Mike watches Will die in the Abyss after chickening out of confessing his love for him on the radio tower, unable to do anything except scream his name, tears streaming down his face as Lucas holds him back. When he finally gets over to where Will's fallen there's absolutely nothing to be done and there's no blood and he's not breathing and not moving, his eyes aren't trance-white and Will isn't responding to his voice, Mike he's dead Will's dead but we have to go.
There's a crack like an explosion and everything goes dark. And then Mike wakes up in the Squawk.
It's the morning before they leave for the Abyss. Reality warped. Mike isn't dead or in a trance, he's in a time loop. He knows that Will dies. He can't let that happen again.
(Nothing will save Will except Mike showing him the feelings are reciprocated, in spite of his fear. He goes through so many loops before working up the courage to try it. Nothing works until he puts the right events in the right place that cause Will to come out to Mike and Joyce privately, and even after that he can't say anything until the radio tower happens again. Always the damn radio tower.)
Contains description of dead, decapitatet people, flashback of more people dying. Contains Marazhai messing with an Officer from Lord Captains hand picked guardsfolk and not in fun, sexy way. Unless you are into it. Then you go, you. Lethyra is mentioned by name. Again, Drukhari being Drukhari.
It is short, 300ish words.
Lethyras' voice crinkled over her Guards' Vox as the Officer Angelia Harbora tries to surpress her shudder of fear at sight of the Drukhari Corsair Prince.
"Let him pass. I have been expecting him" the transmission ends as fast as it arrived and a moment of relief washed over Officer Harbora, knowing that at least she will not meet her end fending the xenos off from his intended trajectory towards Lord Captains personal quarters.
A snap of a neck here, blood suddenly flowing freely out of the eyes, nose and mouth and they were just unceremoniously down on the floor, not moving, getting cold. Or worse. They would be paralysed as the life dripped out of their bodies so slowly that they would just take a laspiston to their heads to spare them further suffering.
She still may end up mangled up and dead just because Lord Captains pet xenos... just felt like it.
This time a shudder down her spine passed and she was not able to surpress the reaction in time as her memories of the time Lord Captain kept her dreadful pet on a very close leash, on board the Apex Predator, letting him dispose of anything and anybody he wished, including few of her close comrades.
She did not notice she was locked in a staring match she was afraid to keep for mych longer, but also determined not to break for that may just provoke him into a murderous ceremony.
Her resolve dropped and her gaze now caught the sight of something caught in his tallons, dangling as would thurible in hands of the Omnisaiahs servants.
Heads.
Decapitated.
Swinging by the hair from xenos claws.
The skin palid and dropping, eyes rolled back and mouths slack open. The only blessing was that she did not recognize the sorry bunch who met their ends by a blade to their neck.
Officer Harbora moves with stupor aside, hoping she'd keep her head and skin after having the horrid xenos wait more than he'd be patient for.
There was something akin to a laughter coming from the alien throat.
"Until next time, Officer Harbora." The voice was unsettlingly pleasant.
She still followed him with her peripheral vision as the xenos stepped on the elevator platform, vanishin upwards into the darkness.
One Piece x reader - drabbles & flashfics AUs event
Hey guys! As promised, I'm going to write a few drabbles and flashfics to celebrate 500 followers on this blog!
(and also because I need to fend off the maladaptive daydreaming these days, but mostly the followers thing)
You can submit requests according to the guidelines below, and I'm going to pick out 5, at least initially. If I get them done in decent time, I'm going to pick up another few and so on. Please, keep in mind that the output will be slow. I apologize for it, but I do not have much free time and energy, as you probably know by now.
Guidelines.
All stories will be One Piece character x fem reader.
How to request: you can send in requests by selecting a character, an AU, and a flavor from the lists below. Please be polite and mindful in your wording. Anon requests are accepted but non-anon will be given priority (one per user). I ask you to be mindful and do not anon-spam my inbox pls.
Note: please specify if you are okay with NSFW or not. Not a guarantee that it will turn smutty, but just so I know what to work with.
Characters:
Aokiji
Arlong
Bartolomeo
Birdie
Chaka
Charlotte Katakuri
Charlotte Cracker
Charlotte Perospero
Denjiro/Kyoshiro
Diez Drake
Donquixote Doflamingo
Donquixote Rocinante
Eustass Kid
Killer
King
Kizaru
Marco
Nami
Perona
Prince Grus
Rob Lucci
Trafalgar Law
Vinsmoke Ichiji
Vinsmoke Yonji
OP AUs (more or less)
canonverse, CP-0 reader
epic fantasy, modern setting
epic fantasy, medieval setting
modern AU
sci-fi, gladiator dystopia
urban fantasy
gangs AU
Flavors
sweet (fluff) (not compatible with gladiator dystopia AU or CP-0 reader)
bittersweet (hurt/comfort, or something along those lines)
bitter (angst)
That's all folks! Thank you again for all your support. ❣️
urahara is affectionate in his own way. physical affection is a rarity for him; he’d much rather show his care through other actions and, where those closest to him are concerned, his words. a good deal of his love is shown by his worry and his readiness to help when he’s needed. with a partner, he’d be more hands-on: light touches, a sneaky pinch, letting you nap with him in the shop.
as seen with yoruichi, urahara makes for an interesting best friend. he’ll always be pleased to see you no matter how long or short your absence was, and you’ll experience more of his genuine thoughts and wry humor. as for sharing secrets, he has so many of his own that holding onto some of your seems like no problem at all. just expect a fair bit of annoyance from some of his antics.
he won’t say that he enjoys cuddling with his partner, but it’s clear in how eagerly he rearranges himself if they ask. urahara makes space, and makes himself as enticing a pillow as he can be in the hopes of extending how long you’re in his arms. he’ll cop a feel—he’s shameless enough that it doesn’t bother him to do it—and then make up for it by stroking your hair.
between being born in the rukongai and then cast into the world of the living, urahara picked up a fair number of skills essential to keeping a tidy household. tessai does most of the work, but urahara isn’t above lending a hand or doing a chore if he’s the first to notice it. he can cook simple dishes, perhaps one or two more extravagant ones. as for settling down, he’d have to meet the right person.
he’d announce his decision with a completely unaffected air and leave no room for arguments. no matter his reasoning for doing so, he has no intentions of walking back due to tears or apologies. he wants a clean break. if you live with him, he’ll give you time to find a place of your own, but that’s the only kindness he’ll extend. he isn’t, however, truly unaffected, and sinks into a depression afterwards that’s noticeable only by his shorter temper and longer naps.
if urahara met the right person, if he truly loved them, he would have them move in with him. a wedding might happen if his partner truly wanted one; he honestly doesn’t care much about it either way, so it’s in your hands. if you did decide on one, he’d ask that it be kept small and simple. he doesn’t need one to know that he’s going to spend the remainder of his life at your side, so it’s only to make you happy.
he certainly doesn’t handle anyone or anything roughly, combat aside, but his ability to empathize is often ignored in favor of practicality. urahara isn’t intentionally cruel, but there are many times in the beginning where his partner will be upset by him. tell him, and he’ll learn and adjust. his sympathy might come across as a jest, but he truly does love and want the best for you.
urahara loves being hugged, and will gladly offer them whenever he thinks you might need or want one. his hugs are warm and solid, and often end with his face in your hair or you tucked under his chin (or vice versa).
𝐢 = 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝?)
he hardly ever says it, if at all. not because he doesn’t love his partner, but because, as stated earlier, he much prefers to show it through other means. the first time you hear it is three months in when you’re half-asleep, his long limbs caging you and his words slurred with exhaustion, and then it becomes a little more common.
urahara is a jealous man, though he rarely shows it. the one who brings it out of him the most is, surprisingly, yoruichi. the first time she said that she might just take you for herself, he’d pulled you closer and refuted her in a way that was more taunting that friendly. he isn’t possessive—far from it—and he won’t act on his jealousy or even bring it up aside from a slightly tighter hug, a slightly closer presence.
his kisses can be teasing things, little more than a brush of his lips against your own, or they can be so passionate that your toes curl. he has a bit of an oral fixation, so he enjoys kissing you solidly on the mouth. aside from that, your chest and the divot between your thigh and hip. he likes to be kissed wherever you want to kiss him, though sometimes he pushes your head towards his throat.
𝐥 = 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧?)
he has two of them, so you might assume that urahara is good with children. he isn’t. he handles them, but the way he does so has raised several brows in the past: for example, his gift to kazui on the boy’s first birthday was a ‘toy’ that was fully capable of emitting an ear-piercing shriek. he claimed it was for protection against hollows, but that should give you an idea of how he is around them. he’s definitely the fun uncle, though.
𝐦 = 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?)
lazy is the best way to describe him in the morning. he wants five more minutes, and those five turn into ten, which turns into an hour, which turns into a side-eye from tessai when he shows up well after the shop has opened. urahara is fond of sleepy morning sex, after which he’ll have coffee with you and either nap while you read the paper or read it over your shoulder.
𝐧 = 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?)
nights are when urahara comes alive, all of the pent-up frustration and desire emerging. the kids are asleep—more importantly, tessai is asleep—and his room is far enough removed that he can afford to let down his guard and lose himself in your warmth. he likes to bathe with you, though that often goes in circles, and it isn’t uncommon to fall asleep with his cock inside you.
urahara’s secrets have secrets, and those secrets have secrets. he’s a many-layered puzzle of discarded ambition, regret, ingenuity, and self-loathing. he might tell his lover of his time in the soul society, limited of course to his occupation within the seireitei, or he might entertain them with stories from when he first opened the shop. the major things, such as the hogyoku, are his alone until they no longer are and you find out in the worst possible way. he’s more open after that.
𝐩 = 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?)
it isn’t so much that urahara is patient as it is that there’s very little that truly upsets him. aizen did, when he stole his work and used it to irrevocably change so many lives, and he was furious with himself for causing so much suffering. however, he has the patience to map out a hundred-year plan, so a short-temper is far from one of his flaws.
he might not seem to, but urahara remembers every word you’ve ever spoken to him. he isn’t the sort to use past arguments or the like against you. he simply holds onto them and tucks them away in his memory, and often revisits them at night to pick them apart and see where he went wrong. you could quiz him on the tiniest detail about you or your life, and he’d have the answer. whether he’d immediately say it or fluster you by pretending he doesn’t know for a little while is another story.
after the war, when everyone was recovering, urahara spent months recuperating even after inoue healed him. he’d taken so much damage between askin and his own bankai, and some of the scars never healed. he thought that you would leave him when you looked at his face and saw the stiches, but you’d only cried and held him because he was alive and he was home.
you’re important to him, and so he’d do anything for you. if you’re a soul reaper/quincy/fullbringer/etc., then he’ll mostly leave you to your own battles, keeping a watchful eye all the same in case you need him. if you’re human, and one without any powers aside from perhaps the ability to see ghosts, then he’s much more observant and on guard. compared to him, you are so fragile and he is so, so afraid of losing you. he does his best not to overstep, but you might need to set some firm boundaries at the start until he adjusts.
urahara puts in the required amount of effort when it comes to things like keeping his shop running and doing chores. dates are often simple, yet tailored to your exact tastes, as are anniversary activities and gifts. he knows what you like and will do his best to plan or find something for you. he’s intelligent, and your presence is the antidote to his usual lethargy.
his dishonesty. he never outright lies, at least not to you, but he holds his cards close to his chest and lying by omission is something that you’ll have to hold him accountable for if you ever want him to change.
he doesn’t care. urahara wears the same outfit every single day, and has for at least two decades. he’ll dress up if you ask him to, but aside from keeping himself clean and groomed, he doesn’t pay it much thought.
yes. if urahara loves you, then you are a part of him. whether you leave, or die, or he ends things, that part of you will always be gone. he’s not so dramatic as to be upset—or even play at upset—if you have things to do that don’t involve him, but a longer-term or permanent separation would hurt him.
it’s hard to find something he doesn’t like, aside from actual people. i do think he has some morals, so hurting children or the less fortunate would make him unhappy. one of the reasons he dislikes himself is because of how he used others for so long in a bid to stop aizen; behavior like that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
𝐳 = 𝐳𝐳𝐳 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬?)
he can sleep at any time, in any place, with little to no warning. however, he often pretends to sleep in order to eavesdrop.
hi this chapter is for some reason digging my soul open because i’m so bad at writing interactions between ppl who don’t really know eachother and this may take a bit sorry. sneak peak for the ppl who give a shit about my silly lil au!
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David Jacobs would admit that he was a smart guy, and this was an undisputed fact. Ask his Mother, Father, Sister or Brother. It was one of the main things he prided himself or took any sort of identity in.
Ask his few drifting friends that are honestly better labelled as kind Acquaintances or pitiful classmates. Ask any of his proud teachers who liked having a nice boy and star pupil in their classes or his begrudging teachers that let who they saw as a smartass and waking mouth go by in flying colours in their class.
So, if you were to say, ask David Jacobs why he was in a car, going 45 down a highway hoping, prayin’ that the law wasn’t on their ass, he would simply stare in your face like you were a madman.
I love code-making and thought it would be cool if Eden / the Mars colony developed a different written alphabet to the COI / Earth. Notes below!
If anybody uses my stuff I would LOVE to see it, please tag me!!
It's impossible for me to make the characters text (at least currently), so I'm sorry if the images aren't working :(
[IMG 1 has the below notes written, as well as character/symbol associations to the English alphabet. There is also a line of the numbers 1-9 and 0, with Roman numeral-esque symbols above them. Below that are the symbols for "space", "period", "q. mark", and "e. mark".]
[IMG 2 has translations for "ava", "simon", "sm-8", "eden", "coi", the alphabet again, "iron lung", "the last tree", "bloodymary"; as well as the lines: "this is bigger than us. eden doesnt understand that. you dont understand that!", "i just wanna live. is that so wrong? why doesnt anybody else want that?", and "there arent enough of us left to be throwing lives away but there is too much at stake not to take calculated risks!".]
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Martian Language / Alphabet
- Adapted from English to be quicker to write (carve, mostly)
- [Eden] Speak[s] English still, just different written language
- The COI uses it as a way to dehumanize Eden, saying they can't read English (they can!)
- Mult[iples] of 4 have a horiz[ontal] line through it
- No capital letters
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- No commas, apostrophes, colons, semi colons, etc
- There are hyphens! Context is what distinguishes them from the number 0
- It's read in the same way as English, but Martians have a sharper accent
My thought was that resource scarcity and finding plants sacred means less paper is available, so carving into harder surfaces is more common if you need to write something. Most of the time, it's verbal communication (the cult doesn't want records, shocking). It's also easier and quicker to use in battles, for warnings and short messages in the floor or walls of a station.
It's been long enough that many of the newer COI members genuinely believe that the people of Eden can't read, write, or speak English. It's commonly taught in the Convict Realization program because of this (which definitely pissed Simon off - "I can read.").
The Mars colony developed their written language around the time they were thinking of integrating the IMC calendar. It happened sooner than the calendar, so it was widespread at the Quiet Rapture. Eden started using it first, so everyone at the space station was fluent, and they taught it to the colonists.
The COI uses our modern alphabet and our modern English with little to no changes.
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That's what I have so far! I'd love suggestions and questions to develop the language more, my inbox is open for all of them :) I'll be adding on to this post as I work on it more.
This is for some fanon Iron Lung stuff I'm working on, which will come with fic as soon as everything is built enough! Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Tagging people, RBs, sharing, etc to anybody is all fine with me!
6 notes limit per person currently.
Edit: Oh boy ok I didn't expect this to get notes faster than i could do things LMAO. There's now a note limit sorry guys, I gotta have time to use the motivation before I get overwhelmed
Green - Completed
Orange - In Progress
White/Black - Not Reached/Not Started
Bold - Conditional/Repeating
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1: hi mootiessss first silly guy gets an ask in their inbox! :D
10: Every 10 notes is one day I will brush my teeth and shower when able (#: 15) (✅: 1)
25: Pose-able breakdown of my main art style to make drawing easier & new pfp for my socials
30: Every 30 notes is one day I will do laundry without letting it pile up (#: 5) (✅: 0)
50: Comms sheet! And starting a doodle/drawing habit.
60: Edit the YouTube video I've been procrastinating on (so sorry Andy </3)
75: Every 75 notes, I pick a writing wip to knock out (#: 2+1e) (✅: 0) (Galax Backstory)
100: Every 100 notes, I pick an art animatic wip to knock out (#: 1) (✅: 0) (Not animatic, but MCYT keychains)
125: OC refs for Artfight
150: Pick an additional writing wip to knock out (total of 2) (MCYTYS x2)
175: Finish the Thing for my partner <3
200: Open commissions!
250: Full 24 hours without doomscrolling (Instagram, Tumblr, YouTube)
300: Pick an additional art wip to knock out (total of 2)
350: Clean my room (there's a huge pile of stuff in the middle :[ ). Also entails getting rid of all my old Parry Hotter legos, merch, etc (there's a lot and I will be selling if buying secondhand interests anyone)
400: Delete Instagram off of my phone and log out of it on my computer. I'll make a silly sideblog to ramble to instead :]
450: I'll start seriously looking into HRT and top surgery and legally changing my name/markers (America go brr tho)
500: Finally update my family on my gender identity and what that means for me (it is safe for me to do so)
AU where post-death, Simon is seen as a saint to the COI for salvaging the black box and a martyr to Eden for sprouting the Blood Tree. but neither of them know his name so they call him The Butcher and The Last Son respectively, and both of them are twisting what little they know of what actually happened and making assumptions to fit their narrative
