Death was a game, as far as Daisy McGowan was concerned, and she figured she was winning as much as any mortal could.
Some people took it a little more seriously.
Mist swirled over the dead man, coiling through the ritual ingredients strewn over him.
Daisy's phone pulsed in her pocket; her lips curved. She liked to imagine the ringing was as outraged as the person on the other end. Pilar hated losing.
"Too late." Mud and honey dripped off her hands.
The man sat up with a gurgling gasp. White petals and tea slipped off of him.
(hey guys I'm posting a drabble? After not writing for a while so this one might be a bit more weak, I'm rusty lmao. Hope it makes you feel something still)
Where have you been lately? I've been waiting here as time passes by, as things around me shift and change. Should i trust that you'll come back? Or will I end up as another stone casted away and taken by the rivers of sadness, being worn out by my own tears of sadness and pain as I'm slowly forgotten, slowly fading away from your mind.
My heart aches for your return, it yearns for those happy moments we've shared in the past, and most of all, it misses the warmth of your company, that same warmth that was extinguished by the cold embrace of loneliness a long time.
Maybe I'm a fool for waiting, but I'm too loyal to give up on you and leave, love is painful, but also a strong fuel for determination, such a blessing curse that falls on me, too many times and too easily, so painful like a knife cutting deep into me once I realise our paths won't cross together anymore.
Now I must move on, without you by my side, without your presence in this turbulent journey for freedom.
mind control cw, mind control tw, death mention cw, death mention tw, violence cw, violence tw, drugs cw, drugs tw, drugged cw, drugged tw, loss of will cw, loss of will tw
There was such a profound feeling of fog in my mind. The only thing that was clear were the commands that Giselle spoke. My body listened even though I didn’t want to. I had been stripped of my captain’s haori and forced to wear a Quincy uniform. I couldn’t fight back, the fog that seeped through each synapse, each electrical pulse making me unable to do anything but obey the Quincy girl. Her voice, her will, anything she wanted from me I obeyed without pause. It was as though my own will was caged behind hers. I didn’t even feel like myself, let alone feel much of anything.
I didn’t know if I were even technically alive but I moved when told to. I attacked when told to. I fought for Giselle.
Even with a part of me trying to claw its way out I was stuck in a state of just being conscious enough to obey. Nothing else mattered. My life did not matter unless the girl decided it did. Moments within the fog my mind screamed at me trying to get me to do something, anything, of my own will. To no avail my will could not push past what kept me under her spell for lack of a better word.
When she summoned me to fight against Madarame and Ayasegawa I came without complaint. My body complied with her orders. I drew my zanpakuto and attacked. The part that was still me begged to be let out, begged to stop fighting my comrades. Unfortunately the control that her blood had over me kept me unable to pry myself from it. My muscles moved of their own accord and I could see myself trying to kill both of the members from the Juuichibantai. I watched myself in silent horror as I froze Madarame’s leg, then stabbed him through the chest. I continued to attack him until Ayasegawa blocked and my violence turned on him. I didn’t give him a chance to even release his zankpakuto. If I could have told them to kill me I would have. During this battle that’s all I could think of what would stop me from killing my comrades. The battle continued and even though I held little respect for Kurotsuchi I didn’t truly want to kill him either.
I did what my mistress wanted, fighting and trying to kill her enemies. I could hear the excitement in his voice in how he wanted to use me as a new test subject in order to create new medicines. My body still moved, attacked, not stopping without an order from Giselle. Attack after attack, I started to feel something pricking my skin. Kurotsuchi had to have been doing something. The fog was still strong, but I was starting to feel something different.
He started to ask me what loop I was on, speaking as though he’d already given me drugs. He had. I realized it too late. I’d been following the orders given to me that even my own distrust of the captain was put to the side. He stabbed each of my limbs with his zanpakuto, consequently immobilizing them. My body tried to move, tried to fight back. There was no use. Even if Giselle ordered me to move, to kill him, I couldn’t.
“It pains me to give this to you when you’re unable to resist,” Kurotsuchi sighed and finally part of me was able to come out.
“No! Stop!” I begged. I hated to be at his mercy but he approved of my begging and injected the drug into my neck.
Pain radiated throughout my body. I screamed, cried out, but couldn’t thrash about. I felt Giselle’s control be taken from me, but replaced with the fog of Kurotsuchi’s control. My heart ached, begging to be free. All I wanted was to be in control of myself again. I didn’t want to be at the behest of someone else.
"Look... if... if I'm being honest, my starlight..." the white haired demon king said quietly, "I don't really know what love is... or what it's supposed to feel like.
They looked up, meeting your eyes, "but... it feels like the only word that can properly describe what happens every time I look at you. I know... I know you don't deserve to have some... some thing like me feeling like this about you, but... but you light up my world. You make me feel."
"Mirnah..." you murmured, a hand outstretched towards the demon's face. Gently, tenderly, you cupped his cheek in your hand and caressed their cheekbone with your thumb. "I... I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, my starlight," they were quick to assure, even as they nuzzled their face into your hand. They looked at you with soft, honeyed eyes and a soft smile. "You don't even have to return my.... affections. I would never force them upon you, my Queen."
And yet the two of you had been married, bonded, for nearly two years now. It wasn't a marriage of choice, not with you being one of many human sacrifices and Mirnah being the feline-esque demon king of the Black Forest. But they had saved you from sure death by blood loss, sharing their blood with you in return as they cut you free from the ancient oak tree you were bound to in the process.
A villain they may have been to your former village, Mirnah was your personal hero. Your spouse.
"I know you wouldn't, my King," you murmured softly as you leaned in to press a kiss to their brow. "For, even as evil as the people claim you are, you are the kindest soul I have met by far. But that doesn't change the fact you do need a reply... and I will admit, I do not feel romantically towards you; I have never felt romantically towards anyone before. I think myself incapable of romantic feelings, if we are being honest. But—" you cut them off before they could open their mouth and begin to speak, a sad look upon their face— "but, I know that I know that I love you, too. You are my best friend, my closest confidant. I would happily fight for you, given the proper opportunity, Mirnah."
Softly, you smiled at him and pressed another kiss to their brow before pulling away. The demon king, for all that they were larger than life and as slender as willow tree, looked small as they knelt before you with their face within both of your hands now. "I do love you, my sweet. Now... tell me, how do you feel about cuddling? Would you like to share the sofa with me or shall we take to the bedchambers and cuddle there?"
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation before you were scooped up into their arms and cradled against the silver skinned demon king's chest like a precious treasure. "To our bedchambers, my Queen. I desire your warmth and sweet hands against my body."
You let out a quiet snort and shook your head. "You just want me to pet you, you silly fiend."
"For you? I will be a silly fiend," they replied as they began walking out of the parlor and towards their shared bedchambers. "It is not my fault you have magic hands."
Battles with other ships are not rare for The Sentinel, really. Pirates have their reputation for a reason, after all.
But it is less so a human foe that they are to face today—not an unliving threat, mind, for, to claim that the sea herself is not alive is nigh blasphemy—than it is one of Great Nature Above.
These fights are not unwinnable, and rarely lengthy, and while they demand high work and attention, they are also easy to spot on the horizon—easy to prepare for, despite their fearsomeness and fright.
They often go like this:
The day will turn dark as night, and the clouds overhead will hang oppressively low and heavy. The waves will grow wider and taller, and cap themselves in white. The wind will whip their sails erratically, take their carefully aimed position and ignore the charted course, ignore the fools who attempted harness it, and bend them to its will, instead.
Some sirens prefer not to catch storms on the surface, and instead wait them out in the deep, unaffected waters, below the rolling of the waves.
Such sirens are not disdained in the eyes of The Sentinel’s crewmates. They see no reason to raise judgement against their fellows in the sea.
But they do find themselves at odds with the notion of waiting out a storm. For, why should they wait it out?
When they could feel— alive— electric— invincible— instead?
So, battles are not rare for The Sentinel, indeed. But when they do fast approach on the untouchable skyline, excited smiles pass from crewmate to crewmate— although none are so eager as their Captain themself.
A drumming of thunder pounds in the distance, and Captain Vedette’s mouth curls into daring-do.
“Be ready, mates. Adventure’s on her way, and she’s fast a-comin’.”
So here's an original drabble (exactly 100 words) that no one asked for but I had to write for IRL purposes <3 (Still on hiatus tho)
Warnings: Death (nothing graphic), Angst
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The sun is warm... She notes, basking in the early morning light. The grass beneath her fingers dampens her palms, staining her pants with grass and mud. Had she had any say then she'd stay like this forever. Content, unburdened.
"I wish you could feel what I do now..." She glanced to her side briefly, eyeing something, "I miss you"
No reply. Of course there wouldn't be.
Sighing, the girl stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"I'll be back later" And she walks, back turned to the cold, lonely gravestone and the equally cold body of her friend buried beneath.
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I don't normally write original works but if you wanna be tagged for these kinds of things (for whatever reason) you can send me a quick dm, ask or just comment on this :)
Hi all!! This is the first in a series of drabbles I’ll be posting! This is my own, original writing, unconnected to any fandom or fanfic I’ve written before. Please consider reading, and leaving a comment telling me what you think! I may consider writing some of these drabbles as full-length stories, if y’all show interest in them! This is just a way for me to sound out ideas, and get a feel for writing original works and posting them on a public platform!
Words: 665
Rating: T (non-explicit reference to hanging as a method of execution)
“Well, this is quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in, isn’t it, Captain?”
Queen Seraphine stared down at the man kneeling before her throne. His hands were shackled behind his back, and he was bleeding from a cut on his temple, but he held her gaze, staring back at her with a cocky smirk, his eyes devoid of any fear.
“Hmm... what to do with you...”
Captain Adrien Kane cocked an eyebrow, a brief flash of confusion flitted across his features as he stared at the Queen. “I should think the law is clear, your Highness,” he drawled. “Am I not to be put to death by hanging, come sunrise tomorrow?”
One of the guards standing behind Captain Kane hit him in the back with the butt of his staff. “Don’t address the Queen, you insolent–”
Queen Seraphine waved her guard off however. “Leave us, please.”
“But your Majesty–”
“Leave us. I will call for you if I require your assistance.”
The guards stiffened at the steely tone of the Queen’s voice, and with a short bow, they turned and left the throne room, shutting the doors behind them. She waited until the doors shut before she turned her attention to the man still on his knees before her.
“The law is clear, Captain. I should throw you in the cells, and sunrise should find you at the gallows, as is the fate of any who are guilty of piracy.” Captain Kane closed his eyes for a moment, a tiny flicker of weakness, a brief moment of sorrow for his impending end, before he swallowed and met the Queen’s eyes again. “However... I am prepared to offer an alternative.”
The Captain couldn’t hide his shock at her words. He’d always known the fate that awaited him, should he be caught. He’d made his peace with his actions long ago, but this was an eventuality he had not prepared for. The Queen’s face gave nothing away, and for the first time in his life, he was caught off-guard and unawares.
“I will only make this offer once, Captain. If you do not accept, make no mistake, you will be hanging from the gallows come morning. It makes little difference to me.” She waited for his acknowledgement of her words, before she continued. “In a week, my dear uncle and cousin shall be arriving from the mainland. They are quite upset that the line of succession fell to me upon my father’s death. They’ve uncovered an old law that states an unmarried woman may not rule as monarch, and I believe they intend to use this law to either force me to abdicate, or marry my cousin in order to maintain control over my crown.”
The Captain made a face at her words, and to his surprise, she laughed, a small grin upon her painted lips. “Yes, the thought is distasteful to me as well. I do not intend to allow my uncle to force my hand. Help me in this endeavor, and not only will you not be put to death, but I shall issue a pardon for you and your crew as well.”
Captain Kane’s eyes widened, and he barely managed to stop his jaw from dropping. Awarding a pardon to a pirate was unheard of, let alone the pardoning of an entire pirate crew. He and his crew would be untouchable, and for that alone, he was inclined to accept the offer. There was still one thing he was unsure of, however.
“I can understand the dilemma you find yourself in, your Highness, but I must admit, I am confused. How exactly am I to assist you?”
A slow smile spread across the Queen’s face. “My dear Captain, is it not obvious? I require a husband for the duration of my uncle’s stay.”
He frowned. “And... you wish for me to procure a man to pretend to be your husband?”
“Not at all, Captain Kane. I want you to pretend to be my husband.”
