#trouble lurking

[slaughterchichi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Makeup By The Chichi Slaughter House Warnings: ZoroxSanji, fluff, technically a continuation of Trouble Lurking (whoopsie) but doesn’t have to be. Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Rating: G For slashthedrabble prompt 550 “makeup” if that wasn’t obvious. Couldn’t help thinking about these two. If you wanna see what Sanji did to Zoro’s poor face, check this tweet.

Zoro watched Sanji calmly as he applied his makeup, admiring the deft movements of his fingertips as he blended the edge of his eyeshadow.

[slaughterchichi]

Trouble Lurking part 2 is up

Trying to work my way around this tumblr nsfw thing. I don’t fully understand their wording - nsfw writing seems to be fine...? But I don’t wanna risk it. Not even gonna link directly.

Anyways, you can find part 2 on my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheChichiSlaughterHouse

[charmedenchantment]

25. Trouble Lurking

It's like an itch you can't scratch,

A monkey on your back.

An ever present sense of doom,

Hiding in the corner of the room.

Heightened feelings loudly ringing,

Nerves are slightly tingly.

Anxiety building, days become murky,

All signs, trouble must be lurking.

~mm

[souptomatobasil]

25 - Trouble Lurking

-- "I was a fool, but no coward I should say. They fell long before I ever did, the old wood couldn't take their weight and it was just Thomas in the end who was the last standing." Sularu grit her teeth, even the memory of the nice young man who lived two streets over and bought spices from them with his family every other week, it made her furious to recall the path he'd likely been manipulated into. "Well, cults don't get their following by being outwardly creepy. They made empty promises and played into their insecurities." Rowan added, though she too looked uncharacteristically angry with the subject.

"I told him not to come any closer or the floor would likely give out. He didn't listen. He called to me and he tried to speak to me as if we were conversing in the streets on a summer morning." Sularu took a steadying breath and looked up.

"Then we both fell." [ID below the cut]

A follow up image of Sularu with short spiky hair, bandages around her chest and vines wrapped loose around her arms and shoulders. She glares flatly at the viewer, the pupils of her eyes glow faintly and her hair is dusted with soot. “I lived bitch”  Full Image ID Thomas, a young man with a button up shirt and a sunhat, holds out his right hand in an offered handshake. On the right side of the image Sularu stands opposite of him, she is distrusting with her hands held at her sides and her legs poised, ready to run. She has shoulder length grey hair, a light brown long sleeved shirt and dark blue coveralls with straps that hang loose at her sides. The two of them stand on the top level of an old saw mill, it is dimly lit with eams of sunlight coming through an unseen hole in the roof. On the floor below them the wood is splintered and broken with planks sticking up at varying angles as dust catches the sunlight. Ropes, a log, a circular saw and a piece of steel can be seen around the room. [END ID]

[i-hope-you-see-it-too]

25) Trouble Lurking

The hall seems to breathe and sparkle with a restless calm like a waiting smile, while the light is filling and soft, a calm orange Not alone, warm and sound rushes to you, like it's anxious to meet you, to reach you But his smile was too wide and the spiders need a home Trouble Lurking The ringing from the back, once a peal, now becomes a whine and a grate- spinning and freezing, the trumpet choking Trouble Walking Ink swarms from skin like a plague as breath on your neck falls like perfume in a smog There or not so cold and flowing, dripping, seeping Trouble stalks everywhere

[amrysarmy]

Trouble Lurking

  The Satyr had been unprepared for such a vicious, unexpected assault and folded easily. Sarian nodded in approval at the bodies, leaving the mess for the druids to cleanse. The active demonic presence had diminished, but there was still something. Sarian frowned. She'd marked her targets carefully, and they were all accounted for. She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching out with her magic.

  She spun and levelled her staff at the demon just as it moved out from behind the tree and revealed itself. The warlock raised an eyebrow. It was tall, apparently masculine (very masculine) and with deep, almost purple skin. Combined with his black hair and long ears, he almost looked Kaldorei. But she'd known of only one Kaldorei with legs ending in hooves, elegantly spiralling horns and vestigial wings. He almost looked…. Like an incubus. Sarian's guard was up, a shackling spell just at the tips of her fingers while the demon stared at her but made no move. Then he slowly took a step to her, advancing til her staff was a finger's width shy of his chest. He was tall, the staff tip level with his solar plexus. And then he kneeled, full on his knees, leaning back to keep the staff out of his face. Utterly vulnerable, he stared up at her with burning blue eyes. When he spoke, it was in Common and took her utterly by surprise.

"Let me serve you."

She blinked at him once, standing regal. "Explain yourself." His gaze was still unmoving, his chest moving shallowly as his hands gripped his thighs.

"Let me be your servant. Allow me to wait on you." he responded, voice dark and liquid.

"And I can expect no battle to win a contract with you?" Sarian asked, her other eyebrow raising to join the first. Demons offering free deals were always trouble lurking.

[infiniteawewrites]

Trouble Lurking 25/100

To Whom This May Concern,                         By now,  you have obviously noted that I am no longer with this world. The trouble lurking around the corner will now have taken my life. It seems to be waiting for something, an order. I only have a short time to explain to you everything that you need to know. The most important is Do not let them catch you.                         They came to our world with promises of a better life, one with knowledge and peace. They claimed to be Angels sent to bring a world into a golden era. Wars would no longer be fought and we would now have the knowledge to live with one another in peace. It seemed too good for many of us; we were not willing to look the gift horse straight into the mouth. We should have; it was too good to be true. At first, everything seemed to be going for the better. Wars ended, everyone began to live in equality, and the world seemed to be a better place. For the first time in a long time, everything seemed to be going forward for the world. We were all excited and thankful for our Angel friends. However, it was too good to be true. What goes up, must always come down.                         Strange things began to happen. People began to hear demonic whispers in the night and many began to get terrifying visions of a dark and bloody world. Even I got these visions; they were terrible. I almost thought I was going to kill myself during one of them. Sleep was even worse; the nightmares were frightening. It was almost like you were trapped in your own version of hell. During one, I had started scratching my forearms so badly, I ended up going to the hospital. I was not the only one. People began to show up at the hospitals more often and many, well many could not endure the strain. It was all too much; both sleep and reality was hell. We asked the Angels for answers. They told us not to worry. They told us things had to get worse before they go better.                         Things began to go steadily downhill after that. People began to die and it was becoming clear that the Angels were not our friends. They were the ones who were behind this and there was nothing we could do to stop them, except run.  People would die because their souls had been taken. The soul is what keeps your body alive; it is what animates your body. It was terrible to see those who had dyed. Their faces would be contorted in masks of fear and their bodies would be ripped open. It was a bloody and cruel scene to look open. We began to demand answers from the angels. We wanted to know who they were. We wanted to know where they were from. We wanted to know what they wanted from us. Do you know what they answered?

We only want your soul.