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diodellet · 2 years

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alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

#obey me simeon #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #obey me smut #dead dove do not read #dellet-writings #ito ang pangmanifest ko para umuwi siya sakin #ISTG IF HE APPEARS IN THE NEXT NIGHTMARE #Or if this doesnt work.... expect a pegging fic #mdni

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invisibleraven · 7 days

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Hey, #7 soulmate au is DEVASTATING sooooo

peterpatterlina

Some of the first words every child learned to read were the ones printed on their skin-the last words their soulmate would ever say to them. A bit morbid, and no one really thought it best system to find a soulmate, but it was all they had.

Reggie Peters was lucky enough to have two soulmates-though that meant losing the love of his life twice, he figured that at least he wouldn't be alone. Or at least he hoped.

He traced the sentences that floated over his arms over and over until he knew them by heart.

Cariño.../I'll be waiting

The first he found out was a Spanish term of endearment, one he loved and couldn't wait to meet the person who was going to use it. The second made him a little melancholic, but it also meant he would also have a romantic soul to love.

He met Luke in college, they ended up as roommates, and bonded immediately. They loved the same music, even if Luke wasn't into country. They jammed late into the night, bonding over items of childhood nostalgia and parental troubles alike.

He saw Luke's marks early on, for he constantly wore cut offs and the sentences were scrawled along his ribs.

Maybe we can jam together in heaven?/It's okay, we'll be alright, you can go mi vida

Reggie had to hold back a squee at that, because Luke also had a soulmate who spoke Spanish-could they be the same person? Could Luke be one of his?

They started hooking up one drunken night, and decided to keep it up, developing feelings along the way, deciding to make it official upon graduating when Luke confessed he never wanted to stop living with-and loving Reggie.

They never really talked about the marks-it was a depressing thought, something that couldn't be confirmed until they broke up, or worse-when one of them died. For now they were happy, and that was enough.

They began working as session musicians at a studio, with Luke writing a few songs that got bought helping him get closer to his dream of being a real musician.

They met Alex there, the session drummer who got on with them like a house on fire, and Luke proposed starting a band, all three of them. Give them a chance to perform, maybe be the ones recording their own stuff instead of supporting the latest craze who had AI generated lyrics and next to no musical talent.

However it was through the studio that they met Julie-she was an intern there doing backing vocals for the odd song. And she was good.

"Why aren't you using those pipes to make your own music?" Luke asked her one night as they were all packing up.

"Haven't found my sound yet," she replied with a shrug. "Happy to be in the background until I do."

"Why don't you check out our band?" Reggie offered. "Might be fun to have another vocalist and I know you play a killer piano."

She smirked at that. "I could be persuaded."

Julie joined their relationship soon after that-with lots of conversation beforehand-coming to a head after a long band practice on the hottest day of the year. One that involved them needing to clean the couch in their small studio, lest Alex kill them-though he eye rolled at them the next day, muttering about 'Finally'.

Reggie loved worshipping the marks on Julie-they lined her hips, so he traced them with tongue filled kisses, Luke doing the same until Julie was a whimpering mess between them.

But what about you?/I love you darlin'

The darlin' left little doubt in Reggie's mind-his southern twang didn't come out much, but always made an appearance when granting pet names-Luke was already beau to Reggie. Luke teased him with French pet names, insisting that being called a little cabbage was totally romantic. Julie lucked out in mon cher in Reggie's estimation.

The years passed quickly and at a snail's pace at the same time. They became rising stars, international sensations and passé over several decades. Yet they were always together, there for each other, loving one another and their family.

Yet... well they were getting on in years, though none of them wanted to admit it. Luke in particular refused to act his age-something that proved his downfall, after he fell off a stage, breaking his hip in the process.

Though they had the best doctors, Luke declined fast, his body too frail to recover. The end was upon them, and after the children and grandchildren had said their goodbyes, it left Julie and Reggie.

There were tears all around, with Luke trying to joke, but his once powerful voice was faded to almost nothing. Reggie turned and he knew the next words to come out of his mouth-they had been printed on Luke's side for as long as he had been alive.

"Maybe we can jam together in heaven?" he joked despite the tears almost blinding him.

"I'll be waiting," Luke rasped, a smile painting his aged features. He then turned to Julie. "But what about you?"

Julie sobbed, but then clutched his hands. "It's okay, we'll be alright, you can go mi vida."

With that, Luke slipped away, leaving them to cry and clutch at one another, finally knowing the truth, too late to share the fact that they were meant to be together. But maybe Luke knew-he had seen their marks a million times over the years, so maybe it gave him the solace to go, knowing he had spent his long life with them.

They got along after that as best they could, though it always felt like there was something missing-reaching out in vain for Luke.

Then Julie got sick-she thought it was a cold at first, brushing it off. But after she didn't get better, they went to the doctor.

A terminal diagnosis.

"You can't leave me," he begged Julie that night. "I can't bare it."

"You can, and will," Julie insisted. "You're so strong, and we'll be reunited eventually."

Reggie stayed by her side through every chemo session, any effort to prolong Julie's life, however fruitless. Watching her white curls fall out, her already dainty figure shrinking.

"No more," Julie insisted after a few months of it. "I'm ready Reggie."

"I'm not," he said, kissing her palm. "But it's not about me."

One night as they slid into bed, Reggie knew-deep down in his soul that he would be waking up alone.

"I love you darlin'."

Julie's eyes welled with tears. "Cariño..."

He shook his head, resting their foreheads together and kissing her sweetly. Just held her tight as they slept, feeling her grow cold sometime in the night, and he calmly called for the ambulance.

He had her buried next to Luke, a space bracketing him for Reggie. He went on as he must, but his heart wasn't in it. He tried, for Danny and Luna, for their broods, but he knew life was gray and meaningless without Luke and Julie.

So he let himself grieve, growing even older, until one night-the night he knew he would give up. Tucking himself into the too big bed, closing his eyes and smiling for the first time in forever.

"I'm coming sweetie pies, I'm coming."

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #hopefully this was devastating enough because it ripped my heart out writing it

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erineas · 1 year

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Hi there! Hope you don't mind but I'm just wondering if you have any recs for fanfics of the skellies :D I typically love reverse harem trope ones racoonsinqueen & tyranttortoise my absolute favs but if you know any that are just one main pairing but the writing is still good, I'd love to know :D

OK, EVERYONE STOP THEIR HORSES, because it's fanfic appreciation time ✨

I've read my fair share of fanfics, most aren't finished or their authors disappeared but I'll mention them too because they still very much worth it and I. Just. Love. Themmmm!

Also I'll try listing by memory so this is probably going to be messy:

Bitty Hunt by RND_Injustice (SSLL but you're a bitty! Unfinished, has 33 chapters + 18 bonus chapters in here. 10/10 Already read it three times) My Favorite Red Scarf by RND_Injustice (Reader x UT Papyrus. Unfinished, has 34 chapters. MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. 100/10 I want to marathon this fic with someone, if that makes sense) Fur a good time, Call by popatochisp (Reader x HT Sans. Finished, with extra chapters on Snips & Snails. Another favorite with a 100/10. Also want to marathon this one) Dirty Laundry by popatochisp (Reader x Swapfell bros. Finished. To be honest I don't remember much, that's why it's in my rereading list but it promise very good things and the feelings I get just reading bits are like-- kdjkdjkdj my heart!) On top of the Bone Pile by Lyrjok (Reverse Harem. Finished. Good writing, SSLL vibes but totally different and really good. 10/10. Rereading right now) A Mouse Among Skeletons by Duchess_Aquarius (Reverse Harem with more skeletons than the main 5 AUs. Kinda crazy, rlly, but I still ate it. Finished. Be sure to read the tags. Rlly good writing. You decide how good it is) Bones, Picked Clean by lulu-writes (Reverse Harem. Unfinished. 37 chapters. I don't remember much about it but I loved their Horrortale bros) The Skeleton Games by Poetax (Reader x UF Sans. On going, has 56 chapters by this time, SHORTY RED. I also love this one, another favorite hehe. Unexpected 100/10 to me) Aggre(v/g)ation by Llama_Goddess (Reverse Harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished. Being honest again, I started reading years ago and haven't finished it for reasons that have nothing to do with the fic. I found it again and let's just say there's a reason why everyone worships this fic)

Those are ones that made my days the first time I enter tumblr. Now that i'm back, lets continue with the recent ones i've read:

House Next Door by BattleMaiden13 (Reverse Harem. On going. Has 130 chapters by this time but you're damned if you want to catch up because THAT AUTHOR IS FAST AF. I've started reading like a month ago and they already posted 25 chapters. Writing improves very fast as you're reading and there's so many things to enjoy. Delicious. 10/10) Saving Three Ex-cell-lent Skeletons by RecklesslyCaffeinated (Reverse harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished with a second book on the works. ABSOLUTE BANGER. Another 10/10, made me heart bleed for skeletons and question myself) It's just a Game by Htsan (You x UT Sans. Finished. Unconventional. Read it if you like heavy angst and interactive games, and maybe hate your emotional stability... Really good, tho. 10/10. Made me cry so many times. Not gonna elaborate)

#And those are some of the longfics I remember #I'm sure there are so many more butttttt #I've been doing this for hours already #And have things to do #Also there are new ones I want to read and might recommend in the future because they look amazing #Most are hurt/comfort #They make me soft *sobs*#Good thing I left the oneshots aside #I mean the post it's not that long but this hurt to make lol #Also big shoutout to my bestie for recommend me Ex-cell-lent Skeletons and some others #She has an eye for amazing fics

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ezzydantes · 3 months

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Monster Trio Births part 3

Author's Note: Sanji's turn! Extreme fluff from our Prince. Again hard labor... especially for...

Sanji

You and your Prince had been on Kamabakka Island the last few months after he grabbed onto you when Kuma sent you away from Sabaody. When you first arrived a strange woman had helped you out but then took off as soon as you became conscious. Later it was revealed that you were on an island full of, as your lover crassly put it, "a cheap imitation of women". You actually smacked the back of his head and made him apologize immediately for his rudeness to your hostesses holding his head down as you bowed as well.

You had heard of this island long ago and was familiar with their Queen. You had dealings with Emporio Ivankoff due to your elder sisters and cousins being associated with the Revolutionary Army. This was back before your eldest sister sent you somewhere she'd thought would be safe... the Baratie. As soon as the inhabitants of the island learned of your true identity, you and Sanji were welcome with open arms. It was a trying time to say the least... your lover upset that there was a part of you he didn't know. He eventually got over it though after a long night of talking and learning of his past in depth as well as multiple sessions of love making. You were already pregnant so what was the harm?

Your womb was becoming larger by the day as your stay progressed and at one point the doctor there stated you had to be bed ridden. You knew from Sanji telling you about his mother and her illness that being bed ridden was like a death sentence in his eyes. He was doting even more on you than usual.

"Baby.... I'm fine", you sighed as he helped you readjust your position in the bed and fluff your pillows.

He paused for a second. He slowly climbed into the bed with you, careful to not move you so much. "I... I am beyond grateful for you staying with me and giving me a child, but..." his voice barely above a whisper as he gently laid his head on your stomach, "I won't survive if I lose you..."

The blonde cook's confession causing a small gasp to leave you. Sanji turned his face to look at you as his blue eyes began to water. "I won't survive it..."

"S...Sanji...", you quietly called to him as you took his face into your hands and pulled him up to you. "I'm so happy for this experience and I can't wait to have a future and see what all we will accomplish as a family. And trust me... I'm scared too... the thought of giving life to a whole other little being is scary..."

"I don't mean to scare you, Princess..." he mumbled as he wiped tears from your eyes before wiping them from his "Just know that you've been my world for so long... and now I'm gonna have a child with you... a perfect mixture of us two and when I look at them I'll see you..."

Your Prince's smile slowly started to return as you pulled his forehead to yours. "And they will be LOVED because they will have us... be it a boy or a girl."

Sanji gently kissed your lips over and over, trying to pour as much adoration and love into each gentle touch to let you know that no matter what lies ahead, you were his goddess and he'd worship you forever. The two of you fell asleep with his arms around you while you snuggled into him. He was playing with your (h/c) locks, sighing in content at the moment when you suddenly clutched his sides and rammed your face into his chest. "AHHHH!!!"

"Y/n!? Whats wrong?" He shouted as he sat up and tried to assess the situation. It was then he felt the wetness in the sheets. Your water had broke. The cook went into immediate action, remembering the training he received from the doctor in case this happened. He settled you back down before using the small transponder snail on the table side to call the doctor. She sleepily answered it but shot into action at your lover's request when he told her the condition of the situation.

They reached your shared room where you were trying to use your breathing techniques. The doctor had Sanji help put you in a position to get a better view to see the progression. "Oh my!" She shouted, "I see a head! Sanji!"

Your lover immediately helped you get into a squatting position and carefully explained everything to you as he went. He held you up under your arms while one of the nurses placed a leather bit into your mouth to help you from biting your tongue off.

"That's it Baby Girl...", he cooed into your ear, occasionally using one or the other hand to help wipe your hair out of your face. "You got this..."

His voice was somewhat desperate towards the end as you gave a few pushes and a baby boy came out. Sanji helped you lay back into a pile of pillows as he stroked your forehead. "You did wonderful, my Darling... "

Your cook cut the embilicol chord from his son before gladly taking the small babe into his arms. Before he had a chance to present your newborn son to you another sharp contraction hit you, causing a blood curdling scream.

Sanji quickly handed the baby off to a nurse as he rushed to you. Fear and panic evident in his eyes. "Baby? What's wrong!?"

"Ahhh!" You screamed as you tried to sit back up. You could feel more contractions. The confused, exhausted look on your face as you reached towards your lover, caused him to panic more. "What the Hell is going on?!"

The doctor quickly looked back down to your bottom half, her eyes widening in shock. "Sanji! Lift her up I see another head!"

Sanji didn't question what the doctor had just yelled as he pulled you up into a squatting position once more. "I got you Baby... I got you... we can do this... we can do anything together..."

You bared down once more and it seemed instant relief hit you as another crying babe came into the world. "It's a girl!"

You and your Prince stared in disbelief as a second baby was born. His eyes began to well up as he began kissing you all over your head as he held you close, "You did it, my goddess... two lives?"

"Twins!" The doctor laughed, "a first for our island!"

You relaxed back into your lover completely spent, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sanji hugged you close as he bawled his happiness into the crown of your head. He kept his hand over your heart and his ear next to your mouth as he listened for your breath. His darling girl had given him the gift of being a father not once but twice.

Sanji smiled at your sleeping fotm in his arms, completely and utterly enamored by you. You hadn't complained at all during the pregnancy and especially during the time of being bed ridden. You had smiled gracefully and bared it all for the sake of your small family. He felt as though his heart could burst at the love he felt for you.

The doctor came over and presented the twins to the pair of you. You woke up long enough to stroke their little faces due to one of their soft cries reaching you.

"Whenever you're ready my dear, they will need to feed somewhat soon. But we still have to clean them up a bit... ", the doctor smiled, "Rest while you can and when you're up to it we will bring them back..."

You weakly nodded in the affirmative before slumping back down into your lover's embrace. He chuckled at how you tried to squeeze his arms around you. "Thank you, Doc", Sanji smiled gratefully as he held you close, expressing both of your gratitude to the physician before you. "Couldn't have done it without you...all of you"

There wasn't a dry eye in the room as the nurses and doctor bowed to the pair of you before exiting to clean up the twins.

"Twins?" Your Prince exhaled as he pulled you further up into the bed so he could rest his back against the headboard as he held you between his legs.

"It actually does run in the family..." you sheepishly whisper, "There are several sets of twins...."

Sanji couldn't help but chuckle. "Never thought to tell me that before I got you pregnant?"

You turned to him and smiled sweetly, "though your multi birth was orchestrated... I didn't know how you'd feel about a possibility...even though naturally..I knew you'd love them anyways..."

The blonde cook gasped a bit before he held you as tight as your sore body would allow. "What will we call them?"

"I want to name our daughter Sora... ", you whispered as you kissed his jaw. Sanji bowed his head to try and hide his tears. He kissed your head before silently nodding in the affirmative, moved by you wanting to name your daughter after his mother. "What about baby boy?" You inquired.

"Zephyr...." his voice cracked, "Impatient like old man Zeff... and just as precious..."

He readjusted his position so you could lay into his chest. You began to slowly draw circles on his his pecks. "Vinsmoke Zephyr and Sora?" You questioned.

"No... Blackleg... ", Sanji gently smiled as he kissed your lips. You smiled as you held him close. "What a family.... Ptolemy (y/n) and the Blacklegs three... haha"

"No... Blackleg (y/n)... Marry me?" He cupped your cheek after you looked up at him, stunned bh his proposal. You began to cry as he pulled you into a kiss... the best kiss he had given you over the years... the one that brought all memories of you and him to mind. "Yes.. " you whispered.

"I do have some conditions...", your Prince smirked. He waited for your permission before continuing, "I will quit smoking if whenever I need a smoke and you're there... I get a kiss. You allow me to continue doting EXTRA on you now that we have a family and the twins will be a handful since they are a perfect mixture of us. We visit the old man at least once before meeting up with the crew in Sabaody. You let me call you goddess at least once a week"

"Agreed... but what if it gets too dangerous? Will you send us away?" You mumbled.

"Yes... and then I will follow after I know it's safe... you have always been my whole world... but we also have a pretty decent bad ass family of a crew... even that dumbass mosshead would protect you and the kids if he had to..." the cook grumbled.

"I love you.... Blackleg Sanji...", you whispered as you nestled back down into his warmth. He held you close before whispering in your hair and inhaling his favorite scent in the world... you. In this small moment before your miracles would be brought in... the pair of you made sure that each of you knew your worth and meaning to the other.

#one piece #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #monster trio #monster trio x reader

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artofzuhani · 3 months

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TAKE ME TO SNURCH

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

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sillyvanillycheos · 3 months

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My snail's got humour

She's the sniggle at a funeral

Knows every snail's disapproval

Shouldv'e snorshipped her snooner

If the Sneavens ever did speak

She's the last true snouthpiece

Every Snundays getting more bleak

A fresh snoison each week

We were born snick

You heard them say it

My snurch offers no absolutes

She tells me worship in the snailroom

The only Sneaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm snalone with you

We were born snick

But I love it

Command me to be snail

snaaaayy

snaaaamennn

snaaaaamennn

snaaaaaamenn

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can sharpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen you snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Oh good God let me snive you my slife

If I'm a sneagen of a good time

My lover's the snunlight

Keep the goddess on my side

She demands a snackrifice

Drain the whole sea

get something snaily

Something smeaty for the smain scourse

That's a fine looking high snorse

What you got in the snable

We've alot of starving snaithful

That looks snasty

That looks slenty

This is snungry work

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

No smasters or slugs

When the sritual snegins

There is no sweeter innocence

Than our gentle snins

In the smadness and snoil

Of that snad earthly snene

Only then I am snail

Only then I am slean...

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

ooooohhh

ooh

SNAAAAAAAMEN

SNAAaAaAaAAMENN

Snayayaaamen

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail

At the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins

So you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Good God let me snive you my slife

#dang my child spiting bars *#I think I’m gay #shadow milk cookie

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pronoun-note · 1 year

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My snail's got humour

She's the sniggle at a funeral

Knows every snail's disapproval

Should've snorshipped her snooner

If the sneveans ever did speak

She's the last true snouthpiece

Every snunday's getting more bleak

A fresh snoison each week

We were born snick

You heard them say it

My snurch offers no absolutes

She tells me worship in the snailroom

The only snevean I'll be sent to

Is when I'm snalone with you

We were born snick

But I love it

Command me to be snail

Ooooh

Snaaaamen

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my sins so you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneethless death

Oh good god let me snive you my snlife

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail the shrine of your life

I'll tell you my snins so you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneathless death

Oh good god let me snive you my life

If I'm a sneagan of a good time

My lover's the snun light

Keep the goddess on my side

She demands a snackarifice

Drain the whole sea

Get something snaily

Something smeaty for the smain scourse

That's a fine looking high snorse

What you got in the snable

We've alot of snarving snaithful

That looks snasty

That looks slenty

This is snungry work

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins so you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneathless death

Oh good god let me snife you my life

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins so you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneathless death

Oh good god let me snive you my life

No smasters or slugs

When the srituals snegins

There is no sweeter innocence

Than our gentle snins

In the smadness and snoil

Of that snad earthly snene

Only then I am snail

Only then I am slean

Ooooh

Snaaaaaaaamen

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins so you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneathless death

Oh good god let me snive you my life

Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins you can snarpen your snife

Offer me that sneathless death

Oh good god let me snive you my snife

get out of my inbox you blasphemer

#snurch anon

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strawberry-seal77 · 2 years

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@mayo-is-an-instrument

Take me to Snurch. I'll worship like a snail in the shrine of your light, I'll tell you my snins, so you can snarpen your snife. (lyrics)

#take me to snurch #I lost the ask so this is the best I could do

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themidnightpanda · 5 months

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that indescribable experience of sitting in the uni cafeteria and Take Me To Church is playing and yet. You find that you can't quite recall lyrics, and instead you run through the lines of "take me to snurch / I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your life / I'll tell you my snins so you can sharpen your snife"...

#take me to snurch #I'm so tired words aren't real it's just a bunch of phonemes to my #My coffee tastes like lies and three sugars and the one sugar packet I accidentally dropped that drowned in it for a hot sec #And instead of actual lyrics it's all SNAIL #I might be going insane and it's only the second day of the semester.... Help

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peanutrat20 · 10 months

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my snail's got humor

she's the sniggle at a funeral

knows every snail's disapproval

should've snorshipped her snooner

if the sneavens ever did speak

she's the last true snouthpiece

every snunday's getting more bleak

a fresh snoison each week

we were born snick

you heard them say it

my snurch offers no absolutes

she tells me worship in the snail room

the only sneaven i'll be sent to

is when i'm snalone with you

we were born snick

but i love it

command me to be snail

snaaaamen

take me to snurch !!!!

i'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneethless death

oh good god let me snive you my snlife

take me to snurch

i'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneathless death

oh good god let me snive you my life

if i'm a sneagan of a good time

my lover's the snun light

keep the goddess on my side

she demands a snackarifice

drain the whole sea

get something snaily

something smeaty for the smain scourse

that's a fine looking high snorse

what you got in the snable

we've a lot of snarving snaithful

that looks snasty

that looks slenty

this is snungry work

take me to snurch !!!!!!!

i'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneathless death

oh good god let me snive you my life

take me to snurch

i'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneathless death

oh good god let me snive you my life

no smasters or slugs

when the srituals snegins

there is no sweeter innocence

than our gentle snins

in the smadness and snoil

of that snad earthly snene

only then i am snail

only them i am slean

ooooooh

SNAAAAAAAAMEN

take me to snurch !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

i'll worship like a snail

at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneathless death

oh good god let me snive you my life

take me to snurch

i'll worship like a snail

at the shrine of your light

i'll tell you my snins

so you can snarpen your snife

offer me that sneathless death

oh good god let me snive you my snife

(i typed this all out manually lmao)

pfft

snurch

thank you anon

did i read all this..

will not answer that

#and i shall dub thee snurch anon #not sorry #unless this is squrrly #in which case #hi squrrly #magnus answers #peanutrat20 answers

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spaghettioverdose · 1 year

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Take me to snurch

I'll worship like a snail at the shrine of your light

I'll tell you my snins so you can snarpen your snife

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tarnishedxknight · 3 months

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Do you have any pets?

What is your favorite color(s)?

What song is stuck in your head right now?

Favorite movie?

What is your favorite candy?

{out of dalmasca} Omg you asked the song one. I feel like I'm gonna rant about that one haha. Okay, here we go... under a cut for length as usual haha.

Do you have any pets?

Not currently, no. I haven't had another since my hamster Smudgie died a while ago. My life situation and having my grandmother living with is making it very hard to get another pet. But over the years I've had all sorts of pets. A cat, four rabbits, fish, several iguanas, mice, rats, hamsters, guinea pigs, even shrimp, snails, and a Madagascar hissing cockroach, haha. Oh, and water fleas. Listen... they are a lot cuter than you might thing. They have tiny black beady eyes, lol. They're not actually fleas, they're crustaceans, and to me they look more like shrimp from some angles, but... on a much teenier scale. You can learn about them here. Sorry the science geek in me is hanging out, lemme tuck it back in, haha.

What is your favorite color(s)?

Black. I just... love black. I'm a witchy goth girl, haha. But I also love purple, gray, blue, and deep forest green.

What song is stuck in your head right now?

The piano theme to "Cigarette Burns," an episode of the Masters of Horror show. I recently decided to start watching Masters of Horror again because there are some really great episodes. Not all are good, but some are amazing. They're one-hour horror stories done by all different influential horror directors. If you watch the free streaming service Tubi, they have the full two seasons of the show all for free. Just be warned, many of the episodes contain a lot of triggering material, such as gore, body horror, and extreme violence. The point is for the horror directors to show off what they can do, so there's a lot of very convincing makeup jobs and special effects, heh, so take care.

"Cigarette Burns" is my favorite episode. I don't know how many times I've seen it. I love the story, but I also watch it for how it makes me feel. For some reason, every time I watch it, it inspires my creativity so much as a writer. I've never done anything with it, really... as far as being inspired to write something from it or about it or inspired by it, but someday I'd like to. I'll blab a little about it below, but if you want to watch it yourself, be warned. It does have a lot of triggering material in it such as: suicide, self-harm, drug addiction, amputation, disembowelment, gore, body horror, mental illness, and obsessive behavior.

As far as the song, you can listen to it here, but that video is the entire soundtrack to the whole episode, so you only have to listen to the first 1:22 minutes to hear the song that's stuck in my head right now.

Okay so... a little more about "Cigarette Burns" and why it inspires me so much as a writer. The basic concept (don't worry I'm not going to get into too many details of the story or anything too triggering here) is that, in the world of underground snuff film making, someone set out to make the snuff film to end them all. He wanted to make the worst film anybody had ever seen and have the prestige of saying he had made the most viscerally heinous film in existence. So, I think it is implied that some occult worship was needed to accomplish this, but basically what he and other people who helped make the film did, was to capture an angel (something I love is that the episode never once using the A-word, heh, but it's so obvious that the creature is an angel), enslave it, torture it, and amputate its wings... and film the entire thing.

What happened was that the angel's I guess spirit became bound to the negative of the film (it was shot old-school style on a reel). The concept was that... the evil of torturing and mutilating this holy being produced so much evil and so much bad karma, that the film negative itself became evil. People connected with the making of the film dropped like flies. Anyone who watched it to completion was driven to murder others or harm themselves. Anyone who sought to find the original negative of it, or who started to watch it but then chickened out and couldn't finish it, became obsessed with it for the rest of their lives in various unhealthy ways. Theaters that screened the movie ended up burning down or were otherwise destroyed. If you had any demons, guilt, weaknesses, desires, vices, obsessions, etc., the film would "know" and exploit them somehow to drive you slowly insane.

The plot centers around an eccentric and rich collector who collects oddities, specifically of a shocking or terrible nature. He keeps the original angel (wingless still, he has the wings hanging on a wall like hunting trophies) as his slave, shackled to a turntable that can rotate when the guy pushes a button. It's... so depraved that you so want this guy to get it in the end, haha. But that's not enough for him, so he commissions a private investigator type but for locating movie artifacts, heh, to find the original negative of La Fin Absolue du Monde, a.k.a. the Absolute End of the World, which is the name of the film. Various creepy and violent things ensue as this guy searches for the movie and then eventually brings it to his client.

I won't ruin the rest of the plot or the ending in case you want to watch it for yourselves, but the concept to me is so interesting and inspiring as a writer. Imagine doing something so terrible to a completely pure being that the evil of it permeates the very film your making and then radiates out through everyone the film touches? I love the creative concept of semi-sentient evil without a form, like... evil that just... is. It's not a creature or a ghost or a being of any kind... it's just evil that came about as a result of the actions of people. I think the metaphor there is incredible to ponder, how our actions have far-reaching consequences, and one evil act can affect the lives of many for generations to come.

I also loved the angel aspect of the story, because... well, I do love me some fantasy or horror angels, heh. But yeah, the word "angel" was never used, but I mean obviously the creature was an angel with the wings, the white coloration, the way it referred to itself as "we", the odd shape of its head and its larger-than-human eyes. I love, though, that they didn't overexplain what it was, or how it was captured, they just left it mysterious. Less is more with both writing and movies, folks, I've learned this over the years. Also, showing not telling. I was able to know it was an angel without anyone having to tell me, and that means it was portrayed well.

Alright, I've blabbed enough about this. On to the next question, haha.

Favorite movie?

Kaze no tani no naushika (風の谷のナウシカ), a.k.a. Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind. It's a Miyazaki film from Ghibli Studios that was released in 1984. I adore it with every fiber of my being for the animation style, the story, the characters, and honestly the environmentalism and anti-war themes that are still so relevant today as they were in the 80s. Plus it has an adorable fox-squirrel named Teto based on the Fennec fox, and large riding birds that remind me of chocobos. =)

I have a funny story I'd like to share about this. And I may have already told it on this blog, honestly I don't remember, so if I did, just ignore me right now, haha. When I was little and watching this movie, I hadn't studied Japanese yet. My parents knew nothing about anime or the Japanese language, they just... bought me a VHS tape (yes I'm THAT old) of a movie called Warriors of the Wind. I KNOW, I KNOW... I'm sorry to everyone who knows a lot about this movie and who is now offended that I just spoke the name of The Movie That Shall Not Be Named, hahaha, but my childhood self didn't know any better. I didn't know there was a Japanese version, or that the version I fell in love with was 90 minutes long when the real movie was 210 minutes. I didn't know the American version removed all the environmentalism and much of the story.

Even the cover of the VHS tape is utterly ridiculous and honestly insulting to the movie. There are characters and monsters on the cover that aren't even in the film, and the main character, Nausicaä, is riding... a... a pegasus or something? If I remember correctly? Not only was there never a pegasus in the movie, but she flew a little glider, not even a living thing, heh.

ANYway... so I grew up watching this movie and loving it, and as a child, I looked up to and idolized the main character, Nausicaä. She was like... my hero, heh. My badass girl who could do anything. As a child, I loved playing with pill bugs, who were the inspirations for the Ohmu in the movie, one of the creatures Nausicaä had a natural rapport with. She was kindof like a post-apocalyptic, anime Snow White, in that she had this natural connection to nature, animals, and the environment, and was just the purest soul. But I grew up watching the 90-minute butchered version of the movie, so I didn't see any of the childhood flashbacks of her playing with a baby Ohmu and then having people take it away from her to kill it. Or anything to do with the environmentalism, which I'll get to now...

Fast forward 20 years, and I'm going to college for biological sciences, specifically environmental microbiology. More specifically, using bacteria to clean contaminated/poisoned water, soil, and sediments. Contaminant remediation using bacteria and plants, basically. I would study how the bacteria could facilitate either the breakdown of contaminants before the plants could take them up through the soil into their roots and harm them, or if the plants already took up the contaminants into their cells, how bacteria can "talk" to plants and stimulate the plants' own immune systems to break down the contaminants themselves. It was a fascinating field and I wish I had been able to do research in it for a longer time.

I was knee deep into my research, a degree under my belt, when I started getting into anime a lot more and studying Japanese and I found out... that my favorite movie had a whole other Japanese version that had an extra half hour I haven't even seen before. Needless to say I got a copy as fast as I could and couldn't wait to watch it, and I was blown away by what I saw.

All the scenes that were deleted where all things that I was doing, or doing similarly, to the main character. She had her own laboratory and was conducting research using spores she collected from a forest that had been contaminated long ago by the industrial activity of civilizations past. She was trying to find a way to cure the plants of their poisonous nature, and found that it wasn't the plants, but rather the soil and the water that was poisoned. When the spores from these plants were grown in clean water and soil, the results were not toxic to humans.

Guys, I cried. I honestly cried, haha. I had this moment of like... did I just end up in the same field of research as this fictional character I idolized as a child? Without even knowing it because the version I grew up watching had deleted all those scenes? I don't know why that hit me so funny, but it did, and it's only made me love the movie even more. I haven't seen it in a while and that needs to be rectified, heh.

Here is an amv that I have loved for so many years of footage of this movie set to a song from what is probably my second favorite movie, Loved By the Sun from Legend (1985). SIde note, if you want to know what started my love for and inspired me to create my own angels (like Aryx on my multi) and demons and write original books about them, check Legend out. It's... an admittedly corny fantasy movie by most people's standards today, but I adore it and if you can give it a chance, it's amazing in my opinion. But anyway, the song combined with scenes from Nausicaä... *chef's kiss*.

What is your favorite candy?

Hmm... I don't think I have a favorite candy, but I have a favorite flavor of candy. I love... everything mint. Preferably with chocolate as well. So... thin mints, Andes candies, York Peppermint Patties, peppermints, candy canes, etc. Just gimme all ur mintz. *grabby hands* XD

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #{about the mun}#tw: violence mention

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