nico robin and her smile
hiiii ok has anyone else ever thought about the person robin was before joining the straw hats? like who she was when she was at her worst? because i do. a lot. so go along with me here
from her introduction, robin has this very small smile that feels cunning and is seemingly meant to taunt luffy and co. it creates a sense that there's a canyon's depth of difference in power between her and the others.
robin's is a subtle character in her expressions compared to most other major characters in the series. and i think it fits her background of having to work in subterfuge. (???)
she maintains this expression throughout multiple scenes. the same shape of her smile that is so exact that it has to be with intention. this is the face of ms. all sunday. this is the person robin had to be in order to survive.
and yet each one still has it's differences and that's robin being not so perfect at hiding her true feelings (which btw i love that robin will always be exactly who she is). she's stressed or even strained at times. while also feeling perfectly at ease, but still performing a role.
i think for the most part. robin didn't mind what she had to do or who she had to be. because she's pragmatic, but she was definitely bothered by vivi and the strawhats. they're the ones who cause robin to show anything other than that static smile. notably when she is faced with vivi and luffy's determination.
and i've rambled about it once before robin is a kind woman at heart and who has a soft spot for the crew + vivi. their earnestness breaks through her own desire/need to not care for the effect her actions have on the lives of others.
notably the only times robin does seem to genuinely smile is in small sudden outbursts around luffy when something he does makes her laugh.
and throughout the rest of the alabasta arc. robin's clearly uncomfortable with facing the real destruction of alabasta at crocodile and her hands. later revealing that she never planned on helping him obtain the poseidon weapon. she never once smiles, instead dropping everything to focus on getting to the poneglyph.
after that though? she does her miss all sunday smile one last time when she asks luffy to join his crew. it's a famous panel, we all know it, we all love it.
the longer robin was with the straw hats. the more she began to genuinely smile. it's well established that being on the crew brought back joy and laughter into robin's life, that being with them gave her a reason to live again. but it was a slow start until we got to see this robin more often and more freely who is cheered by everyone's bright youth and excitement in being alive in a ways that she never had been allowed.
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my biological peer reviewer (sibling) called this theory “fun” and said i should send it, so here goes
my personal theory is the feds ((”federation”)) created the eggs because they decided the best way to enforce “you can never leave” was to give the people something they couldn’t lose, like in the post by tumblr user alexaloraetheris (no relation to the smp) where their friend who might be a deity had said,
"When you die you descend to the underworld with nothing to lose. To keep you, they give you something to lose. When you want to return, they will demand it back. That's why nobody ever leaves. The only way out is to never enter."
i’m thinkin that on egg D-Day, at the end of the countdown, the feds weren’t gonna give the eggs back. they were just gonna hide them forever, or do something else, anything else, just keep them away from their surrogate parents, because then the people would just be STUCK, because people could theoretically take their eggs and leave, but if the eggs are missing, gone without a trace, then the residents CAN’T LEAVE, because presumably the eggs are STILL THERE, SOMEWHERE, IN NEED OF HELP AND RESCUE, if only the residents could find them ON THE ISLAND. if they leave the island while the eggs are missing, they are abandoning these things that have become their children.
but then in came the brazilians. and shit went south. because see, the spenglish (spanish / english) streamers were INVITED, but the brazilians CRASHED; the feds didn’t INVITE THEM, they weren’t EXPECTING THEM, but they can’t let these guys leave either, so they PANIC, and they scramble to give the brazilians the same thing--something to lose. the new egg had a brazilian jersey, homie was TAILOR MADE for them to pack bond with. the feds didn’t have time to send out multiple eggs, it was all or nothing, so they picked something they could reasonably assume all five of them would find endearing because they don’t know shit about these guys--they had a week to observe the OG batch, but all they know about these newbies is the brazilian flag on their boat--and so they sent the little egg out to become THEIR THING, the thing they couldn’t afford to lose.
it leaves open why the eggs are cracked too, bc idk what’s going on there lol, either 1: the eggs cracked because they’re hatching and the feds picked that date bc they wanted to yoink the eggs before they got Too Powerful, or 2: the feds were the ones to crack the eggs as an excuse for why they vanished--returning the eggs untouched would open too many questions the feds don’t want them asking; this way, instead of being concerned specifically with “why were the eggs missing”, the residents presume they know the answer--the cracks.
but yea i’m just gonna add as an aside that personally i think cucurucho / osito bimbo / the white fucker is way more active again because the feds are still scrambling to keep up with the brazilians (which, again, the feds weren’t expecting), and the binary fuckwad came in to put the fear of god into the newbies--maybe so they didn’t get too focused on the morse code transmissions; iirc max was theorizing that both osito and binary were part of the federation ? and if so it does make sense that the binary entity went to fuck with cellbit immediately after cellbit was introduced to the conspiracies of the island, yknow, a warning shot. i think they want them to be focused on the eggs.
BUT THAT’S JUST A THEOr
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Oooo, can I scratch at your door like a hungry cat and yell for Dean/Cas/Jimmy? As prompt, waking up hungover/disoriented after a night out partying and puzzling out wtf is going on and who all those limbs are attached to.
always for you, hun. <3
oh and wait this is poly, and today is free day for @polyshipweek! I am totally going to pretend this is intentional. It's been so long since I've managed to do ANY prompt days, much less two for one event!
(twincest tw, incest tw, deanjimstiel, modern au, rated Mature. unedited.)
Dean woke up slowly, squinching his face to try to remember how his muscles worked. Judging by the disgusting, cotton-mouthed feel in his mouth, he was somewhere between still drunk and hungover, and judging by the roilly, crampy feeling in his stomach, he had the worst sensations of both states. The only good thing was that the bed was warm - not too hot, but definitely not cold. His body ached in pleasant, familiar ways; an unfamiliar hand rested on his hip and two bare legs were sandwiched between his knees. His memory of the previous evening was blurry, but sensation was enough to tell him that he hadn't come home alone, and whoever it was hadn't left yet.
Awesome combination.
Maybe they could wake up to round 2?
Finally, reluctantly, Dean opened his eyes.
Surprise - not his home. His vision was a little fuzzy but unless he'd developed spontaneous colorblindness, or Sam had come over in the last 24 hours and done a surprise remodeling of Dean's bedroom (which. possible.) there had never been a time when his walls were this shade of yellow and his bedding was red.
A blanket-draped mound beside him shifted, rolled a little, and made a muttering sound.
Oddly, the legs Dean could feel didn't move.
Frowning, he forced himself to consciousness enough to catalog his surroundings more thoroughly.
Unfamiliar decor: check.
Last night's one-night-stand-possibly-also-morning-after-fuck lying before him: check.
Hand on his waist, fingers curling as the person before him shifted: check.
Legs against his legs... the knees would be backward if they belonged to the person before him? No check. Definitely uncheck.
Wait...he SHOULD check.
Whatever were words?
Twisting to look behind him dislodged the hand on him, but Dean couldn't spare it any attention as he stared, wide-eyed, at the sex god lying behind him. The blankets were tucked beneath his shoulder, giving Dean a clear view of ruddy skin, morning stubble, and dark hair a mess of spikes and loose tendrils, the remnants of what must have been an actual style the previous evening. Dean was hot - he knew he was - and that he'd find a hot partner wasn't a surprise, but fucking damn, this guy was incredible.
And was only one of the two other people in the bed.
Drunk Dean had scored a threesome.
Way to hit it out of the park, me.
Dean turned back toward his other partner, and was greeted by brilliant blue eyes blinking back at him. The formerly blanket-cloaked figure was now clearly a man, propped up on an elbow, bleary gaze stunningly beautiful as he looked Dean up and down. From his sun-kissed cheeks to his dark hair to his well-past-five-o'clock shadow, he was indistinguishable from the guy lying behind Dean.
No. That couldn't be right.
Dean must be more still-drunk than he realized.
He looked back over his shoulder at hot-as-fuck dude one.
Still looked the same.
He turned back to hot-as-fuck dude two.
Also the same.
The two were so similar that if Dean didn't know better, he'd think the fucking bed had been bisected by a mirror.
But if that was the case, then I'd have been bisected by a mirror, and ew.
Though...if I was getting bisected by him...by THEM...at least I'd die happy.
No wait, what the fuck, brain no.
"Morning, Dean," said sex god the second and hell that voice was incredible, raspy and deep.
"There are two of you?" Dean managed weakly. Very smart. Great job. A+. Definitely perfectly on track to get fucked by the gorgeous guys...the gorgeous identical twins???...again.
"There are," muttered the same voice from behind him. "Is that a problem?"
"You didn't seem to mind last night," said the one in front him. "I'm Cas, by the way."
"Not even when he was dick-deep in me," added the other one. "And - Jimmy."
"Which is honestly unusual," admitted...hell, Dean couldn't even keep track. They traded dialogue between them so easily that he felt like he was in the world's best fucking echo chamber.
Fucking echo chamber? A chamber of fucking echos? An echo that fucks?
Oh hell, I am definitely still too drunk for this.
"That sounds hot," Dean muttered in a low rumble. "Wish I could remember."
"Really?" Whichever one had spoken sounded genuinely surprised.
"I mean, we could arrange a replay if you mean it..."
"You don't know how fricken rare it is to find a partner who is truly cool with it... with us..."
"I'll own, I was a little worried you were only so into it because you were so smashed that sometimes you seemed to think you were seeing double."
"Waking up with you still here is. reassuring."
"And--"
"Stop talking," Dean groaned. It was too much goddamn noise, beautiful, spectacular, tempting, perfect noise. "So, you fuck each other."
"Frequently."
"And...who fucked me?"
"Both of us," came the smug answer.
"And you're cool with, uh, 'replaying' that this morning?"
"If you are," they agreed simultaneously.
"Oh, hell yeah," said Dean. "Hell, if you want, maybe we can put this show into syndication..."
The laughter that surrounded him was gorgeous.
"It's a little early for commitment..." allowed...Jimmy? Maybe? Was Jimmy the one behind him?
"...but I think I speak for both of us when I say, there's at least a chance for renewal..."
And four hands enveloped Dean, touching his face, his back, his belly, his ass.
"Fuck yeah...let's get this show on the road..." he groaned. His half-drunk hangover was suddenly a world away.
"On one condition," said maybe-Jimmy.
"Anything," Dean said breathily.
"Drop the episode jokes..." maybe-Cas said.
"So...this gig has jumped the shark?"
"Just. Stop. Talking."
"Make me."
And they did.
And, fuck, was Dean sure he was in for the run of his life with these two...
(Oops this got long. *sweat drop*)
(send me a ship and a very short prompt like a genre/trope/kink/setting and I'll supposedly write a three sentence ficlet that'll actually be way longer than three sentences.)
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