#arc one.

[shadowedvales-a]

SENDER LAYS A FINGER OVER THEIR LIPS, TELLING RECIEVER TO STAY QUIET › FROM BARRY BERKMAN. @slaughtyr

AN ECHO RESTED IN THE BACK OF HER MIND. the wonder-awe of having been seen, the very notion of drawn recognition without the need to follow successful commands. seen as human, as no more than the little girl she actually was. some unspoken thing, some light-hearted brush with someone tethered to the world outside ceramic walls and chemical odours. (eleven ceased to ponder what might exist beyond, barely understood childhood was stolen beneath her nose.) none could deny the newfound sense of choice, swelling brew of attention from the doctor who'd arrived two months prior. she didn't know his name; didn't know any names of the countless people in white coats and blazers. but there's a mellowness about him, a kind pallor — the crease upon his forehead when his brows furrowed; faintly crooked smile which somehow became comforting when eleven caught whiff of it; sliver of keen resemblance in his tone when on duty. unlike others, when leading her from one test to the next, his hand consistently possessed a gentle grip. she walked alongside rather than forced to follow.

TO SELECT THE PATH OF FREEDOM OR SUBMISSION? it was her decision. stuffed lion sheltered under a bent arm, quietude ascended as the clock ticked past ten. when the door creaked open her furry friend fell off the bed in surprise, and the startled child whipped her head around to discover the means of entrance. the knot quickly forming in her stomach eased immediately at the sight of him; the look on his face, however, vastly brought it back. there was an order to accompany him, a hushed word, an outstretched hand, gleaming urgency. eleven obeyed, but the familiar warmth to his hand, she noted, contradicted against the often pleasant feeling. (later she’d realise it was sweat. barry's hands clammy from rushing adrenaline causing her hold to fall lax.) his movements are calculated as they rummage through empty hallways; occasional beeps of machinery the only proof they weren't alone. soon weaving amongst areas unrecognisable... she'd never departed so far from the same six or seven rooms, the connected corridors. it's all so new, and dissembled faith rose sturdily in her.

FOR THE FIRST TIME, ELEVEN DARED QUESTION HER FATE. ❝ where? ❞ weakly forcing him to stop by tugging on his hand, firmly planting her bare feet down. shoulders almost squared as unknown confidence bloomed throughout the lone word, demanding final destination. a beat, then his focus shifted from surveying their location and pulling her along — instead, he performed a tiny signal by his free hand, and she acknowledged a phenomenon was indeed happening. nobody realised they're here. cemented rules were broken. she wasn’t heading to late night tests nor medical examinations. she studied him a moment more, mouth falling slightly agape, weighted stare strong enough to shatter attentiveness. eyes wide with epiphany before releasing his sight. finally she nodded, a small jolt, and found her grasp properly fixed in his palm. eleven cradled him like a life-line, commanded hush settled her yearning knowledge to the precise course of planning. she can wait.

ONCE VAGUE AND TIRED. now alert, attuned to miniscule sounds threatening disobedient travels within the laboratory. perhaps destiny sparked this connection betwixt doctor and patient: sent to rid repetitive existence of torture and fear. demise kissed the mindscape — now hope replaced with each stride of his hardened boots, each slap of her pale flesh against the tiled surface. usually she would note the coolness of the floor; no such thought of it now commences while her heart thrummed something fierce, eyes burning a hole right into him as her gaze remained unfaltering. stricken perception, unaware that her fingers tightened inside his, that the knuckles fade ghostly white. hopelessly florid in the lowlight, contemplation penetrating no longer as desired obedience wreaks every inch of her nimble yet powered frame.

#arc one. #re. forget all about me and let me decay. #slaughtyr. #q. #SO excited for them oh my god????? #just thought this ask was perfect for the grand lab escape. <333 #also crazy but this is the first time i have ever written s1 janey and. #it is weird legit posting something where she says ONE WORD.

[camptw1nk]

@parameddic : "Can.." that wasn't the right question. TK leant his head to the side and covered the fresh bandage he'd just applied with his hand, ducking just a little to try to meet the kid's eyes. Nothing. "I got a legal obligation to ask where you got these injuries, Kurt."

He hates this. Hates needing help, hates feeling indebted. There's too much vulnerability to it, something Kurt is far from familiar with. Being hurt and requiring help is already something he finds just a touch humiliating, raised to find shame in things that are simply human nature. But he could handle the pain, really, if not for the questions it brings forth. Except TK doesn't ask, he isn't enquiring. It's a demand, no matter how much he tries to soften the blow. Eye's remain fixed on the ground, on bandaged wounds and barely hidden bruises. Anywhere except TK. Looking at him, seeing the concern or determination in his face, just might push Kurt to spill the entire truth — a thought that terrifies him.

He sniffles, quick to wipe at his face, trying to brush away any evidence that he'd shown pain or fear or sadness. Trying to brush away evidence that he was just a normal guy, that he wasn't as picture perfect as he tried to be. "I can't.." Head shakes, knows that's not the right answer. TK's legal obligation to ask is more than just a friend who's worried, is more than a passerby noticing a bruise. This is his job, and these injuries cant just be ignored or brushed aside. Eyes squeeze shut, face scrunching as if trying hard enough could make all of this go away. It doesn't. When he speaks his voice is soft, scared. "I don't want to be in trouble."

#parameddic #answered. #in character. #arc one. #parameddic 002.

[he11inquent]

@detectiveconnor: “will you tell me how it happened?”

there are a thousand different ways this story could go. only a few shine light favourably on tate, far too many of them laced with the undertone that tate had done something wrong, that this was all on him. it’s true that the boy is far from innocent, his record well and truly tarnished. but none of his offences are anything that serious, always petty theft or disruptive behaviour, and deeper digging would note that the theft was only ever of food, the distruptive behaviour usually being where tate took the fall for his father. the blonde is plenty capable of getting into trouble on his own, but never trouble quite like this. violence is nothing new to him, but a murder charge is something entirely different. thats without even processing that this isn’t just a single charge, that they’re trying to pin him for serial murders, for the conspiracy, for planning it all out.

he’s entirely innocent and he’s pretty much sure everyone knows it, but he’d flown under the radar without legal consequence for too long, the ending of his arrangement with the police - if you could call it as much - that came from his relationship with benji leaving him stuck in the deep end without any way out. the cops aren’t trying to help him, they’re trying to bury him, avoid any consequences by throwing the poor little delinquent kid to the dogs. he likes to think that connor is different, the very act of taking time to try to listen feeling like a monumental step, but the boy had never had faith in law enforcement even before they’d taken advantage of him, he certainly isn’t full of faith now. “i don’t know.” quiet admission feels too vulnerable, though he’s not sure why. fear overwhelming that one wrong word could get him to an even lower rock bottom. “i don’t know, i didn’t do it. i don’t know why they think i did.” except they don’t think he did and he knows it, but saying that out loud opens a whole other can of worms that he’s not prepared to deal with. accusing the cops of poor judgement is bad enough, but claiming a conspiracy to get an innocent (at least this time) kid locked up for the rest of his life feels like the easiest way to find himself put away for life.

#detectiveconnor #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #arc one.

[sunnyvaler]

@contradictivs / cont.

The question made Ryder’s breath catch in his throat. Eyes flickering around to take in their environment and try to gauge the amount of people there. Or, rather, to try and gauge how interested the people around them were in the event at hand and trying to figure out if anyone would notice that the pair were missing. Most people that knew them would not be surprised if they disappeared for awhile. Everyone knew that they could not keep their hands off of each other.

Clearing his throat, the blonde leaned in closer to his boyfriend to nuzzling lightly at the spot behind his ear. Tilting his head to whisper into his ear. “Yeah. And you’d take it so well for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice had already seemed to go lower with arousal. “Let everyone see how desperate you are for it?”

His arousal is already obvious, but it only grows more prominent as Ryder moves in close, nuzzling lightly behind his ear. Kurt has to hold back the desire to make noise at Ryder’s words, has to try his best to keep composed. Though, there’s no denying that some part of him wants nothing more than to make a scene, to have everyone nearby know exactly what’s going through his mind. 

He leans into Ryder, tries to close off any space between them. “Uh huh.” Words quiet through heavy breaths, legs pressing together in an attempt to contain the arousal that spreads through him. But it’s obvious, especially to Ryder. No one can read him as well as Ryder can, no one else knows all the ways to make him tick. “So desperate.” Practically whimpered out, but he’s gonna do anything he can to encourage this. “I’ll take it so good.”

#kurt said no more angst smut only #contradictivs #contradictivs 013. #in character. #arc one. #nsft //

[soaked-doors]

“no one is born in this world to be alone!”

#one piece #nico robin #enies lobby #well. Guess who finished enies lobby a few weeks back #collective time spent crying over this arc was two hours at minimum #GUYS WHEN. FOUND FAMILY #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #usopp #Franky #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #straw hat pirates #one piece fanart #my art #mugiwara crew

[elenaes]

@hedonst ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

ㅤㅤshe hums to herself as she waits for the pot to brew, very much needing the caffeine to get through this final chapter. her muse is very fickle lately, and she's been having to take advantage of when it strikes, no matter what she's doing. she feels bad making bandit wait on her though, and she shoots him a guilty look as she pours them both a mug. ❛❛ i'm sorry, ❜❜ she says sheepishly as she walks over to him sets the cup in front of him. she then takes her spot on the window seat, picking her notebook back up and starting to write. ❛❛ my editor is hounding me to at least get this chapter done; but after that, we can do something actually fun. ❜❜

#hedonst #arc one. #lmk if u'd like something else <3

[toboldlymuppet]

VICTORY FEAST !!!

my piece for the @opfoodzine

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #yamato #roronoa zoro #wano arc #trafalgar law #eustass kid #strawhats #please i dont think i can type all their names again #its my bday so i give u this #ill update the tags when i can

[usopps-froggy-hat]

the “luffy’s about to put us all in danger” face

#one piece #brook #chopper #tony tony chopper #nami #usopp #ep. 1085 #wano #wano arc #wano country saga #tiny screenshots #one piece screenshots #one piece screencaps #one piece anime #op anime spoilers

[dykealloy]

what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

#happy new year. it's been about a decade since dressrosa arc first aired #i thought i was well and truly done with that last edit but this struck me like a bolt of lightning #one last go at it to wrap up the year #also. to be fair to doflamingo: how the fuck do you predict or prepare for this shit #(small aside: dressrosa arc is so badly paced you would not believe how many eps i had to download to pull four minutes together) #one piece #op #CJ's op watch-through #CJ's edits #dressrosa #trafalgar law #donquixote doflamingo #amv #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #lawlu #roronoa zoro #zoro #donquixote rosinante #lulaw

[cactle]

POV: You’re watching the marineford live stream

#i just finished marineford #its genuinely so heart wrenching but I could NOT stop laughing because of this stupid clown #‘sheesh chat this war aint poggers but you know what is? CAPTAIN BUGGY’ #I COULD NOT #COMPLETELY PUT A WRENCH IN SENGOKUS PLANS ITS SO FUNNY #cactle_art #one piece #buggy the clown #one piece fanart #op #marineford arc #captain buggy #buggy one piece #op buggy #op fanart

[shigayokagayama]

mob psycho is the greatest show ever made because reigen being cancelled on twitter is one of the most important moments for his character as well as one of the most emotionally heavy episodes of the show but him being trapped in alone in a purgatory dimension slowly starving to death is treated as a gag and never mentioned again

#I KNOW ITS BECAUSE ITS AN OVA BUT ITS STILL FUNNY #like him being made into a meme and getting doxxed on 4chan drastically changes his behavior going forward #but nearly dying because he was lying to one of his employees about having things under control has no impact on him #he even lies AGAIN and says he'll be fine in the confession arc to the SAME PERSON #like the confession arc was probably written before the ova was even dreamed of but. parallels. #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka

[taikova]

here's some drawings from a "mt washington" -song inspired video project i never finished.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #vivre card #jinbe #jimbei #marineford arc #one piece fan art #sketches #i don't have to see you right now #is its working title #got too tired to work out the issues #but maybe one day ill come back to this! #grief #angst

[camptw1nk]

@spiriitum, lee: [fill]

arms sit above his head, using all the strength he can muster to keep them there after she’d told him to. the way she rides him has him whimpering and moaning, who knows how long it’s been going on. she liked to draw it out, to tease and edge him to drive him crazy. he gives the huge reactions to encourage it, so easily worked up and so quick to struggle desperately. there’s no doubting that his incoherent noises are a form of begging, the edging and desperation getting to him enough that the words don’t quite form. it takes him a moment to process her response, to realise he’d been given permission. he can’t hold it back anymore at that, noises getting louder as his orgasm hits him hard. hands move to her hips before he can stop himself, desperately holding her there to keep her in place, to keep her close. one hand leaves her hip only just long enough to find her hand, to pull it to his mouth and put her fingers in his mouth, a halfhearted attempt to muffle just how loud he is mixed with the desire to feel more of her, to taste her. hips buck upwards even as he starts to feel overstimulated, desperate to feel the pleasure for as long as he possibly can, even when it feels like its too much. he just doesn’t want to stop, desperately wants to fill her up as much as he possibly can.

#spiriitum #theyre so #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #arc one. #nsft cw

[inkiedraws]

"LOL this flip-flop wearing loser thinks he's gonna kick my ass and destroy my whole kingdom in the span of an afternoon. What an idiot"

I didn't intend for this to be a full comic, which is why it just kinda ends. Sowwy

#one piece #monkey d luffy #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #i've been too nice to dofy so im gonna draw him suffering #dofy feels insulted and takes out his annoyance on the ptsd victim #also really loving trebol being the manipulator and then being like “hey this kid is alright!” then becoming the manipulated himself #him turning into a weird enabling father figure without ever intending to is great #but oda intentionally made him so gross an unappealing bc HE KNOWS he can get away with it bc the story is so good #and i hate him for it #anyway dressrosa's a good arc

[sunnyvaler]

@athcme,    heather    :    “you can’t train, not in that state.”

             the healthy thing to do after an injury of that magnitude would be to walk with a cane, take pressure off his injured leg, rest for a while. a couple of weeks of recovery to avoid damaging his leg even more. but that’s not how things work in the horton household, not how things work in kurt’s mind. no cane, no rest, no painkillers. he’ll push himself through this as if he has no choice in the matter, truly believes that to be the truth. heather wouldn’t understand, he knew she wouldn’t. she cant get over the fact that he’s hurt, acts as though the gash on his leg is life altering. he’ll tell himself it’s nothing, that the blood loss didn’t really mess with him that much, that he feels fine, that nothing’s wrong. it’s all a lie, but what else is he supposed to say? he certainly can’t admit the truth. even if he does feel so much closer to heather after all she found out, he still feels that shame, still feels the deep push to keep quiet. « competition’s coming up. can’t miss it. » maybe his mother should’ve thought about that before taking a knife to his thigh, but instead all she cares about is him sorting himself out enough to compete. but it’s not just about competing, it’s about winning.

#athcme #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #arc one. #athcme 010.

[soaked-doors]

nothing happened

…nothing at all

#one piece #zolu #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #*visibly shaking* #subjecting my followers to torture everytime I finish a one piece arc #but don’t worry guys. nothing happened #I’ll wax poetic about this eventually but for now all I can do is draw zoros fruitless efforts at reassuring luffy he’s fine #one piece fanart #my art