#ashes fallout posts

[huntahr]

#fallout #fallout3 #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #Ash #OC #post apocalyptic

[hhalsprite]

estranged twins living two completely different lives

#ashes town #ashes.town #oc art #cervitaur #fallout equestria #fallout4 #alex post #sketchies #dash strider #twitch strider

[halcyon-drift]

Ashes to ashes.

#Fallout 76 #Fallout #F76 #Videogame Photography #Original #Mine #Ashes #Dystopian #Post Apocalyptic #Bleak #Wasteland #Ambiance #Storytelling #Moody #Solitude #Desolate #Halcyon #Nuclear #Green

[weskin-time]

Howdy Folks!

my requests are now open again! please request anything from the fandoms and characters in my pinned post!!

#tezi post #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw #red dead redemption #rdr x reader #rdr #fallout #fallout x reader #arcane #arcane x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #slasher x reader #ash williams

[analisaschubblog]

#games #apocalypse #ai #tv shows #ashes #post-apocalyptic #debris #rusted car #fallout #art #aiart #amazon prime #digitalart

[prismatic-bell]

I’ve seen some posts going around about how only dummies think nuclear power is dangerous, so I want to just put it out there, in the hope that maybe I’ll create a bit of understanding:

Provided storage space is adequate, I’m not afraid of nuclear power.

I’m afraid of THE COMPANIES THAT PRODUCE nuclear power.

Let me explain.

I know new nuclear power plants have more failsafes than there are stars in the sky. And that’s great…as long as they were designed correctly, the pieces were all manufactured correctly, and nobody lied.

I know nuclear power plants are subject to strenuous inspections. And that’s great…as long as the inspectors actually check everything regularly as scheduled and nobody lies.

I know nuclear storage barrels are safety-tested. And that’s great…as long as they’re manufactured correctly, buried where they’re supposed to be, and nobody lies.

Because here’s the thing. I’ve watched a pretty fair amount of videos on nuclear disasters both power plant-related and otherwise. And every single one, every single one, can be traced back to the same source: someone lied in order to save money.

Plant maintenance is neglected to save money.

Plant inspections are neglected to save money.

Plants that say “dear Company That Produces This Critical Part Of Our Infrastructure, this piece keeps failing even though we’re using it correctly, please advise” will get ignored or accused of lying/user error, so The Company That Produces Etc. can save money. One case I saw involved a piece of cancer-radiation machinery that was shooting people (seemingly) at random with lethal doses of radiation, and the production company went “we investigated ourselves and found nothing wrong, are you sure you’re not just stupid?” Turns out they’d never even included a user manual with a piece of lifesaving-but-also-potentially-lethal machinery…to save money. And there were many, MANY things wrong with the machine, actually, as was discovered when an outside agency did an investigation.

This is not a problem unique to nuclear power. But if a wind turbine is seated wrong, it can be dismantled and reseated elsewhere (expensive but not unfixable). If a coal plant catches fire (heaven forbid), the result is absolutely Really Not Good but the worst of it can be fixed in just a couple of years, and we understand the potential related health problems enough to treat them. If a hydro plant isn’t working right, it’s not going to fry the entire ocean.

But if a nuclear plant blows because—and again, I stress this is what has happened IN EVERY NUCLEAR DISASTER IN HISTORY—a company lied to save money, that’s 26,000 years the affected land may be uninhabitable. You can cover your face with a mask or shirt to get away from coal ash while you evacuate. There is absolutely nothing the average civilian can do to protect themselves from nuclear fallout while they evacuate. And unlike coal ash, just a few minutes of that initial radioactive exposure can be enough to kill you. There’s no going back, either—lungs can be flushed, but mutated or even shredded DNA can’t be fixed.

Let me be clear, I DO NOT want coal power forever. (To me, the future is solar.) I think it’s wasteful, environmentally toxic, inefficient, ecologically devastating and unsustainable. But I question if nuclear is the way forward not because of the dangers inherent in what’s in a nuclear reactor—I question if nuclear is the way forward because there are too many greedy people with too much to gain from pinching lifesaving pennies.

[datura-tea]

this is ABSOLUTELY not meant to disagree with you or anything I've just been a little confused lately (plus love to talk about stuff like this). when you say that the fallout show or modern fallout doesn't understand the themes, what do you mean? Is it that they don't execute them as well/as cleanly, or are there things wholly missing that you'd expect in fallout media? and then bc i love your fallout takes: What are the things you'd want/expect?

hmm. the thing is that the first two fallouts + fnv (and fallout 3 and 4 to an extent) are about a post-post-apocalypse. the world has ended, and now a new world has risen from the ashes. new civilizations, new societies, new life. for me, the core theme of fallout has always been that people will always survive, always rebuild, even after such a catastrophic world-ending event, because that's just our nature. it's only a question of whether people will be rebuilding in the image of the old world or making something entirely new; whether they'll let go and begin again or be stuck with their old world blues

i know the series tagline is "war never changes" which has been taken to mean that society is doomed to violence and war forever and ever and ever but i want to point out that it has been rebutted by ulysses in lonesome road ("if war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their symbols. even if it is nothing at all, know what you follow, courier...") so i had really hoped the show and newer additions to the series would have moved on somewhat. but bethesda are married to their "recently post-apocalypse, violence is rampant, everyone hates everyone else" setting, so we'll be getting random settlement bombings explained away by someone solemnly saying "war never changes..." until they run the IP ragged

#shh peri shhh #mail's here #anonymous #bethesda doesn't want any settlements to actually thrive. they just want a wasteland full of desperate people doing violence to survive #fallout show #fallout show spoilers

[probablyasocialecologist]

Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project knew from the start that this place was not all that isolated and was far from uninhabited. There were, in fact, dozens of families within 20 miles, largely poor families of ranchers and farmers, many Hispanic and Indigenous, who unwittingly went about their daily lives in the first fallout of the atomic age. Now, those who were infants and children downwind of the detonation of the “Gadget”—a code name for the plutonium bomb used in the Trinity test—are nearing the end of a decades-long battle to be recognized and compensated for generations of illness they trace to exposure from radioactive fallout.

[...]

The reactions of Manhattan Project observers at the Trinity site are well documented. “Words haven’t been invented to describe it,” physicist Val Fitch said of the enormous fireball. General Thomas Farrell said the awesome roar “warned of doomsday and made us feel that we puny things were blasphemous.” “A few people laughed, a few people cried,” Oppenheimer recalled years later. “I remembered a line from the Hindu scripture . . . Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” Physicist Kenneth Bainbridge said, “Now we are all sons of bitches.” Less documented are the reactions of the many New Mexicans who lived near Trinity. They had no warning, no context for the star-level explosion that shook their homes and startled them awake that morning. Worse, in the weeks after the test, they were never advised that their land, crops, livestock, and water may have been irradiated. A 2010 report to the CDC used archives at Los Alamos National Laboratory to re-examine the extent to which New Mexicans were unknowingly exposed to radioactive contamination from Trinity. Its findings revealed a shambolic and sometimes cynical effort to track the Gadget’s fallout that windy morning using “crude” and “ineffective” measures. Spotlights were deployed to try to follow the 230 tons of sand and ash falling from the mushroom cloud as it dispersed over southern New Mexico. Film badges designed to detect and measure radiation had been sent to nearby post offices before the test, but because of the Manhattan Project’s secret nature, there was little explanation on how the badges were meant to be used or why, and so they were deployed incorrectly or not at all. Some soldiers assigned to chase and monitor the radioactive cloud couldn’t relay their findings to headquarters in Albuquerque because they were not equipped with long-distance radios; other monitors attempted to gather fallout samples with domestic Filter Queen brand vacuum cleaners. (These samples were later lost or destroyed.) At least one monitor left the area after his superior declared tracking fallout a “waste of time,” while another soldier misplaced his respirator and took the official but scientifically misguided precaution of breathing through a slice of bread.

#Oppenheimer #Manhattan Project #nuclear weapons #trinity test #radiation

[incorrect-mtg]

A two-part story I posted via Twitter Threads

She did not expect her next meeting with a member of the Gatewatch to be by randomly seeing them in her streets.

"Jace!" she called out "Long time no see! What brings you to Zendikar?"

His answering grimace was unexpected.

"General Tazri" he said "I…bring news about Gideon."

The following conversation left her tired and emotionally drained.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the image Jace had magically shared with her, of the statue they had built in his honor.

"I'll talk to some people" she said "they'll be happy to build a matching one here."

"You know he'd probably hate that, right?" Jace said with a humorless chuckle "not that it stopped us from doing it."

"If he didn't want us to built statues in his honor" Tazri replied, shrugging "then he should have thought first before becoming Zendikar's hero."

----

Over the following years, Jace became a regular — although infrequent — presence at Sea Gate. He'd come by, theyd sit down for a drink and update each other on the going-ons of Zendikar specifically and the multiverse as a whole.

And then, shortly before the invasion, it stops. She figures that the Gatewatch is far too busy dealing with the fallout of a whole new brand of horror from beyond the stars for a friendly visit. Her schedule is certainly full.

And then one day she hears Chandra Nalaar shouting her name and she knows she lost another friend.

The pyromancer looks, on one hand, exactly like the bright young woman that burned two Eldrazi titans to ashes. On the other, she looks older beyond her years, a tiredness in her eyes that wasn't there last time they saw each other. It's a look she sees all too often on Zendikar.

She takes Chandra to the same place she'd go to with Jace and they exchange tales. The pyromancer might not have Jace's telepathy, but she is an eager storyteller all her own and soon she is updated on the entire mess that was the Phyrexian Invasion everywhere else.

As their conversation winds down, she declares "Well, guess we will need to build another statue. Next to Gideon's."

"You know he'd probably hate that, right?" Chandra says, unwittingly echoing Jace's past words.

"I'd assume so" she replies "But here's the thing, Chandra – all of you are heroes of Zendikar. I'm sure there are already multiple statues of each of you all over the plane." she takes a sip of her drink and continues "and by the gods I would build a whole plaza in your honor. So if you don't want a statue yourself, stay alive. Got it?"

A moment of silence.

"Also drop by every now and then. I don't want to associate the sight of you with death." she finishes, taking another sip.

Chandra laughs before replying "Sure. When we find a path here, I'll convince Nissa we should get a house close by, how about that?"

#magic the gathering #chandra nalaar #jace beleren #tazri #short fanfic

[ant1quarian]

UPDATED DUSTVERSE NAMES LIST

( With Creators/People who added the Dust to the OG post )

OG Dust

Belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Ash

BS!Dust. Belongs to @/absurdumsid.

Ruins

CV Dust. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Remnant

Also known as Quellow. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Flumen (And Dyst)

A Swap Sans who wears the clothes of a fallen "friend", Dyst.

Created by @/rushin-safire

Dusty Crumb

Belongs to @/kredena-dark

Has been corrected ✨

Discard

Also known as Voidface Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Reject

Tall Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Cinder

Femme Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Debris

Idol Dust, designed by @/safwunnz, created by @/zucchiyeni

Wilt

Bald Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Sprinkle

Friendly Dust, @/dustsansm1 Dust, essentially, designed by @/absurdumsid

Non-romanceable. A content creator here on Tumblr.

Spread

BIB Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Scraps

Saejun!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Husks

Cap-wearing Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Mote

Detective Dust, belongs (I believe) to @/switchthedragon

Fos (Fossilz)

Fos/Fossilz Dust belongs to @/safwunnz

Pendulum

Time traveller Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

has been corrected ✨

Detritus

Biblically Accurate Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Olyu

Olyu, Error!Dust, belongs to @/glitchedcodez

Fracture

Ivan!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Serial

Killer-Dust fusion, belongs to @/swiftmisu

Dander

Bitty bat Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Erosion

Eldritch Dust, belongs to (/submitted by) @/wr-n

Smog

Smiles, submitted by @/elizakai

Pollen

Bitty Dust, submitted by @/createbellatheartist

Miasma

Brother Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Haze

Drugdealer Dust that's constantly high and Built Different™, submitted by @/elizakai

Atrophy

Mr Feral McStabby, submitted by @/elizakai

Talc

Limbus Company Dust, belongs to @/tuxibirdie

Webs

Mttbs Dust, belongs to @/justanidiotartist

Malaise

Nun Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Decay

Avian Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Fallout

Witherborn Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Soot

Mafiadust Sans, belongs to Me (@/antiquarian)

Molt

Flighteningtale Dust, belongs to @/dragon-tamer-1

Misery

Transfem Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Mites

Middleschool (Cat?) Dust, belongs to @/inkcat1987

Residue

Magical Girl Duster, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Grit

BT!Dust (Goblin Dust), belongs to @/shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck

Fuzz

Cat Dust, belongs to @/squidiott

Corrosion

Underworld Society!Dust, submitted by @/absurdumsid, belongs to @/machicoasa625 on Twitter

Malicious (Mal)

Mind's Multiverse!Dust, belongs to @/solusminds

Specks

Glasses Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Heather

Heathers!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Plague

Pestilence!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Murmur

Ghost!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Crow

EtherealDreamtale!Dust, belongs to @/fictionalshippingbean

Stain

Dust!Ink, submitted by me, belongs to Ssgt. Frost or Undriel

Burgundy

Dust!Fell, who was submitted by me, @/ant1quarian

Wraith

Festivalverse!Dust, belongs to @/meimeikyu

Rust

Fiend or Foe Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

has been corrected ✨

Closure

GOD!Dust (essentially), belongs to @/liliallowed

Melancholy

Dust-Isabella (from Encanto), belongs to @/jadethetsu

Clutter

Dust!Swap Sans, belongs to me, technically @/ant1quarian

Stardust

Dust!Nebula, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Warden

Bodyguard!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

Sleuth

Spy!Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

Snore

Snorlax Dust, belongs to @rushin-safire /silly

Loch

Pirate!Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Crimson and Ashley

Gender!Swap Dragon-esque AU, belongs to @/liliallowed

Treble

Colour!Dust, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Speckle

Little!Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Reform

Ref!Dust, belongs to @/sans-wannabe-wife

Popsicle

Popsicle Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

Harvest

Dust!Reaper Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian, inspired and sorta designed by @/pika-pika-blog

Reign

Dust!Controltale Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian

If I have missed any Dusts, simply comment on this post or mention me elsewhere or send me an ask, and your Dust will be added :]

( Also all tags are on this post )

Credit to every single creator and submitter that added to the Dustverse!

I think that's all I've got so far!

Anyone else who wants to add Dust's can send me an ask or interact with me in DM's, because it'll be open until the story eventually finishes! (will be literal years away-)

If I've got any credits incorrect, please do tell me so that I can fix it!

#Credit to all those creators and submitters #Dustverse #Dustverse Credit #Dustverse thoughts #Dustverse Fanfiction #Dustverse Answers #Dustverse Shenanigans #Dustverse Things #Dust Sans #OG Dust #( Or any variation of “___ Dust” ) #Misery Loves Company #Undertale fandom #Undertale fanfic #undertale fandom #Undertale fanfiction #Arian's Ideas

[hhalsprite]

little lad who falls in love so hard and then dies

#oc art #ashes.town #fallout oc #dash strider #ashes town #alex post #sketchies #dash

[deztryx]

MCSM FALLOUT AU🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 (aka Tragedy au)

Recently got back into Fallout and been playing a bunch of Ashes town ^_^ I HAD to make another au

This design is still a work in progress but HERES JESSE

I don't really have much lore yet for this au cause I just made it few days ago, but I do have some concepts that I'm still debating on using or etc

Like for example

Some experiment ellegard was working on to make the world a better place idk some shit like that, failed and created a atomic bomb ORRR

Boom town cause bombs

Or admin romeo causes a nuclear war or sumthin and idk

ANYWAYS

The radiation from the bomb effected many mobs in the area causing them to either become hostile (like sheep's or cats, etc) or more hostile (enderman, creepers, etc) The entire old order is dead (that's what the world thinks 👀) and the gang (jesse, olivia axel, lukas, petra) head to some vault or bunker and yeah, I HAVE MORE BUT TUMBLR HATES WHEN I POST LONG STUFF SO YEAH

I could explain in parts soon or later idk when I have time

#i like to think reuben got effected by the radiation and jesse had no choice but to yk #put him down so he doesnt suffer #ANGST 👍🏼 #jesse does have a prosthetic but he only uses it when fighting mutants or etc #hes still trying to get used to it basically #NOW TAGS WOOOO #mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm fanart #mcsm au #minecraft story mode #mcsm Tragedy au #Fallout #silly doodles #my art #my aus #☆ #mcsm fallout au

[luvrsux]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

❝ 𝒊’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 7.3k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, portgas d ace, monkey d luffy, shachi, penguin, nami, sanji, sabo, zoro, other strawhats mentioned

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ after law ignoring you on and on because of his own fears, enough was enough and he finally pulls you aside. after arguing in his car he’s made it official and ends the long loving relationship you two shared…❜

The days following after the break up were quiet. Ever since you plopped your miserable body on your cushioned bed, the world has never felt so silent to you in your years of breathing. It felt agonizing knowing everything you cherished with Trafalgar Law was now nought but ash, gone to be forgotten. You dreaded attending school, but your perfect attendance was the very reason you stayed home. You hadn’t gone to school roughly about a week after the whole fallout before Thanksgiving break, but Law seemed to be doing just fine.

On social media, for some odd reason, you two kept each other added. His posts were no different than before, excluding the appreciation posts he’d make of you and your dates. Your heart would break more and more every second you witnessed that what he did didn’t phase him—or so you thought.

While you were under the assumption that Law couldn’t care any less about your relationship with him, Penguin and Shachi could say otherwise. After hearing what he did, they never evacuated his home aside from going to school. What he’d post online was a facade to hide his true feelings, not wanting to be so vulnerable about it.

The two boys would often force Law to do the bare minimum, like eat or maintain his health. If he wasn’t drowning in work for his medical career, he was wallowing in defeat about none other than you. The two even went as far as to get a big, fluffy, chipper, white dog named Bepo to keep him company, and surprisingly Law enjoyed the fur ball.

“Law, c’mon, we’re going out to eat” Shachi shouted from the other side of his door. Law was hugging a pillow, wishing it was your body instead, while he swiped mindlessly on his phone like a walking dead zombie. He sucked in his teeth upon hearing Shachi.

“What happened to take out?” Law replied, not moving an inch besides making room for Bepo to snuggle by his legs.

“Law, we’ve been ordering take out for you for weeks now. It’s time to actually go out” Penguin explained. Law could only just roll his eyes and acted as if they weren’t there. He heard Bepo whine.

“Don’t tell me you agree with them, Bepo” Law murmured, turning his head to face the pouting dog. He just licked his nose in response followed by another whine.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane” Law couldn’t help but carve a smile while his hand caressed the fuzzy top of his head. Bepo closed his eyes and practically smiled when feeling Law’s hand. “Are you getting dressed?” Shachi shouted, sounding more irritated than ever. Law grumbled and felt himself wanting to punch them both into the ground.

“Shut up already! Give me a second, would ya?” Law spat before illuminating his dark pitched room into a more lighter one.

Law hadn’t worn anything besides a few hoodies and jeans since the break up. All his more fancier and better clothing were tucked away collecting dust. As Law was ready to pick up yet the same dingy, graphic hoodie he wore the other day, he heard a bark from Bepo. Law flinched.

“No hoodie today?” Law crouched to his level to hear him pant. He stared into his beady, adorable eyes before falling into defeat. “Fine, I’ll wear something more presentable…” Law groaned, pulling out a fresh black button up and lighter jeans to pair.

Shachi and Penguin felt like they stumbled across a new animal species when Law walked out of his room in proper attire. Law scratched his head and palmed his eyes, considering this was the first time he left his room all day.

“What?” Law said cluelessly as soon as he made eye contact with the baffled duo. Penguin just snapped from his gaze and Shachi cleared his throat.

“Nothing, you ready?” Shachi begins. Law closes the door of his room that poured out a trotting Bepo.

“Clearly. Let’s just get this over with” Law sighed.

・❥・

The trio got seated at a table right beside a window. The restaurant took place right in the middle of town, so their view displayed a crystal clear view of the city. Law just rested his chin on his palm and admired the landscape, getting slightly vague flashbacks to your cafe date.

“And you sir?” The waitress said with a welcoming smile. She had a notepad out with a ballpoint pen that stayed still until he’d say what he wanted. She must’ve been there catering to the two before tracing her attention to Law.

“Uh, just a water for now” Law said plainly. He watched her scribble down his choice and wave the table goodbye.

Law never ripped his gaze from the window, it being the only thing that mattered. Engaging in a conversation with the duo unwillingly he went out with would only give him a migraine. Realizing how long he would be out and about for, he really wished he hadn’t ditched his earbuds back home.

For a quick moment and a quick glance, a figure strut by the window and halted in the middle of it. Laws eyes widened when he saw a clear view of the shade of your hair color in front of him. It seemed as if the head whipped left and right, seeming to be lost in the rather populated city. All he could see was the uncanny resemblance of your hair color before actually getting a view of the face, which wasn’t what he hoped. It wasn’t you. A doppelgänger more than anything. Law was ready to run out the restaurant to grab the person who he’d thought to be you into his arms, but once he realized it was a complete stranger, he settled down in his seat. He felt his heart shatter when he watched the clone disappear past the mirror.

“Oi, Law,” Penguin hit his shoulder and presented a glaring screen in front of him. Shachi was laughing like an idiot in front, presuming that they had a conversation about whatever Penguin was showing him while Law was drowning in his own delusions.

“This video is hilarious, look” Law watched with a straight face. It was your ordinary, typical humor on social media. To satisfy the duo, Law carved a smirk and a light exhale in laughter.

“Pretty funny” He said before unlocking his own phone to pass the time, which was oddly long for just an order of drinks.

He panned through the stories of his mutuals. All were incredibly uneventful and boring to him but it cleared his feed. That is, until he stumbled on yours. Law would always swipe his finger away from viewing your daily posts to avoid the waterworks, but this time he didn’t when he saw you post yourself with the guy that practically caused your relationship to fumble; Portgas D. Ace.

It seemed like you spent the day with the cowboy as well as a few others. You posted pictures of you and Nami, Zoro, Sabo, Ace, and Luffy being a… strange one throughout the course of your day. Law wondered why you’d be out and about this much but that smile—that pearly, beaming smile. In each one of your posts, you had a smile. Law didn’t even consider it being a fraudulent one, seeing it in general made his heart stop. How he missed that simple carve of your lips. He missed it when he’d be the reason you’d smile brightly and laugh until your stomach gave out. Now, you were doing that same laughter with a different group of people, probably not even thinking about him—so he thought.

In reality, the group dragged you outdoors because you were drowning in your thoughts from Law, similarly to Shachi and Penguins mindset. You decided to post everything, which was rather unusual, to show Law “what he’d been missing” but you’ve been faking it the whole time. Sure, the friends around you would made you genuinely laugh and genuinely smile, but you didn’t stop wishing how Law would be there and how he’d make this experience better. You wished he had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while you walked through town and the mall you visited. You wished you could give him that chaste kiss on his lips whenever you had to separate from his arms for whatever reason. You were just glad that you got the chance to leave the house without tears pricking your eyes.

Now, you sat at a plaza waiting for your friends to come back from shopping. You had bags of multiple colors sitting beside you, indicating that you had been making purchases of your own. You were glued onto your phone since the moment you left the house, only Ace and Nami being the ones to call you out. Since you were alone, taking a breather from the rowdiness of the group for a brief moment, you couldn’t part your eyes from Law’s profile. He still looked so happy. Now he was at some mysterious restaurant that you couldn’t make out. You began to overthink if he went alone or with a group of people—or a girl.

“He’s not your boyfriend anymore, (F/N)…” You mumbled to yourself, trying to immediately shut up the tidal wave of overthinking thoughts from occurring. You then realized these weeks of being apart have been grueling and exhausting. You longed for his touch, and each item of clothing you bought you knew he’d like seeing them on you.

“(F/N)! I found this shirt that I think you’ll totally like!” Nami waved, the green haired gym head behind her as if he didn’t want to be there. You smiled, placing your phone face down before getting up.

“Really? Nami, you shouldn’t-“ You began, more shocked that Nami would be the one to buy you something as stingy as she is.

“Ah, ah! I figured I’d treat you to something after everything that’s been going on! C’mon, I know you’re still thinking about him. Merry Christmas” She cuts off, placing the newly purchased bag on the table in front. You glare at Nami then flicker your eyes to a clueless Zoro, not wanting him to know much of your business.

“Trust me, he’s not paying attention” Nami reassured. As soon as those words left her mouth, Zoro flinched and peered his head over to the tangerine.

“Hm? Said somethin’?” Zoro raised an eyebrow. You didn’t think his attention span was as bad as his sense of direction but here you were.

“Anyways, thank you Nami. You’re the sweetest” You say, grouping the new bag with the rest of your own.

“Always~” She sang, followed by a wink.

You realized the brothers weren’t accompanied with the two “Strawhats”. You flipped your head around to search for at least a bright orange cowboy hat or a yellow straw hat but nothing.

“What happened to the brothers?” You finally ask after taking a few moments to look around first. Nami just exhaled and deflated.

“They took off to some food truck festival. Probably stuffing their faces as we speak” Zoro intervened. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, Luffy and Ace especially had stomachs of lions.

“We better catch them soon. I’m getting exhausted” You sigh. Nami seemed like she agreed. You all have been roaming around the city for hours now on this sunny, yet quite cold, Saturday.

“I’ve done nothing but Christmas shopping” Nami exhaled. Zoro grumbled at her, his face stating that her statement wasn’t true. She had only bought one or two things for other people, one of which was yours.

“I forgot Christmas was around the corner. Felt like Thanksgiving was just yesterday” You peered at your calendar to retrace your memory. The break up between you and Law really made you lose track of time. Sitting at the Thanksgiving dinner without an appetite was awkward, as well as the “Did you get a boyfriend yet?” question floating amongst the dinner table. You hated every second of it.

You thought about Christmas and how you’d celebrate it with Law if you two were still together. You fantasized sitting on the warm couch, fluffy blanket wrapped around each other while sipping a hot cup of cocoa. It was nothing but a fantasy, though.

“Yeah well my early Christmas gift would be getting some booze and the hell back home. Let’s hurry up and find the three idiots” Zoro rushed before turning his body to lead the two of you. Of course, it wasn’t long until he was pacing in the entirely wrong direction and Nami had to take role as leader.

When the group arrived to the trio brothers, it was no surprise that they were all stuffing their faces of multiple types of food. While Ace was shoving a corn dog down his throat, Sabo dangled a taco above Luffy’s head teasingly.

“C’mon, just grab it!” He chuckled. Every time Luffy jumped up to reach for it, it only increased its distance.

“Sabooooo I’m starving! Give it!” He whined, swinging his hands desperately so he can mercilessly shove the food into his mouth.

“Luffy I’m pretty sure you’ve eaten these food trucks dry already” Nami sighed as she approached them closer.

Ace pulled the wooded stick of his corn dog out of his mouth and happily waved at you. He had mustard and ketchup smeared on his cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle at his messy eating habits.

“Ace, ever heard of a napkin?” You say, looking up at him. You’d always count the freckles on his face every time.

“Could you get me one?” He said, muffled by his stuffed cheeks. He then immediately punches his chest, sensing that he hadn’t had anything to wash down his meal.

“Jeez, don’t choke!” You scolded before snatching a water bottle from Zoro. Of course he’d have a water bottle everywhere he went due to the fact the gym is his second home.

You shoved the bottle into his hands only for him to drink every last drop. He exhaled with a smile after he washed down his meal and licked his lips.

“You’re welcome…” Zoro mumbled, snatching his metal bottle from the jock.

“That was good! You should try it!” Ace ruffled your hair with a hand, preparing to pay for yet another corn dog but you quickly shake your head.

“Not really in the mood for that” You giggle. Ace just shrugged. A blonde Sabo handed you a rice ball after he had been chewing on his own.

“Rice ball then?” Sabo asked. You took it and inched it to you to take a hearty bite before you realized this was yet another memory of Law.

You remembered that he loved rice balls, and you’d prepare them every now and then for him. You knew he’d skip meals by studying too hard or writing music, so you doing those gestures for him made him fall in love with you even harder each time. You struggled to even look at it without tears jerking your eyes.

“Uh, not that hungry actually” You say, handing the rice ball to Sabo before it disappeared from your hand almost instantly. You looked at Luffy who was absolutely demolishing the food like he’d been starving for years.

“Alright, now I’m stuffed!” Luffy smiled before belching so loudly it’d might as well cause an earthquake. You giggle.

“You could have at least a little bit of manners” Zoro slapped the back of Luffy’s head, causing the scruffy boy to whine in pain.

“Alright, well I’m stuffed and exhausted” Ace sighed, placing his hands on his hips. He looked down at you.

“Want me to take you home?” Ace offered. You had left your car at home since you were carpooling with Zoro, Nami and Luffy and… First and last time you ever do that.

“Yeah, sure” You sigh. Your social battery depleted, and also you’ve had enough of rekindling memories of Law for one day.

・❥・

“Law, you’ve barely taken a bite out of your food, man”

Shachi and Penguin’s plates were already almost cleaned out while Law barely nibbled at his plate. He had the energy to go out, but not the appetite. While the two were conversing all throughout dinner, Law couldn’t get his eyes away from neither the window or his phone.

“Never said I was hungry when I agreed to go out” Law hissed, continuing to swipe away at his device.

“Dude, then why’d you agree to go with us anyway?” Shachi asked, sneaking a bite for himself at his plate.

“Because I knew that if I didn’t agree, you’d bother me until I said yes” Law gave Shachi a piercing side eye that would might as well turn him to stone.

“Everyone enjoying everything?” The chipper waitress popped in out of the blue, startling Law just a little. The two smiled in agreement while Law stayed silent.

“And you?” She smiled. Law nodded slowly, making slight eye contact with her.

“Oh, I love your tattoos” She bashfully complemented. After she tucked a shy strand of hair behind her ear, she extended her hand. “Can I see?” She asked.

Law quickly glanced to the side before back at her, somewhat baffled by her rather comfortable nature. Shachi and Penguin were on the verge of snickering.

“Sure” He shrugged, lazily showcasing his hands and arms to present his inked marks on his body. The duo could’ve sworn they saw blush on the waitresses cheeks.

“I have more but… That’d be public indecency” Law chuckled. The waitress giggled at his comment, rather excessively.

“Maybe you can show me some other time” She winked. Law watched her flirtatious attempts and blinks, sort of taken back.

“I’ll be back with the bill,” She says, trotting away. Her movement made it seem like she had been embarrassed at her pickup line. Penguin and Shachi sprout in laughter, but not loud enough for the lovesick waitress to hear.

“Dude, she wants you terribly” Shachi nudges Law beside him. Law was about to pop a blood vessel.

He wasn’t flattered or “wooed” by the waitress. Not when you still existed. Even though you two were apart, his heart was still attached to yours. He couldn’t bear the thought of it being attached to someone else, he’d grow sick to his stomach.

“She’s not (F/N)” Law mumbled under his breath before captivating himself into his phone once again.

“Did you say she’s hot?” Penguin assumed, having zero evidence to support his sudden claim.

“I really hope you choked on your meal, Penguin-“

“And the bill for you all!”

The waitress slid the receipt across the table with a happy smile, keeping most of her attention on the raven-haired boy. Law could feel her eyes on his side but refused to give in.

“My treat,” Penguin said, tossing his card on the tray where the printed receipt lay.

“Yeah, thank god because I used my money on-“

“Yeah, we know”

Law interrupted to avoid Shachi exploiting the “grass” he dropped his money on to prevent odd stares and embarrassment.

“Would you like a box to go…?” The waitress asked, fondling with her fingers while her cheeks tinted pink.

“Uhm, yeah, thanks” Law shrugged.

His steel eyes glanced at the growing smirks Shachi and Penguin were making with their lips, trying not to laugh at the “tension”.

“I’ll be right back then!”

The girl skips away, giggling under her breath when he disappears further into the restaurant. Law exhaled, seeing how painfully obvious it was that the girl had a crush on him. Law felt like he was about to burst when he heard snickers from the duo and a nudge from the one beside him.

“C’mon’! Ask her out!” Shachi encouraged, not reading the room whatsoever and being rather oblivious.

“Shachi,” Law grumbled. He slammed his phone face down on the wooden table before rubbing his temple. “Are we forgetting the fact I just broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago?”

The two went silent and cringed, suddenly remembering that you existed. They enjoyed you, yes, but the break up was long enough ago to forget it ever happened according to the two. Law watched them share awkward glances at each other and scoffed.

“Did you guys just assume I wanted to be alone just because?” Law asked. Their awkward expressions quickly shifted into ‘Are you serious?’ ones.

“Look, the girls pretty and whatnot but I still…” Law paused for a moment, not wanting to feel transparent at the moment—especially to these two of all people.

“She ain’t my type, sorry” Law wasn’t lying per se, but it wasn’t an actual excuse. She seemed well, but she still didn’t have your name, face, smile, or flustered laugh. When Law heard the waitress's sprout of giggles, he reminded himself it was nothing like yours, which was music to his ears.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say” Penguin sighed.

Speaking of the devil, Laws admirer placed a white to-go box on the table near Law. He gave her a polite smile and pulled it closer to him.

“I hope you enjoy it. Have a nice day” She waved. She gave one last bashful look at Law before disappearing. The two prepared to leave their seats before noticing Law looked rather puzzled at the lid of the box he was supposed to contain his uneaten food.

His eyebrows were furrowed and confused like he’d been trying to encrypt a hidden message on the box of some sort. Penguin and Shachi shared eye contact.

“Does the damn thing have a lock on it or what?” Shachi says, causing Law to give him a glance. The raven boy sighed in disbelief and turned the open box towards him.

“You tell me”

Underneath the lid was an arrangement of numbers and writing, followed by a heart at the bottom. The two inched closer and grazed their eyes to read the words only to laugh like it’d been the funniest thing ever.

‘ur cute!! show me those tattoos > XXX-XXX-XXXX’

“Dude! I told you she wants you!” Penguin smiled. Law just huffed and shoved his food into the box, not wanting to waste money or food. He quickly shut it tight before tucking it into a plastic bag. Penguin and Shachi’s bodies were shoved away by Law’s body when he made his way out of the restaurant.

Something about her made him realize he royally fucked up with you.

・❥・

Arriving back home just before sunset was something you hadn’t prepared for. Now that you were separated from the very thing that helped you forget about the breakup, somewhat, it all came flooding back. You skipped dinner and only spoke a few words to your mother before casting away into your room to be alone in your own thoughts.

As nightfall crept, you realized skipping lunch with your friends as well as dinner was a mistake. Your stomach roared for food to come but you sucked it up. All you did was sulk in your bed and watch movies, scroll aimlessly on social media, or attempt to sleep. It was already past midnight and, lo and behold, you had school in the next few hours.

“Can I just knock out” You spread your body like a starfish and groaned. You just wanted someone to hit you with a metal pot to knock your body unconscious for the next six or so hours.

Your stretched foot kicked over a bag onto the ground and you flinched at the noise. You sighed before ripping your limp body off the bed to pick up whatever was dropped. It was Nami’s gift.

“(F/N)! I found this shirt that I think you’ll totally like!”

‘I haven’t even seen it yet let alone try it on…’

Was it because you were bored and suffering from insomnia? You didn’t know, but you immediately decided to play dress up for a quick second to see whatever Nami bought you so generously. You pulled out a black-washed shirt and unveiled it to reveal a rock band.

But it wasn’t just any rock band. It was one of Law’s favorites, and you only recognized it from a core memory you shared with him.

Law played an original song just to practice while you lay beside him on his noir bed, watching him with stars in your eyes. You’d occasionally give him feedback on his music to better help him and he appreciated it. His relaxed smile never left his face for a moment, not while you were beside him. You hummed until Law had a hiccup in the middle of him playing.

“Ah, shit” Law shook his hand vigorously while he winced. “Cramp”

You giggled at his reaction and partially sat up. Law rubbed his palm with his remaining hand and gave you a side-eye.

“You’re laughing at my pain now?” He chuckled, inching closer to your face teasingly.

“I don’t think your little idols get cramps in their hands” You joked, pointing to a band tour poster behind him. Law whipped his head to see what you were referencing and gave you a sassy expression.

“Okay well, I’m not a professional yet” Law took off his iconic guitar to stretch out his limbs. His posture was treacherous.

“Is that your favorite band or something?” You asked, laying your back down on his bed. You caught a good whiff of his pine cologne.

“Absolutely, duh!” Law paced his body away from his side of the bed over to yours. “I went to like three of their tour shows, they’re amazing” Law smiled, beaming about his interest. The boy had a habit of rambling and unknowingly going on and on about his hyper-fixations and interests—like superheroes or bands.

“I’m starving, want me to order takeout?” Law said, towering his body over yours. You smiled brightly.

“You read my mind, you witch”“Or maybe your obnoxious stomach kept throwing me off while I was playing” He grinned, inching his face closer to yours.

“Or maybe you just love me”“Maybe”

You felt his lips press against yours and you smiled, immediately melting into it like it was muscle memory. You cupped his face and felt his fuzzy sideburns and raven hair. You felt him place a hand on the side of your cheek to cup your-

Your memories were suddenly snapped when you realized you had been staring in front of the mirror, tears coming down your face. You didn’t know if it was because you hadn’t blinked all throughout or if it was genuinely because you were heartbroken. The things you’d give or do to relive those memories again were immeasurable.

For some reason, though, you found yourself tugging the band shirt on. It was quite oversized, and you thought it would fit Law like a glove if he were here. You stared at your figure and thought of ways to tell Nami that you got rid of the shirt politely.

‘Sorry, my mom totally bleached it in the wash!’ ‘It got covered in oil stains’ ‘I had to save a baby in a burning car!’

“At least it’s comfortable,” You say, trying to feel better about the situation as much as you can.

Your body almost jumped miles into the air when you heard a knock on your window that wasn’t the normal sound of droplets of rain hitting your window. You stared at your closed curtains for a moment, ready to grab the nearest item close to you to defend yourself. You slowly approached the window. Another knock, this time though, it was more rough and impatient-like.

“(F/N)-ya, it’s pouring! Open the window!”

Your heart was going miles an hour when you heard your name with ‘ya’ at the end. Your body froze up, not knowing what to do or say besides unlocking the window and letting in your ex-lover. Nothing stopped you from doing just that.

When you laid your lovesick eyes on him, it was like you two could make out right then and now and you’d forget everything Law has ever done. He was soaking, his button-up stuck to his toned body and his raven hair dripping droplets of water onto your floor. He was heavily breathing, which was no surprise since he had to climb up to your window.

You stared up at him in silence, and he did too. This was all impulsive after all. Law found himself staring at the contact information given by the waitress and it made him want to see you again. It made him want to redeem himself.

Law ran his figures through his locks before staring down from your clueless face to your new shirt. He tilted his head.

“Is that… Mine?” He asked, inching closer. You could faintly smell the cologne you’ve always loved.

“No, um… Nami bought it for me today…” You blushed, turning your body away from Law to sit on the opposite end of your bed. Law refused to sit down beside you for the sole purpose that he was soaking wet.

“Listen, I…” Law began but found himself completely blank of words to say. He felt like procrastinating even more when he saw your fluffy towel hung up on a wall.

“Can I…?” He pointed at it. You just shrugged and watched him yank it off to dry his hair as well as the upper half of his body.

“Law, what are you doing here?” You finally say, crossing your arms. His sudden presence was giving you whiplash.

“I…” He said, his back making eye contact with you instead of his actual face. You raised an eyebrow.

“I regret it”

Those words weren’t something you were expecting. You didn’t even expect Law to so much miss you after the fallout. Your tensed guard began to fall.

“I realized that I fucked up by letting you go so easily. I was just… Really insecure, or scared” Law slowly turned his body toward you after burying his head into your towel.

“I hate being open about these things, but I genuinely didn’t want… to love someone as much as I loved him” Law’s voice cracked.

That subtle noise was the very thing that caused you to rise from your bed to wrap your arms around his torso. You didn’t care if it was damp or cold, your heart was warm enough to have him feel it. Law froze and held his hands above your body.

“Law, it’s okay…” You murmur. You pull away to stare up into his eyes to demonstrate that every word you’re gonna say is true.

“I should be sorry. I should’ve been more mindful, it’s my fault-“ “(F/N). Don’t”

Law's low voice immediately halted you. The way it grumbled demonstrated how serious he was about this. He cupped a hand on the side of your cheek.

“Don’t do that. Don’t sit here and take all the blame because I hurt you” Law’s eyes were piercing through your soul from how serious he was. “You said so yourself, we were supposed to grow together”

“Law, but-“ You tried to find remind him how you felt like you were still the villain but you were met with only lips against yours.

“I’m sorry. What I did was irrational” Law parted his lips to stare into your eyes again. He didn’t know what he loved more, looking at your face or kissing it.

“What I did was inconsiderate” You carved a half smile. “But I forgive you, I’m sorry”

“I forgive you”

You stood there, staring at him holding you but it wasn’t awkward. You felt the happiest you’ve ever been since the day you started breathing. Law was damp, but he still had you close to his chest. His hands caressed your head lovingly before he trailed them to your cheeks to look at you.

“I’d like… for you to be mine again”

Law’s cheeks were filled with blush and he avoided eye contact. He seemed embarrassed that he was asking you out more straightforward than the first time. The sight was too cute for you not to laugh.

“Of course, Law” You whisper, looking up at him with glowing eyes and watching his expression shift from a shy one to a relieved expression.

He cupped your face and you never thought someone could be so hasty to kiss you but here you were. It was like the previous kiss that shut you up wasn’t enough, and he needed more. It wasn’t sexual or filled with lust, it was filled with love and desire. You two longed for this for weeks on end and now that it was finally here, you had to savor it. That love that was once lost with nowhere to go was now rekindled with itself again.

Everyone was rather happy about the news. You and Law tried to keep it on the low so you have the space to reconnect after weeks of isolation but Nami was hot on your tail. Before you knew it, everyone knew about the reunited love and you got nothing but support. Ace formally apologized to Law himself, which was rather surprising, and they ended up being on good terms. You went back to visiting Law’s band practices and he’d find more songs to write about whenever you were around. You wondered if they were about you.

・❥・

Christmas break graced everyone attending Grand Ocean, you included. Christmas was only a few hours away and you decided to hold a get-together with all your friends for Christmas Eve. This time, no alcohol, if we’re excluding Zoro and his personal sake.

There sat the Strawhat group and the ASL brothers in the warm living room, chatting on cups of cocoa and eggnog. Everyone wore ugly Christmas sweaters, Luffy’s being a homemade one with big obnoxious lights strung around it. Yours wasn’t the ugliest, i’d barely pass as an ugly Christmas sweater matter of fact.

"Anyone hungry?" Sanji asks, flipping a kitchen knife in his hand. After hearing cheers, you perk your head up and shake your head.

“Oh, Sanji you don’t have to, I was gonna order pizza” You frantically say, not wanting Sanji to break a sweat by cooking in your house.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’d love to cook for everyone here than eat that mountain of grease and bread” Sanji winked flirtatiously before turning on the fire on your stove. You knew he wouldn’t budge, but at least you got to save some money.

"Sanjiiiiiiii! Can you cook faster, I'm starvinggggg!" Luffy whined while he slung his body over the couch. Sabo grabbed his collar.

“He just turned on the stove, idiot!” Sabo received whined from the scruffy boy and laughs from Ace in return.

“(F/N)!, I think I heard a knock on the door!” Nami called. With the slightly loud blaring music and also the fact you’ve been gathering presents together like a headless chicken, you didn’t hear the call for someone to open the door. You nod and slid your Christmas socked feet to the front door.

“I was wondering if you’d let me freeze to death out there”

Your boyfriend, his raven strands having white snowflakes stuck to his hair and jacket smiled down at you with a box in hand. You smiled, yanking him inside to smash your lips onto his.

“I was wondering when you’d show up! I thought you said you were busy” You pout, closing the door to avoid the entire house freezing to the ground. Law took off his coat to hang it up on the coat rack.

“I made time. Jus’ wanted to surprise you” Law grinned. He then jerked the box lingering in his hands towards you. Your name was written in cursive writing on top of it. The wrapping was black with a gold bow topped on it.

“For me?” You smile brightly, taking the box off of his palms and into your own. Law tucked his hands into his jean pockets.

“Who else?” Law sarcastically remarked. All you could do was stick your tongue out at Law before putting the gift with the rest.

After many cries and whines from Luffy, Sanji finally served everyone a loving plate of food which sent you to orbit. You knew his cooking was good, but that good? You didn’t want to stop your hands from moving to your mouth. Law would occasionally feed his food to you which would cause groans and moans from people around you. After Law heard ‘Get a room!’, Law stopped his loving gesture out of embarrassment. To compensate it, he cuddled you closely on the couch while everyone else finished their meals.

"Gifts! Gifts! Let's open presents now!" Luffy sprung up with Usopp cheering beside him in agreement.

Everyone’s gift to each other was tucked underneath the illuminated pine tree that was decorated from top to bottom in the living room. Nami just hit Luffy behind the head to shut him up before bending down to reach the first gift.

“This is for… Zoro!” Nami smiled. She chucked the small box to Zoro who effortlessly catches it. He tore open the wrapping with one hand.

" ‘How to stop your drinking problem’ Oh, you guys think you’re hilarious” Zoro, for some reason, cracked open the book that was giving him advice on how to quit his “addiction”. Sanji roared in laughter from the kitchen.

"That was from me and Nami! Merry Christmas, cactus idiot!" He couldn’t bare himself to stop his laughter. Zoro turned his head and gave him the loving finger.

“I hate you!”

You and Law laughed at their bickering at the simple gift. Nami just continued to rotate the gifts around and you realized Luffy’s little group had quite the selection. Usopp got socks upon socks until he finally got an air-soft gun which had him through the roof. Luffy’s present was Sanji’s cooking but also a red sweater from you. Ace got cologne and you made sure to buy him the warmest hoodie you could find. Nami and Robin were showered with gifts by Sanji but you made sure to chime in.

Only two gifts were left and it was for none other than the lovebirds on the couch; You and Law. His gift was significantly smaller than yours, but you still appreciated it. Nami handed you your gift to Law.

“Look, me and my mom chimed in on this gift because I know you’ve been eyeing this for a while now” You say. The box was about the size of your torso. Law raised an eyebrow and tore off a single piece to get a glimpse of what it is. Law’s mouth went agape.

“No way”

The gift was a figure Law had been talking about for months since it released. It was a figure from one of his favorite superhero shows and seeing his geeky, nerdy side poke through was the most adorable to you. Embarrassed by his interests, Law refused to open the rest of the gift but plastered his lips onto yours.

“Gross” Zoro grumbled before swigging a sip of his not-so-child-safe drink. You both glare at him before smiling at each other.

“It perfectly fits my collection. Thanks, (F/N)-ya” He smiled. You gave him a peck on the cheek in response.

The box Law had in his hands when he arrived was now on your lap. You have Law a look with a smile before peeling off the sleek, black wrapping. The wrapped only concealed another box bud with a removable lid. You have Law one quick glance to see he was eager for you to open it.

When you lifted the lid, you were blinded by shining silver and gems. It was a heart necklace, but on it were also engravings of your initials as well as his. You felt tears pricking your eyes.

“Are you serious?” You say with a smile. Law chuckled at your overwhelming emotions by the piece of jewelry.

“C’mon, try it on” Law picks up the necklace with his hand and turns your body so he’s making eye contact with your back. You sniffled and moved your hair aside to have Law put the necklace on for you.

You pick up the heart and smile brightly. Nothing stopped you from crashing your lips all over your nonchalant, non-PDA boyfriend’s face. The group watched in laughter and awe.

“I love it, I love it, I love it!” You repeat after each contact you made with his face. Law tried not to give into the PDA but let you express your excitement.

“I knew you would” Law sighed, sitting up after you were finished smothering him with your affection.

Law gave you a chaste peck on your cheek after you melted your body against his. You cuddled his body once more and embracing the heat off of his body. You thought of sleeping right then and there.

"How about we watch a Christmas movie?" Ace offered to give everyone a break from the overbearing PDA, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. Everyone chimed in agreement, especially Luffy jumping on the couch in the middle of you, Law, and Ace. Nami shut off the lights for the ambiance and everyone settled in their seats comfortably.

After almost twenty minutes of bickering on what movie to watch, you all finally settled on a movie to premiere. Everyone was silent until one was making a joke about the movie every now and then.

Halfway through it, everyone was knocked out asleep. You heard the faint snoring coming from most of the guys. Everyone was fast asleep besides you and Law. Law was nocturnal so that was so surprise. You batted your eyes up at Law sleepily.

“Seems like everyone is out cold” Law murmured, only enough for you to hear. You nodded into his chest.

“We’ve been here all day partying. I’m pretty tired too” You grumble, pulling over a fuzzy blanket on your body and off of Luffy.

“Get some rest then. I’ll be awake for a while” Law cooed, caressing your hair to better help your rest.

“Yeah, but I wanna be alone with you for a little longer”

Those words made Law’s face turn red. Thanks to the dark room, it wasn’t apparent but he sure felt it. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the way you said it or the words itself but he might as well developed a crush on you again.

“I love you, (F/N)-ya” Law murmured once again. Those words were quite rare from the man himself, only saying it when you two were in secluded areas.

“So now you say it when everyone’s asleep?” You giggle. You heard Law chuckle from his chest.

“Doesn’t make it false” Law replied, still grazing his fingers along your hair. Law was making your eyes heavy by his touch.

“I know. I love you more, Law” You hum, finally shutting your eyes to swiftly go to sleep.

He noticed your steadied breathing and peered his eyes down to see your relaxed, calm state just by sleeping. Law smiled and continued to caress your hair until his hand would fall off. He vowed to never hurt you the way he did, to never make such an irrational decision and learn to solve it together, as a couple. The necklace wrapped around your neck was a token of his loyalty from here on out. Everything was better now, you two were better together. Now that Law had you happily in his arms while you were sound asleep on a Christmas night, he promise to never let anything get in between you two.

Law didn’t know what it was; your body warmth, the happiness, or your the boring movie before him but Law was sound asleep at a reasonable hour. He settled on the reason being you for falling asleep.

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❝ I AM ALIVEEEE LOLLL geez it’s been awhile since i came out with a chapter i’m so sorryyyy (´•̥̥̥д•̥̥̥`̀) i’ve been so caught up with work from classes and i wanted to take my time with this chapter (also simultaneously binging one piece LOLLL) BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!! thank you for the support while i was away i appreciate it so much!! i’m still trying to come out with requests as well so please sit tight. I LUV YALL, STAY SWEET ♥️♥️♥️❞

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[pelgraine]

After halo s02 e05:

I'm still processing my emotions and the impact of everything in that episode so will probably write a longer post later, but I have to say I am definitely not prepared for the emotional fallout that's going to happen when everyone discovers what's happened to Kai and when Kai discovers what's happened to everyone else.

I mean, Riz almost died trying to retrieve Vannak's body, which is now cremated with his ashes scattered on Aleria where Riz has chosen to stay. Even putting aside the grief associated with Vannak, Kai and Riz may never see each other again.

I love Riz for her bravery and maturity in staying on planet, instead of letting herself be crushed under the weight of what John thought he needed her to be. I love that John realised he loved and respected her enough to let her make her own choices in the end, and to let her go. I really hope we see Riz again because it feels tragic to have two of the most interesting characters - Riz and Vannak - drop out of the story.

I especially love the little smirk Riz gives Halsey when Halsey tries to goad her into coming back by saying to Riz that she was no one anymore. Riz's little grin of amusement that said 'you have no power over me anymore' and 'nice try, but that was a weak-ass effort' and 'you really have no idea who I am, do you' without actually saying a word at all before Riz steps away. Power move, really.

#halo series #halo tv show #halo spoilers #kai 125 #riz 028

[pruning-the-minds-garden]

Welp.

This is cross-posted from Twitter. It can be found here.

Ashe (They/Them) 

@AshenTist

Hi hi, public hypnokink announcement. Blueberry or Blueberrys Empire is a hypnokink content creator well known for her ASMR content, I was an admin in her personal server for months and just today she posted this vitriolic, transphobic message while @ ing everyone Please rtweet

[note: more under the Keep Reading]

This is further confirmed to be her true beliefs and not any "hacking" by her partner who was also in the server and stayed to watch the fallout

She is known to also have servers that allow minors from 14-17 as well, it was not the case in this server but I have heard through multiple sources she has done such

Hypnosis requires empathy and the above message she pinged over 400 people for shows her obvious lack of it

She had Patreons, KoFi and many more financial supporters and actively promoted it in this server, to ditch it all with such a disgusting message sickens me

I considered her a friend, many others did as well, posting their last messages with her and contrasting it with this

Her boyfriend trying to cover her back on what she said, note he says she "isn't transphobic" and yet she ends her announcement with an attack helicopter joke

For the nail in the coffin I want to show a rule in the server she created How ironic she would 180° this and will end up known for her transphobic vitriol

Oh and to top everything off someone brought a file of hers to my attention Vile, just fucking vile

New update, Blueberry has changed her channel name to "BlueberryVA&ASMR" in response to this tweet and the backlash. I can show this easily from our server bot showing the original name last night compared to now

Edited to add: More information and an account of rather harrowing emotional abuse and consent violations was added to the post linked above, and can be found here.

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[saradika]

— WASTELAND, BABY

ii. the stench of the sea, and the absence of green

[masterlist] | [part i]

boba fett x f!reader

rated E - 3.2k

tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, canon-typical violence & death, mentions and use of guns/weapons, corpse-looting

a/n: thank you so much for all the kindness on part i! It is so appreciated! 💖

As your first real taste of life outside the vault comes to an end, you find out just who your savior is.

The figure leaves you retching into the wasteland - empty stomach heaving as he moves to look through the doorway of the farmhouse.

An ache thudding in your hip, the back of your head where it had collided against the wooden steps on the way down. Fingers pressing into the packed earth as you try to look anywhere except the steaming, oozing pile of ash.

You can hear him returning - the hiss of the hydraulics, the weight of his steps. The dark shadow falling across where your eyes are cast downward. Waiting - but for what, you do not know.

"This where you live, girl?" The voice crackles again, the creak as his helmet tips down towards you.

You don't know how to answer.

Not knowing what he wants - not wanting to reveal where your family is sleeping. Not necessarily wanting to stay here either, not with the ground littered with charred corpses.

The lack of a response is an answer within itself, silence filling the space until he speaks again.

"There's a settlement, a few hours from here. I could take you there."

At this offer, you finally look up. Traveling up the miles of forest-green armor, meeting the dark shine of his visor.

And slowly, you nod.

Pushing yourself to shaky feet, your hand touching gingerly at your head - checking for bleeding. Your voice is no more than a rough rasp when you finally try to speak, weak after not talking for so long.

"My stuff is inside. Can I get it?"

There's another moment of silence, and then you see his helmet dip again in a nod. You give the bodies a wide berth as you take the steps back inside.

You'd have to go with him.

Most of your jars of food were shattered in the firefight, only two remain on the broken counter.

Belatedly realizing you should have kept everything together in your pack, but it was hard to forget the old habits. Your things were tucked around the home as if you actually lived there.

They are quickly packed up. The remaining jars, each of your precious books. A spare vault suit, your few small trinkets from your home - the blanket that stopped smelling like the vault days ago.

He's still waiting outside as you approach him. A shift in the broad, armored shoulders as he gives you a once-over.

He's bigger than you thought, now that you're close. Your head barely level with his wide chestplate, his metal boots twice as wide and long as yours. There's a jerk of his arm, the point of a glove in your direction.

"This all you have?”

Your fingers twist together. What else are you supposed to be carrying with you? The pack on your back carried as much as you dared - not wanting to take too many supplies in case someone else had woken.

There's a hum that sounds like a sigh, before he's gesturing at the figures on the ground, "You're going to need more protection than that on our journey. Take his coat, and his weapons."

His words travel through one ear, and then out the other side. Unable to help the look of confusion and disgust you throw his way.

He wants you to what?

Touch a dead body?

Loot a corpse for your own gain?

You can't wrap your head around how he says it so easily, even with those old public service announcements playing in the back of your mind.

There may be times when you must engage in questionable activities.

In the wasteland, essential supplies will be scarce. When an item of value is found, keep it close, and away from bullies.

You hadn't thought that advice was real - hadn't taken it seriously. Childish propaganda, with its blaring music, the radio-voice overlay.

"I can't. I'm not a-," You protest, search for a word that conveys your intense distaste. "A scavenger.”

The barrel of his rifle swings in his grip as he shifts, moving a few steps close to you.

"No, you're not. You really are from the vaults, aren't you?” His voice a low rumble from beneath his helmet - curiosity tinging his words. "I thought you had stripped that suit off someone else."

You shoot him a wild look, worry souring your stomach. At the thought of your vault - and then at the idea of such a deception.

“I don’t want-” You start, shaking your head, but he cuts you off, his words clipped and firm.

"There could be worse things than Raiders on our journey. I can't protect someone who won't protect themself."

His words cut into you. You know he’s right - that things has not gone well for you earlier.

That you had only survived because of him.

That you should probably listen.

Slowly, you approach the body on the steps. It’s hard to look at him, the crumpled form - the charred blast in his chest.

You hesitate, fingers reaching out towards the tattered jacket he wears - long enough to twist around his knees, the sleeves hacked off at the shoulders. Stopping, as you glance back towards him.

"You won't get anything off the other one." He comments darkly, and you resist the urge to look at the pile of ash, starting to scatter in the wind.

You still can’t bring yourself to do it.

He sighs, slow steps taking him over to your side. Making quick work of things - stripping the jacket from the body, scooping up a pistol from where it lays in the dirt.

Pressing them both into your hands, the grip heavy in your fingers.

“I don’t know how to use this.” You admit, holding the gun gingerly, slipping the jacket on. It covers a good portion of your suit, even with the tears and holes that rip through the back.

He makes a low sound, and you think his patience must be wearing thin, “Keep it. If you stick close, perhaps you won’t need to use it.”

At that, he turns - leaving the choice up to you as he sets off, away from the farmhouse. You give the body one last look - seeing the tire iron hanging from the holster around his waist.

The jingle plays in your mind, again.

There are other situations where you may find yourself in close proximity to unfriendly neighbors. For such cases, you must learn to defend yourself using your natural strength.

Use anything sharp, or sturdy enough to swing. Get creative with your implement, but stay reasonable, and look for anything that can further enhance your innate vigor.

You take it - the metal cool in your grip, much more comforting than a gun. The holster fitting around your waist, the gun tucking neatly into it.

When you look up again, your savior has started to look small against the horizon, moving down the path that continued past the Farmhouse.

"Wait," You call, jogging after him. "What is your name?"

The sun glints off the painted metal as his head turns fractionally to the side. Slowing, allowing you to catch up with him.

"My name is Boba Fett."

Your neck cranes up - despite everything, you want him to know. Eyes sweeping across the dark visor as you tell him, "Thank you, Boba Fett."

He nods - and then you find yourself following him into the wasteland.

You stick to the wake of his shadow, tripping after him across the open plane. Silent except for the rhythmic hiss of his steps - you take three for each one of his - and the high whistle of the wind.

Beneath crumbling overpasses that tower above you, around piles of abandoned cars - the glass blown out, rusted beyond belief. You're unable to help thinking about how they've been there since the blast, unmoved for centuries.

The worst is the scattering of houses - strewn out every couple miles you pass. Boba's steps slowing, the unspoken command to stick close as he stands still.

The clicking of his helmet as he watches for movements, checking for heat signatures. Only moving on when there's nothing.

You wonder if everyone in this world are like the men - the Raiders, as he called them. If the massive loss and sorrow had twisted everyone beyond repair, had created a life where only cruelty kept you alive.

But then - you wonder why Boba helped you. Had disintegrated a man that was about to kill you.

Now that you've had time to think about it, it had been very impressive. How he had arrived, just in the nick of time.

How he'd walked away with barely more than a scorch blast on his armor.

How he had offered to take you to the settlement.

The settlement.

Your thoughts loop back to before.

Wondering if he was taking you somewhere worse. Wondering - if he was - if you'd have any chance of escaping. Not with the open fields, you think. Not with his long steps, the rifle now slung across his back.

Eventually, you're unable to help asking. Wanting to know what's in store instead of waiting. You've been doing enough of that, lately.

"What is the settlement like?" Your voice breaks the silence, though he does not slow, "Are the people like... like them?"

Boba makes a low sound of contempt, "Mos Espa has all kinds of types. Bounty Hunters, smugglers, and mercenaries. But none of them are like the Raiders. Lawless sacks of bantha fodder."

A beat, as your legs slow to a stop. His head turns.

"They won't hurt you there, girl."

You're not so sure, but it's a relief that he seems to understand your worry. The journey begins again in silence - through a section of bare trees, the grass rustling beneath your feet.

Finally plucking up the courage to ask, "Can you tell me about it? I don't - I don't know what settlements are like, now."

After a long moment, he does.

Telling you, under the heat of the sun, about the city. An old town, built from brick and stone. Sections that have crumbled - some rebuilt, others laying in waste. The marketplace that curls throughout the circular town square, centered around the old capitol building.

It sounds beautiful, in a way. That the city had been rebuilt. Hasn’t sat empty - filled with the skeletons of before.

You’ve seen a lot of those, lately.

“You seem to know a lot about it.” You comment, your boot catching on a rock - sending it skittering across the packed earth.

“I do.”

A new worry fills you, worming it’s way into your thoughts. Your words quiet over the hiss of his steps, each one hesitant, “Do you think they'll let me stay?”

He doesn’t slow, his answer seeming to come without thought.

“Aye, girl. They will.”

You can’t help but wonder how he can be so certain.

Finally, after hours had passed - the sun creeping across the gold-tinged sky - you see it. The cluster of buildings on the horizon, starting small until they begin to loom like a cracked range of mountains.

Finally back on a road, a real one. The asphalt cracked and crumbling, but it’s mostly flat under your feet - far more easy than some of the terrain you had crossed.

Because the journey hadn’t been all easy.

A crash-course in wandering the wasteland.

Beginning with a shimmer on the horizon, his steps slowing until you almost crashed into him. The rifle on his back swung around, peering down the sight so he could see what was approaching.

“Tuskens,” he had said.

As if you knew who or what that was - but the low edge to his voice had you sticking close again, as his did a slow sweep. Waiting for them to come to you, the figures slowly growing.

People clothed in wraps and robes, their faces covered. Traveling together, the first riding a large, ox-like beast with a thick pelt and curling horns.

Banthas, you found out later. Mutated by the radiation from the fallout, like the Brahmin at the Farmhouse.

His voice, as it broke through your careful watch, “Might not want to meet them alone, but you’ll be fine with me.”

They had halted, when they saw your small party. The rifle slung back over his back, as they signed back in forth - Boba’s slow and exaggerated, with the weight of his armor. The gestures punctuated with calls, carrying with the wind.

You understood none of it - feeling on edge, with their numbers. A little over a half-dozen, armed with carved, tall spears.

“I warned them about the Raiders,” He told you, when your paths finally diverged. “They might use what was left behind. And we’ll need to take a different way back.”

“Why is that?” You asked, though you didn’t have another choice - already throwing a leg over the low fence that he cleared with a step.

The noise he makes buzzed in his helmet. Was he laughing at you?

“You not ready for super mutants, little one.” A sigh, as he added, “They shouldn’t wander this close, I will come back for them later.”

Leaving you to wonder what they were - and certainly not going to push sticking to the path if Boba seemed uncertain - as you followed him over the rough terrain.

Not wanting to think about the bodies being picked over - but you think you understood. That supplies could be scarce, better to take it for yourself than for someone to use it against you.

“Did you know them?” You has asked, once the figures were out of sight again.

“Some.” He has replied.

He told you a little a bit about them. That they lived in nomadic tribes, that he had stayed with one, some years ago. A weight his words that told you that he carried something - regret, grief - that you don’t ask about.

The story interrupted by the sound of scrabbling - the ground shifting beneath your feet. Creatures climbing out of holes - large mole rats with pink, mottled skin and biting teeth.

Another pair of those large roaches, like you had seen after you first left.

Your breath in your throat, they clicked and lunged, the tire iron cool in your fumbling, heated grasp.

A metal hand closing around your wrist as he tugged you behind him. The other reaching for a pistol at his own waist - a kindness, in the way he had fired first.

Even if his words made heat bloom in your chest, embarrassment rising at being so utterly unprepared again.

Definitely not ready.

The rest of the journey, made in silence.

But now - the city looms. You’re grateful to see it, your feet and aching from the hours of walking.

Passing the broken street signs on the side of the old highway. Some things starting to make sense - the edges of them torn off, peppered with bullet holes.

You hadn’t remembered a Mos Espa when you lived here. But there it was now - something new born in the remains of before.

The old name transforming, becoming something else as the sign decayed, letters faded and lost over time.

It’s a skeleton of a town, padded and expanded with hand-made additions. Layers of wood and metal, stacked together with webs of scaffolding connecting them together.

Miles of high fences surrounding the buildings like an embrace, keeping everyone tucked safely inside.

It was impressive. It was a community, and for the first time - there's a relief easing the weight in your chest.

He leads you to the center of the town. A tall rotunda with a dark brick dome, a flight of cracked stone steps cut into the hill to meet it. You wonder where he's taking you - confused by the way people in the streets call to him.

When he had talked before, he had made it seem like he would be passing by. But, he knows people, here.

There's a way that they speak to him that you pick up on, as you still follow close at his heels.

A sort of respect, a reverance.

The wide double doors open for him, bringing you both inside of the old capitol. Inside, it almost feels familiar. Like a moment from your life, before.

Neat floors that are swept clean. A string of actual lights, flickering with electricity. Framing a raised platform that sits between the branches of the ornate, bifurcated staircase. A large seat sits in the middle, pieced together with carved bits of stone and concrete.

A woman lounges on it, lifting up as the doors close behind you. Hair pulled back in a complicated braid, above sharp eyes and an even sharper smile.

"You're back," She calls - as Boba moves to a bright yellow rack, set into the wall of the stairs. "I was thinking about sending Djarin out to look for you."

"Funny." He answers dryly, lining himself up between the metal arms.

And then, there's a hiss. The suit opens.

You watch a man step out, clothed in a dark flight suit. Older than you, powerfully built with a broad chest and broader shoulders. The skin you could see was scarred, but it didn't take away from the depth in his pretty, brown eyes - his handsome face.

A part of you had known, had remembered the power armor advertisements and propaganda from before the Great War. Giant suits of metal, created to carry soldiers.

But you had met him in it - and it had felt like they were one. You hadn't really thought too much about who was beneath.

"I had to track the Raiders further than I anticipated," He comments as he stretches, rolling his shoulders.

Stepping over to an armor stand right next to the rack. Carefully slipping on pieces of a smaller, more compact set - still painted that pretty, dark green, "Ran into a little more than I bargained for."

"I see that." The woman glances you way, where you were left to hover in the doorway, "Who are you, little bluebird?"

You blink at that, glancing down at the bright blue of your Vault suit, before you answer - giving her your name. She smiles, stepping down elegantly from the seat, taking your hand in hers.

Fennec Shand.

She carries herself like a queen - beautifully intimidating, a fighter and a survivor in this new world. You don't know what you could offer her, but you tell yourself to be brave, to try.

"I don't have much, but I will work hard. Would there be room for me to stay?" You ask, hands clasped in front of you.

Terrified this woman will tell you to go - to turn you out after you had come all this way.

Fennec grins, her arms folding over her chest, "Boba Fett is the Daimyo here, sweet girl. Not me. Didn’t he tell you?"

Daimyo.

You remember the word from history classes. Ruler.

Not a mercenary, not an ordinary man. You'd been traveling with the lord of this settlement. All the lands around it - his.

You gape at Boba and he smiles - with a sly curve of his lips, his eyes crinkling with amusement. The rasp of his voice - clearer without the helmet, but still deep and smooth.

"Welcome to Mos Espa, sen'ika"

sen'ika - little bird

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