#but it's good that our government is taking serious steps

[silverfox66]

The Curaçaoan freedom fighter Tula receives rehabilitation, and the Netherlands offers apologies.

On 17 August 1795, Tula, with 50 others, started the largest revolt in the history of the Netherlands Antilles against the Dutch tyrannical slavers. Tula fought for freedom and equality. His group traveled across the island, freeing people, and the group increased to 2000 people. The Dutch brutually crushed the revolt and captured Tula. Tula was tortured and brutually executed by the Dutch.

The Dutch government always portrayed Tula as a criminal, but today, he is declared a hero by the Dutch government (he has been a national hero in Curaçao since 2010). They also admitted that the Dutch tried to erase him from history and offered official apologies.

These are small steps, but important in the road towards reparations.

#we still have a long road to go towards reparations #but it's good that our government is taking serious steps #but we really need to work on our education about slavery and the Dutch Republic and our “Golden Age” #History #The Netherlands #Dutch #Dutchblr #Slavery #Nederland #Nederlands #Holland #Curaçao #Colonialism

[dmitriene]

ɴᴇᴡ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦��� 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘰.. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft, silvery light through the windows of the cozy bedroom you shared with Leon.

Years had passed since the day you first met him and your love had only grown stronger over time, but despite getting engaged, life always stopped the two of you from taking the next step.

Leon's life as a government agent was full of danger and chaos — his missions took him to the darkest corners of the world, and it often seemed as if he was married not to you, but to his job.

You understood his desire to help humanity, but there were times when you wanted something more, something that would strengthen your bond beyond mere words and promises.

That night, Leon returned home from another mission, tattered and tired, he slid into bed next to you, his warmth enveloping you as he pulled you closer.

His hand, heavy and soothing, slid under the fabric of your nightgown, caressing your skin and stomach with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine as his slightly calloused fingers traced patterns across your flesh.

You turned to him, your lips finding his chin to kiss him tenderly — «Hey» you whispered, and your voice was filled with anxiety — «Are you alright?»

Leon's lips touched your neck, kissing and biting your skin, his stubble tickling you deliciously — «I'm more than okay» he muttered into your skin — «I missed you, baby»

His words made you tremble, but before you could respond, he continued in a hoarse, laced with desire voice — «You know, i was thinking about something while i was on this mission»

Your heart quickened, curiosity took over — «What were you thinking?»

Leon raised his head and looked at you intently, his blue eyes shining with something dark, primal, even — «I was thinking about how good you'd look with our baby»

The words hung in the air and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Was he serious? Did he mean what he said?

It was always a distant dream that you both talked about in quiet moments, but reality never seemed closer.

Your surprise must have shown on your face and Leon remained silent in response, instead he silenced your questions with a hungry, possessive kiss.

His lips captured yours and you responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, while he was running his tongue over your lip as he shifted his body, encouraging you to roll onto your back.

There was tension in the air, Leon's hands roamed over your body, awakening your senses, tracing every curve and contour, and his fingers left a trail of fire, so you couldn't help but arch under his touch.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you — «I'm serious, i want to start a family with you, i want to wake up every day and see you and our baby»

Clear tears welled up in your eyes and you reached out your hand to touch his cheek — «Leon, i've always wanted this too» you whispered — «But i didn't want to push you to do something you weren't ready for»

He kissed your forehead tenderly — «I've been ready for a long time, i just had to come to terms with it, realize that there's more to life than just missions and dangers, i want a future with you, a future with our family»

You nodded, and this time your words slipped from your lips in a hoarse whine — «Yes, Leon, please»

Leon looked down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before a small smile touched the corner of his lips and he leaned down again, gently kissing your forehead.

A wave of warmth spread through your body, relief and happiness mixed in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile widely and reach out to capture his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

The desire and love between you intensified, your bodies pressed against each other, the kiss became deeper, and Leon’s lips continued their burning trail, moving from your mouth to your collarbone, leaving a trail wet, needy kisses.

His breath danced across your skin, making your body shiver in anticipation and you moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair, urging him on.

Leon's hands roamed over your body, strong and possessive, leaving a trail of warm tingling in their wake, and you felt the heat building between your legs, craving his touch.

With a low growl, he pulled back slightly, his voice hoarse with desire — «I want you, right here, right now»

His words took your breath away, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to formulate coherent words as you were overcome with excitement.

Leons's hands skillfully removed your clothes, the thin fabric of the nightie was thrown to the side, exposing your aroused body to his hungry gaze.

His lips moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and possessive marks, marking you as his, nipping and licking each new mark on your flesh.

As he moved down, his tongue trailed across your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips possessively, his touch, firm but gentle, sending waves of pleasure through your body and arching your back, you silently begged for more, yearning to feel him inside you.

His lips touch yours again, but this time in a more fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth with insatiable need, intertwining with yours with wet vulgarity.

The kiss deepens, his hand sliding down to the top of your thighs, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he moans into your lips, the feeling of your wetness driving him even further into the rut.

Without hesitation, he thrusts two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them to touch the sensitive spot deep inside, stroking your walls and making you arch into a silent moan.

— «Mhhmgh, pleaseplease, Leon»

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and wet, lewd slurps as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, and Leon's own cock strains in his sweatpants, aching to be released, to release the full weight of his arousal deep into your hole, painting your walls pearly white.

With a sudden, excited moan from his lips, Leon removes his fingers from your throbbing cunt and lifts you up, helping you position your legs on either side of his hips.

The fabric of his sweatpants rubs teasingly against your wet, puffy cunt, teasing and tormenting you as his hands grip your hips tightly, his gaze locked on yours as he releases his leaky cock, positioning his throbbing shaft at your entrance.

His shaft pressed against your smooth, wet folds, running his tip up and down along them, noticing how your little bud was throbbing, and whimpering mewls escaped your lips.

— «Pleasepleaseplease, need you inside s'much»

Your whimpers are interrupted when he enters you in one smooth motion, filling you completely, his throbbing cock bumping with it's tip against your cervix, withdrawing delicious moans from your lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and painful need, his thrusts were strong and deep, set to slam against your cervix to fill you, each thrust bringing you inexorably closer to the edge.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts of pleasure, Leon's hands found their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he continued to mercilessly thrust into your wet warmth, his voice hoarse with possesive need.

— «Gonna fill you up nice and full sweetheart, make you carry our sweet child»

The unusually rough intensity of his actions and words only fueled the fire inside you, bringing you closer to the edge with each thrust, causing your walls to clamp around him like a vice, sucking him deeper, like your womb itself begged for his cum.

The room was filled with the smells of sweat and sex, the sounds of your bodies merged into a symphony of desire, you felt a cnot of intense pleasure contracting inside you, ready to unravel at any moment, every time his tip bumped deliciously against your cervix.

With a quiet groan, Leon picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more insistent and faster, slamming his balls into the already reddened flesh of your ass as his cock throbbed, hinting to the two of you of his approaching orgasm, while your stuffed cunt squeezed around his shaft.

He plunged deep inside you, burying himself in exactly that delicious spot when his body trembled with relief when he spilled his seed, stuffing your pussy deep inside with ropes after rope of his hot cum, marking you as his, making sure that you'll definitely take it all, lazily thrusting with rolling hips the last few times.

The feeling of his climax sent you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, consuming your senses, making you mewl desperately and arch your back with shooking legs.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Leon collapsed next to you, both of you panting, bodies still intertwined as the remnants of his cum dripped down your thighs.

He pulled you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you as one of them found its way to your stomach, stroking it and the slight bulge, his voice full of love and satisfaction — «I love you and can't wait to start a family with you»

You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, giggling quietly from the unexpected feeling of satisfaction — «I love you too, Leon, our future is going to be amazing»

And with that, you both fell asleep, curled up in each other's arms, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter how difficult.

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[ao3cassandraic]

Kayfabe: A Good Omens meta

"Kayfabe," in wrestling, is the performance (including outside the wrestling ring) of whatever storyline is being woven around the wrestlers. Breaking kayfabe is Serious Business for a wrestler; the illusion is part of the event. If you ever wondered how John Cena could anchor an entire HBO miniseries brilliantly, kayfabe is a big part of the answer.

Because of their histories and how their respective Head Offices treat them, Crowley and Aziraphale approach their version of kayfabe -- their whole "I am an angel! You are a demon! We're hereditary enemies!" schtick, also their "we are good bad proper little footsoldiers, honest, Boss" schtick to their respective Head Offices -- very, very differently.

I promise there's a point to this. I PROMISE. But let me walk through it first.

Both of them know that one awkward question to Upstairs at the wrong moment and its Fallsville. Crowley, however, knows a couple of things that Aziraphale doesn't have to:

Punishment isn't just once; in some ways, the Fall is never over. Beelzebub or Hastur can throw you in the Dung Pits whenever, after all, or feed you to a Hellhound, or zap you like an Eric. Crowley's lot do not send rude notes. (s2: we do not know what happened to Crowley after Hell dragged him back at the end of the Resurrectionists 'sode, but I think it safe to say it was not great for Crowley. Litotes: your key to quality meta.)

Downstairs can and does check in -- or drag Crowley Downstairs for a chat and possibly a bit of idle torture -- whenever they feel like it. Downstairs seems pretty disorganized, especially its leadership, so I'd expect ad-hoc surprise inspections from them. Downstairs can invade Crowley's flat's TV, his Bentley's radio, and his very mind to perform those inspections. Crowley is never, ever safe from this. He can't relax. Ever.

Heaven, on the other hand, has 37 levels of scriveners and zero interest in Earth. Talk of "reprimands" and "miracle budgets" and Michael being a stickler and whatnot suggests a formal review process happening on a schedule, governed largely by the dreaded (but quite possibly fake-able or spinnable) "paperwork" rather than direct observation by Aziraphale's peers or superiors. Otherwise, Aziraphale is usually left to his own devices. Remember how startled he is when Gabriel shows up at the sushi restaurant in s1? This is unusual!

(We also know from Muriel that Heaven's records office doesn't seem to get consulted a whole lot. It's possible this just means that first-through-thirty-sixth-level scriveners handle everything, but in my experience of large bureaucracies, it's the folks at the bottom of the hierarchy who invariably get run off their feet first. Don't see why Heaven would be any different.)

Moreover, Heaven's punishments seem pretty light, on the whole? Our angel is so anxious and so sensitive to slights that I'm sure the reprimands aren't fun, and nobody likes a reduced miracle budget... but Heavenly "needs improvement" reviews don't seem to be a patch on the Dung Pits. The real threat is Falling, which is more than horrible enough to serve as deterrent; Heaven doesn't need to add torments.

Moreover moreover, Aziraphale is mostly aligned with his Head Office in a way that Crowley really, really isn't. I'm sure Aziraphale does a lot of his Heaven assignments with a song in his heart and a skip in his step -- it's mostly not smiting or the like. Crowley... probably spends a lot of his work time figuring out how to obey the letter of Hellish law while defying its spirit. Crowley's in far more danger of angering his bosses.

So Aziraphale doesn't have to keep up kayfabe a lot of the time, not even while interacting with Crowley. He can and does save it for the rare occasions Heaven takes a personal interest. Crowley, however, must keep up kayfabe always, whether Aziraphale's there or not. The courage it must have taken that snake to slither up the wall of Eden!

The way Crowley navigates his permanent need for kayfabe is twofold. First, his all but instinctive refusal to accept any positive word or compliment about himself or his actions from anyone ever -- "I'M NOT NICE!" If Hell were ever to hear someone characterizing Crowley that way... That's also why Crowley is a bit less exercised when Jimbriel calls him nice: "nobody'll ever believe you."

Second, a species of Orwellian doublethink: maintaining a running commentary in his head of how he's going to justify any unHellish actions to Hell, since he can never know exactly when he'll have to or what exactly they'll have a bug up their butt (sorry, Beez) about. Even high as a kite on laudanum in the Edinburgh cemetery, Crowley can explain his current justification (in a curiously sober voice -- is Crowley ever really high in that scene? or is it all kayfabe? I lean toward kayfabe) to Aziraphale, "Not kind! Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions."

We can see the kayfabe mismatch play out a few times, and it does appear that Aziraphale gets more concerned for Crowley's safety and more aware of Crowley's need for kayfabe post-Arrangement. That doesn't mean he always remembers, of course -- he wouldn't, he just doesn't have that same desperate need. And, of course, the ineffable walnuts do not communicate, as s2 went to some lengths to point out. I do think kayfabe is part of that -- it's hard for Crowley to be sincere when he's constantly doublethinking, and Aziraphale's off-and-on involvement with kayfabe (and all his other tendencies toward lying) disincline him to achieve or even learn about honest communication.

One s1 scene I went back and rewatched while thinking about this was the Globe scene, which contains Aziraphale's Saint-Peter-esque three-time denial of Crowley. I find it easy now to read that as Aziraphale going "oh crap do I need to drop back into kayfabe now? I didn't break kayfabe, did I?" and Crowley grinning, at least partly as reassurance. (Partly, of course, because Aziraphale is cute and funny even when kayfabing -- and partly because Aziraphale's sudden drop into kayfabe is Aziraphale trying to protect Crowley, of course Crowley's pleased by that.)

The wall pin, now that I think about it, also gains a little nuance from this. Crowley's fear-laced ire is genuine, but how many times must Aziraphale have heard Crowley snarl at him not to break kayfabe in this way? No surprise he's a little unimpressed. (With Crowley's demand. He's clearly very impressed by Crowley.)

In the s2 Job minisode, Aziraphale hilariously drops kayfabe (and that epic whole-body halo, loved that, great job FX folks) almost immediately. Crowley allows it, because Crowley is on firm ground -- Hell will be just fine with Crowley wrapping the angel in a Chuck-Jones-cartoon amount of scroll parchment and flipping him off.

When angel and demon collude on the con later, of course, they observe kayfabe, improv-style -- Crowley helps Aziraphale deal with the Job's-children situation without giving either of them away to the watching angel posse. Interestingly, it's Aziraphale who de-gecko-izes the kids. That gives Crowley an out, sort of: "look, the mansion collapse missed them because they were in the cellar, I turned them into geckos, totally Hellish thing to do, they'd never survive in the wild, but then this bloody interfering angel went and changed them back!"

And how does Crowley console a distraught angel who thinks he's about to be dragged to Hell? Crowley explains kayfabe in the fewest and clearest words possible. "Well, yeah, you did, but... I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you?"

So yeah. That's kayfabe for the Ineffable Walnuts.

But I promised there was a point to this, didn't I? Yes, I have a point.

My point is...

my POINT is...

my point IS...

(not dolphins, not this time)

My point is, how much of s2's Final Fifteen Minutes is kayfabe?

That's my point.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine making the red haired pirates laugh during serious moments

Warning slight spoilers

The crew is in the town jail

Benn: *drunk as shit and annoyed he's too drunk to fight* We need to get out of here or the navy is going to be up our asses by morning light. Gods it was such a mistake letting you talk us into bar hopping this close to Mary Geoise. We need to figure out how to get out of here, think you idiots.

Shanks: *Snores loudly*

Benn: *kicks him awake* think of a way to get us out of here like your life depends on it.

You: Yeah, wouldn't want the world government to get a hold of you boss, they'll stick one of those stupid bubbles they wear on you.

Shanks: Those old men are always lenient with me like I'm their loser grandson.

You: probably because you are their loser grandson, or at least one of theirs, and they feel too guilty to really punish you because ultimately it's their fault that you became a pirate in the first place.

Benn: You give them too much credit, they're not capable of that much empathy, and also less talkie, more thinkie.

A few minutes later

You: *trying to make small talk to pass the time* So are you just a Benn? Or are you a Benedict, Benjamin?.... A Bennathan?

Shanks: *slumped next to Benn, starts cackling*

Benn: *snorts* Bennanathan? No, just a Benn. Also, this is very serious, we might get caught by the world government tonight.

Shanks: *slurring* it's fine, I just need to sober up a little, so give me a few minutes, and I'll bust us out once I am no longer able to feel the planet spinning.

You: sure, it's the planet that's the only thing spinning. Our Boss is too strong to fall victim to a bit'a hooch, but I can't say the same for his liver.

Hongo: *snorts* I'll make arrangements to get him a new one just in case.

A week later

Shanks: *yelling* But we need an escape pod for the ship, it'd be very useful to have!

Howling Gab: *the quarter master in charge of the ship's budget and also yelling* no, you have legs and one good arm, just swim, most of our enemies are devil fruit users anyway!

Benn: *secretly wants one too* it would be pretty cool.

Howling Gab: *Bellows* (y/n) come get your boys, they want a ludicrous escape pod!

You: *Missing all their social ques, as you come out of the office* Oh, that sounds hella rad!

Howling Gab: *gives you the disapproving dad look and growling low in his chest*

You: I mean, why would we need that? Especially when both of you are such excellent swimmers, and you both look hot when you're soaked.

The crew: *nods in agreement*

Shank: All very true, but please try seeing it from my perspective~

You: *opens the broom closet next to you, pulls out a stepladder and gets on, so you can look him in the eyes*

Hongo: *keels over laughing*

Benn: *coughing because he's laughing so hard and needs to stop smoking*

Shanks: *Wants to be mad, but can't*

You: We don't need an escape pod, okay?

Shanks: ... fine.

You: *takes another step up the ladder, so you're at eye level with Benn* agreed?

Benn:.... Agreed

You: Good, now let's go get wasted.

Shanks: It's probably a good thing we don't get an escape pod, I'd end up driving drunk.

You: we know darling, we know, there's a reason why we don't let you near the stern when you've had a few. You always try to drink and sail.

Coming Soon (5/13)

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Black Daffodils

Zaros Atha'lin x Reader

You're poisoned. Thankfully, Zaros knows his way around plants.

“You cannot be serious,” you said, looking at Zaros as if he had just proposed burning down the library.

The two of you were taking a stroll by the garden, having just finished eating dinner together. Zaros had taken the opportunity of the meeting to fly into one of his rambles, explaining his grand visions and plans for the future if he were to succeed in the trials and ascend to the throne. It had been straining to keep your composure and smile politely at him to keep up appearances, especially since he had put it into his head to tease you relentlessly and with such vigor that you were sure ‘mocking’  would be a more appropriate term.

Zaros raised an eyebrow, shooting a sidelong glance at you. “Yes, sure. You think just because something has been a certain way for centuries that it should not be changed — it gave you a position of power, after all. It suited you to keep the common people groveling at your feet like the spoiled brat you are—”

Your laugh made him pause. It was not the usual incredulous amusement coming from you as he told a truth you did not want to believe, this was real, genuine amusement, laced with a pitying heaviness that made him feel as if you had found a chink in his armor.

“And here I thought you were smart beyond your botany,” you said, shaking your head, “you’re so naive.”

Zaros exhaled incredulously. “Me?” he asked, disbelieving, “really?”

“You are, with your values and ideas and utopias,” you said, holding his gaze to convey how serious you were, “they are all great, honestly. I’m happy for you if you know what to believe in and what to fight for, but it’s all theory. What do you think will happen if you take the throne and change the very foundation our nation is built on overnight, dismantling the societal classes, tearing apart the system and the political principles we govern by?”

“How rich. So we should just keep the status quo because it suits you? That’s not—!”

“Shut up for a moment, Zaros,” you snapped, taking hold of his arm to halt his steps, “Do you really think the throne gives you power? You need to play the system, in it rather than against it, and twist it out of shape enough to incorporate your ideas, but never break it. Do you honestly believe the entire nation would not revolt against you the moment you start dismantling our society according to your wishes? The nobility hates you already, you’re right about that. Do you think you can rule without them? Alone?”

“I rule for the people the nobility has forgotten about and never even looked at in the first place,” Zaros answered coldly, “I’m not alone.”

You chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that, but remember that people hate sudden changes. It will only be a matter of time until your policy of revolution starts annoying them and then, you need strong allies to appease the masses and back up your right to rule. If you discard the entire nobility as self-righteous snobs, you’ll be alone against the world.” You started walking again, leaving Zaros to follow with furrowed brows. “And you know how fast solitude kills in our lives.”

Zaros was deep in contemplation, looking through the stone arches of the courtyard to view the garden. He stared at the nobles strolling through it in the darkness of the evening as if they held the ultimate truth and shook his head, meeting your gaze briefly in the dim light coming from the palace wall. 

“I think you’re wrong,” he said, smiling at you so disingenuously that it made your mouth twist in distaste. You had hit a nerve. It was evident from how he turned his gaze to look straight ahead, picking up the pace to walk briskly across the paved part of the courtyard adjoining the garden. “I would reform the system for the people it systematically oppresses. I— I don’t need the nobility to back me up if I have the favor of the many!” 

The conviction in his tone was almost comical. It felt good finally being able to get under his skin. It was your time to tease him and, adjusting your pace to follow closely behind him, you smirked to yourself, wondering which buttons to push to get Zaros to snap. “Leader of the masses, oh popular one?” you baited.

Zaros growled, “Mocking me, are you? Well, not everyone had the privilege to be born into the spotlight. We common mortals need to earn favor and respect, and I intend to do just that as I topple the injustice in our world!”

You hummed in acknowledgement of his words as if they were a mildly interesting expression of an idea you had already discarded. “You would have a revolt on your hands as fast as—” 

“As fast as what?” Zaros asked challengingly as you cut off, “Have you run out of similes?” There was no quick, angry reply as he expected, only silence. He could no longer hear your footsteps following behind him, so he turned, puzzled.

In the dim light, he could see you leaning against the stonewall separating the courtyard from the garden, your eyebrows furrowed and breaths labored. You were pale, one hand resting against your chest as if you had difficulty breathing, the other placed against the stone to hold yourself upright. 

“What is it?” Zaros asked in confusion. 

“I—” you began, but could only gasp as your knees buckled. Your hand roamed across the stone, trying to find purchase as you crumbled to the ground. Zaros rushed forward in an instant, catching you in his arms.

“Help!” he yelled, causing the nobles strolling through the garden to turn their head at his panicked cry. “Someone get the chief curer, hurry!” his eyes were wide with worry, searching your face hastily for any indication of what was happening to you.

Some of the nobles had gathered around the two of you, gasps and murmurs flying through the crowd at seeing you slumped against the wall with half-lidded, delirious eyes and a wheezing breath. Zaros paid them no mind, focused entirely on you.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked, cupping your cheeks with unsteady hands, “Hey, look at me. I’m right here.” 

You mumbled something unintelligible that sounded somewhat like his name.

Tilting your head to the side slightly, Zaros saw a faint discoloration on your cheek, spread across it in the form of a tree branch. “I—” he breathed, his brain taking a moment to connect what he saw to a poison he had been forced to study. “I know,” he whispered in a sudden epiphany, tearing his gaze away from you to look towards the garden. “A moment, I’ll be right back, my heart, only a moment,” he rushed out, dropping his hands from your face and darting into the garden, ignoring your muffled whimper of protest.

When he returned, the chief curer had just kneeled next to you, starting his examination. “Move!” Zaros said briskly to the nobles barring you from him and pushed through the crowd of onlookers. Ignoring the curer, he tilted your head towards him, placing a few green petals in your mouth. “Don’t swallow them,” he instructed gently, leaving a hand on your cheek as the other found yours, squeezing comfortingly, “These petals are a natural remedy for various types of poison. You should be better in a moment.”

“What is the reason for this commotion?” Queen Roena’s clear, sharp voice cut through the murmuring crowd, silencing them in an instant. The curer sprang up to bow and explained hastily that he could not yet tell.

Zaros did not leave your side, helping you sit up properly once the antidote allowed you to move again and holding out a handkerchief for you to dispose of the petals. “Help me up,” you whispered to him after regaining your breath, and Zaros obliged, keeping his arm firmly around your waist to hold you upright. 

“It will take some time for you to recover completely,” he said quietly, putting more of your weight on him, “You’ll likely be weak for a day or two, but no longer than that.” You groaned in reply.

“What happened?” Queen Roena asked, looking at the two of you with confusion and worry. Her gaze lingered on you, silently checking you over. 

You cleared your throat. “Well, your Eminence, that’s not easy to say. You see, one moment I was engaged in a most pleasant debate with my— my acquaintance here, and the next I found myself on the ground, out of breath and unable to move.”

“They were poisoned, your Eminence,” Zaros said, but before he could add anything, the chief curer interrupted him.

“And how would you know that?” he asked, distaste evident in his tone. 

“I have studied the poison that evokes exactly these symptoms,” Zaros said to him before turning his gaze back to the Queen, who was looking at him intently. “That is why I knew which antidote to search for in the garden.”

“How very convenient,” the curer observed and a tide of new whispering erupted from the crowd. Zaros could feel his blood starting to boil at the suspicion turned on him. 

“Zaros,” you said breathlessly, closing your eyes briefly to stop the world from spinning around you. “I need to lay down. Walk me to my room?”

“Of course.”

“Your Eminence, is that wise?” the chief curer’s voice was faintly audible to you, moving away from the crowd with Zaros by your side. “What if he's only waiting to be alone with them to finish what he started, to eliminate his contestant for—” Zaros huffed beside you, continuing to lead you away. 

No matter how much he insisted that he did not care about what those around him thought of him, you could see beyond his carefully constructed mask and had always noticed how much it bothered him. Although he never acted on it, choosing instead to remain passive and seemingly nonchalant at their words, the epitome of calm collectedness. Deep down, you had seen it gnawing at his heart, and it did still, evident in the hurt shining in his eyes. 

“This one,” you nodded toward a wooden door to your right, leading to your chambers. “Right, thank you. I’ve got it from here. I’ll just—” You twisted out of Zaros’ arms, bracing yourself against the wall to keep from falling. You underestimated your strength, however, and would have collapsed to the ground if Zaros had not caught you again. 

He chuckled hollowly but without malice, as he adjusted his grip and led you into your room. “Yes, I can see how well you’ve got it,” he said, setting you down on the bed, “Stubborn like always. What is it with you and thinking you’re above such feeble things as being helped? A side effect of your upbringing, I’m sure.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, leaning back on the pillows with a groan and closing your eyes. The feeling of a hand on your forehead made them snap open again. Zaros was looking at you with an unreadable expression, perched on the side of your bed. “Like what you see?” you murmured, trying to crack his serious demeanor. He did not smile, mouth twisting into a tight line.

“Here,” he helped you sit up slowly, handing you a glass of water. “Drink, it helps.”

“Oh, does it?” you teased, taking small sips, “Did you poison that too to get rid of me and start your top-down revolution?”

His reaction was immediate. “Seriously?” he raised his voice in a near scream that made you jump, “What, you think I’d kill you for my own gain? You think I’d go over your dead body to implement my ideas?” Zaros leaped to his feet, looking down at you with rage and betrayal shining in his eyes. “You’re just as bad as everyone else!”

“Sit down, Zaros,” you said tiredly, taking hold of his arm and tugging him towards the bed. “I’m only teasing.” Your eyelids were starting to drop of their own accord, exhaustion finally overtaking you. 

A part of you was afraid to rest, considering what had happened. You were poisoned, and although the realization had not entirely set in yet, the thought of laying asleep, defenseless against the poisoner, made you shudder. 

“I know you’d never—” you said, holding onto Zaros’ hand as he sat on the bed again. He had a frown on his face and you could tell he was biting back a sarcastic remark or sharp jab of some kind. “I know you’d never hurt me,” you finished, eyes drifting shut with a content sigh at having him near you. 

Despite your differences, you knew you could trust Zaros. He wore his ideals on his sleeve, and you had been acquainted long enough to get a feeling for the sort of person he was. 

Looking at your entwined fingers, he swallowed thickly, the frown on his face replaced with a soft expression as his gaze drifted over your sleeping face. He reached up his free hand to brush tenderly through your hair, contemplating how improper it would be to lay down beside you and keep you safe.

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[misirosekisiro]

Toshio and the boy.

In Japan, beneath Tokyu, lies a highly secretive underground prison. Contrary to what the outside world may believe, the inmates confined within its walls are exceptionally dangerous individuals. These are the most perilous offenders, incarcerated here covertly. Many were captured and detained without trials or public disclosure. The government understands their danger; some are deemed so hazardous that the world might be safer if they were eliminated. However, the government holds a different perspective; even the most dangerous individuals can sometimes be valuable. Some are utilized by the government for specific purposes, while others become subjects of scientific study.

Toshio, a new guard, has recently been assigned to this facility. He is a member of the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) and gained recognition for his remarkable actions during earthquake events. This commendable display earned him a promotion and an invitation to join the guardianship of this clandestine prison. But he have one weakness in his perfect resume. That he never tell someone, he was gay,  fetish on smell , underwear and uniform.

His first day in the office is spent receiving instructions from his superior. There is a strict protocol and the inmates must be watched with the greatest of caution.

"The inmates are highly intelligent. They're all experts in their respective fields, and have unique talents that have made them dangerous to society. That's why they're being held in such an isolated location. We don't want any of them escaping and getting out into the world. If they were to escape, the repercussions could be enormous."

"How many people are in this facility?" Toshio asked.

"There are 166 individuals currently incarcerated."

"What's the breakdown?"

"We have 45 females and 121 males. 137 are Japanese. The rest are foreigners, and of those 50 are Caucasian. There's only one person of Chinese descent."

"There are so many foreign people!"

"Well, yes. You'll see more of the specifics later. For now, the main thing to keep in mind is to be cautious. The inmates here are intelligent and can be quite cunning. There's no such thing as dropping your guard around these people. If you make any sort of mistake, the consequences will be dire."

"I understand."

"Good. Now let me introduce you to the head warden."

Toshio followed his superior officer down a long corridor, until they came to a stop at the end. There, a man stood waiting.

"This is the warden," said the officer. "Warden, this is Toshio. He's the newest member of our team."

The warden shook hands with Toshio and greeted him politely. He was a middle-aged man with graying hair, a receding hairline, and glasses. He wore a suit and tie. His expression was stern and serious.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." Toshio answered, "I hope I'll be able to help you."

"We'll see. First, you should know that all communication with the outside world is strictly forbidden. Do not contact anyone, including your family. We've got a special line for emergencies. It goes directly to the police. In case of an emergency, we'll call for reinforcements. We've also got a medical facility on site. There are a number of doctors and nurses here. If any of the inmates require medical treatment, it can be done here."

"What about visitors?"

"We do not allow any. The prisoners are not official be lock down here. They're being held in secret, so we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. The fewer people who know about this place, the better. Of course, in case of an emergency, the government can step in, but that's very unlikely."

"Are there any rules I need to follow?"

"Just keep in mind what I've told you. The most important thing is that you maintain a healthy distance from the prisoners. You're not allowed to approach any of them. And do not allow them to approach you. Also, you must keep an eye on them at all times. You're not allowed to take breaks."

"I understand."

After finishing his orientation, Toshio started his job.

He went to the guard room, The prison was sperate to 4 wings form A to D, each wings delare to more and more dangerous criminals, he took a deep breath before entering the first wing, A, which is a general prison.

The guard room is a simple white-walled space, furnished with a few chairs and a desk. A single fluorescent light illuminates the room. It smells like cleaning fluid.

At the far end of the room, a door leads into a long corridor lined with cells. The cells are separated by thick iron bars. Most are occupied. The prisoners are dressed in white jumpsuits and wear ankle shackles.

As he walked through the corridor, Toshio noticed that some of the inmates were watching him intently. He tried not to make eye contact. He also notice that some inmates was in differest clothes, some even was tight in leather's strap suit same one that use in mental hospital.

In one of the cells, a man was lying on his bunk. He looked up at Toshio and smiled.

"Hey, handsome. How about a blowjob?"

Toshio ignored, He will station in Male, A zone. All women inmate was on sperate floor with women's guard.

"Hey, how about you come in and let me suck you off? I bet you'd love that. You could shove your dick in my mouth and fuck my face."

"Stop talking."

"Or what? You gonna punish me? Huh? I'd like to see you try. I'm a tough guy. You're not going to hurt me."

"No need to talk to him" another guard comming and said. "He's not worth it. He's just a piece of shit. He's a fucking pervert. That's all he's good for."

"That's not true. I can do lots of things. I can give you a good time. I bet you've never had a blowjob before, have you?"

"Ignore him, that is best way to do here" the other guard said in calm voice.

"Make me! You think you can make me do anything? I'm stronger than you are. I could take you out. Come on, let's go! You and me, right now. Let's fight."

Toshio ignore, he walked away.

But the man continued to taunt him.

"Hey, you chicken shit! Why don't you turn around and look at me? Are you too scared to look me in the eye? What a coward! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of anything!"

Toshio ignore.

"Hey, hey! You can't walk away from me. I'm talking to you. I'm not done yet. Hey, are you listening to me? I'm not done talking to you. Don't ignore me. You're ignoring me. Don't ignore me. I said, don't ignore me!"

Suddenly the man started screaming and cursing at him. He was shouting obscenities and hurling insults.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! You're a fucking coward. I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to make you wish you were dead. You're not going to ignore me. You're going to listen to me. I'm not going to shut up. You're going to listen to every single word I have to say."

Toshio continue walking away. He doesn't know why the inmate act like that.

"Fuck you! You're a pussy! You're a fucking pussy! You're a coward! I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to destroy you. You're a fucking pussy! Come here and fight me, you coward! Fight me! Fight me, you coward! Fight me!"

He kept walking. He could still hear the man yelling at him.

"No worry, This place not like other prison. Most of them can't step outside that case until the end of the world. But they are still human" The other guard said in calm voice. "Some have unique talent, some are scientist and genius, they could help the government in secret, like this prison is exist in the first place"

"You should ignore him. He's just a fucking retard. He doesn't know when to stop. He'll keep doing it until he gets bored. It's best not to give him the satisfaction. Just keep walking."

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem. Don't let him get to you. It's not worth it."

They keep walking and leave the man behind.

Toshio feel relief, But he have one worry, the man's face. The man was young, and have handsome face, but something weird, he have red eye. Like his eyes were bleeding, and the other is black.

"Who is that?"

"He is one of the foreigner" The guard said. "His name is Sigma, and he is a Russian"

"Russian? What did he do to be put here?"

"He is a hacker, he hacked into a Russian bank and stole money. They sent him here after he got out from his jail"

"Why is he have red and black eyes?"

"He is a special case, and he is the first and only inmate with two color eyes, the doctors and scientists are testing him, and they are the one who have control over him"

"I see, so they're treating him like a lab rat"

"Yes, he is a special case, because of his eye color, his power and his brain"

"I see, what's his ability?"

"I don't know, they said it is a secret, and we shouldn't talk about it, so they don't leak the information"

"Okay, thank you"

They keep walking and arrive at the guard post.

"Well, I'll leave you here. Take care of yourself. We have not much guard here, Most of system was automatic unless was override by control key." He point to a key in the box on the desk. "It's only use while some case. And need to report before use it. Most of time, inmate will be in their cell. even food also have automatic system on provide it.  As you may know, you need to do patrol on alley ways at least once each hour. I suggest you to just keep eye on them, ignore any request or talk to them. "

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. Just relax and enjoy. It's not so hard"

The guard leave, and Toshio is alone. He look at the key in the box and remember about the rule.

He look around the place, and the cell have one way to open, a small window, the same one that the food was serve.

He look at the monitor, and the screen show a list of all inmates in each cell, and he could see their faces, age and sex.

"Let's see, what have we got here"

"Hmm, 35-year-old male, 174 cm, 60 kg, Caucasian, Russian, hacker, 397,710.23 USD theft"

"What an amount, no wonder he was locked here."

"Hmm, 37-year-old male, 166 cm, 59 kg, Asian, Japanese, serial killer, 677 counts murder, 48 counts rape"

"Damn, a mass murderer, what did he do to deserve that title?"

"Hmm, 42-year-old male, 167 cm, 84 kg, Asian, Korean, scientist, 280 counts child abuse, 10 counts child murder, 100 counts illegal human experiment, 500 counts illegal drugs deal, 1000 counts torture, 10000 counts rape"

"Holy shit, this is a big list."

"Hmm, 28-year-old male, 168 cm, 58 kg, European, German, serial killer, 125 counts murder, 23 counts rape"

"Not a big deal compared to the first one."

"Huh!, 20--year-old male,165,52 kg, Asian, Japanese, - Data consealed - unaviable permission rank to access this data"

"What, why can't I see his data?" His attention was shift to this one. "He is only 20 years old, why is his data blocked?"

He look at the other info and find out that all other inmates are 30 and above. All others data was showed, just only one.

He think for a moment, and then realize something, this cell is not the normal one.

"Why is he locked there? He is so young. What did he do to deserve being here? He is so young. And the system doesn't even show his name."

He think for a moment.

"Could he be one of those 'special cases' the guard was talking about?"

He change the mornitor to this man's cell. then he notice. That cell is one that wear a tight leather straping suit. his face also masked with lether mask. his eye was blined with red strap, and his hand and feet is tied with same leather.

"This is so strange. why is he tied like that? This is not a normal cell. What did he do to deserve being there? Could it be his ability that dangerous enough to be locked in this special cell?"

He look closely at the screen, and notice something else.

"Hmm, why does he have a bulge on his pants? Could he be erect?"

He zooms the image and sees a big bulge in his pants.

"Why is he erect? Could it be his ability has something to do with sex? That could be the reason why his data is blocked."

He also notice that this man got an feeding tube, It's like they not want someone go near him even to feed him.

"Maybe that's it, his ability is so dangerous, and they can't risk it, so they have him locked up like this."

Toshio was curious, the boy is handsome, even his body is covered with leather, he can still see the outline of his abs. And his cock is very big, the biggest Toshio ever seen.

Toshio decide to investigate it more later, right now, he will have to do his job.

Time passed, and soon his shift is over.

He go home and relax.

In his mind, he can't forget about the boy, He was very young, and his face was covered with a mask. Toshio is very curious about him.

And also, he was curious about that man who had the red and black eyes. Why was he so angry?

He was curious about the boy's ability, and why he was locked up. He decided to investigate the matter further.

Toshio's curiosity was growing.

He knew he was breaking the rules.

But he was curious.

The next day, Toshio goes to work as usual.

He starts his shift, and his first task is to check on the inmates.

He checks the monitor, and he sees the boy is still there. He looks at the other cells, and none of them are occupied.

"Hmm, the cells are all empty, but the boy's cell is not. I wonder why. Maybe the boy is a special case. I'm curious about him."

Toshio is still thinking about the boy.

He decides to check the boy's cell.

He approaches the cell, and sees the boy is laying down. He's not moving.

"Huh, he is sleeping."

Toshio watches the boy for a while.

Then he decides to enter the cell.

"I'm going to check on him."

He enters the cell, and sees the boy is laying still.

"Hmm, he is still asleep. I'm going to check on him."

Toshio touches the boy, and sees the boy doesn't react.

He feels the boy's body, and sees the boy's face. He sees the boy is wearing a mask, but his eyes are covered by a red blindfold.

He looks at the boy's body, and sees the boy has an athletic build.

"Hmm, he is a good-looking boy. I wonder what he is like under the mask."

Toshio decides to check.

Toshio touches the boy's face.

"His skin is soft. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

Toshio takes his finger and touches the boy's lips.

The boy doesn't move.

"His lips are soft. Hmm, he is a beautiful boy. He is very handsome."

Toshio decides to check on the rest of the boy's body.

He checks the boy's neck, and sees the boy has a muscular neck.

"His neck is very strong. Hmm, his neck is muscular."

Toshio moves his hand and feels the boy's chest.

"His chest is muscular. Hmm, he is a strong boy."

Toshio feels the boy's chest.

"He has a muscular chest. Hmm, he is a good-looking boy."

Toshio keeps moving his hand.

He feels the boy's abs.

"He has a nice six pack. Hmm, he is a handsome boy."

Toshio feels the boy's stomach, and sees the boy's navel is visible.

"He has a cute navel. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

Toshio reaches the boy's crotch.

He sees the boy's cock is still hard.

"Hmm, his cock is still hard." Then he notice a smell coming from the boy's crotch.

"There's a musky scent coming from his crotch."

Toshio sniffs the air.

"It's a sexy musky scent. Hmm, it's a manly scent."

Toshio is getting aroused.

He decides to touch the boy's cock.

"Ammm Ummm" The boy moans a little.

Toshio touches the boy's cock and feels the boy's shaft.

"Hmm, his cock is long. Hmm, he is a hung boy."

Toshio grabs the boy's balls.

"His balls are big. Hmm, he is a heavy-balled boy."

Toshio massages the boy's balls.

"Ahhh Ahh" The boy moans louder.

Toshio feels the boy's ass.

"Hmm, his ass is round. Hmm, he is a beautiful boy."

"Ahawammam" Boy try to talk something.

Toshio moves his hand down to the boy's ass.

"He has a nice ass. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

"Uhmmam" Boy mumbles.

"What is it, boy?" Toshio asked.

"Amawww" Boy mumbles again.

Toshio doesn't understand what the boy is saying.

He then remove a gagged form boy mouth.

"What are you doing, boy? Are you trying to say something?"

"Yea" Boy said.

"What is it, boy?"

"Who are you, mister?"

"My name is Toshio. I'm a guard here. Who are you, boy?"

"My name is Kaito. What are you doing, sir?"

"I'm checking on you, boy. Why are you tied up like this, boy?"

"They was kidnap me!, bring me here and lock me inside this suit"

"Kidnap? What do you mean, boy?"

"They kidnap me, tie me up, and then lock me in here. I don't know why."

Toshio may not understand, but he feel he can trust the boy, his voice is so soft and so reliable.

"Okay, I believe you, boy. But how did you get in here?"

"They put me inside this suit and blindfolded me. Then they brought me here and locked me in here. I don't know why, sir."

Toshio doesn't know what to do, he can't let the boy go, but he also can't leave him like this. he feel that his head was half blank. He really feel that he need help him.

"What should I do, boy? Should I let you go or should I leave you here?"

"Please, help me, sir."

"What can I do, boy?"

"Can you please take this mask off of my face? I can't see anything."

Toshio takes the mask off of the boy's face.

The boy's face is covered with a leather blindfold.

Toshio then takes the blindfold off.

"Ahhh, I can see again." boy eyes was gaze on Toshio face. their eyes was meet each others.

"So beautiful eyes" Toshio thought.

The boy's eyes were a beautiful emerald green. They were a beautiful green color.

"Boy, you have such a beautiful eyes."

"Thank you, sir. If you like it, may you gaze deeper in my eyes?"

"Sure, boy."

"Ahhh" Boy said.

The boy's eyes were hypnotized.

Toshio gazed deeply into the boy's eyes.

"Ahhhh" The boy moaned.

"Ohhh, ohhh" Toshio was moaning.

The boy's eyes were glazing.

"I know you love my scent, right?"

"Yes, boy. I do. Your scent is so manly."

"My scent is so manly, isn't it?"

"Yes, boy. It is." Toshio fill his face with boy's smell.

"You want to inhale more deeply in my scent right?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Then inhale more deeply."

"Ohhh, ohhh" Toshio is inhaling the boy's scent.

The boy's scent is intoxicating.

"Ohhh, ohhh, it's so strong. So manly."

"My scent is so strong, isn't it?"

"Yes, boy. It is."

"I'm glad that you like my scent, sir. Then why you not take my suit, it's fill with my sweat and odor. You must love that smell."

"I will."

"Take my suit off, sir. I want you to inhale more deeply in my smell."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio started removing the boy's leather suit.

The boy's suit is made out of leather.

"My suit is made out of leather. Do you like it, sir?"

"Yes, boy. I do. I love the smell of leather."

"I'm glad that you love the smell of leather, sir. Then why you not take a deep sniff in my suit."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio started sniffing the boy's leather suit.

The smell of the leather is intoxicating.

"Ahhh, it smells so good, sir."

"I'm glad that you love the smell, boy."

"My suit is soaked with my sweat. You want to taste my sweat, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Taste my sweat, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio tasted the boy's sweat.

The taste was delicious.

"Your sweat is so tasty, boy."

"I'm glad that you like the taste, sir. Then why don't you take a sip from my balls?"

"Okay, boy."

Toshio drank the boy's sweat.

The taste was amazing.

"It's so good, boy. I love your taste."

"I'm glad that you love it, sir. Now why you not take of your uniform and fill yourself in my suit. I'm sure you love the feeling of my sweat on your skin."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio was completely naked now.

He was wearing only his tight spandex brief.

"You no need that brief. You want to feel your cock soak in my sweat, right?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Take it off, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took his brief off.

Now he was completely naked.

"Ahhh, I'm so naked, boy. I feel so free."

"I'm glad that you like that, sir. Now take a seat on the chair and feel my suit upon your body. I'm sure you love the feeling."

"Yes, boy. I love it."

Toshio sat down on the chair.

He could feel the boy's sweat on his skin.

"Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. I love the feeling of your sweat on my skin."

"I'm glad that you like it, sir. Now why you not feel your cock in my suit. I'm sure you want to feel my warmth around your cock."

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Feel your cock in my suit, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio put his cock in the boy's suit.

"Ahhh, I can feel your warmth, boy. It's so nice."

"I'm glad that you like the warmth, sir. Now i will lock this strap on you. I'm sure you love to be locked inside my suit, right?"

"Yes, boy. I do."

"Then take this lock, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took the lock from the boy.

"Lock my suit, sir. I'm sure you love the feeling of being locked inside my suit."

"I love the feeling, boy. The suit was so tight on my body!"

"I'm glad that you like the feeling, sir. Now i think you want to taste my salivar, this gag is soak with it. And you will suck the drool from the tube. You must love the taste of my drool, right?"

"Yes, boy. I love the taste."

"Take the gag, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took the gag from the boy.

"Put the gag in your mouth, sir. I'm sure you love to have your mouth full of my drool."

"Yes, boy. I love it."

"Then put the gag in your mouth, and feel my drool."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio put the gag in his mouth.

He could feel the boy's saliva in his mouth.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos..fyooogodyoo (Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. I love the taste of your saliva.)" Toshio was said in muffed form gagged.

"Wow i can't understand what you said.  But I'm sure you love the feeling, sir."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you like it, sir. But it's will not complete if you not feel my sweat in my mask, right?

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)."

"Let's me help put my mask on your head. I'm sure you love the feeling of your head be full with my smell, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

Toshio put the mask on his head.

He could feel the boy's scent all over his head.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos..fyooogodyoo  (Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. Your scent is intoxicating.)"

Toshio's cock was hard inside the suit.

"Your cock is hard, isn't it, sir?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you're so aroused, sir. Now i think you want to hear the sound of my voice, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you love my voice, sir. Then why you only heard only my voice, and obey it, love it. And feel the sensation of it. Your body is completely in my control."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

Toshio felt the boy's words.

His mind was full of the boy's voice.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos...my...boyyys (Ahhh, it feels so good, my boyyys.)"

"I'm sure you not mind, if I will fuck your ass. right, sir?"

"Yeaggaas (yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you want to have your ass fucked, sir. Then let's me put my cock in your ass."

"Ammhmmamammmu sos, boy yyyy (Ahhh, it feels so good, boys. Your cock is huge!)"

"I'm glad that you like having your ass fucked, sir. And don't worry I will not stop. I'm sure you will come from having your ass fucked by me, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you want to come, sir. Then feel my cock in your ass, feel it moving inside your ass, and filling your ass with my come."

"Ammhmmamammmu sos...my....boys.....yeees! (Ahhh, it feels so good, boys. I'm cumming!)"

"I'm glad that you came, sir. Now you will continue to serve me. And your ass will always be ready for me. My cock will always be inside your ass. You will always have my come inside your ass."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy. Please, Master!)"

"I'm glad that you want me to use your ass, sir. Now let's us taste each others cum"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)

"Good, now suck my dick. I'm sure you will love the taste of my cum"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, Boy)"

"Suck it. Suck my dick"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, Boy )"

The boy pull unzip a leather strap crotch and start to suck Toshio's cock.

Toshio was sucking the boy's cock.

They were both enjoying the taste of each others cocks.

"Hmmm, you are a good cock sucker, boy"

"I'm glad that you enjoy it, Sir. Your cock taste so good. And the way it fills my mouth, I just can't get enough. Good to know that this trade is not bad at all."

"What trade are you talking about?"

"Soon you will know"

The boy continues to suck Toshio's cock.

They both enjoy the taste of each others cocks.

"You make me horny, boy. I can't resist the temptation"

"That's what I'm talking about. I'm sure you will enjoy this trade. "

"I'm sure I will"

"Then cum, flood it in my mouth"

"As you wish, boy"

"Oh yeah, flood it with your cum. Flood my mouth with your cum. Yes. yes, fill my mouth with your cum"

Toshio shot his cum inside the boy's mouth.

The boy swallowed the cum.

"Hmm, you have such a tasty cum. I can't wait for you to do the same thing to me.

"Hmm, you are a naughty boy. And I love naughty boys."

"Thank you, Sir. Then drink my cum, take it."

Toshio sucks the boy's cock.

"Ahhh, the taste of your cock. I can't get enough.

"I know, you can't. And the taste of your cum, I can't get enough. So keep sucking it. Keep drinking my cum."

"Hmm, you are a naughty, slut. I love a slut"

"I'm glad that you do. So drink it all. Drink my cum."

"Ahhh, I will"

Toshio drinks the boy's cum.

"Hmm, the taste of your cum, hmm, it's so good. I can't get enough. "

"I know. I'm glad that you do. Now just wait.. ah i can feel it."

"What?"

"My body it's start to morph... Also your."

"My what?"

"Your body also start to morph. Ohhh. Ahhh"

"Oh my god! What is this?!"

"Your body start to morph into my body."

The boy body was growing, his figure was morping to be Toshio.

"No, no, what is this?!"

"Don't worry, It's will not hurt"

Toshio was looking at the boy, his eyes was widen. He was shocked.

"You are me, now, Sir."

"I'm who?

"You are me. and I'm Toshio now"

"How? Why? What did you do to me?"

"It's simple. This trade. You get my body, and I get your. We exchange our body, But you still my slave, right?"

"No! No! You can't do this to me."

"Of course, I can. You are my slave now, Sir. And you will serve me." The boy which now Toshio gaze to Toshio's eyes in shape of the boy, he whipser with slow, calm voice.

"You will serve me. You will obey me. You will do everything I say." Real Toshio eyes was start to blank.

"You will do everything I say." The boy whisper in Toshio's ear, Toshio mind was completely blank.

"I will do everything you say." Toshio said, his mind was full with the boy's word.

"You will do everything I say. You will be a good slave." The boy whisper in Toshio's ear.

"I will do everything you say."

"You will be a good slave."

"Yes. Yes. I will be a good slave. I will do everything you say.

"Good. Now kiss me. Kiss yourself."

"As you wish."

Toshio kisses the boy, he could taste his own lips.

"Now suck yourself. Suck your own cock."

"Yes, Master."

Toshio starts sucking his own cock.

"Good slave. Good slave."

"Thank you, Master.

"Let's stop for today, I'm sure i will enjoy with you later. Now your cock will keep hard but can't release, unless i'm allow you to.

"Yes, Master."

"Good slave. Good slave."

"I'm glad you have a good slave. I will take care of your body"

"You will. Now I will leave you here"

"As you wish."

New Toshio put a gagged back and check the boy's leather strap suit that was seal as normal. Then he look at Toshio's guard uniform. He pick Toshio's brief and smell it. He loves the smell. Think he got Toshio's fetish too. New Toshio took off Toshio's brief and put it on. He could feel his hard cock in the tight brief. New Toshio took Toshio's shirt and put it on. Then he put Toshio's pants on. Then New Toshio put on Toshio's shoes. He could feel the leather rubbing against his body.

New Toshio stood up and looked down at his new body. He was wearing Toshio's guard uniform. His new body was covered in tight uniform.

"Damn, I look hot in this uniform." New Toshio said.

New Toshio smiled and then walked out of the room.

New Toshio walked down the hallway. He was excited. He had a big day ahead of him. He was going to explore his new body and see what he could do with it. He had never been so excited before. He couldn't wait to start his new life.

Toshio, the old one, now was a no name boy, was laid on the bed watching his new master walk out. Toshio can only think he need to be a good slave and obey his new master.

"Yes, yes. I will be a good slave and obey."

#identity theft #stolen identity #gay #steal clothes #clothes stolen #steal uniform #uniform stolen #uniform #male body swap #body swap #body switch #male bodyswap #male body switch

[heartfeltcierra]

Marco X Reader Angst-Comfort

Warnings- Experimental abuse, mentions of needles and syringes, panic attacks and past trauma. Reader can transform into a rabbit.

Word Count- 3.5 K

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 “Good morning Y/N, do you need help carrying that?” Ace gestured to the large box filled to the brim with paperwork and medical charts. 

 “I’ve got this. Thank you for offering.” You smile at him and continue your walk to a certain blonde's office. 

 “Oh I see.” You look back to see Ace smirking wildly. “You taking that to your man?” 

 “He isn’t my man! ” You shoot a scowl at the smirking man. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. You wish you had never told the freckled faced man anything about your crush. Now all he does is tease you any chance he gets.

 “No not yet at least. You need to go ahead and tell him how you feel.” His tone turned slightly serious. “I speak for the entire crew when I say we are sick of seeing you follow him like a love sick puppy or I guess in your case rabbit.” He chuckled at his own joke. Classic Ace behavior. 

 “I’ll tell him when the time is right. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship.” You wonder if there will ever really be a “right time”. 

 “There is no time like the present.” Ace gave you one of his comforting wide smiles. “Besides I have a good hunch he likes you a lot more than you think. You're his precious little Y/N after all.” Ace stuck his tongue out in a taunting way.

 “Shut it fire farce. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get going. Unlike you I actually work instead of flaking out on job duties.” You stick your tongue back out at him, causing a pout to form on his face.

 “Whatever. Anyways I guess I’ll let you “hop” to it.” He chuckled again at his own corny rabbit joke. You watch as Ace walks away. The jolly roger on his back flexed with every step. He was proud of it, and you were just as proud of the symbol. 

  (Flashback)

   Ever since you’ve joined the whitebeards you feel like you have the family you always wanted. Although you didn't exactly walk up and join the bunch, they more or less rescued you. When you were young your parents sold you off to a scientist for money, you spent most of your life being experimented on. The scientist planned on making a bio-engineered weapon to overthrow the world government by turning them into small weak creatures that could be controlled easily. He was almost successful. He was able to turn you into a rabbit after a few years, the only problem was you could change back into a human. Most of the time you could change at will. But sometimes it happened sporadically. He was frustrated at the fact. You’ll never forget the day he came and grabbed you from the small cage, the angry look in his eyes. He dragged you down a hallway until you were outside. The first time you had been outside in years. To your surprise you were on a ship of all things. He called you worthless, his failed experiment. Without a second look he threw you off the boat and into the dark sea below. The cold water had shocked your small body. You were never taught how to swim. 

 After struggling to stay above water, you were lucky enough to find a small piece of driftwood floating. It was your saving grace. At that moment you were glad to be in rabbit form, the wood would not hold up your human body weight. After a few days of floating at sea with no food or clean water along with the heat of the sun , you were so weak you could not move. The thought of dying scared you,  but then again maybe things would be better if you were dead. Maybe death will bring peace. You had accepted your fate, now it was just a waiting game. You could hear the sound of faint wings flapping.  All you remember after that was seeing blue wings of fire, big hands grabbing your frail rabbit body and a voice asking “Can we eat it?” Luckily Marco, the one who pulled you from the sea also protected you from becoming rabbit stew. The doctor took pity on you, he could tell you were on the verge of death and he had a soft spot for small animals. He took you to the infirmary immediately and started healing you. You were up and moving in no time. Marco would smile at your progress, not knowing the small creature in front of him was not just a rabbit. You tried hard to go back into your human form, but could not no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating, you wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you. You also wanted to tell him your name was not “fuzzball”. 

  After a while you started getting used to being treated like a princess by the man.  He would hold you close to his warm chest as you took a nap.  He even made a small bed that sat on his work desk so could nap when he was busy. Every now and then he would caress your soft fur. His big warm hands had become your source of comfort and protection. It was unlike anything you have felt before. You have craved this feeling of safety for so long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. One night Marco was finishing some paperwork while you watched. He placed the papers in his desk drawer and got up from the swivel chair. “It’s time for bed fuzzball.” He picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms. And just like that, poof, you were back human again. To make things worse you were as naked as the day you were born. You’ll never forget the look of utter shock Marco had on his face. He held you up for a few seconds before sitting your feet on the floor. He wrapped his purple jacket around you. And gave you a confused look. 

 “Thank you for taking care of me. And my name is not fuzzball, it’s Y/N!” You blurted out and  smiled up at the very confused Marco. He blinked at you a few times, processing what just occurred.

 “Duly noted. You stay here, I’ll go get you some clothes fuzz- I mean Y/N” Marco ran out of the room. He had seen some weird stuff before but you took the cake. He came back with clothes and gave you some privacy so you could change. 

 You gave him his purple jacked back and explained everything to him. The first thing he did was apologize to you for petting your fur saying “It was rude” but you assured him it was okay. He took you to meet pops and the rest of the crew.  After the initial shock and questions from the crew you explained everything to Whitebeard, after he heard you never had family he asked you to join. Without anywhere else to go, you said yes and now you're officially a pirate and a child of Whitebeard.

Pops noticed how comfortable you were around Marco, so he gave you the job as his assistant/ secretary. Marco was a busy man and you know that first hand from watching. You accepted his offer. Now you mainly forged his signature on paperwork and help take vitals when it's time  for the crew's check ups. It was a busy job, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to work next to Marco everyday was the best thing to ever happen.

 (Flashback end)

 As crazy as it sounds, you were glad that twisted scientist had thrown you overboard. You would have never met Marco or the rest of the crew if he didn’t. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. Your trip down memory lane came to an end as you approached the door to Marco’s office/exam room. You knocked gently.

 “Come in, yoi.” Marco’s voice called out. A smile found its way on your face. 

 “It’s just me, I got all the paperwork signed and organized.” He swiveled his body around to face you. He gave you the lazy smile he always does.  

 “Thank you Y/N, I appreciate your hard work.” He stood up, all 6’8 of him towering over you. He gently grabbed the box from your hands and laid it on his desk. “How are you feeling today?”

 “No problem, I’m always glad to help. And I’m doing okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but nothing too bad.” Marco gave you a concerned look. You know he worries a lot about you and rightfully so considering most of your life was spent being injected with who knows what. All the unknowns made you anxious. His hand came down to ruffle your hair, he must have noticed the unease you were feeling.

 “It's okay, you're okay. Would giving you a check up make you feel better?” You nod your head and sit down on the exam table. You would be lying if you said you're not nervous. You trust him fully, but being in a situation like this makes you remember things you want to forget. Marco went through a drawer and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. He sat on his swivel chair and rolled over to you. “Breathe in and out normally.” You did as you were told as he moved the stethoscope over your back, listening to your lungs. “Your lungs sound normal.” He laid the stethoscope to the side and gave you a reassuring smile. 

 “Let me take your temperature and I’ll be done, yoi. Say ahh.” You open your mouth as he places the thermometer under your tongue. You hear a group of beeps meaning the reading was done. Marco had a concerned look on his face. “Your temp is 102. That is pretty high, I’m going to get you some meds to bring it down.”

 “Okay.”  You wait as Marco goes through cabinets searching for the medicine. Your eyes wander over to the small bed that is still on his desk. You still use it from time to time to take a nap. No one dares to bother you, especially with Marco around. He would beat anyone who tried to wake you up. Just last week he sent Ace flying because he was being too loud while you slept. Your heart swelled thinking about how protective he was. All the more reason you love him.

 “Here we go.” Marco’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He turned to face you and what he held in his hand made you freeze. You could feel your heart rate pick up and heat rise to your face from the panic coursing through your body. He had a needle in his hand. “Are you okay Y/N?” Marco walked closer causing you to scooch back away from him. You could only stare at him in horror.

 “No please, not that.” Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your face. You kept looking at the needle and syringe in his hand. Flashbacks came crashing in, all the time you were tied down and injected with something, all the times you screamed bloody murder for it to stop. All the small scars that littered your arms. It was too much. Your body unwillingly transformed into your rabbit form. Your flight response kicked in and you bounced off  the exam table and straight out of Marcos office. You need to hide, you need to find a safe place. 

 “Y/N?” You passed a concerned voice, but you were going too fast to understand who it was. 

 You ran until you got to your bedroom door. You go through the small hole Ace had carved out for you due to you sometimes getting stuck in rabbit form. At a time like this you were thankful. Your instincts to find safety landed you under your bed. Going to the main back corner, you curled into a ball and as the world collapsed around you.

~~~~~

 “Hey Marco, do you know why Y/N was running?” Ace peaked his head into the door. 

 “Unfortunately it was my fault.” Marco held the syringe up to Ace.

 “What did you do?” Ace’s face went angry as he looked at the needle. 

 “She has a bad temperature and I was going to give her a shot to help bring it down. I should have known better. After what she’s been through I can understand why she is afraid of needles.” Marco stood up from his chair walking towards Ace.

 “I see. Well I’m relieved to know it wasn’t on purpose. If it was, I was going to kick your phoenix ass.” Ace shot Marco an intimidating look.

 “That’s some tough talk for someone who wanted to cook her up, yoi.” Marco retorted.

 “I didn’t know she was a human at that time! What you did was much worse, scaring the poor girl who loves you.” Ace slammed a hand over his mouth a little too late.

 “I know she does.”  He could tell considering you made your feelings painfully obvious. “And it’s a mutual feeling. But that's not important right now. Which way did she go?”  

 “She was going down that way, if I had a guess she went to her room.” Ace pointed down the hall.

 “Thanks, I’m going to go make this right.”

~~~~~~~~

 The same scene kept playing in your head. Your body tied up to monitors, the sound of a iv dripping. You could hear it. It felt so real. The sense of doom was suffocating. Your eyes open, you're surrounded by darkness. You wanted to move but you feel frozen in place. Your ears pick up the sound of footsteps approaching your room. They stepped closer and closer until they were still in front of your door. The doorknob shook as the door creaked open.

 “Y/N are you in here.” Marco’s voice softly called out. “I want to apologize.” You wanted to call out to him, but you can’t. The fear of the past had engulfed you.

 “I am so sorry. I should have taken your past into consideration. I didn't mean to scare you and I swear on my life I won’t ever make this mistake again.” His voice was riddled with guilt.  After a few moments of silence, he started to walk out of the room, he must have thought you weren't in the room. You look at the one of the wooden posts that hold your bed up. You decided to kick your fuzzy leg against it to make a “thud”.  

 “Y/N?” Marco got down on his knees and looked at your body curled up underneath the bed. His heart shatters seeing you all alone, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Hey there sweet girl. Can you come out for me?”  Marco reached his hand out towards you. You hesitate for a moment, but you hop towards him until you sit in the palm of his hand. He pulls you out from underneath the bed and sits you on his lap. 

 “I really am sorry. I hope you can forgive me, yoi.” You look up at him and nod confirming you forgive him. You know he had good intentions. “I’m going to make that medicine in pill form for you. Do you feel comfortable going back to my office with me?” Again you nod your head. Marco stood up from the floor and held you close. The sound of his heartbeat was grounding you. He walks out of your room and shuts the door gently. 

 “It looks like you found the runaway rabbit.” Ace walked up and smacked Marco on the back. He looked down at your small form and gave you a small pat.

 “Yeah, we are heading back to my office, yoi.” Marco stepped back from Ace, as if he did not want him touching you. 

 “Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be late. Oh and Y/N, I have bad news. Thatch said we are out of carrots.” Ace gave you a fake sad face. Without hesitation you jumped from Marco’s arms and kicked Ace in the face with your little leg. He let out a small oww and you nestled back into Marco’s arms. “That was mean.” He came eye level with you.

 “You deserved it.” Marco brought you up on his shoulder so Ace couldn't get to you. “Well be there soon, I’m going to make her medicine first.” Ace nodded as you and Marco walked back towards his office.

 “I’m going to start grinding the meds, you focus on turning back human if you can.” Marco sat you down on his desk. He immediately started  rummaging  through different cabinets and drawers. Your body was calming down with each passing second. Marco had a theory as to why you turn into a rabbit spontaneously. He thinks it's something to do with stress levels. He told you to try to picture yourself in a happy place when you were stuck as a rabbit. It was funny, because being with him was your happy place. 

 “Ace told me something interesting.” Marco’s voice broke your thoughts. “He more or less told me how you felt towards me.” 

 You looked at Marco, who did not turn to face you. He continued rummaging through cabinets. You were going to beat Ace’s ass. 

 “You have definitely softened me up. Ever since you’ve been around the crew says I’m more “Gentle” on them. In all honesty you have me wrapped around your finger whether you realize it or not.” He started to mix together different ingredients while you sat still, listening to  his words. “I’ll never forget the time you wanted to go into town with me. I told you no, but you wasted no time turning into a rabbit and doing the little begging hands thing.” Your little trick ended up working. You and Marco went around the town collecting things for the ship. You didn’t exactly have money, but Marco insisted on getting anything you wanted. 

 “I guess what I’m trying to get at.” Marco turned around to face you. “I love you Y/N. I have for a while now, yoi.” He gave you a soft smile, one that melted your heart. So overcome with emotions, you jump off the desk and head straight towards Marco. Your body turned normal in the process, making you and him fall to the floor. 

 “Do you mean it?” You lift your body off of Marco’s, your eyes locked on his.

 “I do. Here, let me show you.” His arms wrap around your midsection, bringing your face down to his. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. You felt like you could float away if his hands were not holding you to him. “Was that enough, or do I need to convince you a little more?” 

 “I believe you.” You had tears coming from your eyes. Marco’s hand cupped your cheeks wiping them away. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

 “It’s okay, sweetheart.” The sweet moment is destroyed by your stomach growling. Marco let out a laugh. “We better go get food before it’s gone.” He stood up, taking you up with him so your feet stood on the floor. “Take this before we go.” He poured you a glass of water before handing you the medicine. You gulped it down.

 “Thank you, I feel better already.” You smile up at the blond who has a pleased look on his face.

 “Good. Now we better get going before that glutton Ace eats all the good food.” You laugh at his statement. 

 “Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll be passed out before he could gobble it all up.” You wrap your arm around his as you head towards the deck. You could hear the crew's rowdy voices booming. Lucky enough you see plenty of food on the tables, and Ace was indeed passed out on his plate.

 “Well well well. It's about time you two got together.” Thatch looked at you and Marco. You hid your embarrassed face in his bicep. Some of the crew whistled out, while others cheered. 

 “Huh, did I fall asleep?” Ace raised his head up. A piece of corn was stuck up his nose. His eyes settle on you and Marco. A big smile formed on his face. “Good. My work as a wingman is done.” His head slammed back down on the plate. Everyone shrugged his action off and continued eating.

 You and Marco sat down next to whitebeard who gave you an approving smile.  

 “Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Marco whispered in your ear. You nod your head. After dinner you escaped to Marco’s room. He carried your body as if it was weightless all the way there. He laid you gently on his bed and crawled beside you. 

 “I love you.” You say barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to him. The warmth from his body engulfed you. 

 “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” 

 End

#marco x reader #one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece comfort #angst with a happy ending #one piece #marco the phoenix #ace is a menace #marco x chubby reader

[lmm16]

Continuing where we left our group last, you can’t tell me it takes at least 2 hours to explain the whole plot of TWST wonderland to Yuu mom once everyone gets inside.

And while Yuu is pulling a ‘Matpat’ on their mom by trying to explain all the lore of TWST, everyone else is just exploring the apartment. They’re actually amused how similar this world is to their world, cause before hand they just thought Yuu lived in some kinda dystopian world……..yeah don’t know why they thought that. Idia though is just looking at Yuu Xbox and thinking, ‘Yuu needs a serious upgrade’.

After managing to explain the intense lore of TWST, Yuu mom decides that it’s best for everyone to make their main place of stay her apartment(which is a 3 bedroom apartment) since according to her, ‘You many sad children need a good home, so it might as well be this home’.

Once claiming getting the explanation cleared away, everyone starts to get the rooming situation figured out.

It’s actually quite hard since Leona mostly wants to be alone cause if he doesn’t get peace and quite for the night he might actually kill someone(not Yuu mom though he respects the women), Floyd would most definitely almost kill someone in their sleep if they disturb him in anyway, Sebek is like Leona would also need some personal space especially after the day he had, Cater doesn’t really care where he sleeps as long as he can get a peaceful night, Kalim just doesn’t want to be alone, Ace is just gonna go with whatever he gets cause after all the shit that happens he didn’t even care where he sleeps, and Idia would have an extetial crisis no matter who he’s paired with. The only person who didn’t have a hard time figuring out where to sleep is Grim since Yuu mom just so happens to have a cat bed lying around.

By the end of it, everyone gets a place to sleep. Cater and Kalim get the right side of the guest room while Sebek gets the left side(Kalim and Cater don’t mind sharing a side cause they’re both kinda clingy during the night and they both know sebek needs some personal space). Idia sleeps in the living room which isn’t much at first then the lucky part that comes for him is that the living room has the Xbox. Floyd gets to sleep in a kiddy pool on the balcony in his eel form which is good enough for him, of course they have to hang some curtains outside on balcony so people won’t see Floyd when he’s in Eel form. Leona sleeps on the kitchen counter facing a mini dinning area cause Leona can sleep anywhere and somehow get comfy no matter how hard or uncomfortable the surface may be…..also he’s technically a huge cat so it’s kinda funny. Finally for Ace, he gets to room with Yuu in they’re room, not only that, but they have to share a bed, which for Ace is actually okay, cause I’m retrospect he could have worse.

Once everyone goes to sleep, Yuu mom makes a nighttime check to make sure they’re all okay, once she gets back to her own room, she wonders what the future has in store, not only for her own child, but for the other 7 children and cat she has unofficially now adopted. By this point Yuu mom basically pulled a ‘I’m not gonna be your adoptive mom…..Im gonna be the mom who stepped up.’

The only problems they have left now is trying to find a way back to Twisted Wonderland, avoid the government, and trying to find a way to hide some of the groups more……..interesting features.

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #sebek zigvolt #kalim al asim #floyd leech #cater diamond #twst yuu #twst grim #New York Stranded Au

[euthoriaz]

HEY WHAT'S UP PEOPLE!! So sorry for being kinda inactive within the Cleon/Resident Evil fandom. BUT GUESS WHAT?!

THEY ALL ARE IN 1 MOVIE! And it's like one big reunion😭.

This is not a drill, guys.

I REPEAT. THIS. IS. NOT. A . DRILL.

Fans have been asking for Ada/Carlos/Billy/Sheva/Barry or basically every other RE characters to be in a movie TOGETHER. But this is just the beginning, folks. Let Capcom takes some baby steps cause I can see their effort in trying to hear us. On the other hand, we should be grateful for what we have right now (AKA THIS) rather than nothing at all.

I never once thought that Capcom would do this and making our wish comes true! We've been waiting for a long time. Even YEARS for this😭.

This, folks, in my humble opinion, is what a true fanservice is🥲👍🏻. Good move and marketing from Capcom! They know how to make such a powerful scene and poster to promote this movie!

Don't mind me attaching this again (cause I'm freaking excited😭).

This folks, this poster right here will always be iconic and historical for Resident Evil fans (both new and old generation).

I can't wait to see Leon and Jill interaction!

How do they meet?

Is Chris involved in them meeting each other?

Or is it because of the whole BSAA vs Government sort of thing?

SO MANY QUESTIONS I HAVE AND SO MANY DAMN SCENARIOS ALREADY PLAYING INSIDE MY HEAD JUST BECAUSE OF THAT.

Also, I mean yes I know that Leon and Jill will meet (I was shocked😂) B-BUT CLAIRE???? ESPECIALLY REBECCA?!! THIS IS BOTH OF THEM WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.

ALL. IN. ONE. MOVIE.

WHAT THE HELL IS GONNA HAPPEN IN DEATH ISLAND?

Something serious definitely happens if ALL OF THEM ARE POINTING THEIR GUNS LIKE THAT.

It's mortifying to see them taking action yet wonderful at the same time😂 Whoever the enemy is, they're a complete idiot for not throwing their ass out the second they see them like that💀

Like helloooooo??? Sir, Ma'am, for your informations, we have Chris a.k.a the boulder master, Leon our golden boy with that amazing hair, and I don't think I need to start with the women😂

If anything, HOW DOES EVERYONE MEET AT ONE MOMENT? CAPCOM BETTER PREPARE SOME GOOD STORYLINE RIGHT THERE AND NOT JUAT MAKING THEM MEET COINCIDENTALLY. That'd be weird💀

AND BASED ON THE SCREENSHOT, IT SEEMS LIKE THEY'RE GIVING CLAIRE SOME ACTIONS AND NOT SIDELINING HER!! Yay for this😭

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, (the most important part for me and other Cleon shippers😂)

Claire and Leon.

CLAIRE AND LEON.

THIS IS YOUR CHANCE CAPCOM,

YOUR DAMN CHANCE.

DON'T FREAKING RUIN IT😭

To see both Claire and Leon talking to each other or even have moments together will always make me happy. Over the moon precisely.

I-IF WE'RE EVER GONNA HAVE SOME CLEON MOMENTS-

I-MY HEART-😭

WELL WE BETTER BE THO😆. IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME. I'll cherish their moment, even the slightest bit, seconds by seconds. Hoping that we see both of them getting closer to each other because of the reconciliation😭. Just give me some Cleon moments please Capcom😩

There. I said it.

Thank you for coming to TED talk☺

#resident evil #claire redfield #leon kennedy #cleon #leon x claire #give us the cleon we want god dammit capcom #chris x jill #rebecca chambers #chris redfield #jill valentine #leon and claire #leon s kennedy #claire x leon

[gumilac]

— ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈. walls built

⁍ pairings. fushiguro megumi x reader

⁍ genre. royal au, contractual marriage, angst, hurt/comfort

aki's notes. hihi i have an artwork dedicated to this which you'll find on my sideblog @y-aki-soba and i'll link it on the m.list <33 enjoy~!!

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—; 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞.

“a masquerade? tonight?”

fushiguro fixes his collar and brushes away the bangs covering his eyes. he pushed back his hair today, but a few stubborn hairs fall, refusing to cooperate with the wax he used.

“yes, another one of our traditions.”

“and, the reason why i assume you do not know or you simply refuse to enlighten me.”

he scoffs and turns to face you, “today is the day where edo’in got freed from the clutches of a previous tyrant who caused hundreds of innocent lives.” 

“it is a masquerade for there was a group of rebellions who overthrew the corrupt government in the shadows. hence the reason why we wear masks tonight, it is to give a sense of anonymity. it is us zen’ins who lead the rebellion alongside the okkotsus and common folk.”

he stands tall in front of you, where you were seated on the bed, and he brushes his suit, “do i still not know the reason why, princess? and, did i refuse to tell you?”

letting out an irritated huff at his nonchalance, you stand up, going over to the wardrobe. too fed up to even put up with him.  

“please leave,” you say flatly, gesturing at the door, “i am to meet you downstairs when i am finished, will i not?”

he nods his head once, “yes.”

a lady gracefully walks to you, head bowed at the same time megumi backs out of the room. your eyes soften as you look at her and whispered something that megumi did not hear. not that it interests him, no. nor does he wish you look at him like that. she nods her head and megumi finally turns around to walk down the hall to the ballroom.

—; 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥.

“woah,” okkostu yuta, the prince of alke’tsu, nudges megumi with his elbow and mutters under his breath, that megumi had to lean down and strained to hear what he had to say.

“your wife’s beautiful.”

he looks up and sees you on the balcony of the stairs, gracefully bowing at the people who looked up at you, all stuck in a trance. him included it seems. he’s unable to tear his eyes from your figure and he drinks you in as his eyes look at your masked face, following the curves of your waist, and settling on the exposed skin of your collarbone and shoulders. he swallows the lump forming in his throat and coughs as his thoughts start to wander, heat creeping up his neck.

he excuses himself and bows his head as he pushes himself through the crowd to get to you, muttering small apologies to whoever he bumps into. he reaches the stairs and as his eyes lock onto yours, his world seems to slow. the music seems to fade with every step he takes toward you, and his eyes — you aren’t entirely sure —  hold a sense of possessiveness making your breath hitch when he takes your hand and softly kisses your knuckles, never breaking eye contact.

“what are you doing?” you whisper, as he takes you by surprise, and he smirks. his head is still leaned down as he looks up at you through his mask, still holding your hand.

“simply putting up an act?” he stands up straight and wraps your hand around his arm as he walks with you down the stairs. 

“isn’t that what we’re good at, princess?”

huffing, you look away, heart aching with his words. you had thought he was serious this time, but alas, he proves you wrong. of course, it is all an act for the people.

“indeed,” you quietly say, forcing a smile at the crowd who parts a way for you two. "just an act."

~

excusing yourself from megumi’s side, you make your way to the buffet, pouring yourself a glass of whatever was served. it is sweet as it touches your lips, refreshing your parched throat from standing in silence with your husband. thankfully, he allowed you to roam around the room, with the promise you shall return to him. seriously, you curse. he barely even looks at you, yet wants you by his side.

“something on your mind, mademoiselle?”

your thoughts are cut short when a man approaches you, with hair white as snow, and blue eyes that rival that of your husband’s.

“satoru gojo, of gaul,” he offers a coy smile and bows, making you courtesy in return for his polite gesture. and, you introduce yourself to this charming gentleman.

“a name that matches the beauty of the beholder,” he stands up straight and flashes you a smile, “how splendid.”

“thank you,” smiling at his flattering words, you bite back a laugh, “to answer your previous query, that is not entirely a lie, monsieur.”

“oh?”

he offers a hand and you take it, satoru guiding you to the dance floor. smiling at how gentle he holds you. he leans down to whisper in your ear, for he is quite tall.

“care to enlighten me, mademoiselle?” he looks at you, meeting your eyes. the music slowly starts playing and he swiftly turns you to face him, making you giggle. “i do not think i will.”

he laughs, airy and light, his arms wrapping around your waist, “so you’re that type?”

you shrug, smiling up at him, “i simply do not like to talk about it.” and, he’s a breath of fresh air from the constricting aura your husband has. he slowly waltzes to the beat, sapphire eyes never leaving yours as he holds your hand and twirls you around the dance floor.

“then i will respect that,” he smiles, lifting you up in the air on every fourth beat. 

“you speak with an accent, monsieur,” you ask, curious eyes looking up at him. “this has something to do with where you live, does it not?”

“an impressive observation," he smiles, gently lifting your hand for the dance, "the princess is ethereal as she is smart.”

“you flatter me too much, i simply went with my intuition.”

“and, is intuition, not intelligence? the highest form at that?”

tilting your head, you squint, a small smile adorning your features at his witty remarks. “am i mistaken, mademoiselle?”

you laugh, almost airy. breathless, you shake your head, “no. no, you are correct.”

you dance with satoru, unaware of the burning glare that’s aimed at your direction because megumi catches you dancing with the man. his sworn rival. an ugly feeling brewing in his gut as he excuses himself from okkotsu and maki. he pushes through the crowd and as he nears, he can hear your laughter. and, if it were not because of gojo making you giggle his heart would have — though it irritates him — futtered in his chest.

“what is gaul like?” you ask.

“romantic,” he says playfully, “it is the city of love after all.”

megumi stops short in his tracks when your voice is finally audible from the idle chatters and music. he looks around him, scheming a plan to get to you without causing a scene. he has to regain his composure and push down the unfamiliar feeling in his gut.

he pulls a girl from the crowd, spinning her around but he only keeps his eyes on your figure, waiting for the right moment. as soon as the melody changes, megumi knows you switch partners, and immediately, when he stands near you both, he pushes gojo away. wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, and he smirks as he now has you in his hold.

“dancing with another man?”

a deep voice makes your eyes shoot open — one you know all too well. for it is all you hear whenever you make a statement. it is not the same tone as your aquaintance earlier and sure enough, navy eyes are narrowed as they look at you.

“that is quite scandalous, princess.”

frowning, you glare up at him, “i think who i dance with is none of your business.” 

your eyes leave his as you search among the crowd for your white-haired companion earlier. he stands by the buffet, hands in his pocket, and waves at you smiling. megumi knows where you’re looking, and a deep rumble leaves him, his chest vibrating. 

“eyes on me,” he demands, and you glare at your husband. voice laced with venom. “i’d rather be blind.”

huffing, megumi furrows his brows, a prominent scowl on his face. you desperately wish it was satoru instead of megumi dancing with you, he has a more pleasant demeanor.

“is it not basic courtesy that he dances with the princess?” you ask.

“it is, but i do not like him around you.”

“and, why is that?”

“he is a womanizer,” he says firmly, and the arm on your waist tightens. rolling your eyes, you allow megumi to spin you around, lifting you up on every fourth beat. put up an act. 

"he flirts with every woman he sees, and i do not like the thought of him near you."

you scoff, “acting like a real husband right now, are we?”

a myriad of emotions flashes across his face, and your statement makes his eyes widen ever so slightly. taken aback by your words, retorts get stuck in his throat, unable to speak. you scoff, rolling your eyes, finding him unbelievable that the cat always gets his tongue at the mere mention that you are married. like he is in denial or doesn’t want to be reminded of the fact that you are his wife and the thought makes you fight back tears. 

looking away, you sniff, swallowing lumps forming on your throat. a ruined night, great. the music slows before finally stopping. gathering the courage to look at his eyes, you can not read the expression on his face. you stand there in silence, the chatter of the crowd fading. as he leans closer to swim the depths of your hues, megumi finds that your eyes hold thousands of questions, pain, and disbelief.

all because of him.

clearing your throat, megumi releases his hold on you, “i am feeling unwell. i speculate it is from the drink i ingested a few minutes prior.”

you give him a graceful bow and smile when you meet his eyes. but, he knows you are simply putting on a mask.

“kindly let the king and queen know. and, do tell them that it saddens me to leave so early."

it does not, he knows.

"for i will retreat back to our chambers.”

“yes, of course,” he says, “get well soon, princess.”

#—:{❧ dragon records} #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro #megumi #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #⁍ atone for you. series

[hoosurdaddy]

Hallucinogens.

Dark!Rue Bennett x reader.

(TW: HEAVY DRUG USE MENTIONED, rue being a horrible girlfriend, manipulative behaviour, isolation, alcohol, rue ruining the readers life).

Rue knew you had dreams. About leaving this shit town and going to college. She was so excited and giddy for you. She loved hearing you talk and gleefully exclaim about the exciting life you wanted to live.. Rue had promised you she was going to be there every step of the way..

But a part of Rue knew she would be stuck here, with the same people, in the same town and living in her moms home, probably doing nothing. Rue never wanted to admit she was envious of you and your dreams, she didn’t want you to go. To go be better than her with your amazing degree, travelling and experiencing the world, meeting people, opportunities.. no.

And what better way to stop you? feeding you drugs and alcohol? 

It started small. Rue robbing some of Elliot’s whiskey. It was fun, the hangovers were killers. Then eventually, when Rue claimed she no longer wanted to be hungover, she suggested weed. You were hesitant at first, but Rue was so convincing. “Just try it. You might like it.” And you loved it.

Then the weed moved onto harder drugs. Opioids, injecting morphine into eachother just for “fun”, even popping a few pills here and there. In both your opinions, it was a way to kill the weekend and breaks. But turned into a weekday and weekend habit.

You and Rue graduated (barely). You both decided it would be a good option to move into a small hut with cheap rent, wanting to “take your relationship to the next level” . You both got part time jobs to fund your habit after Rue “convinced” you to a year out, you agreed despite holding your dream so close to your chest. Rue knew your family and friends hated her. She ruined you, and your future.

“But baby, we don’t need them right?” Rue exclaimed as she wiped your tears after another horrible fight with your parents over Rue. “We only need eachother. No one understands us or our love.. they want to take you from me.. But baby, I’m all you need.”

Rue knew somewhere deep, deep down under all the drugs in your system; you hated her too. Rightfully so. Everytime you got a little too confident, she would knock you down a peg or two, just to keep you down.

As you brushed your hair in the mirror. “I think I might take a little break from the drugs and alcohol..” you announced suddenly. Rue was sitting on the couch with a joint in hand and a glass of vodka in the other. “I might.. I don’t know.. Go take a few classes at the community college down the road.”

“Aren’t they like expensive.. or some shit?” Rue muttered as she took a sip of the vodka, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat.

You looked so happy, looking at her. Oh wait.. you were serious. Rue knew you wanted get better and that annoyed her. Rue didn’t want you leaving. Who did you think you were? Just because you’re smart doesn’t mean you were fucking better than her.

You shrugged. “I mean.. I guess.”

The happiness drained from your face when Rue stood up abruptly, joint laying between her fingers. “You think you’re better than me is it? You wanna go out and try become some Elle Woods or some shit?”

“Rue…”

“I’m fucking serious, Y/N.” Rue yelled, moving up so close she was near your face. “I would rather you fuck Nate Jacobs, than go anywhere near that stupid fucking commu-“

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I’m talking about Rue.”

Rue threw her hands up in the air, letting the glass smash in the process. “Than what! Do we not have a good life together?” She groaned, gripping onto the top of her hair as she felt herself wanting to scream at you for being so careless with your thinking but decided to keep her voice low, wanting to anger you to the point of you looking crazy. “Do you realise they’ll fill your head with some stupid stuff.. Like.. Like.. Government weird type of stuff.”

“Stuff about the government?” You laughed. “Oh fuck off Rue.”

Rue stared at you. “Fuck off?”

You instantly regretted telling your girlfriend to fuck off. By the look in her eyes, you knew you had upset her. She was only trying to help you. “Rue, I am so sorry.”

“Do you want me to fuck off? Cause I can leave… I’ll leave right now and you will never see me again.”

You quickly stood up, rushing over to Rue who was heading to leave through the front door. You hugged her tightly. “Please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, shaking. Rue wasn’t sure if it was withdrawals or the fight, one way to find out.

Rue hugged back before pulling away. “It’s okay baby. You weren’t thinking right.” She smirked. “Lets go get high.”

#rue bennett #euphoria #rue bennett x reader #euphoria imagine #dark!euphoria imagine #dark!rue bennett x reader

[impossibleprincess35]

REPUTATION | 6. look what you made me do

[Excerpt:]

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted the crowds as he swept in and their eyes turned at once in his direction.

Muffled comments were heard throughout the room as reporters prepared their crews, and the infamous Lord Pre Vizsla of Mandalore, Governor of Concordia, approached the podium that had been erected at the head of the room where the lighting outside the ballroom had been softened by light diffusing panels. On the wall behind where he now stood, the Vizsla crest was displayed alongside the Concordian flag, and drapes in the House Vizsla colors adorned the room, as though he was the President of the United States giving a press conference.

“I have been called to action by the people of Concordia, and all of Mandalore, as our government is trying to understand what has unfolded in New York,” Pre began, pulling a pair of stylish silver rimmed glasses from his suit breast pocket and sliding them on. “As many of you know, the first forty-eight hours after a murder are the most crucial, and so we are doing everything in our power to cooperate with American law enforcement officials.

“We have recently reached out to INTERPOL to see if there is any assistance they can provide, as the deaths of two Mandalorian royal guards is a serious matter, not to mention the suggestion that this is anything more than an isolated incident.”

Pre Vizsla’s tall frame was anything but awkward as he charmed the room, with his icy blue eyes softening as he moved calmly and lured in the reporters with his act of concern. His incredibly fair hair was cut short, but painstakingly styled to look effortlessly casual. Any warmth he conveyed was heavily rehearsed, but still, he presented it well enough to win over the crowd with his deceptive practice.

A spokesperson for the Governor’s office stepped up and announced boldly for the room to hear, “Governor Vizsla has only a short amount of time to take questions, but we have time for ten. Those of you who were given clearance upon arrival, please, begin with the first reporter.”

--

Chapter 7/track 6 is up.

I have to share it again because PRE:

#reputation #obi wan x satine #obitine #fanfic

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Drew Sheneman, Newark Star-Ledger

* * * * *

Bill McKibben writes: 

A planet at 420 parts per million co2 is a different planet than one at 275 parts per million. If Captain Kirk was landing on it, the first thing his tricorder would register is the composition of the atmosphere; when you’re talking planets, it’s a pretty basic data point. 

So we don’t really know what surprises are in store—though that news that the Antarctic current was starting to slow like a hose with a crimp is fair warning.

I don’t say all this in the service of despair, but of preparation. We need to be psychologically prepared for the fact that, for all we’ve tried to do together, this crisis is about to worsen. Forewarned is, to some small extent, forearmed. I suppose some might need to prepare themselves individually too, though that’s not my focus (Alex Steffen, the futurist, has begun offering courses on ‘ruggedization,’ which links personal preparation to community resilience, and defintiely beats buying out-of-date MREs from your favorite rightwing podcaster).

But we really need to be prepared politically. Each of these surges in warming unleashed by the next El Nino comes with new political possibilities, as people see and feel more clearly our peril. At the moment, our climate politics, like our climate itself, is a little stalled. The surge of change that came from Greta’s school strikes, the Paris accords, the Green New Deal has waned; we’re in a new stalemate where the oil industry has learned to rely on delay instead of denial. It often takes them a few years, but eventually they get good at working the politics—for the moment, for instance, they’ve got their captive state treasurers locking banks and asset managers in place with the charged that worrying about the fiscal implications of the climate crisis represents ‘woke capitalism.’

As the next round of savage heatwaves proceeds, it will come with new pressure for action from our governments and corporations. We need to be able to channel that pressure effectively, with key goals in mind: the absolute end to new fossil fuel development and exploration, the quick weaning from existing supplies of coal and gas and oil and with it the equally rapid buildout of cleaner sources of energy, the unwavering support for the places and people hardest hit. 

There will be all sorts of emotions; I hope that the anger people will rightly feel is channeled toward the corporate and legal destruction of the companies that have lied for three decades and still represent the largest barrier to change.It’s just the right moment for Not Too Late, a new anthology compiled by two old friends who are also among the most stalwart leaders of the climate fight. 

Rebecca Solnit and Thelma Young-Latunatabua have managed something important: an alternative to doomism that isn’t sentimental or treacly, but absolutely serious. “Hope is not the guarantee that things will be okay,” 

Young-Lutunatabua says. “It’s the recognition that there’s spaciousness for action, that the future is uncertain, and in that uncertainty, we have space to step into and make the future we want.” I agree with that—with the caveat that the spaciousness doesn’t last forever. I have the strong instinct that this El Nino may be the last of these moments that the earth offers us in a time frame still relevant to making coherent and savvy civilization-scale change. We dare not misuse it.  

[Bill McKibbon]

#climate change #Drew Sheneman #Bill McKibbon #Not Too Late #get ready

[rjmitbranding]

Beyond Bordeaux: Chile’s Wine Treasures

South America. My classmates. Pisco Sour during Sloan Parties.

If I were to do a 'Family Feud' style exercise like we've done countless times in class, these would be my guesses for Chile. However, if I were to do the same for France - I would know that it is renowned for its wine - even though I've never tried wine once in my life. So if I were to ever find myself be the one selecting a wine for our table or to gift to someone, I would look for the second cheapest option and something that is made in France.

And why is that? It is because the cognitive association with France is stronger for wine than it is with Chile, even though Chile also falls as a top 10 world exporter of wine. And on countless times, like in the 'Berlin Tasting', Chile had scored the top 3 out of 5 scores while competing against the likes of the Old World Dominants - France.

The wine makers in Chile recognized and acknowledged this problem. They realized that no matter how good the quality of wine was in Chile, they would have to change the perception about Chile in general to create those strong associations. And the country did come together - the two rival wine consortiums created a joint consortium, the government backed them up with funding, they opened a London office and allocated a budget of USD 6M to spend on advertising - all the efforts were steered towards creating a Brand for Chile to be recognized and respected as a serious wine maker.

Despite their earnest efforts, it seems like they were able to attract customers from the lower end market than a super premium market - a command that countries like France were still able to hold over consumers' psychology. Taking the case of Concha Y Toro, it was a brand that existing for decades, had a huge international presence (in over 110 countries) and had huge acres of land to develop its own wines. However, it had combined all its brands under the one portfolio that had it difficult to move towards a more premium segment - despite having brands in that category.

As next steps, I would recommend Concha Y Toro to focus on a 'Top-Down' approach. Instead of trying to sell up, they can cater to the 'basic' wine segment by providing good quality. Given the uncertainty in the market, they can capitalize on this opportunity to utilize their own land parcels that are left idle, and buy out smaller wineries. Their previous record has supported this hypothesis sales in the 'basic' segment accounted for 57.5% of the firm's export by value and 74.4% by volume. The image associated with their brand has already become more common in the basic segment. They could reposition themselves as the one to introduce customers to the wine life - the quintessential rite of passage when beginning to drink wine.

#mitsloanbranding2024a #@desirepep

[wedreamedlove]

Rubbing my hands in glee at how we get to see all the other men’s measurements, although they don’t all measure the same thing. For example, no chest measurement for Sariel but we have his butt measurement.

Translations under the read more!

SHOULDERS (45cm)

A slim fit double-breasted suit tailor-made according to body measurements, and which reveals a strong decisive atmosphere in a solemn work occasion.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “Abusing your position for personal gain… Next time I won’t pretend I didn’t see that.” BAD MEASUREMENT = “Do it again, this isn’t the skill level you should have.” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “Accurate measurements are the first step to tailoring clothes. You did very well.”

HANDS (16cm)

A watch that was meticulously carved by a famous craftsman and it is impossible to find a fault with any details on its face. It’s an expression of taste and bearing.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “Nngh, that’s enough… Do you need to touch me for so long?” BAD MEASUREMENT = “A minor mistake may lead to serious consequences, re-measure it again.” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “Not bad, you’re showing the skill a designer should have.”

BUTT (92cm)

Relatively low-key striped trousers that look natural paired with any suit while, at the same time, are a decoration that brightens people’s eyes.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “Don’t mess around… Do the work in front of you properly, as for other things… we’ll talk about it later.” BAD MEASUREMENT = “Are you certain this is the precise measurement you’re looking for?” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “Your actions can be considered clean and neat, the number is also more correct.”

NECK (36cm)

A silk tie with a fine cut and made out of exquisite material. There’s no need to take a careful look to become fascinated with the lustre of its surface.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “Ahem… pay attention to our location.” BAD MEASUREMENT = “Instant success isn't obtainable, you can do it slowly next time.” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “A skilled technique, it appears you've done quite a bit of homework.”

HEAD (55cm)

Simple glasses with flat lenses that are used as a tool to add an elegant temperament and, over time, have tacitly become a partner for group photos.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “… I just knew you were up to no good, have you touched me enough now?” BAD MEASUREMENT = “Don’t be nervous, it’s not a serious problem if you do it again.” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “I don’t normally wear glasses, but if you make a finished product then I suppose I can try them on.”

FEET (26cm)

Classic leather shoes that highly match the needs of a government employee and are suffused with the light of being brand-new at all times.

FAIL MEASUREMENT = “… Stop messing around, I’m not that ticklish.” BAD MEASUREMENT = “Making a product with this measurement, is this something you can accept?” PERFECT MEASUREMENT = “Do you only exert this much effort when it comes to designing?”

#光与夜之恋 #light and night #LN sariel #LN qi sili #My translations

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Ch. 5 Escape - Baneful Royal (Kylo Ren x Reader)

[A/N] so the last time I had posted for this fic, it was a hot minute ago. And when I say hot minute, I mean about close to a year. SO with that being said, here is the 5th chapter. This one was kinda hiding underneath a bunch of commission files so finding it now was very nice. If you would like to read more Kylo fics from me, I have a Masterlist link in my bio, as well as a A03 and wattpad under the same name. Thank y’all for reading <3

There was no time to feel guilt. 

There was no time to feel anything. 

You were ushered without a thought. Running on autopilot, the disturbing sounds of a city thrown into chaos were drowned out with your focus elsewhere. Cate’s arm was looped into yours, the cloaked figure of Kylo walked in front of you without assistance or care. The deed was done, and the next step was approaching soon. 

Pushed into a carrier, it wasn't until you felt the deep rumble of the ship coming to life that you finally came back to the present. Seated and strapped in, you glanced around you to see Cate at her place behind you. On her side, two guards of Ren stood like stone, waiting patiently. For what, you didn't know. 

Voices spit out necessary actions for takeoff, with a confirmation greeting. A captain’s seat sat in the middle, with Kylo planted firmly. With each acknowledgment of action, he nodded. A shake, and you were off into the air and into the atmosphere. 

“What’s happening now?” You turned to Cate. “Where are we going?” 

You knew of your certain protection, but nothing else after. Had you left when the Colonel told you to, maybe you wouldn't have been labeled a possible enemy to the planet. Gone off quietly, you might have still been on Naboo. You showed yourself rather idiotically. With a hand out in offer, any chance of going home was thrown out the window. 

Cate looked straight ahead blankly, ignoring your asking gaze.

“I said where are we going?” You asked. Ignored, you watched as Cate’s pupils flashed quickly to her side, towards the knights. Turning back in your chair, you realized. You sabotaged her mission, and any other advice or word could further deepen a possible and serious “demotion”. 

Watching as Naboo faded away in the side windows, you were startled with Kylo's sudden announcement. “On our arrival, we are to ignite engines for light speed on route to Coruscant immediately.” 

“This wasn't part of the plan.” You said aloud, shocked. “I didn’t agree to this part.” 

“Then what was, councilwoman?” Kylo called to the reluctant voice. “Had you listened, we wouldn’t be taking the actions that we are now.” 

“I wonder with whose help.” You spat back. The newly deceased governor was right. There was an argument wherever you went. 

“The option to go back and drop you off is always open. But, I hope you realize that actions will have consequences.” He stated, almost tauntingly. “It would be a shame to see your head on a spike.” 

“A favor was given for the good of the people.” 

“They won’t see it that way.” He sneered, leather glove squeaking. “The truth is soon to come out. Where are you going to go when that does happen?” 

It was best to shut up. 

With many to witness, the assassination of a government official was without a doubt a high profiled crime to commit. To accompany the ill news, the revelation of a colleague and former head of state with her hand in his murder would surely send embarrassment to the planet. More harm was caused than good. 

Maybe it was the smartest idea to escape. 

You shut your eyes tightly as you the grim thought of Abie and Sara finding out. You lied to them both. Hatred was a driving factor, but not murder. You prayed that they could one day forgive you. It was probably going to take a long time to do. 

You saw the faint reflection of the Finalizer bounce off the glass panels, indicating your destination was close. 

“The Supreme Leader’s secondary vessel requesting permission to dock, copy.”  

“Permission granted.” A modulated voice rang out. “Prepare to unload.” 

The last First Order ship you had visited was nothing compared to this. The vast high ceilings towered over all, with as many small ships docked neatly into the walls. Officials ran amok, hurrying to finish a job or to clear the way. The ship jostled as it landed, causing you to tussle in your seat. 

“Wow.” You whispered. 

“I believe it is time to disembark, councilwoman.” You heard Kylo say, taking off his seatbelt. You did the same, standing up as gracefully as you could. 

You felt the faint brush of Kylo’s cloak graze your leg. Standing next to you, but not fixated on you. His presence felt overpowering, like he had done this many times before. The adrenaline was still rushing in you, garnering you to shake and quiver slightly. 

As the hatch opened, you saw two single file lines on either side of stormtroopers. They stood with their blasters in hands, looking straight ahead in respect. As you inched forward, you caught eye of a special trooper. Tall and donned in shining silver, this stormtrooper was like no other. A black cape hung over one shoulder, with a red line trimmed on its hem. With no eyes to look into, you could only imagine what kind of a being they were. Their air was grand, big shoes that were filed with fear and respect. 

“Welcome back, sir.” They said to Kylo. Their feminine tone was evident in their voice, clear and orderly. You had no thoughts, except one. If they are a she, then that is one big woman. 

Still in awe, you almost missed the silver commander’s next question. “Have we acquired the subject?” 

“Affirmative, Captain.” Kylo replied, walking next to her. 

“Hold on, subject?!” You called out, still two steps behind them. You tried to rush to Kylo, desperate for answers. Before you could reach him, gloved hands pulled you by your forearms and held you back. You glanced at them both, visors staring down menacingly at you. With Cate’s footsteps echoing off the ramp, the image of her strode in front of your person. Still blank. 

“You are to be escorted onto the ship until we hit lightspeed.” Was all she said before turning and joining Kylo. 

Your head dropped. All of this felt fake. Nothing of it felt real at all. Not even an hour ago, you were home. With a skip in your step about the future and being free of the thorn in your side, only to be replaced with another. Slowly and painfully, it was going to be hard to dig this one out. 

A First Order vessel. Shooting out of the sector and into the inner Rim. The death of a political official and your life as you know it. All within a short amount of time. The time to process it began as you were escorted out of the hangar and into the ship itself. 

You felt like you were hit with a ton of bricks. 

The hallways bustled with every employee of the Order, rushing to unknown locations. The memo of lightspeed must’ve been ordered quickly. All of their heads were down as you passed them, averting their eyes from walking cloaks of darkness on either of your side. 

You clasped your hands in front, careful to take note from those around you. You glanced up at the Knights, whose boots clanked almost like the Supreme Leader’s. There was emptiness to their step, like strictly programmed droids who were on the way to the next task. 

“Are you both allowed to talk to me?” You asked, looking up at one of them. They continued in silence. “I see. Maybe a vow of silence.” 

You felt the need to press further. It looked like a risky attempt to talk to monsters carrying you to your death. Risky, or maybe sad. 

“Those weapons look menacing. Serious damage to anyone that crosses you.” 

Silence. 

“Good, I didn’t want to talk to you bucketheads anyways.” You muttered, rather disappointed from the one sided talk. 

You heard the same leather squeak from them like you did with Kylo earlier. You looked down at one gripping his weapon rather tightly. You swallowed, yet taking another que. At least it relieved some of the stress you were carrying, saying that. Sad that they were in your path of insult, but then again, you would swiftly be met with a blade in your throat. 

The tight hallway grew to a broader area, full with more First Order personnel. Stormtroopers guarded every corner, standing at full attention. The knights beelined you to two sets of blast doors, with people bustling about. Most walked in and out, in pairs or with a holopad in hand. When coming into their sight, there was another hush among them. But this time, there were slivers of notice. Gawked at wasn’t new to you, but the setting was. 

The blast doors opened, revealing the bridge of the ship. Various stations were hard at work operating the ins and outs of the ship’s defense and operation. So focused, there was no acknowledgment of your presence. There was a quick conclusion that if they were looking anywhere besides their screen, they would be shot on sight. 

Ahead of you were the giant windows out looking at Naboo. It felt like a screen, seeing your home from miles above the surface. Growing bigger as you were walked further in, you couldn't help but tear up just a little. 

These conflicting feelings of justifying your dark deed for the good of the planet and your own wounded morals clashed against one another, fighting for the dominance of your stand. You had sickened you, the need to fill your own selfish gain. Moment of passion destroyed your life as you had known it. Now it was time to pay the consequences, but stubborn as you were, it was going to be hard to accept it. 

“You are to wait here. Our Master will join shortly.” One Knight croaked, voice startling you out of your moment of sentiment. 

They backed up some, keeping their distance. The blast doors opened again, this time the flamed hair general jaunting towards you. You flipped around, taking in a deep sigh. Bound to be on an official First Order ship, you had to at least expect to see him sooner or later. 

“Ah, councilwoman.” He shot you a grim, wide smile. “We meet again, under some unfortunate circumstances.” 

“Unfortunate, indeed.” You replied, gripping your hands tightly. “Where’s the Supreme Leader?” 

“Oh come now, at least give me a chat.” He feigned disappointment mockingly. “After all, this is my setting, my domain. I am more than welcoming.” 

“I’ve been told, or rather talked over, that we are to be out of this sector any minute now.” You said. “The Supreme Leader cannot possibly be holding out on an escape.” 

“I wouldn’t call it an escape, councilwoman. However, we may just have a chance at some resolution to the chaos that put us here in the first place?” Hux raised his brows. 

You tried to read his face to see if it had some truth. You silently hoped that you weren't being pushed into another set up. Peace with Naboo was what you so desperately strived for. It would calm your worried mind. If it meant that you could never return to maintain harmony, you would take it. But not without heartbreak. 

“Then let us try.” Hux finished, turning his back to you as he continued with his recent assessment for departure. How acutely they all listened, hanging on to every quip and jeer he threw out in his words. Still able to take orders under such stress, unlike you did. “Annoying as this inconvenience is.” 

“I did what I did for a reason. You would too if you were pushed so far.” You snarled back. “Would you have done it too?” 

Hux glared at you, his face changing so slightly. Eyes softened, almost to sympathize. Human as you both were, maybe it did cross his mind of holding himself out from the rest. He glanced up. The doors opened and Kylo glided in. The scowl came back and so was the top general of the First Order. 

“I give commands and follow orders.” He said. “I see no reason for such emotion.” 

“It's a proper system for a machine to work. There's a purpose for it.” Kylo followed up, his helmet still on. “But we are not droids.” 

“And you encouraged it.” You said to him, staring into his dark visor. “I'm not the only one at fault here.” 

“Who said it was not the right thing?” You heard Kylo said lowly in his helmet. Moving closer to you, his voice was soft enough to not be picked up by the vocoder. “Put trust in that decision, (Y/n).” 

Biting down on your lip, losing your focus on him. 

“Put trust in me.” 

A beep sounded off loudly on the bridge. “This is the Security Force of Naboo requesting urgent communication with your vessel.” 

Breathing in deeply, you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Thumping loudly, rhythmically against your rib cage, you would rather your heart did some damage right now. Anything to avoid this, avoid your betrayal. 

“Stay here. Leave communication to us.” Kylo said. “You will not move from your spot, unless I say otherwise.” 

“I will not move from this spot unles you say otherwise.” Aghast at the loss of control of your body, your feet planted where they stayed. Frozen once more. 

“Holograph transmission, sir. Permission to accept?” A controller asked from their position. 

Permission granted.” 

Kylo and Hux stood in front of the transmission circle, their fronts lighting up with the familiar blue light. You drew in your breath as you saw the Queen, standing solemnly with Abie at her side. The Queen conveyed a deep seriousness you knew deep inside her. Dormant, having been cast aside when the council had done it for her. It wasn’t the childlike display of fear that was present. No. It was the face of a proper monarch, ready to take on her new challenge for her people. 

“Appearance is everything,” you told her. “They won’t just take your words into consideration.” 

For a brief moment, the creeping anxiety of your situation disappeared. In its place, was pride. Just for a second. Abie, on the other hand. A different story. His anger seethed off of him, being well seen from almost everyone on the bridge. 

“Your Majesty, to what we owe the pleasure of your company?” Hux said. 

“There is none, General. I would like to be told of the reason for my urgent return to the palace, with my home in disarray and chaos. Our Governor slain and my councilwoman nowhere to be seen.” She proclaimed. “Even with our arms open to your presence in our desperate hour, we are repaid with nothing but hardship.” 

“Although a controversial decision, your majesty, it was the right one.” Kylo began, taking over for Hux. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear the murderer tell his side of the story? “Let's face the clearer picture. Governor Sillin was a joke to Naboo. A laughing stock to the galaxy. So in fairness, the First Order did what was the preferable outcome.” 

“Did this outcome happened to include the disappearance of Councilwoman (L/N)?” Queen Revisalla snapped back, her tone grew sharp. “Full control is what you strive for, then so be it. But I ask, no I demand that she be returned alive and unharmed.” 

“I see.” Kylo replied, feigning a deep thought. “I’m afraid I cannot allow for the release of her into your hands.” 

“And why?” Revisalla asked, the tension from her and Abie grew even more. “This is beyond ridiculous. To capture a government official and a former monarch is a serious crime.” 

“That does not matter to us, as you can tell your majesty.” Hux cut in, clasping his hands behind his back. “We did ask for full allegiance in order for help from our forces. Young as you are, do try to take a smarter route and think of this as a small price for our assistance.” 

How badly you wanted to break free of your place and take down Hux as well. You wouldn’t need a saber for this, only your bare hands. 

“I understand your emotions, your majesty. “Kylo stepped forward. “There is a shared understanding when something dear is taken away from us. It becomes a driving force, our mindset. Sometimes for the better.” 

You gazed at the queen. Her eyes glanced down, in deepful thought. It wounded deeply as you saw her face drift into each possibility and hard decision. Everything was spilling over. Whatever was to happen next was going to determine your place. Your life was on the line. And so were the million lives on the planet. 

“I will not back down without a fight for this.” Revisalla spoke clearly. “We will bring her back, with your help or not. I will see to it that she is returned home alive.” 

Your breath was knocked out of you. There was a vague idea on what kind of response that would be. 

“So be it.” Kylo said. 

“As you left us no choice your majesty, we must do what is necessary.” Hux proclaimed, turning to the rest of the bridge. “All personnel to their stations. Deploy the TIEs. Let's make sure the message is sent.” 

“Yes, sir.” The voiced response was swift, echoing in your ears as the worst had to come. Still frozen to your spot, there was no way physically that you could try to stop this. But you were going to try. You heaved as you struggled to move. The fight response in you cried out to be released. 

“Wait, no!” You screamed. Suddenly, as if to be let off a chain, you stumbled forward. Catching your step, you rushed to the hologram, panting. Revisalla took a sudden intake of breath, surprised. So did Abie. Shaking your head, you held up your hands. “You don’t want to do this. Please do not do this.” 

“Halt the deployment of TIEs.” Hux commanded. Your adrenaline dropped in relief. 

“Is your safety compromised, Lady (Y/n)?” The queen asked you. Abie’s appearance could’ve looked just like yours, relieved but shaken. 

“No, I’m fine. I’m okay.” You breathed. “I beg your majesty to listen. One person to an entire people, it cannot happen.” 

“Excellent point.” Hux mumbled. 

You ignored his remark as you tried to find the right words. “I am not worth it. If this is where my path leads me, this is where I stay. I need you to understand that.” 

Revisalla swallowed, her fingers slightly tugging on her long sleeve. Not only were you talking to her, but to your heartbroken friend as well. He looked down, so still you thought the hologram was frozen. 

“I understand. Efforts in the future to retrieve your person will be permanently terminated.” Strong and loud, you felt the tug of loss. You were now officially a subject to the First Order. 

You nodded. 

“Before our communication is severed, there is something I need to ask of you.” Revisalla added. “There are words of your involvement in the death of the governor.” 

You felt Kylo’s presence flair behind you. His air taunted you as the cold truth was about to be let loose in the open. This was a moment that he was waiting for, as if he was waiting for the downfall of your life. 

“Is there truth to this?” She finally said. 

You looked back at Kylo. As it pained you to say, this truly meant there was no way to return back to home. The tie would be forever severed. The planet would be safe. Abie and Sara would be safe. The queen will be safe. And maybe peace will find its way back to Naboo, with a brighter future for everyone. The one you so longed to see.

“Yes.” You replied firmly. “I killed Sillin.” 

Abie’s shoulders fell in defeat. Revisalla nodded solemnly. The disappointment from both of them radiated strongly.“I-“ 

“There you have it, your majesty. Loud and clear.” You were cut off from Hux. “It is now time that we make our departure from the sector.” 

“I bid you all farewell.” Revisalla’s tone was monotonous, professional. Just another goodbye to visiting “diplomats”. The hologram faded and you were left with the sight of Naboo once again. 

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