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lolli-popples · 3 months

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The Missing Link in Scott's Characterization

(Wrote this in a random document and I think it's good so I'm loosely transcribing it here)

These are some of my thoughts on a crucial facet of Scott's character in the Life Series that I think is overlooked by the fandom.

From my personal viewpoint, people put a lot of emphasis on Scott's caring about his allies over everything else. I think this is an important characteristic. However, I think this being shown as the most central trait is a detriment to how people read his involvement with the overarching narrative. It might be less of a problem if he wasn't directly involved with the final fight of nearly every Life Series.

Because of this combination of things, his main interaction with fans' reading of the final fight is being willing to do anything to make sure his friends win. It gives people the tendency to attribute some victories partially to him, which upsets people who want main read of the story to focus entirely on the winner. But this also has meant that one of Scott's main traits is overlooked.

Just as much, and often, more than Scott values his allies, he values fairness. To showcase this, let's look at Limited and Last Life, where he had the most control on how the final fight took place.

In Last Life, when it's down to the final four, Scott *could* have teamed up with Pearl, his ally all season, to kill Martyn and Ren. That aligns with wanting either your or your allies to win, no? But he doesn't. He suggests they split to the 4 corners of the map and have a fair fight on equal footing. Very fair.

With Limited Life it's even more apparent. Scott and Martyn have an impressive amount of time. They could both still die multiple times. Impulse is running out, and there's a numbers advantage. They could have killed Impulse and Scott could have let Martyn win, or Scott could have given Martyn his time to fight Impulse alone. But instead, he suggests they all go down to the same amount and have a fair fight.

In both situations, Scott puts fairness *over* an alliance victory. Even though Limited Life didn't end up ending fairly, that had nothing to do with Scott.

Double Life certainly has the strongest claim on Scott "letting someone win". That his death is an apology for abandoning Pearl.

But if you listen to what Scott says in the finale, he never apologizes. He says he didn't think they'd get this far, he says she deserves this more than him, and then he says the iconic "Tilly death do us part."

Scott didn't fight Pearl. But I don't think it came out of remorse. I think that too, came from a sense of fairness. Which is that Pearl, by all accounts, DOES deserve this win. If they fought it would basically be up to a draw. To chance. Scott has every chance of winning. But if you go over the events of Scott's final episode, he mostly runs. He survives. While Pearl 1v2'd two separate pairs and won! The only reason Pearl hasn't killed Scott already, who has been her enemy all season, is because they were randomly assigned to be soul-linked. A concept Scott has fought since the very beginning. He knows that while he never hurt their chances, Pearl is the reason they are here, and Pearl is the reason he is here. It wouldn't be fair for Pearl to lose to what is basically a coin flip. So, he doesn't leave it up to random chance.

So yes, Scott is loyal and does care about his allies, he proves that again and again. But the way he is involved in how the series end shows that his sense of order and fairness are equally important. Also, I think viewing his contributions from this angle help remedy some of the reasons people don't like his usual characterization because of how it effects the agency of other characters.

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sacredlux · 3 months

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#spirituality #poetry #ascension #nature #affirmations #enlightenment #inspiring quotes #law of assumption #love #consciousness #abundance #aesthetic #words #writers on tumblr #chaos magick #magick

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nihilosphere · 3 months

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"Blessed are the meek. For they shall inherit the earth."

Matthew 5:5

The meek can have the Earth. Look at the state the meek have left the Earth in. Everything is a disaster. Nature is being destroyed. Everyone has some kind of condition. We can't breathe each other's air anymore. Humans have become a malignancy. "Civilization" has become a cancer. Our ideologies are illness.

But fear not - The Earth will eventually reset the balance. My eyes may not see it, but I feel a great satisfaction in knowing that the reckoning is coming. The only solution now is annihilation. Then things can start anew. Possibly without humans at all.

And so, for now, meek ones - the earth is yours. Enjoy your manifestation. Hails to those who find beauty in the cruelty of Mother Nature. The whole of humanity shall suffer all it deserves.

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chaoticjoke · 10 months

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@apphrodite cont. from here

Black-rimmed eyes lazily followed the blonde's movements. "Proud?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, amused with the blonde's words.

Did she just call him "sweetcheeks"? The Agent of Chaos wasn't sure if he was alright with that term of endearment. "There's nothing to be proud of, Becks. Not much of an accomplishment."

"But-ah---" a sound of the opening switchblade pierced the air. "I can make you a badge of honor!" Joker giggled, his gaze darkened, eyes glimmering with malice. "C'mere", he encouraged, patting the spot to sit next to him.

#apphrodite #;;chaos is the law of nature #[ oops XD his idea of flirting is so gross ]

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jtownraindancer · 7 months

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#helped my nephews with their german and geology homework today & both told me they wished i was their teachers #c said i helped him understand more about plate tectonics after only half an hour with me versus four weeks in class #and l said my speaking Only in german was a huge help because he didn't have to try to mentally translate #ngl it kind of gave me a confidence boost bit more i just wanted to help them out ya know?#i DID want to be a teacher at one time but i never could decide on a focus #literature is like breathing. history is second nature. the sciences were/are my passion-#but anyway.#twas a good day~ my nephews got their homework done i got to have drinks with my siblings and my #future cousin-in-law and i got to raise chaos together #and i wore my mothman earrings ♡#personal #shut up ace

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nikkisticki · 11 months

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Since it appears to have made that dipnut angry I just wanna say that Jordan Peterson is in fact a Nazi, or at the very least thinks they are really cool and great (and he's a real expert of them!)

It's pretty easy to prove he's full of shit because he loves to tout the idea that trans identity is some new thing (and also the fault of "Cultural Marxists", I'll give you five seconds to guess what that's a dog whistle for) when the Nazis burned the first trans research clinic in Germany to the ground.

Either Mr. Lobster is aware of this and knows he's lying, or he simply isn't aware and lied about being an expert on Nazis simply to praise them under the guise of a wise centrist.

It's an entertaining game to take anything Peterson claims and then see how long until you find proof he's either wrong or lying (shout out to when he claimed to not defend the patriarchy only to use the words "that's partially why I defend the patriarchy" within a minute of saying it)

#He also isnt that good at understanding things he reads #No really he has a really fucked view of a lot of people he claims to be an expert on #jordan peterson #Is a nazi #right wing bullshit #conservative #He loves to claim hes not but guess what #stop lying #cuckoldry #Mr. Lobster #Law is straight white women of a petite nature while chaos is thick colored women #No no trust me its a great idea comas solve all your prohlems

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minus-starcatcher-beyond · 2 years

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Wait, Dave...you'd like to teach history? Why is that?

Also, I forgot two questions in my last speed round:

6. Bambi/Dale/Brobgonagal: Do any of you guys know a certain person by the name of "Bandu"? He's a great guy, you'll LOVE him.

7. Mark/Cesar: Have you guys had to deal with any "alternates" lurking around, either here or in your original world?

“Well, for one, I think that it’s interesting. I’ve always loved learning about history! But I suppose I just love learning about humans in general. And also, because the other subjects seem a lot more.. like torture? Especially math. Seriously, have you ever met someone who actually enjoys math?”

“Yeah, I know Bandu. We’re super close, he’s the best! We’re like brothers!”

“Yeah. I guess he’s alright. He can be kinda annoying though sometimes, that’s for sure.”

“He’s sorta nice..! I like him.. he’s always got a lot of.. energy.”

“Yeah, we’ve had to deal with alternates. They’re always trying to kill us! Or, well, more like make us go crazy but you know what I mean! And they’ve already killed pretty much everyone we know.. it’s.. it’s scary, man.”

“…but we beat them… m-most of time..”

#ready for takeoff!/ answered ask #god of law and order/ dave #the essence of nature/ brobgonal #bringer of doom/ dale #lord of corn and chaos/ bambi #hot and cold/ mark #a silent voice/ cesar

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chryzure-archive · 1 year

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once again thinking abt chaos seeing chrysi’s fangs + sensing that she’s… somewhat off, and he’s vv freaked out by it. “jacks, what the HELL is wrong with your gf?” “i mean, lots, but also nothing at all 🖤 why, did you notice her fangs?” “obviously!” “….yeah i’m not sure abt them either.”

#memorie.txt #chaos studying her under a microscope and softly muttering ‘what the hell? what the hell?’ under his breath #like on principle i don’t care for any of the new fates because they’re weak and lame and bad characters but also consider:#vampire guy seeing jacks’s new vaguely-vampiric gf and being like ‘ohhhh….. NEW laws of nature have been broken by her existence……’#s.chrysijacks

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venturousheart · 2 years

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I'm not exactly here because I'm in Dublin with my mum but look at this ridiculous creature

#ooc (( feegle's face ))#eye contact tw #Apparently it's a natural law that cats called Loki have to be chaos and this one definitely is #He st on my chest for a solid five-ten minutes after that and don't even get me started on the toilet cuddles...

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radbeetle · 5 days

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15 & 19 for Kate?

15. What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ)

INFP - i had to go do one of the dang tests again because i couldn't remember the answer i got for this like, a few years ago. then i found it saved and it's still the same lol the 16 personalities site calls this one 'Mediator' which like. yeah. yeah that feels about right.

19. What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)

chaotic good but like... not super strongly chaotic? they don't mind following rules and usually will, but if she disagrees with it or just thinks a rule is dumb she'll get super contrary and ignore it. she does have a fairly solid set of personal rules she follows but she WILL put people before rules.

#replies #Anonymous #prompts #messages #beetle's ocs #sole survivor katherine #i don't put any stock in the myers-briggs stuff like seriously but taking little quizzes is fun #applying the chaos/law axis to non-d&d is always a little hard because in d&d they are like actual forces of nature like elements but...

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animystsoul · 8 months

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The Mother Law

🌹 FIRST OF ALL ECO MEANS THE ENVIRONMENT YOU ARE EMBEDDED IN- THAT YOU ARE PART OF IT MEANS HOME-

LONG AGO MOTHER WAS "HOME"-BUT HOME AS TRIBE, COMMUNITY & KINSHIP

THEN BECAME HOUSEHOLD ECONOMICS, ECO MEANING 'A SUSTAINED UNIT', THE NUCLEAR FAMILY- AS THE FOUNDATION OF PATRIARCHAL RULE, OF THE FAMILY

🌹 WITHIN THE ENVIRONMENT A SUPREME LAW OPERATES TO MAINTAIN ORDER_ IN SANSKRIT IT IS RTA, THE BASE OF THE WORD RITUAL AMONGST OTHER MEANINGS

THE ORIGINAL LAW

IS THE LAW OF THE PRIMORDIAL

MOTHER

IT GOVERNS THE ENVIRONMENT

FROM WITHIN

🌹 RITUAL

AS CONSECRATED

ACTION--IS HOW WE

WORK WITH THE INHERENT MOTHER

LAW TO CREATE

HARMONY & ORDER

FOR ALL

🌹 'THE REALITY' IS-

"SAT-CHIT-ANANDA"-

"BEING-CONSCIOUSNESS-AND-WELLBEING"

WE FEEL "WELL" WHEN WE, WITHIN IN OUR ENVIRONMENT FEEL THINGS ARE "IN ORDER".

WITHOUT ORDER WE DON'T

FEEL AT PEACE, WE FEEL OVERWHELMED, TOSSED & TURNED BY FORCES BEYOND OUR CONTROL-THE ROAD TO ORDER IS:

WILL/IMPULSE/INTENTION

-›CONSCIOUSNESS

-MANIFESTATION/ORDER/PEACE

🌹 THIS IS WHERE INTENTIONAL, CONSECRATED ACTION COMES IN.

THIS IS WHERE MAGIC COMES IN-THIS IS WHERE RITUAL COMES IN-THIS IS WHERE OUR SPELLS COME IN-

THIS IS THE YAJNA

THE SACRIFICIAL FIRE-BY CANDLE, BY BONFIRE OR BY TAPAS -

WE STAND FACING THE RTA, THE SUPREME LAW

🌹 WE CREATE ORDER OUT OF CHAOS, BY PROPITIATING THE VIRTUES-

THE SHAKTI'S

THE FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLES THE FUNDAMENTAL FORCES OF NATURE PERSONIFIED AS SOUND, AS ALPHABET, AS SYMBOL, AS DEITY THAT DRIVE ENTROPY PRODUCTION-

AND WHEREVER ENTROPY IS PRODUCED-

IT IS SHAPED BY THE DANCING 7 SISTERS-

THE QUALITIES OF REALITY-

AND OUT OF NECESSITY A VEHICLE FOR THE KNOWLEDGE IS PRODUCED

🌹 MATERIALISATION FOLLOWS INTENT

BEING FOLLOWS BECOMING FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION

BUT BE SURE, YOU FULLY APPRECIATE

WHAT IS MEANT WHEN IT IS SAID THAT ORDER IS PRODUCED OUT OF CHAOS

THAT MAGIC

IS THE ORDERING OF CHAOS-

IS DESIRE MADE REAL

THIS CHAOS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK

IT IS ENTROPY PRODUCTION.

IT IS A RELATIVITY,

🌹COME TO A HOMOGENOUS STATE WITHIN, BE VOID OF EVERYTHING

AND FROM THERE PRODUCE YOUR INTENTIONS THE ENTROPIC FORCES REQUIRED TO DRIVE THE

MATERIALISATION

#chaos #animism #psychospiritualism #ecospirituality #magic

#magick #psychospirituality #psychospiritualism #biospiritualism #ecospirituality #chaos #manifestation #Rta #natural law #mother nature #alchemy #witch #shakti #spiritual journey #spiritual growth

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storywolf · 1 year

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smol tag drop <3

📚 book dynamic // wolf & kosmas // chaos was the law of nature; order was the dream of man

#📚 book dynamic // wolf & kosmas // chaos was the law of nature; order was the dream of man #tag drop

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hermesmyplatonicbeloved · 5 months

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Thinking about how children of Poseidon will always be stronger, have more range than any other big three child.

Like Zeus's domain is mainly in the sky. He's about order. Law. Lightning. Wind. He gets storms as a side product of lightning and wind. But he has control over those; he can make them gentle just as he can make them destructive.

Hades is the dead. His domain is over souls, over the minerals and riches and the fallen mortals, monsters and everything that lies in rest in the earth. He's all about justice for the dead. He doesn't show off his power nearly as much as his brothers because he's more of a judge and overseer than a raging, wrathful god.

But Poseidon? Yes, his domain is the sea but he is so much more. He is also the storm bringer and the earthshaker. He has chaotic power over his brother's primary domains. You'd think that Zeus would be the storm bringer cause he has lightning? No. It's Poseidon. You'd think that Hades would be the earthshaker because the depth of the earth and the underworld is his domain. No. Its Poseidon. And those particular powers that Poseidon has in his brother's domains are not neutral or calm. They are powers of destruction and deadly force. It is not in a storm's nature to be gentle, nor is it in a earthquakes nature to be gentle. Poseidon's powers are predisposed to chaos. (Chaos, the strongest and first of the primordial gods).

And then on top of that, Poseidon has domain over the sea. The sea, which we know even less than our own solar system. Everything from the depth of the sea to the shallow waters. The waves, the creatures within, the monsters within. They're all Poseidon's.

What did Percy say in tlo again? "Kronos knows Poseidon can tip the scales against Typhon?"

Not Zeus, not Hades, not any of the other Olympians or gods. Poseidon.

Yeah.

Poseidon is the strongest Olympian god, and Percy is the strongest demigod and it's not even close.

#percy jackson #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #poseidon #percy #zeus #hades #powerful percy #powerful percy jackson #powerful poseidon #poseidon & percy #pjo gods

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chaoticjoke · 9 months

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@qu-tipie asked:

"you look pretty good for someone that's supposed to be dead."

Faking his own death wasn’t hard. It cost him nothing. “THE JOKER DIES AT ARKHAM ASYLUM. GOTHAM SLEEPS IN PEACE.”, “JOKER SHOT DEAD IN ARKHAM BLOODBATH. REIGN OF CHAOS OVER?” screamed the newspaper headlines.

No one in Gotham would question how valid and plausible the breaking news were. The more likeable the truth was, the easier it was to believe in. The convenient truth. No one would question it. No one would doubt it. No one would try to double check the facts. Except him.

She wasn't quick to find his current hideout – he had almost thought she believed the news like everyone else. He really hoped she was smart enough to leave no trace while discovering his whereabouts.

Her words were met with a low chuckle. Guilty. Guilty as charged. He did look good: face freshly painted, wearing his business suit, his entire knife collection perfectly fitting his pockets. So many people were about to become veeeery disappointed.

"Took ya long enough. To figure everything out."

#asks #qu tipie #;;chaos is the law of nature #[ hi !!!! ]

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ioniiaa · 2 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 9)

Part 9:

Just as you exited the door to your now former apartment, you heard the sound of an explosion.

You just sigh at the sound, it doesn't phase you as much as it used to. Always startling enough to make you slightly jump, but you knew it was the start of the turf war one of your acquaintances told you about ahead of time.

It was a favor they owed you after you saved them from being killed by the Overlord boss they work for, which happened to be the one you were being commissioned by back then.

To take advantage of their insider info/tip, you decided it was needed to pick up the pace so you could get out of there in one piece- so their risk of getting that info to you wouldn't be in vain.

The pace at which the explosions happened quickly increased, along with the sounds of bullets and glass breaking that joined the chorus of chaos.

"Shit, shit, shit shit!" you quietly cursed to yourself as you quickly exited the building however you could, because you could feel the foundation and walls starting to give way.

So naturally, the easier and quickest way out was through a window in the stairwell. Unfortunately, you were up quite a few flights and though you tried your best to roll and fall safely, you still landed on the ground with an unceremonious thump.

The shattered glass underneath you from the window gave you a lot of ugly cuts. Not to mention you could already feel many bruises forming all over your body, maybe you broke a rib or two, you couldn't tell. It's been a while since you've had to make such a messy escape- that was probably a couple decades and rings ago.

Pulling yourself up from the ground, you wince through the pain and make a quick dash to grab your briefcase of supplies that went flying during the fall.

You couldn't really hear too well right now because of all of the warfare going on, everything sounded so muffled, so you couldn't tell what direction the danger was. But you knew you had to run, or else you would get into even deeper shit.

You were a woman on a mission, so you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, ducking, dodging, weaving, sneaking, and even having to get rid of a few goons yourself along the way to where you'd be able to enter the Pride ring.

It was quiet here, the sounds of warfare and screams of the damned were muffled from all the way out here at the edge of this ring of Hell. And it wasn't muffled because of your hearing, your hearing went back to normal after spending a few minutes in some quiet corner to regroup yourself after the hellish way here.

It was here, you decided, that you'd make your way into the Pride ring using your special power.

Your real power wasn't to make enchanting paintings or portraits, that was just skill you've honed after many years of life (and death).

But this...it made you nervous, even though the power was truly your's, you were nervous because you felt like you'd get caught breaking the laws of how Hell is supposed to function- like fundamentally. Sinners like you weren't supposed to be able to travel freely through Hell, but for some reason, you could with this power.

You took some supplies out of your briefcase, and drew a complex crest-like symbol on the ground in front of you.

Ever since you landed in Hell, this symbol felt like it was etched into the back of your eyelids. You always felt like it defined you, the essence of you, and that held power- the type and magnitude you still weren't totally sure of. You never had any close connection you trusted enough to teach or help guide you through any of this...

With a deep sigh, being careful not to agitate any broken ribs or bones, you knelt down in front of the symbol, placed both hands on the symbol of the ground, and closed your eyes.

You focused your energy into your hands, feeling power surge through you until your felt your hands disappear into the ground- your body following right after.

The one downside to this power, spell, ability- whatever you want to call it- was that you couldn't really control where you landed.

After much trial and error, you've honed it to the point where you could go from one ring to the other, but you couldn't really pick where you got dropped in the specific ring you wanted to go to.

Not to mention it drained so much of your energy, it made you so extremely weak to the point that almost any weakling that came across you could nudge you with their foot and you'd be near double death already.

All that said, you wanted to avoid using this power at all costs unless it was an emergency. So unfortunately your search for your love Alastor was hindered greatly by this caveat- you had to stay "alive" if you wanted to be reunited.

Too many attempts before you mastered this power would likely end in your (permanent?) death if you were found that weak and vulnerable so many times by who knows what type of demented soul that would witness your sorry state after you used the power.

And once more today did you fall to the ground with a thump, though a very small distance this time that was fortunately cushion.. by... garbage in a dumpster...

"This falling shit is getting really old..." You thought to yourself.

"Ugh shit..." You slowly roll out of the dumpster, your briefcase appearing by your side with a tiny *poof*.

As you lean against an alleyway wall, it hits you like a truck- the price you pay for defying the laws of Hell. The previous injuries from escaping the turf war made this time hit so much worse than any other previous time.

You accidentally stumble forward from the wave of pain that slammed you suddenly, vision blurring, energy fading fast enough to the point where you're just about to pass out at any given moment. But you try to hang in there as you attempt to refocus your vision.

Your stumbling around likely looked like you were a drunkard making an idiot of themselves after a bar fight.

As you kept accidentally bumping into random strangers that you could hardly see due to your blurry vision, you kept getting shoved around by people thinking you were being a public nuisance- and that says a lot, given you're in Hell and all.

All the shoving and little jabs from random strangers hurt so fucking much, that your body gave out, you couldn't keep it together any longer.

You couldn't get yourself together this time.

Your vision turned sideways as you fell to the ground, except you didn't hit the hard and unforgiving concrete.

You felt a pair of arms catch you. All you could see was a girl's face talking at you, but you couldn't hear a goddamned thing. Hell, you could hardly see her even though she was right up in your face.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay? Do you need help? Oh my god, Vaggie, we need to help them!"

"Charlie, are you sure about this? They could be dangerous! You don't even KNOW them!"

Then everything went black.

"But I can't leave them to die here, we need to bring them back to the hotel!"

"Ugh, alright, fine! But if they pose a danger to you or anyone else in the hotel, they are OUT."

-> Part 10

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willowbelle · 1 month

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Not a Chance

Zoro & Jealousy + Possessiveness

per this request!

❤︎ roronoa zoro x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: dom! zoro, jealous zoro, very possessive zoro, semi-public sex, wall sex, arm pinning, rough sex, loud sex, lots of dirty talk (im so fr i cooked w the dirty talk on this one), "be loud, let them hear you." type :^)

summary: zoro & reader are privately dating. zoro gets very jealous when he sees law & kidd flirting with reader at a party. zoro confronts the men. zoro aims to show everyone who reader belongs to ;)

word count: ~3,200

tagging: @bby-deerling @eelnoise @3v37773 @laylaloves-ed @shamblespirate @lowkeycasanova @maddddstuff @fanaticsnail

Not a Chance

As the celebratory atmosphere envelops the aftermath of the victorious battle in Wano, you find yourself nestled in a corner of the bustling banquet hall, the glow of lanterns casting warm hues over the scene.

It's a moment of triumph, shared among allies turned friends, but for you and Roronoa Zoro, it holds an added layer of complexity.

You and Zoro had been quietly dating, your relationship concealed beneath the veil of secrecy that he prefered. His private nature means that your romance remains known only to a select few, a fact that both frustrates and intrigues you.

But in moments like these, surrounded by fellow pirates and allies, the clandestine nature of your connection is put to the test.

Zoro, with his stoic demeanor and unwavering dedication to his goals, is a man of few words when it comes to matters of the heart. Yet, beneath his tough exterior, lies a depth of emotion that he reserves solely for you.

In quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of others, he lets his guard down, revealing glimpses of vulnerability that few are privileged to witness.

For you, being with Zoro is much like navigating uncharted waters, thrilling, yet… unpredictable.

His fierce loyalty and unwavering support are constants in your life, grounding you amidst the chaos of the pirate world. And while his private nature sometimes leaves you craving more, you cherish the moments when he lets you in, when he allows himself to be vulnerable with you.

In the hidden corners of The Sunny, away from the eyes of your crewmates, you and Zoro share stolen glances and intimate moments that are reserved solely for each other.

The storage closets, nestled deep within the bowels of the ship, become your sanctuaries of intimacy. There, amidst the shadows and whispers of the vessel, you and Zoro find solace in stolen moments of closeness.

The dim light filtering through the cracks in the door paints a soft glow upon your faces as you press together in the confined space, your breath mingling in the air.

The rhythmic sound of The Sunny’s hull against the waves provides a soothing backdrop to your whispered intimacy; the thrusts of his hips, your moans against his neck. In those hidden moments, you bare your souls to each other; sharing fears, dreams, desires, and everything in between.

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Amidst the revelry, you notice glances and subtle gestures from some of the other pirates, members of both the Heart Pirates and Kidd Pirates, their intentions not entirely innocent.

Their flirtations and insinuations don't go unnoticed, and although you remain steadfast in your commitment to Zoro, a part of you can't help but feel flattered by the attention.

As the night progresses, Zoro's demeanor shifts. His usually composed facade cracks, replaced by a simmering undercurrent of jealousy and possessiveness. You can feel his gaze burning into you from across the room, his grip tightening imperceptibly around his sake cup.

It's Law who approaches first, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he engages you in conversation, his proximity closer than necessary.

"Enjoying the festivities, y/n?" Law asks, his voice laced with playful intent.

"Absolutely," you reply, offering a polite smile, though you can't shake the sense of unease at Zoro's watchful stare.

Zoro's reaction is instantaneous, his jaw clenched as he moves to intercede, positioning himself subtly between you and Law, a silent declaration of his claim.

Next comes Killer, his playful banter veering into suggestive territory, earning a low growl of warning from Zoro.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" Killer remarks, his tone teasing.

Zoro's response is a terse nod, his gaze never leaving Killer's masked face.

Even Kidd, usually brash and unbothered by such matters, can't resist throwing a teasing comment your way, only to be met with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

"Careful, y/n, you might give poor Zoro here a heart attack," Kidd jokes, flashing a mischievous smirk.

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As the flirtations from the other pirates intensify, you feel a mixture of discomfort ripple through you. Seeking a moment of respite, you excuse yourself from the crowd and make your way to a quieter corner of the banquet hall where you spot Nami, your best friend and trusted crewmate, engaged in conversation with Robin.

"Nami," you greet, relief flooding your voice as you join them. "Mind if I steal you away for a moment?"

Nami turns to you with a knowing smile, her sharp eyes taking in your slightly flustered expression. "Of course, y/n," she replies, motioning for you to sit beside her.

As you settle in next to her, you can't help but vent your frustrations. "It's like they're all coming out of the woodwork tonight," you mutter, casting a glance towards where the other pirates are still making advances.

Nami's lips quirk into a sympathetic smile. "Well, you are quite the catch, aren't you?" she teases and winks, nudging you playfully with her elbow.

You can't help but chuckle at her comment, grateful for her light-hearted approach to the situation. "I suppose," you reply with a hint of self-deprecation. "But it's not like I'm interested in any of them."

Nami's expression softens, her gaze meeting yours with a look of understanding. "I know, sweetie," she says gently. "But sometimes it's nice to feel admired, even if it's from a distance."

You nod, grateful for Nami's insight. Despite the unwanted attention, her words offer a sense of validation that eases the tension coiling in your stomach. "Thanks, Nami," you say sincerely, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

"Anytime," Nami replies, returning the gesture with a reassuring smile. "Just remember, you've got Zoro watching over you like a hawk. No one stands a chance against that."

----

As the night wears on and the tensions grow, Zoro can't ignore the prickling sense of unease that gnaws at him.

His jealousy simmers just beneath the surface, a volatile mix of protectiveness and possessiveness that threatens to boil over at any moment.

And suddenly, it does; boils over, floods his skull, and pushes him to drastic measures.

Spotting Law and Kidd engaged in conversation across the room, Zoro's steps grow purposeful as he makes his way towards them, his jaw clenched with barely contained anger.

"Law, Kidd," Zoro's voice is low and menacing as he approaches, his gaze piercing through them with a ferocity that makes even the most seasoned pirates flinch.

Law and Kidd turn to face him, their expressions shifting from casual to wary as they take in Zoro's imposing figure.

"What do you want, Marimo?" Kidd retorts, his tone laced with defiance.

Zoro's eyes narrow dangerously, his temper flaring as he squares his shoulders. "I saw the way you were looking at her," he growls, his voice a low rumble that reverberates with barely contained fury.

Law raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "And what if we were?" he replies coolly, though a flicker of amusement dances in his eyes.

Zoro's grip tightens on the hilt of his swords, his knuckles whitening with the effort to restrain himself. "She's off-limits," he spits, "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your distance."

Law and Kidd exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them before Law finally speaks, his tone calm but tinged with a hint of amusement. "Relax, swordsman," he says, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "We were just having a friendly conversation."

But Zoro isn't appeased, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as he glares at them both. "Just remember," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "She's mine."

As you remain seated with Nami, the conversation ebbs and flows between lighthearted banter and moments of quiet introspection. Despite the festive atmosphere surrounding you, a part of your mind remains preoccupied with the tension that seems to linger in the air, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Nami, ever perceptive, notices the furrow in your brow and the unease that flickers in your eyes. "Is everything alright, y/n?" she asks, her voice laced with concern as she places a reassuring hand on your arm.

You offer her a small smile, grateful for her steadfast presence. "Yeah, I think so," you reply, though the uncertainty still lingers at the edges of your consciousness.

But before you can delve further into the matter, a commotion breaks out across the room, drawing your attention. You and Nami exchange a curious glance before turning to see Zoro engaged in a heated confrontation with Law and Kidd.

Concern etches itself into your features as you watch the scene unfold, the tension in the air palpable even from a distance. "What's going on?" Nami murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in closer, her eyes fixed on the unfolding confrontation.

You shake your head, unsure of what has sparked the conflict but feeling a sense of urgency to intervene. "I'm not sure, but I think we should go check on them," you reply, already rising from your seat.

Nami nods in agreement, her expression mirroring your own concern as she follows suit. Together, you make your way through the crowd, weaving between revelers until you reach the center of the commotion.

As you approach Zoro standing with Law and Kidd, you notice the tension radiating from him like a palpable force. His jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed with simmering anger as he exchanges words with the other pirates.

It's a side of him you haven't seen before, raw and unfiltered, publicly displaying his love for you.

"Zoro," you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping to diffuse the tension.

He glances at you, his expression still dark with irritation. "Not now," he mutters tersely, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But you aren't deterred. You know that letting his anger consume him won't solve anything. With a gentle tug on his arm, you urge him to step away from the heated exchange.

"Come on, let's go somewhere quieter," you say, your voice laced with concern.

Zoro hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the other pirates. Then, with a resigned sigh, he nods and allows you to lead him away from the confrontation.

----

As you walk, you feel the tension slowly dissipating from Zoro's frame, replaced by a sense of calmness. With each step, the anger that had gripped him begins to fade, replaced by the warmth of your presence beside him.

Finally finding a secluded corner of the banquet hall, you turn to face Zoro, your eyes searching his for any lingering traces of anger. "Are you okay?"

But before Zoro can respond, he takes your hand in his with a determined grip, his expression unreadable yet intense. Without a word, he begins to lead you away from the crowded hall, his steps purposeful and unwavering.

Confusion mingles with curiosity as you follow him, your heart pounding with anticipation.

As you reach the door of the storage, you feel blood rush to your face. The two of you only ever go here for one thing.

Zoro turns to you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent yet powerful exchange. Without a word, he pushes open the door and pulls you inside, making your eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

With a gentle yet urgent insistence, Zoro presses you against the wall, his lips finding yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.

“Mmm!” you whimper against his lips, taken off guard by the suddenness of his advances.

There is a rawness to his touch, a primal need that leaves you breathless.

In that moment, as you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment, you realize that words are no longer necessary. Zoro's actions speak volumes, baring his emotions in a way that words never could.

As Zoro's lips trail down your neck, igniting a fiery trail of desire, you let out a low moan of pleasure.

"Fuck," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you arch into his touch, your hands tangling in his hair.

He groans against your flesh, causing goosebumps to bud all over your needy skin as he continues his fervent exploration.

In a sudden burst of intensity, Zoro's hands find the hem of your shirt, his fingers gripping the fabric with a primal need. With a swift motion, he tears the fabric away, baring your skin to his hungry gaze.

"Zoro-!" you gasp, a rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you feel the cool air against your exposed flesh, your heart pounding in your chest.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a feral hunger burning within them. "I need you," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing.

“Please,” you whine, your voice a breathless plea as he trails kisses down your chest.

As Zoro's lips continue their tantalizing journey across your skin, your senses reel with desire. You allow your head to lull back, shutting your eyes and letting your mouth hang slack as you savor each and every touch.

His hardworking, calloused hands explore your body with a newfound possessiveness, and it makes you feel small; he owns you and you like it.

With trembling hands, you reach for Zoro's shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. With practiced ease, he shrugs off the garment, revealing the defined muscles beneath.

The sight of him, bare-chested and consumed with passion, sends a thrill coursing through you. Without hesitation, you press your body against his, reveling in the heat that radiates between you.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you abandon all inhibitions, giving in to the primal urges that drive you both. Your hands roam freely over his taut muscles, tracing the lines of his scars as you explore every inch of him.

As your fingers dance over his scars, Zoro's breath hitches, his dark eyes locking with yours in a silent exchange of desire.

"You're mine," he murmurs huskily, his voice rough with emotion.

A shiver runs down your spine at his possessive declaration, but instead of fear, it awakens something entirely different within you. "Yours," you whisper back.

With a hungry growl, Zoro captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly, possessively.

"Never forget it," he breathes against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck.

You arch into his touch, gasping as pleasure courses through your veins. "I won't," you promise, your words melting into a moan as he trails kisses along your collarbone.

Zoro's hands slide down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up with a hunger that matches the intensity of his gaze. As he exposes more of your skin, his breath catches at the sight; your trembling thighs, your wet panties.

“All this?” he smirks, tsking, “All because I got a little possessive?”

“M-mhm,” you whine weakly, shaking beneath his touch.

With a low growl, Zoro grips your thigh, lifting it up to press his crotch against yours. The heat of his body sends electric currents coursing through you, and you can feel the tension building with each heartbeat.

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles beneath his skin as you pull him closer, craving more of his touch. "Zoro," you gasp his name, your voice a plea and a prayer all at once.

His lips find yours once more, claiming you with a hunger that leaves you dizzy with need. With each movement, each touch, you feel yourself surrendering completely to his dominance.

Zoro’s calloused fingertips trail down your body to meet your slit, making you gasp softly at the sensation.

He smirks, hooking his fingers beneath the soaked fabric and tugging it aside.

In the same breath, he tugs his pants and boxers down, just enough to remove his cock, rock-hard and throbbing in his grasp.

He leans forwards, the tip of his cock meeting your leaking slit with a gentle nudge. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a moan, reaching around to dig your fingernails into the muscular flesh of the swordsman’s back.

“Yeah?’ he groans smugly, pressing his lips to your neck, “Ready for me?” he questions, his words hot against your flesh.

“Y-Yes, Zoro,” you plead, your tone coming out whinier than anticipated, “Please-”

“Please?” he chuckles against your skin, the dark tone of his voice causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body, “Please what?” he presses, continuing to guide his thick tip up and down your aching cunt.

You abandon all dignity, the desire for him to just fuck you already overpowering any morsel of self-respect you once contained.

“Please fuck me, Zoro,” you beg, “Show me just how much I belong to you.”

With a low, primal growl, Zoro's grip tightens on your thigh, his eyes dark with hunger as he positions himself at your entrance.

“That’s it, good girl,” he smirks.

Without another word, he thrusts into you with a force that steals your breath away, claiming you completely in a single, powerful motion.

“Zoro-!” you cry out, raking your nails down his back. The sudden bump of his tip to your cervix causes your head to grow fuzzy, and you pathetically attempt to stifle your moans with a shaky hand to your mouth.

With a devilish smirk, Zoro's thrusts intensify, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he hears your attempts to stifle your moans. He grabs your hand away from your mouth and pins it above your head,

"No," he growls, his voice low and commanding, "Let them hear you. Let them know who you belong to."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and without hesitation, you obey, letting out a loud, unabashed moan that fills the room with the sound of your pleasure. With each thrust, each gasp, you make it known to anyone within earshot that you are his.

The sensation of him filling you completely makes your limbs go numb with pleasure, igniting a fire that burns hotter with each deep, primal thrust. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Zoro,” you whine, tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks as he pounds you into the wall.

Zoro's movements are relentless, driving you both to the edge of sanity as he takes you with a possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt.

You continue to moan loudly for the man you have to thank for your pleasure, making him smirk and double his efforts, the rhythmic sound of your bodies slapping together hardly masking your cries.

"That’s it,” the swordsman chuckles, “No need to be shy," he teases, his voice dripping with amusement, "Let them all know who's making you scream like that."

And as you let out another loud, unrestrained moan, Zoro leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he adds with a playful grin,

"After all, it's not every day they get to witness the full extent of my skills."

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