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boxwinebaddie · 1 month

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STAN HAS THAT K CHOKER RIGHT? DOES THAT MEAN KYLE HAS AN S NECKLACE? like he could totally stack his s necklace with his star of david one

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you know i love a lil matchy-matchy moment~

and actually, i accumulated a lot of different asks actually, mostly, interestingly enough asking me about the same roundabout thing: if jersey wears rings, how he feels about jewelry, if he has any tattoos or other piercings, stuff of the like, etc.

but i never got around to answering those because i'm kind of a perfectionist and i get all worked up in my head about how i'm going to answer things because i want them to be perfect ( i keep trying to structure nsfw ask like it's a nine page research essay, smh ) buuut

basically, as we all know well, jersey is…Particular.

particularly abt himself and what is done to him/on him.

( okay, fair warning: the rest of this answer is very long and i just talk a lot about the former question about jersey/his attachments to material things and also physical-emotional things — people — you do not have to read all that...the short answer is yes, kyle does stack a stan 's' necklace with the star of david, i talk about it more at the end, but this intro part is a lot of exposition and information. so if your curiosity does not end there...perhaps i can further it below xx )

a lot of it ties into his ocd and this need to control every aspect of his life, not being able to put it in anyone elses hands but his own because he's scared of that improbability...that margin of error.

it keeps him up at night.

for that reason, even though he has a ton of health issues, diabetes, etc. he is extremely Defiant and Volatile in doctors offices. like, he will start throwing shit, rip ivs out of his arms, ask you to explain what you are giving him In Detail and will probably still refuse to take it.

tbh, the only reason he's taking any medication at all is because he really loves sheila and she is extremely worried about losing him </3

( jersey is a mommas boy, i said what i said! )

but he takes his own blood sugar, pricks his own fingers, runs all his own tests...he really does not trust anyone else w/ that kind of thing. which ties into piercings because he does...think that they're…lowkey, highkey *jersey vc* Hawt, i’m sorry; it's true.

i do think it's his...Thing.

the man really just wants a little hot topic emo boy accessory display for a boyfriend and he is right for that. cute, shiny, edgy. i respect it.

eye candy, arm candy, if you will?

( jersey is extremely partial to candy, ofc <3 )

and idk, maybe it's just a me thing, but to me, jerseykyle, specifically, is very conceptual and is intrigued by fashion and stuff, but because when he was overweight growing up, he was sort of just shoe-horned into all this oblong, ugly clothing, whatever would fit or they could afford. so he never really got to be able to wear things he wanted to, until about right now and it's been really liberating for him? idk? aaa

i love sleek, chic, dark academia, tired 1940s evil classics professor, thrift store couture jersey in his dollar store blazers and italian loafers. like my man is an off duty model, forreal. i am obsessed with him.

and actually he really Likes tattoos and piercings and dyed hair and thinks all the little rings are cool because you're like this living art form, this distinct individual, there's a uniqueness, a cool rebellion there he can’t create have within himself, so he combats/masks it as disgust and disinterest because he doesn't like to process his complicated feelings and also doesn't like forming attachments...especially...

...to things he's inexplicably Drawn to.

which is why, initially, upon even just bearing witness to raven of crimson dawn, kyle freaked out because he was like immediately Extremely Attracted to him because he checks all these little boxes in his brain, but his brain, of course, is corroded by mental illness and trauma, so he immediately projects extreme amounts of hostility in raven's direction because he is like you're all chaos and disorder, you're a mess, you throw caution to the wind, You’re Unpredictable.

when he’s actually obsessed w/ that capricious energy?

like he makes fun of stan for all his punk rock boy 'hood ornaments' and 'anarchical embellishments', but his heart starts racing every time stan winks at him and his little eyebrow piecing winks back, or he runs his tongue over that lip ring kyle got hyperfixated on, partially because it's pretty, which...rip, not even joking…

if stan comes out in the support rock, fuck a rockstar tank top, the tiny pants and sports that little lip ring chain thing that connects to the cuff on his ear...it does something seriously ( down ) bad to kyle's brain and stan is immediately getting Railed. soz if you were waiting for stan's autograph, hes gettin ky's all over his body. woops.

but!!! it's mostly bc stan had the courage and hedonism to put something through his lip and live with it. that he could get other piercings, get tattoos, let people handle him, put his life into someone else's hands, let them have control for a second, knowing they are executing the thing you want/need without you doing it...

it's literally All a control thing.

or rather, an inability to lose it.

because he's very particular, yeah, about what he likes and doesn't like, he won't wear any fabrics that itch or bother him, he won't buy something if the hem pisses him off, if he has to wear something he doesn't like, he will bitch and moan the entire day about it. and while it's good to have that level of self-assuredness, it's also kind of a self-preservation and self destructive coping mechanism for jerseykyle.

because he pushes everything out...

but doesn't let anything else in.

and a lot of that changes when raven/stan comes back into the picture, because when they were growing up, stan was this beautiful, glowing fixture of nonconformity, this pillar of strength that was twice as strong as he was, even though kyle was the fighter. because stan fought for self-acceptance and kyle fought for self-loathing.

and really...the reason why his ed developed in the first place was because gerald and society as a whole brainwashed him into hating himself and that people would only digest him if he was in small enough, beautiful, palatable enough pieces to eat so even though he acts out or throws punches: It’s All Within The Lines.

or the confines, rather.

of the person he thinks people want him to be.

but, idk, i'm talking too much. basically, gist is, kyle has a hard time handing over control to other people/being vulnerable and the final piece to that is...permanence.

a piercing...a tattoo...is Permanent.

i mean, sure, they close up and you can get them removed, but you are irreconcilably changed and altered. you are different now.

anddddd sigh, the jersey can't say i love you ask strikes again! because jersey can't say i love you because it's handing over control, because it's vulnerable because it's...permanent and he has extremely deep-seated commitment issues because of all of that.

which means he rarely, if ever, makes said commitments.

so when he Does...

it's a very special thing indeed.

because jersey has no tattoos or piercings on his body.

save for the sun/moon one he got on his ring finger for stan ( i can never decide if i want jersey to have the sun tattoo because he is the sun or if he has the moon one so he can wear rae around with him )

*** ( i also think it's possible he might get little hebrew things for his mom or idk, something very important later...i'll think about it more )

and...One ear piercing.

i was going to go at this in more comical and dramatic way in an old post, but basically, i think kenny/bebe/craig someone basically joked about there being reduced earring piercings at claire's and they should take kyle because he's the only one without pierced ears and jersey gets really defensive about it and everyone's like ooooh! kyle's scared to get his ears pierced, so the competitive and aggressive side of him that hates to lose briefly outweighs the neurotic side and is like "fuck you!!! let's go right now! i'm not scared of anything!"

and he gets there, stan's with him, and he is...freaking out in the little plastic chair with some eight year old girl next to him ecstatically getting her ears pierced for her birthday, bc he's going to have to let someone...do something to him/inflict something on him.

( which actually, i think, is what is really beautiful about j.k and r.s' relationship and dynamic, is that jersey teaches raven that you can't just let people do things you don't want them to do to you just because you feel like you should ft. his sexual trauma and stan teaches kyle that it is okay to let other people in, to do reckless things, to allow yourself to feel and enjoy simple pleasures w/o fear. ft. his ocd

lmao, is there a branch in my eye again? y is it Watering )

and ravenstan is like, mi amor, they are just your ears, you will be okay, i will hold your hand…

everything will be fine, i swear. :’) <3

and he gets hyped up, ready to go, the 16 y/o piercing his ears tells him she'll count to three and pierce on one.

...and she pierces on Three.

i'm not sure if it's bc she pressed too soon or because she thought that if she surprised him, it might make him less nervous, but it does not!!!! kyle FREAKS out!!!! his ocd goes haywire and basically has a nervous breakdown at freaking /claires/ bc she pierced his ear before she SAID she would and destroys the confidence that he built up to let himself be vulnerable.

it seems like a Silly thing...but i think it says a lot, yknow?

and though it was a serious blow to his ego, kyle only has...one ear pierced because he panicked and could not get the second one done. and it, to this day, is one of the only asymmetrical things abt him. which, i actually think is important to him coping w/ his ocd

( similar to how kyle, sorry slight nsfw, having stan have to ask for things if he wants them, helps him, in a seemingly innocuous way, build confidence in himself/not let things just 'happen' to him without his consent ) because having only one ear pierced means he has to deal with being lopsided and that, everyday the earth doesn't crash into the sun...means that he's okay.

also a cute thing about the one ear piercing is that i think kyle wears like this cute little gold sun dangly one that has a similar ambiance to the sun and moon glasses chain charms? it's his signature.

and other than showering, sleeping, etc. he only really ever takes it out when raven is going off somewhere far away :( and he switches it with a little stan silver earring ( idk kyle feels very gold jewelry bc of his orange hair and stan feels v silver bc of his blue eyes and stuff ) and stan sometimes takes kyle's with him on tour...AAAAA i'm sad

on the subject of rings, since someone else asked me, kyle does not wear rings even though he does like them/they're pretty because they're heavy, they clank against his pen when he's writing, the sound pisses him off...but he wears stan's lil silver emo boy rings when he's away and gaslit himself into liking the sound because the sound it makes against his pen reminds him of the sound it makes when stan is excitedly scribbling song lyrics and singing to him aaaaa IM :(

WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS AGAIN?

oh, yeah.

extreme mental illness.

so jersey never makes adjustments or accommodations for anyone, and when he does it's a big deal...but really...

it's because Stan is a big deal to him.

stan is EVERYTHING to him.

and kyle thinks it's cute that at every show and every concert, stan always wears the little spicy k charm on his emo boy choker ( and got the little even spicier inner thigh tattoo w kyle's name on it...anyways )

so, he starts wearing a little s around his neck for stan.

which, initially, i'm sure you're like...oh God.

jersey making an adjustment to his very specific cartoon character outfit alignment of things he wears every day, things he wears at home, things he wears specifically when going out depending on the environment...this sounds like a recipe for disaster. this is a big change for him. he's gonna spin out or short circuit his brain.

but...really? it feels as easy as Breathing.

because for one of the first times in his life, kyle got something that he didn't just get for him, w/ selfish intentions or bc he needs to be in control...he got it...

to make stan happy. :)

and it does make him very, Very happy, indeed.

which is really funny to me because jersey is super annoying and just starts wearing it and pretends like he doesn't know what's going on bc he's bad at ~gestures~. so stan comes home, sees it and immediately is like *big stan eyes* 'what are you wearing??'

and kyle is like, ‘oh, this? i've had it forever, it's was just in the back of the closet. why? is it wrinkled or—‘ and stan is like 'no, dummy. the NECKLACE' and kyle, playing dumb, trying to act nonchalant because he's kind of embarrassed abt having emotions is like 'oh, that. y'know. just something i'm trying out...' and stan is like

'kyle broflovski, are you wearing a necklace with my initial on it????' and kyle is like 'alright, woah there, mr. celebrity. but not eeeeverything is about you, okay? that s could stand for anything.'

and stan is like *genuine heart eyes wowza because kyle is being annoying but stan loves dumb annoying kyle that's why he wears his lil possessive emo boy k charm on his choker everywhere* 'okay, well the k on mine stands for kiss me or kiss me kyle or whatever you want just, come and kiss me please' kshdlkshd <333 eWW

anyways...they're Gay. they're in love. they having matching tattoos and earrings and wear eachother's intials around their neck. nbd.

but...in a very longwinded format, i hope this answers your question baby and hopefully some other questions you have abt jersey. i'm sorry that was a lot but i literally could talk about jersey forever, like he is so fascinating and bc he's our narrator and he's such an unreliable one, it's hard to understand how his brain works.

hope this helps. <3

uncle nina, keeper of the cryptid jersey whore-lore

#okay i am sorry #i know this barely answers your question #but i got a lot of similar questions #and i wanted to answer them in one big ask while i was feeling inspired so here is a bunch of jersey trauma lore #i hope it's fascinating i find it all super fascinating #because he presents like this perfectly in control orderly well maintained militant self-satisfying self gratified thing #but it's just a front for the fact that he's scared of change and is scared of not being in control or making mistakes #like he is put together but a breath away from falling apart #stan teaches him to sit down kyle teaches him to stand up #also sorry kyle having a fascination with edgy boy things and piercings and stuff in particular is kinda spicy to me #i luv him like he really is like that man is a satanic abomination and i want to do terrible horrible depraved things to him #like he really saw raven of crimson dawn and was like oy gevault i have never wanted to cut my lip open on anything #more than on that mans lip ring holy hell oh my god he is so shiny and ripped up and his makeup is so cool #he is a celebrity he has no original thought he doesnt think abt anything thats why he has all those tattoos and piercings #but also y do i want to trace my fingers down them every time i look at him he reveals himself more to me i want to learn more #kinsey scale gay 6 jerseykyle everyone but specifically for dramatic crybaby bisexual punk rock boys w/ piercings #which...i think is incredible bc i do not think people would expect that from kyle...but people also thinks he cannot feel #BUT HIM ADJUSTING HIS WELL REGIMENTED LIFE TO INCOPORATE STAN INTO IT I WANT TO SCREAM #HIM LEARNING TO LET OTHER PEOPLE DO STUFF FOR HIM AND BE OKAY WITH THEM HELPING HIM #I WANT TO START FUCKING SCREAMING I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I LOVE JERSEYS CHAR DEV #ok final thot is he does sometimes do a gold jewelry ring moment or somethin if he's feeling like its important to the look #but they are very insignificant things for aesthetics easily taken off or removed...its the important stuff he has trouble w #and makes it all the more rewarding i think <3 #ily jers #okay last last small thing as far as like getting little piercings and random fun tattoos goes i just think he doesnt want any #boring king ik minus the ocd and stuff he just likes all his stuff to be very a-line and crisp doesnt like massive statements #like my man Is the statement like he has beautiful luxiourous curly red hair and green eyes and his nose a modern art piece #its too busy for him its distracting and u know thats what u have a hot rockstar bf for so u can pretend 2 read ur book #but the plot of the book is tracing ur sbfs sexc hip tattoos and helping him decide what belly button ring hes gonna wear #you know!!! The Plot!!! which kyles eidetic mem comes back but he does get distracted looking at stan a lot help

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blume-shark · 11 months

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Doodles and drawings hmmmmm🕊️

#south park #one piece #south park fanart #one piece fan art #kyle broflovski #pip pirrup #nami op #monkey d. luffy #rocko's modern life #stan marsh #doodles

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enjomo-arch · 8 months

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y'all be honest is it too much if I develop an entirely new island in op world based off western / 1900s years / maybe some visual inspo from RDR which was originally ace's home island before he got moved to goa kingdom and also an island ace settles in during post timeskip to stay low

#「002」 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 #I'm sorry I'm obsessed 👍#And honestly my ace is pulled out of canon so much that I can just put him in a dumbster for the rest of his life and it'd be canon #I also think an island entirely being based off RDR / 1900s but a little modern to keep up with one piece times #Just old towns resembling similar ones to red dead like Valentine would be cool #Ace returning back to his roots and his home where he lived with Rouge before she died also hits #Maybe law was settling the polar tang around it to keep off radar and because ace said the island is in furthest parts of the grand line #So it was a safe place to keep him in and stay low definitely more safe than Sphinx after MF #I just think it'd be very cool... : (

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reliand · 3 months

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now that I'm finally re-medicated I should start trying to finish that drarry Jane Austen AU I was writing.

#drarry #it is still set in the modern era but it was my persuasion AU that got desperately out of hand #like I thought it would be 20k #and then it kept growing and growing and then life happened and at 70k it was nowhere close to being finished #i mean wth ive already made two complete paintings this week #one I did yesterday and it might be my favorite piece I've ever made #i finally have the energy to work again

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teazingsassy · 2 years

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i will be launching a patreon very soon! excited to show you all! thanks for your feedback! <3

#luffy #one piece #one piece modern au #i just bought myself new headphones so i just wanted to draw him #he is the love of my life fr

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hezzabeth · 5 months

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Nano days 10-13

“Of course, it does. Little Habi doesn’t have my figure,” Revati said proudly as the two feral children came bounding around her pink velvet skirts.

There was a quiet, embarrassed shuffling sound. Revati glanced over her shoulder and realized it was the lost boy.

“So, you’re going to steal my shoes and bracelet?” he asked nervously.

“Take the bracelet; we have enough boots,” Revati said, and Aurora timidly walked towards the boy, extending a hand.

“Do I really have to give her my bracelet?” he asked with a small, bewildered smile.

“We could send you back in there! I’m sure Big Hardie is awake and ready to perform,” Revati said, and with a vague shrug, the boy undid his bracelet, handing it over to Aurora.

“Let’s go,” Revati said to Aurora before snapping her fingers again, causing the feral children to fall back in line.

“Now hang on!” the boy cried, chasing after them.

Revati just kept marching on, holding her skirts up above her ankles.

“Look, did you just save my life? Were those actors really going to kill me? That’s a crime!” the boy pointed out, and Revati spun around, examining the boy.

The boy was dressed in a simple yet surprisingly new bright blue jumpsuit. His plastic boots barely looked worn, yet he had calluses all over his fingers. Revati’s eyes trailed upwards, briefly taking in the bruises on his neck.

“You’re on ungoverned territory; everything is legal here, technically,” Revati said ignoring the blood all over the feral children’s clothes.

“Well, that explains the naked people I saw dancing around a burning information screen in the wasteland,” the boy said as Revati and Aurora kept marching on.

“Oh, those are the Luddites! They were actors in the medieval section, and now they reject all forms of technology,” Aurora explained as they continued walking the streets, changing from thatched roof buildings to narrow brick townhouses.

“Medieval section? Where exactly am I?” the boy asked, and Revati snorted.

“I don’t have time to explain a confusing and contradictory society to you! Over there is one of the theme park's maps,” Revati snapped, gesturing to an old, large poster framed in cloudy glass.

The investors and creators of Olde Landon split each park section into separate areas. Each area was designed to be a tiny fun-filled replica of a “romantic” time period.

There was Shakespeare Lane that consisted of the theatre. It also contained abandoned rides such as “Hamlet’s haunted house” and “The Tempest Shipwreck adventure”.

To the left lay Medieval Faire. Medieval Faire’s most popular attractions were the giant jumping castle, clockwork-powered metal horses, and the tofu turkey leg stands.

Revati herself lived in Victoriana, which was mostly “true crime and mystery” themed. Revati’s street alone had two abandoned “murder mystery” dinner theaters.

Finally, there was “Whistleton”. Revati despised Whistleton. Whistleton, where the only thing to drink was old stale tea, and the food was always some form of bland cake. Whistleton, where every actor over the age of eighteen had to be “matched and married” by the end of September. Those who remained single were banished to the wastelands. Aurora, realizing she never wanted to marry anyone, had defected to Victoriana when she was twelve.

Whistleton, where the tourists who were trapped in that section ended up becoming indentured servants. Revati could see one of them now scrubbing at a cobblestone with a toothbrush.

Whistleton was the only part of the park with a connection to the outside world. A tenuous, terrifying connection Revati hated to think about.

“Oh, I see! This is one of those historical reenactment fun parks! We have one of those on my space station called Millennial land,” the boy remarked, turning away from the sign.

“I've heard of Millennial land; isn’t that the place with the museum holding the only remaining iPhone thing?” Revati asked as they turned the corner, entering Mayfair Street.

Unlike the rest of Olde Landon that was slowly rotting, Mayfair Street gleamed. Each of the white mansion facades had been trimmed with buttery gold paint. Glorious flowers grew in hanging pots from the street signs. Fashionable actors, wearing carefully taken care of costumes, strolled happily, taking in the jasmine-scented night air.

“Now isn’t this lovely?” the boy remarked, and Revati glared at him.

“Why are you still following me?” She asked coldly.

“Honestly, I have nowhere else to go! Look at those Persian buttercups! They’re the size of my fist,” the boy remarked, walking towards one of the hanging baskets.

One of the actors peeled away from her partner and glided towards Revati.

“So it was your Auntie who messaged us," and Aurora blushed, nodding.

“Mrs. Danfront,” Revati said with a small, curt nod.

Mrs. Danfront was a middle-aged, plump lady spilling out the front of her empire-cut baby blue gown. A lace-trimmed bonnet had been fastened onto her peach-pink corkscrew curls.

“Miss Revati! I see you and my niece are following the dress code! Delightful,” Mrs. Danfront smiled, snapping her fan open.

“Last time I visited wearing pants, you tried to lock me up; you said I had female hysteria,” Revati smiled back, and Mrs. Danfront chuckled.

“And you kicked the door down! You’ve always been so entertaining, Miss Revati,” Mrs. Danfront smiled.

Revati merely tied the children’s leashes to one of the lamp posts to prevent them from running away.

“I don’t have time for chattering and social pleasantries; I’m here for my sister,” Revati shot back, and Mrs. Danfront’s smile fell slightly.

“Ah yes, as my Aurora would tell you, I’m not normally one to mess with matters of the heart,” Mrs. Danfront said as she stepped over one of the children to link her arm with Revati’s.

Revati breathed in deeply, reminding herself that this was something all women did in Whistleton; it was as if they were incapable of walking alone.

“No one could ever accuse you of caring about a person's heart,” Revati replied smoothly as they began to stroll.

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That was another thing about Whistleton; one of the key forms of entertainment seemed to be mindless strolling.

“In this situation, however, I found myself having to throw discretion to the wind! Your sister has somehow managed to set her cap at the Duke of Io,” Mrs. Danfront gasped, covering her fan with her mouth.

“Amma said her boyfriend is some sort of charity aid worker! The sort who drops medical supplies on us from the sky once a month,” Revati replied as they passed the boy, who was now examining a bush filled with roses.

The air droppers were really the only people who cared about war refugees. No one knew which charity they represented, and they did have a tendency to drop off useless things like old t-shirts and near-expired food.

“He wants people to think that, but we all realized who he was the minute he landed! Mint skin and pale blue hair? So obvious,” Mrs. Danfront said.

So obvious. Revati hadn’t seen much of the outside world, but even she knew what the Io royal family looked like. The Io royal family's skin color was caused by an ancestor genetically splicing themselves with a houseplant. The pale blue hair was a popular color all royalty embraced.

“He could just be a rich danger tourist,” Revati pointed out.

“Oh no, he looks just like his great-uncle! Before you girls were born, the King of Io was forever in the papers! People thought he was having an affair with the lost princess,” Mrs. Danfront gossiped.

“And you said she was heading to the west parking lot?” Revati asked as they stopped strolling, reaching the end of Mayfair street.

Before them stood a cream sandstone building with a large domed copper ceiling. The steps were already crowded with young people, mostly the children of older actors. They were all dressed in the finest satins and velvets the park's costume department had to offer. Several of them shot Revati and Aurora filthy looks.

“Keep your eyes to yourself; we’re not here to steal your future spouses,” Revati smirked at one red-headed girl in green who was downright glaring.

“They’re mad at your sister, dear. It’s not often we get new people here! Everyone wanted a chance to snatch the Duke,” Mrs. Danfront remarked.

“Probably because without new blood, this entire place will descend into incestuous chaos,” giggled Aurora nervously, and her Aunt glared at her.

“Ladies discuss the weather and fabrics, not science,” she said, scolding her admonished niece. Then her eyes trailed behind Revati.

The boy was still following them in a vague sort of way, holding a red rose in one hand.

“Speaking of new blood, who’s the boy? I haven’t seen hair like that in over a decade! And he’s short! He must be off-world,” Mrs. Danfront remarked, examining the boy who had caught up to them.

“I have no idea who he is; the Habri boys picked him up in the wasteland, and now he’s following me,” Revati said, and the boy nodded at Mrs. Danfront, smiling again.

“Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brigadeiro Bun! And you’re right, I am from another world,” he said to Mrs. Danfront.

“Really! How delightful, and how on earth did you get here, Mr. Bun?” Mrs. Danfront giggled, and Revati sighed, rolling her eyes.

“We don’t have time for this! You need to get me into that ball right now,” she said, and Brigadeiro Bun turned to Revati.

His name didn’t suit him at all. Brigadeiro sounded like the sort of grand name that belonged to a master swordsman with knee-high boots and a black velvet cape. And Bun... Bun sounded like it should belong to a cheerful grandmother in a bakery with flour up to her elbows.

Brigadeiro Bun was smiling at her, that same baffling, gentle smile.

“I was traveling during my gap year when I heard a story about solid diamond roses growing in the wasteland outside BritinduSarvadharma,” he smiled.

“So you’re an idiot then,” Revati pointed out as they approached the pantheon’s front doors.

An elderly man dressed in a three-piece suit was standing behind a small podium.

“I prefer to think of myself as an adventurer,” he replied, and Aurora squawked with laughter.

The elderly man’s saggy face shifted like an avalanche when he realized who was approaching.

His lips pursed together, and he shook his head like a tyrant deciding the fate of an entire galaxy.

“Oh no, Mrs. Danfront, I told you before, this ball is for the gentry and their guests,” he said, and Revati rolled her eyes, pulling out her solar gun.

“Just let us in already, Nuisanceworth,” Revati said.

“It’s Nancyworth, no invitations, no entry! You can kill me, but it won’t change anything,” Nancyworth replied, raising his thick eyebrows in a devastating display of power.

“You were always so droll, Nancyworth! Now, normally I wouldn’t ask you to make exceptions, but we do have a delightful guest with us,” Mrs. Danfront giggled.

“We do?” Revati asked, lowering her gun slightly.

“This is Mister Brigadeiro! And he is fresh blood,” Mrs. Danfront said, gesturing to Brigadeiro, who waved nervously with a small smile.

“Is he married?” Nancyworth asked, and Brigadeiro dropped his hand.

“I’m only seventeen,” he said, sounding faintly startled.

“So not married then, and what are your prospects? Are you a scavenger? A rebel? A psychotic killer?” He asked, and Brigadeiro’s eyes widened with horror.

“No! I just finished school, and next month I will be starting my Botanical genetics degree at the University of Sustainable tourism,” Brigadeiro explained.

Revati, who had only ever attended lessons in her kitchen, rolled her eyes.

“And your parents?” He asked.

“Well, my dad’s a tree splicer, and my mama is a flower surgeon,” Brigadeiro said, still looking faintly confused.

“Well, I suppose it’s better than working in trade! Fine your party may admitted, and your guest will be allowed to propose to any young lady below level three,” he said, allowing them to pass.

The opening foyer of the Pantheon had been carefully painted in shades of baby blue and tan. Vending machines that used to sell drinks had been turned into shelves holding salvaged fine china.

Severe posters of ancient members of both the British Monarchy and the Wadiyar dynasty hung from the walls.

“What’s that old lady holding? Some sort of shoe?” Brigadeiro remarked as he paused in front of a painting of Queen Lilibet the second.

“It’s a dog, a creature that existed before all animals vanished six hundred years ago,” Revati explained with annoyance as she brushed past him.

#comic #magic #doctor who #nanowrimo #science fiction #nanowrimo2023 #the star beast #one piece #modern #life on mars #saying farewell to Armageddon #art #gävle goat

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nalem · 2 years

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Hey folks! It's been quite a year. Here's some art from the past year!

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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 6 months

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Coffee? ↠ Nami, Usopp x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Slice of Life, Modern AU, Platonic, Coffeeshop AU

The cozy chatter of the warmly lit cafe made you smile as you sip on your cup of coffee. The leather booth you'd found was cold on your shoulders, but it was welcomed compared to the heat that burned outside. Your neck still had the burn that came with standing in the sun for too long.

"Hey~" Nami greeted as she came up behind you, running her hands along your shoulders as she went to sit across from you in the booth. Usopp followed quickly behind, shooing you over so that he could slide in beside you. "How've you been?"

"Well enough," You answered, pushing the other two drinks you had ordered to the people in question, "It feels like forever since we last did this."

"Tell me about it," Usopp groaned, gratefully accepting the latte presented to him, "This week has been long, I'm glad our schedules finally managed to work."

Nami nodded sympathetically at your long-nosed friend, "Well, did you hear about the Government giving everyone their criminal records back?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, taking a sip from your drink as you stared at her in confusion.

It was a wild statement in itself but even more wild when you took in the fact that your city had a record for brushing crimes under the rug and ignoring them completely in favor of their image.

"All these people who originally had their crimes fly under the radar are now getting charged for them years after they've been committed." She informed, "Big News Morgan has it written all over his Twitter, I'm surprised you hadn't seen it."

"Who's all being charged? Not anyone we know, right?" Usopp asked, nervously glancing over at you, clearly just as unaware as you were about the whole ordeal.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Luffy was one of them."

"Moria, Mihawk, Hancock──"

"Hancock?" You interrupted, "Really? She didn't seem so bad when I met her. What'd she do?"

She shrugged, "I think she was down for manslaughter, but for now it's all hearsay."

"Fuck! Manslaughter??" Usopp cried out, putting his head in his hands, "Y-You don't think she'd wanna kill us do you??!"

"Why would she go after us?"

"I don't know! Just like──what if??"

"That's stupid," Nami retorted, "All I know is that if I were that pretty, I'd definitely test the waters a bit as well."

You nodded at her statement, "Oh, for sure, but I feel like Mihawk should be the one we're most concerned about. I mean, Zoro's dad??"

"And his sister's boss," Usopp added thoughtfully, "not the greatest look for them."

"He's been missing for a couple of days now," You mentioned, it felt like a lightbulb started to flicker in your brain the longer you thought about it, "Do you think he ran away?"

"Doubt it, he probably just drove off somewhere and got lost," Nami responded, swirling her drink with her straw, "Perona's got a tracker on him, I'll ask her about it when I see her next."

You leaned back in your booth and sat quietly as you watched the two decide on whether or not Perona would have stayed or disappeared herself considering the allegations that'd been put forward. You relished the feeling of having your friends spout conspiracies over coffee. It'd been months since you'd last done this together and it was something you didn't realize you missed so much till right now, as they bickered over who knew the family better.

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