#that was the last big one i did when i was naught but a little and even MORE frazzled little baby man

[devilfish-landing]

Pittyober Day 1: Flowers

Bird's-foot trefoil was one of the few flowers in the Victorian language to denote darker thoughts: it symbolised revenge.

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ok so right off the bat do NOT trust mr. jj with any prompt for anything ever that lets him be annoying about flowers OR flower symbolism. going in i was a little frazzled and unsure what to do, but after trawling through many a list and finding The Above with Bird's-foot trefoil i was like. oohhh. Light Bulb

i was meaning for this to just be a quick scribble with some color slapped onto it but halfway through it became a weird inking + shading exercise ABHJBGEHJBHJ . oh whale. i hope u like . i promise there will b more than just this guy ok humor me just this once pls

#pirate101 #p101 #pitty101 #pitty fandom #art #dead mike #no further commentary for the tags im just real proud of how this came out abhjgebhj #i haven't been this excited abt a monthly challenge since . oogh. inktober 2019??? #that was the last big one i did when i was naught but a little and even MORE frazzled little baby man #pittyober 2k23 LETS GOOOO (elbow drops a table

[satoruluvies]

where our blue is

3 years of gojo's blue spring with his best friends and ... you. basically hidden inventory arc with you in it.

it's 2005 and satoru had met you for the first time. you'd heard of him, the strongest. you weren't particularly excited to meet him however that was all for naught when another classmate came along. suguru.

you quickly got close to suguru and he got along with satoru meaning you also got to hang out with satoru. over time though, the three of you became inseparable. satoru's demeanor changed from a stuck up brat to a goofy one. still a brat nonetheless.

somewhere along the way satoru developed feelings for you. he wasn't sure if it's because he was impressed by your technique and perseverance or because everytime you laugh the world suddenly becomes a better place.

he thinks you're very pretty. the way you'd scowl at his jokes, or the way you'd scold him when he got too arrogant or the way you could see through the strong front he put up, like the person he truly was, he loved you. every part of you. he'd die before he'd tell you that though.

“arcade lets go” you felt satoru’s strong arm over your shoulder as suguru trailed behind chuckling at the very obvious display of affection only he seemed to catch on.

“get lost im going shopping with shoko today” you shove him off as satoru clenched his heart dramatically. “oh come on i need my cheerleader!” he quickly rushed to stand in front of you blocking your way.

“no. even if i were to come i wouldn't be on your side” you roll your eyes at him, he only pouted. “why don't you and shoko meet us at the arcade later? we have a mission first anyway” suguru chimed in.

“get him get him!”

“hah you lost!” satoru pointed as he laughed diabolically, throwing a high five at shoko.

as a punishment for losing, “try a smoke” shoko suggested suguru hoping to catch him lacking and choke on it but suguru managed to do it elegantly. as he does everything.

“hm for you, buy me dinner. all i can eat” satoru said triumphantly. and oh it was a punishment alright. “hell no, you inhale food i’m broke” you only scowl at him annoyingly.

“no this is your punishment, you can't refuse” he rests his elbow on top of your head. “annoying ass” you grumble at which he only chuckled.

all you got him was an onigiri and a can of coke from a vending machine. you ran away before he could protest. little did you know though, satoru wanted to have dinner with you alone, as a friendly date between two friends of course.

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it's 2006 and with the new first years in jjk high, it was more livelier than last year. all of you had gotten pretty close, you especially with a bright underclassman named haibara.

more often than not, you spent your time with haibara chatting away and fooling around which satoru did not seem amused at. not one bit. he'd get more cranky over you but being the oblivious fool you are, you couldn't tell why.

sitting under the shade of the big tree at a park the students frequent, you relaxed after a particularly hard mission. out of nowhere satoru came and sat next to you without a word.

you didn't mind his presence and sat in silence until you felt him tap your shoulder. when you turned however, his finger poked your cheeks and you glare at him menacingly which he laughed at.

“you alright?” he asked as you shook his hand away. “better when you weren't here.”

satoru scoffed “you're definitely okay. i bet you'd prefer it if haibara was here”.

“i do actually” satoru made a face at your words not liking the way you admitted it but he didn't try to move further away, only closer. closer to you.

he leaned in till he was just a breath away. was this it? if he were to take this risk all the way and possibly confess, would you accept him? or would that ruin the friendship he had with you?

as he took his time debating, you snatched his glasses and giggled. “im taking this thanks!” you stood up and ran. ah well, there go his chance.

“hey give that back!” he started chasing you. you ran as fast as you could but you stood no chance against his unnecessarily long legs as they strode over to you.

he grabbed you by your waist and held you in place as you panted, out of breath. him? not so much.

you hid his glasses behind your back but satoru couldn't care less. his heart was hammering against his chest just from the way he held you and how close you are to him. it's like the universe was shouting and telling him to tell you about his feelings. he should have listened.

“hey hey look. i’ll give this back to you if… you buy us ice cream” your voice snapped him out of his own silly thoughts.

“us?”

“mhm. ice creams for suguru, shoko, haibara and nanami. all on you.” you grinned cheekily.

as if in a daze, he nods as you smile triumphantly. you brought his glasses and put it on him. you had to admit, you were glad he had to wear those, his blue eyes were so easy to drown in.

that night, all the first and second years sat on top of the school rooftop watching the stars while eating the ice cream popsicle satoru had brought, only because you asked. life was good.

until it wasn't.

due to a leg injury you had battling a grade 2 curse, your missions were taken by the other students. although you were disappointed in yourself you knew it was the right thing to do. at least you had shoko who was always at the school for healing since she was capable of using the reverse cursed technique.

however things never looked up from there.

when you found suguru's almost lifeless slashed body on the school grounds, the world beneath your feet crumbled. shakily you dragged him out of the debris and took him to shoko. you couldn't even begin to think of what could have happened to satoru or where he could be.

a few days ago, they had left on their mission to defend the star plasma vessel in high spirits. you guys even talked about having a school trip soon after they'd return but none of that seemed plausible now.

as soon as suguru was healed he immediately went away again, mumbling something about getting satoru. you couldn't follow because your leg wasn't fully healed yet. you could only stay behind and pray nothing happens to any of your friends.

when they returned however satoru felt, different. he felt colder, more distant. his uniform was covered in blood. whose blood? you didn't want to find out. that night he just fell into your arms in defeat, still cold, still shivering but still your satoru regardless.

that wasn't the end however.

the following weeks, you had begun to notice how distant geto had become. you'd tried talking to him but he'd brush you off everytime until you eventually stopped trying, but still assuring him you were here if he ever wanted to talk.

satoru was away on missions more and more. your friendship was slowly dissipating as much as you hated to admit it but you understood it was none of your faults. things happen. or that was what you keep telling yourself.

and you yourself had started going on more and more riskier missions on your own after your leg had healed.

as if the surging amount of curses popping up and then getting stronger and stronger weren't enough, you received news that became your breaking point.

haibara. how could it be? he had left with nanami on a mission abroad from which only nanami returned alive. it was hard for you to accept his death. ever since then you started completely detaching from everyone.

“i can't do this anymore” geto mumbled. you just stare at the floor unmoving, unfeeling.

things only took into a worse turn when you found out geto had massacred a village. he'd return particularly late one night and when you asked why, he sighs. “i just killed thousands of people y/n.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

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it's 2007 and satoru had found himself crying, begging for you not to leave. after the stunt suguru pulled, he couldn't lose you too. not you. never you.

“suguru is doing this alone satoru” he'd heard your meek voice say.

“what about me?” his own voice was shaking, choking on his tears. it was pathetic but he couldn't care less.

seeing your hesitation he begged more.

“y/n what about me?” he cried.

the way you looked at him, the way your body froze in place it was working. you wouldn't leave him, you'd stay... until you wouldn't.

“im sorry. i don't see the point in staying”

“don't go talking like him!” he screamed. he stood there crying, afraid to take another step in case that pushes you even further away.

“i’ve made my decision. nothing you say or do can change it.” you turn around and walked away.

satoru was speechless. his world paused as everything around him became blurry.

the only clear thing his six eyes allowed him to see was your figure disappearing into the crowd.

i love you i love you i love you

toads on the tip of his tongue. if he'd said that, would you have stayed? this question still haunted him ten years later.

satoru woke up to find the blindfold wrapping his eyes dampening. he chuckled dryly as he stood up from his seat. he was at school apparently napping at an empty classroom.

coincidentally the same classroom he had spent his happiest years in, now bland and quiet.

his students megumi, yuji and nobara had walked inside, bringing life to the once empty room. the trio reminded him a lot of you, suguru and himself, his heart clenches.

“were you napping? don't fall asleep when you called us here” megumi said to him as the other two took turns to sit in his fancy chair he sat in a second ago.

he let out a non humourous chuckle as his memories haunted him.

“what are you laughing about?” megumi asked.

“nothing?” satoru quipped.

it was far from nothing. he missed his best friend and you. especially you.

he'd once told himself he'd die before ever telling you about his feelings for you. how ironic is it that you had to die first and how much did he regret not being strong enough to protect you despite being the strongest.

because what good is it being the strongest if he still isn't strong enough to protect the people he loved.

tried changing my layout this time hehe. the third year is my favourite my poor bby gojo :(((

#jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk fic #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk au #jjk fluff #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo imagine #gojou satoru x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru angst #gojo angst #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru fluff #satoru x y/n #jjk satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #haibara yu

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

I wore the new coat you gave me every day, until it wasnt new any more. When the collar wore out, i had it replaced. When the elbows tore, i had them patched. by the end of it, the bottom of the coat had been re-hemmed so many times, rolled up upon itself again and again, that it became as short as an undershirt. My Third Brother saw it once, and teased me mercilessly for being such an unfashionable miser. I just laughed along. I couldn't explain. I didn't want to. You were always better at words than I was.

Here at our barracks, we have a custom of passing on our old clothes to the junior officers. Over the course of several years, favorite coats would slowly make its way down the ranks, and if it was fortunate enough to avoid getting lost or destroyed at the end of its distinguished service, the men would split it among themselves to make scarves, turbans, and kerchiefs. (once those small pieces were too far gone, they would be turned into cleaning rags). The old, green battle-coat that my Elder Brother gave me now decorates the brows of my fellow men. It gives me the same warm feeling of contentment to see it on them, as i had once felt wearing it.

I never parted with the new coat you gave me. I wore it until it was no longer new, and kept wearing it long after. If the men noticed, they made no comment. I kept it on under the clothes my Liege Lord and Elder Brother gave me. It started out as the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned, but strangely enough, I only grew fond of it after it became an unsightly mess of patchwork. More darn than silk. If you saw it now, you would have laughed, like you did last time. You might have tried to give me a replacement, and gone away looking so hurt and confused when i refused. You should know by now that i do not take gifts lightly.

One morning, several years after the day we last parted, the coat tore in my hands as i was putting it on. The fabric had become so thin. I folded it up, and kept it safe in my chest until evening. When the stars came out, I brought it out and laid it over the campfire, where the flames ate it up and the winds scattered the ashes far and wide.

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Oh boy, it is officially 1 AM and I am having many, many thoughts and feelings tonight about cao cao and guan yu. Notes under the cut.

So the story is inspired by something my mom told me once about clothes recycling in 70s China. She would get hand-me-down clothes from her big sister, once those were worn out, they would go to her little brother, after that, it would be used to patch other clothes, and once those wore out they would be used for rags. Quite a lifecycle. For much of human history, producing textiles was a expensive and time-consuming process, and it made me think about what people do with their old clothes doing the Han Dynasty. In the novel it’s mentioned several times that people would get rewarded old clothes from their superiors, so there is some precedence to this.

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Cao cao: oh, woe is me, the most miserable man in existence! My love is totally unrequited. Yunchang cares naught for me!

Guan yu: ^

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I use the translation “coat“ for 袍， there isn’t really a one to one English word, (although it’s often called a “heavy robe”). I’ve decided to go with “coat” to keep it more localized, and because I think “heavy robe” is clunky. Idk how to really explain it, the word robe denotes this very specific style of dress from outsiders perspective, in a way that doesn’t come naturally if you are a native speaker talking about your normal clothes. Vibes vs accuracy, FIGHT!

#san guo #my writing #guan yu/ cao cao #I was thinking to myself you know I ship them so hard but I’ve never written about them being intimate #And then I realized oh never mind this is like 10000 times gayer

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I wonder how Yves would deal with his s/o absolutely hate his guts. Like just one meeting and they already find his existence insufferable for no reason at all.

Another Anon Sent: Me , personally, would find Yves annoying as hell in real life. Mf is too composed

TW: mentions of past physical abuse (on Yves's side)

There is always a reason. Many reasons. The most glaringly obvious one is that if you don't like how he presents himself. Yves's existence already challenged a wide array of norms that had been established since the publishing of the bible. Maybe you don't like that he's a "man", "cosplaying" as a "woman". He knows a lot of people didn't, many of his old scars hidden under his turtleneck are there to prove that. Perhaps he's too good for you, unintentionally reminding you of your own inferiority. Perhaps, like what was described, he is too composed and put together that it seems suspicious.

And he understands that. He cannot please every category of people he comes across. This could mean you hating his entire being and viciously attacking his character for being the way he is. Yves accepted that, but it doesn't mean it hurts him any less. He may try his best to accommodate your wants, he can be malleable but only to a certain extent. His hair and makeup carry the weight of emotions and memories that you can never experience, and his mannerisms make up the legacy of all the crucial fragments of his life. Yves has his own identity and he cannot lose that. Without one, he knows he will fall apart and wither, all of his hard work will be for naught and you will be left unprotected.

Your hatred for him is an integral part of you, developed over years of exposure to your environment. No one is born loathing, it is the buildup of teachings from adults that causes it. As selfish as he is, he wouldn't just expunge it completely from your mind, even if he knows he can rewire your brain to an obedient little thing. That isn't you.

However, tolerance can be learned. If Yves knows you would have hated him upon initial contact, he wouldn't reveal himself too early. You still had years of maturing to catch up. He has time, he can wait. Yves will tailor your experiences, letting you mingle with diversity, and broaden your view of the world. He knows all the buttons, the levers, and the switches in your mind and how he could manipulate them to better you.

Not to say all your friends are paid actors and actresses, Yves doesn't even need to do that most of the time. All he needs is information, about who will be there, when will they be and why will they be there. And just like fate itself, Yves will bring you to them. Change needs to be gradual, the human mind simply cannot take massive shocks.

Maybe you find his tranquility irritating because you didn't grow up seeing that. Your home life could have been chaotic, unpredictable, and constantly needing you to turn on survival mode. Hence, seeing Yves as an anomaly in the world and rejecting the unknown. You're used to the mayhem, not the peace; at least in disorder, you know what to expect.

Then, Yves will give you a frame of reference. You will meet people of varying degrees of collectiveness, with him being on the extreme end of the spectrum. You will see more and more portrayals of similar personalities in the media. Then, surely but slowly, you will change.

Right?

Perhaps, no. You won't. You could stay the same and it would only mean his hypothesis wasn't correct. You might even get worse. And that is alright, this is in no way, shape or form a failure. He still succeeded, he succeeded in obtaining data. This is the scientific method, no outcome is still an outcome. It is this attitude that got Yves to where he is, to the mammoth collections in his office. He will try again, with another experiment design, with another hypothesis based on the last study's results. Why didn't it work? Was there something he missed? Did his bias get in the way? Was he not looking at the big picture this whole time?

Regardless, he will keep going. Each time, he learns something new about you that others may deem insignificant. But could potentially be the determining factor. And he notes it down without missing a beat.

That is why it takes years. That is why you're more likely to meet Yves only later in life. You still need more time to develop your views and you are constantly changing whether you like it or not.

Knowledge may not be the cure to hatred, but it is the cure to ignorance. Yves would do is present the world as best as he can in front of you, and let you think for yourself. To him, the gift of choice is the ultimate expression of love.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[whbfan]

The Two Stars That Fell From the Sky | Part 2/6

Lucifer’s pupils which were so big that they almost filled his eyes surveyed the boy’s features.

Lucifer: …..?

Lucifer stared at the boy’s face in his field of vision for a moment in a daze, and then realized that the boy in his field of vision was looking down at him, close enough for their noses to touch.

The tip of Lucifer’s nose caught a whiff of the boy’s healthy, fresh body odor, and the scent of blood and medicine mixed with it made him instinctively tense.

???: Huh—! You can’t strain your body yet! Every single bone in your body is broken…!

As the boy gasped and shimmed back, Lucifer slid his gaze down to look at his body.

His body was full of splits, bandages, and medicine. He didn’t need to ask who did it.

Lucifer: Get lost… Don’t bother.

The cold voice was lifeless, like someone who had just crawled out of the netherworld, but strangely sensual.

Having lost the will to live, he found everything cumbersome, The boy’s efforts were admirable, but he didn’t want to say or think of anything.

???: ………!!!

The boy’s eyes sparkled and a rosy glow appeared on his handsome cheeks at Lucifer’s cold words.

???: Your voice…!! It’s so cool….!!!

Lucifer: ……….

When the boy made a fuss and shouted, the staff tied to his back tinkled frantically.

Lucifer frowned. He was languid and weary, and the presence of the boy beside him was too much.

But it wasn’t hard dismissing the boy. All he had to do was tell him ‘the truth’.

???: Aren’t you thirsty? Shall I give you something to drink? Oh, you should loosen your body and—

Lucifer: Everything you’ve done is for naught. As long as I’m in Hell, my wounds won’t heal.

???: Eek— why?!

Lucifer: Because I’m an angel.

It was ridiculous to say that when he had neither wings nor halos, but now that he had said it was useless, he hoped the young creature beside him would go away.

???: Yes, I know.

Said the boy, then ran off with the tinkling of bells, and soon returned with the same sound.

White large feathers that were still bloodstained were still in his hands.

???: I’m sorry… Some of it came off while I treated you. You have gotten better in other places, but this wound won’t heal so I can’t stop the bleeding…

Moreover, the boy looked tearful like it made him upset.

???: You’re saying it’s slow to heal in Hell because you’re an angel, right? That’s a shame… I hope you get better soon.

When the boy sighed, the staff on his back seemed to tinkle in agreement.

Lucifer: (That’s…)

Lucifer stared at the round gem at the end of the boy’s staff.

Looking back at Lucifer who was quietly staring in his direction, the boy gave a stare and hastily brought a wet towel.

???: It’s time to wipe your body. It’s gonna hurt a little when it touches your wounds since you’re awake, but endure…

Lucifer: You’re a pain. Get lost.

Lucifer glared at the boy, his large pupils filled with hostility.

It would have made perfect sense if he replied with ‘That bed you’re lying in, those sheets you’re under—they’re all mine!’

???: Mmm. I was going to go out tomorrow to get food!

The boy didn’t succumb to Lucifer’s cold treatment and answered with a bright smile as cool as a dawn breeze.

???: It’s going to take some time since I’m getting food for two people, so I might not come home today.

The boy spoke with a shadowless face, not the least bit disgruntled.

???: I’ll be back tomorrow! Sleep some more!

After the boy left there was a sound of the front doors closing beyond the closed bedroom.

Lucifer finally close his eyes slowly in the silence.

Then, the scene he last saw before losing consciousness filled his view as though it had been waiting for him.

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Lucifer: Our Father, who art in Heaven…

Crunch…!!

Lucifer’s sharp nails dug into the flesh and muscle of his back.

Lucifer: Hallowed be thy name…

Crack…!!

Lucifer’s bloody hand pulled out one of his wing bones and crushed it.

Lucifer: Thy kingdom come…

Riiip…!!

There was a bizarre sound as the tendons attached to the broken wingbone snapped, and finally a piece of wing attached to one shoulder detached completely from the body and fell away.

When one of Lucifer’s twelve great wings fell away, the light began to disappear from his body.

He that hath no wings, shall not be able to set foot in Heaven.

Even so, Lucifer didn’t stop praying or harming himself.

Lucifer: Forgive us our sins…

Lucifer: And lead us not into temptation…

Lucifer: But deliver us from evil…

As the prayer continued, his wings fell to the ground.

The fallen wings sank as they hit the ground, passing right through the ground, as if to show that they didn’t belong in Heaven.

Lucifer: For thine is the kingdom,

Lucifer: The power and the glory,

Lucifer: For ever and ever…!!!

As Lucifer finished praying and ripped his last wing off…

Flash—!

The area which had always been daylight thanks to Lucifer’s halo was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The moment his last, twelfth wing fell from him, Lucifer felt the terrifying sensation he had never felt before, if his halo disappearing.

With that, his body began to sink.

That was how Lucifer fell.

Leaving behind his brothers reaching out desperately as he receded—leaving behind the distraught Seraphim.

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The figures and voices of the weeping and raging Seraphim followed like a never-ending whirling dervish.

At some point, Lucifer was once again trapped in a world of darkness and unconsciousness.

Unconscious for the past week, he had to endure the pain over and over again in an unconscious state with no concept of time.

But he suddenly regained consciousness,

Lick–

Lucifer: ……….!

With a familiar warmth.

It was the same then. It was this warmth that woke him up after endlessly being resented by the Seraphim.

When Lucifer opened his eyes with a start, the boy’s face that was much too close again filled his entire view.

Lucifer: (…Again.)

???: Oh! You’re up! Good timing. I cooked rice porridge so eat it while it’s hot—

Clang—!!

When the friendly boy came with a bowl of porridge on a tray, Lucifer swatted it away with his arm.

The flying tray smashed into the stone wall, and the house shook slightly.

The bowl shattered, grazing the body of the young creature in front of him, creating a gash and splattering the steaming remains of the porridge across his face.

Lucifer: I told you not to bother.

???: How can you move like that when you’re hurt!!

The boy yelped, cutting off Lucifer’s growl. Clink, clink!! The bells jingled. It was a sound that somehow made him feel better.

???: The bones in your arms haven’t mended yet!!

The boy seemed to have no learning ability, as he approached Lucifer like he forgot that he had refused his favor yesterday and had just thrown his porridge bowl.

The boy gently touched the loose splinted arm with a worried look on his face.

The bell jingled once, followed by a bright flash of light from the orb at the end of the boy’s staff.

The light flowed down the boy’s fingertips to sink into Lucifer’s arm.

The red, swollen flesh settled, the broken bones healed, and the arm that had been splinted straightened.

???: Huh….? Huhhh….?! The bones… mended…?!

The boy looked confused although he was the one who did it, and rejoiced.

???: Huh? It feels like the orb is brighter…

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the boy holding his staff with one hand and studying the orb at its tip.

Lucifer: …A dragon who doesn’t know how to use a magic pearl. It’s proof he’s alive.

When Lucifer muttered and strained his better arm to raise his upper body, the boy who had been studying the orb with a frown, lifted his head and met Lucifer’s gaze with gleaming eyes.

Lucifer thought the boy would make another fuss and say ‘Do you remember me?!’, but he smiled with the most mature look in his eyes that Lucifer had seen so far.

???: Yes, I wanted to thank you… and I was surprised when you fell here.

Lucifer looked at the vertically slit pupils staring back at him and remembered the first time he had seen them.

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The war between Heaven and the Dragons.

It was more ambush and invasion or slaughter and carnage than war.

In the hands of the angel who tore through the dimension, the little dragon was held hostage by his throat, and all the dragons died before the angel without protest.

A single dragon was the size of a mountain, so when the majority of the dragons became composes and piled up, it became a giant mountain range of corpses.

And at the end of that mountain range, the last of the dragons stood before him, bloodied but undiminished in spirit, as he stared at Michael and his legion.

The dragon’s eyes were deeper than the others, and its scales were wrinkled with age.

Elder Dragon: From an interdimensional being… I have heard of you… Of brothers with the same father… Of angels slaying devils in the same world with your own hands…

The old dragon coughed blood. The blood dyed the dragon’s white beard. There were already more than a thousand spears of light in his stomach.

Michael was glaring at him squarely with both eyes.

#the two stars that fell from the sky #note: some dialogues were fixed or changed to be more accurate #whb #what in hell is bad #whb gamigin #whb lucifer #whb spoilers #whb event #what in ‘hell’ is bad

[mzladyd]

~ Extra Curricular Studies ~

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 fem! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[For our broody but sexy man. 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙻𝚊𝚠 ♡]

Summary A/U: Everything seems to be smooth sailing, until a grey eyed man shambles your world and turns it upside down.

Genre: smut (18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI)

Content Warning: alcohol consumption, bondage, ball gag/nipple clamps, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering/oral (fem receiving), orgasm (both parties).

A/N: This is my very first time ever writing a fan fic and what better way than for @lawscorazon 1k collab! I have enjoyed reading your work so so much! Thank you for letting me participate. If y’all like it annnd if you want more of this A/U I have a bit more brewing in my noggin. Feel free to like, comment, critique and reblog! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing It ♡

Word Count: 11k

I also have a suggestion! When the spicy scene goes to the bedroom please listen to Daddy-By Ramsey ♡

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Everything that happens in person’s life tends to bring them to certain circumstances that shapes their path. In more cases than none, we don’t understand the path we are on is of importance until the crossroad connects and we pick the one that changes everything in an instant.

It was the last class of the day and a content sigh escape from inside you. The happiness you felt that the day was almost over with radiated through your body as you were so ready to start your weekend. You could literally feel the comfortable clothes against your skin at the mere thought of it.

Feeling the sun bare down on your soft skin in a warm embrace, the gentle breeze that followed behind it made the unruly heat somewhat bearable.

A month has almost passed since you started school at the university, and everything seemed to fall back into place like it always did. The typical jitters of hoping you weren’t going through all of this for naught had finally subsided as well as finally knowing where your classes were so you could stop entering the wrong class every damn day.

You always enjoyed school, socializing with friends and learning as much as your knowledge hungry mind could consume. You decided years ago that you wanted to make a name for yourself as well as help people in their time of need.

To become a doctor was a big responsibility for you, and you understood that you had to sacrifice a huge part of your social life in order to be successful.

You weren't truly happy about that part but understood what it was going to cost and what the rewards were going to be once completing the Mount Everest of a task. You had always been fascinated how the body worked, from as early as a child you would beg your mom to buy medical books so that you could study and learn what made people operate and function.

The memory of your mom’s appalled expression when pointing out where her “wienus” was clearly knowing It wasn’t the true name would always be a core memory. Chuckling at the thought, you walked into your class and set your book bag down on the empty seat next to you and got comfy for the day’s lesson.

Watching the classroom slowly fill with people, the grunting sound of the sleepy face moss head known as Zoro caught your attention. Observing him aimlessly as he slumped down in his seat with a big yawn, the chair creaked loudly as it tried to hold his massive frame. He was a fine being to look at, but his cocky attitude and overall disinterest in anything but working out and being the best at his sports gave you little to no interests for as long as you known him.

Following close behind him, the familiar freckled face known as Ace greeted him with a punch to the arm in greeting before slumping into his seat next to him. Two fine ass men you only admired from afar.

"Oi!!! Y/N!!!"

Darting your attention away from the two and up to the classroom door, you smiled at the sight of Luffy, Sanji and Usopp waving at you as they walked past the class door. Making a silly face at them, you smiled and waved back before the sudden vibration of phone pulled your attention away from them. Picking up your phone, you saw that there were multiple messages back-to-back.

"Y/N! Y/N!! Y/N!!!" Perplexed at the urgency, you leaned back in your chair and began to type your best friend back.

"Yes Nami??" Not even a second later her message came through.

"There you are!! You won't believe who I just saw!"

Lightly biting your bottom lip, your brow rose slightly as you tried to think of whom she was referring to. Half of the people you went to high school with were scattered all around the campus, along with many new faces. Brows furrowing together, you began to type your reply but was interrupted by a sudden clearing of the throat.

Glancing up slowly, your eyes met with a familiar set of grey orbs. His expression was his regular unamused "why do I have to be here" bleak distaste in anything that always piqued your interest. Ever since you first witnessed the being known as Trafalgar D. Law, you instantly wanted to consume your thoughts with this man – who he was, what was his story, all the way down to thoughts that made your insides flutter like bats trapped in a cave ready to escape.

Looking him over, the energy that expelled from him had a sense of confidence with a low vibration of something even more mysterious. He towered over you as he looked down at you, a slight smirk forming his smooth pink lips. His stature was lean, but the defiant athletic muscles flexed lightly as he held onto his book bag. His black button up shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top allowing you to see a bit of a tattoo design that tried to peak out. Taking in his Greek God appearance, your eyes finally made contact with his once more as his dark brows began to knit together in impatience.

"Are you going to just keep staring or can I sit?" He tossed his book bag on the floor next to the desk.

"Kinda need it, seeing how it's the only chair available." His voice was deep and smooth as he spoke to you, causing another flutter of bats to hit the inside of your stomach with even more of a vigorous force.

"Oh. Yeah. So-Sorry." you shyly mumbled as you grabbed your belongings and set them on the floor next to you.

You couldn't believe that Law was even here; you hadn't seen him in two years and assumed he was completely done with school. You thought you could end your schoolgirl crush once and for all that day you walked across the stage for graduation, but in a hilarious twist of fate, oh how wrong you were.

You had dreamed countless of times how you wanted to give yourself to the broody guy that shared classes with you throughout the years, but because of your lack of confidence, the idea of making such a bold move had been doused out quicker than a bucket of water to a campfire.

Leaning back in your chair, you brought your attention towards the front of the class as he sat next to you, leaning into you slightly as he shifted to get his note pad from his bag. The sudden earthy tone scent of his natural aroma hit your senses and made you melt into your seat. Your mind silently screaming at the nearness of him causing you to bite your lower lip to muffle any sounds that dared to escape.

As he rested his arms onto the desk, you noticed the new tattoos that splayed across his knuckles, hands and both forearms. You squinted your eyes slightly to try and read what he knuckles said. Sensing your eyes on his hands, he twirled his pen between his fingers playfully causing you to jerk your attention away from them and back up to his face.

Even though he was sitting down, he still towered over you. Gone were the boyish features and what replaced him was a smoldering man who radiated so much intellect, mystery and sex appeal it made you shift uneasily in your chair as you clenched your legs together. Feeling your constant gaze upon him, he looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a coy smirk formed across his pink lips yet again allowing his white teeth to gleam.

"Someone sure loves to gawk..." his voice rumbled deeply as he whispered to you.

Opening your mouth to justify your staring, the sudden clearing of your professor’s voice boomed into your mind releasing you from the infatuated grip that had its hold on you.

"I don't gawk." You mumbled under your breath in a weak attempt to defend your ego, but really could he honestly blame you?!

Shifting in your seat, you took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as you tried to concentrate on the assignment, but the constant arousing thoughts that ran through your mind had better plans for you today. This was going to be the longest year of your life, thanks to Trafalgar bursting through your cozy, introverted bubble.

The lessons went as smoothly as it could. Between trying to pay attention to the professor's topic and ignoring the heated tension you were creating all on your own by sitting next to Law, it amazed you that you were able to accomplish anything that period.

"Ok students, this project is going to be a partner assignment. It's an extra credit to your semester grade and will be a big plus to help you pass this semester. Seeing how the class is full, I am going to partner you guys with the person you are sitting next too."

Hearing the happy whispers of getting stuck with their friends and some groans, you couldn't help but instantly stiffen at the professor’s words.

"Get to know your study buddy next to you, because they will be a big part of getting you the grade you need to pass. Remember - team work, makes the dream work!" The teacher annoyingly outstretched his hands in a "you can do it!!" manner.

"I will leave you guys to it for the rest of this class, discuss what parts you will play in this project." Nodding his head to everyone, the professor walked to his desk and began to prep for tomorrow’s lessons, leaving the rest of us to "bond" with our new study buddy.

Leaning back in his chair, Law brought his attention to you. "So, your place or mine?" The bold statement made your eyes bulge out as you tried to respond but just end up looking like a fish gasping on air.

Seeing you completely lose the rest of the composure you had left; Law couldn't help but eat it up. He remembered you in high school and secretly enjoyed admiring you from afar. You weren't like the rest of the girls that would make him lose interest quick. You were different, but he never really wanted to be the weirdo that randomly approached you. He stuck to himself and had very few friends because he wanted it that way. In all reality, it was better that way. You usually hung out with a rowdy group of friends that made you stick out like a sore thumb due to the fact you were the quietest one in the group, but somehow you fit in perfectly.

Looking at you now after the few years of being out of high school, he noticed that you still were as beautiful as the day he saw you - Perfect lips, stunning "Y/C" eyes and soft skin that made him wonder what it would feel like to drag his teeth across it. Checking out your body now, his eyes took in the supple curves you had, your crossed legs, all the way down to the little pooch of your stomach as you sat in your chair. Tilting his head to the side, he looked back up at your wide-eyed expression and gave his best devilish grin.

"Ex-excuse me?” You squeaked out a small response. Sitting by Law was one thing but being ALONE with him was a completely different story all together.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and sat up straight to give him the best confident smile you could muster up.

"I- I am not picky, I can go to your place." You gave him a nonchalant expression, hoping that your nerves weren't showing.

"Nami usually has the gang over throughout the week. With Luffy being on a whole different level of loud, Usopp always fixing stuff and Sanji pestering us with food, we won’t be able to concentrate." You shook your head slightly at the horde you had at home, but one you wouldn’t choose to be without.

Bringing your attention back up to him, the way he studied your face meticulously made you start to feel somewhat self-conscious. Seeing the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, you realized you just sealed your fate with that statement as a playful gleam began to shine in his eyes.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen." The professor's voice interrupting the two of you before Law could reply.

"Class is dismissed don't forget to stay on top of this assignment. I want to hear of what you two come up with by tomorrow and whether or not it's going to be acceptable."

Once dismissed, you stood up quickly, grabbed your belongings from the desk, and began to shove them in your bag. Your hair curtaining your face to hopefully shield your reddened cheeks from Law. As he got up from his spot, the earthy smell from him hit your senses again in an intoxicating hug, causing your hands to shake slightly as you struggled to zip up your damn bag. Reaching out towards you, Law placed his hand on yours and took the bag from you.

"I have to run into work after school for a little bit," His long slender fingers zipped up your bag with ease before holding it out towards you, his eyes still gleaming with a mischievous glow.

"Meet at my place around seven?" Taking your bag from him, you slid it onto your shoulder as he held out a ripped piece of paper towards you. Accepting it from him, you held it close to your chest as you finally brought your eyes up to him.

"See you tonight Y/N." He brought his hand up to your face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before walking off.

Walking through the hallway, your mind buzzed with excited thoughts of what just happened and what will continue tonight. Pinching your bottom lip between your pointer finger and thumb, you stepped out of the building and made your way aimlessly throughout the courtyard.

Feeling the vibration of your phone ringing, it instantly snapped you back to reality as you dug It out of your pocket and placed it to your ear.

"Hi Nami, I am..."

"WHERE WERE YOU?!! Nami's loud voice cut you off before you could explain yourself.

“You ghosted me for over an hour! Did you get my messages? I saw Law!! I thought he moved away?" You appreciated your best friend’s nonstop chatter as you leaned up against a shady tree to gather your thoughts. Tilting your head back against the hard bark, you snorted out a small laugh at how completely wrong you both were at that assumption.

"I know. He's in my class." You bit your lip as you waited for her reply; your cheeks slowly growing pink at the confession.

Her end went eerily silent for a moment as she processed what you just said. “Where are you? I am sitting under the gazebo; hurry, I want to hear everything!" Before you could say another word, Nami hung up the phone which was your queue to hurry the hell up and get to her.

Making your way through the different crowds of students, you finally made your way up to where Nami was sitting. The golden rays of sunshine flowed through her hair, almost making her look ethereal. Her hair dancing around her like flames as the wind blew through it. The outfit for today was a green romper that held her supple curves in all the right places. Her long legs were crossed as she leaned into the table. Elbows resting on the hard wood, she lazily skimmed through her phone as she waited for you. Spotting you walking up to her, she set her phone down on the table and smacked her hands down.

"Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!" Her honey brown eyes sparkled with excitement as you sat down next to her.

Feeling the rosy tickle of your skin getting warm, you placed your cool hands on either side of your face and tried to think of how you were going to eliminate the billion questions she was about to ask. Taking in a deep breath, you instantly let out the pent-up emotions that you held in for the past hour.

"Yes, Law is in my class. When you were texting me, I didn’t notice him walking up, hence the reason why I didn’t text you back, so...” As the rushing waves of excitement flowed out of you, you told every last detail to Nami. From the class being full and Law having to sit next you, to your professor’s hilarious idea of everyone working with partners. It wasn’t to say you didn’t want to work with Law, you truly dreamed of this day. It was the fact that working with a man you’ve had a crush on secretly for so long was nerve-wracking.

“…Now Law is my "study buddy" for this semester due to the assignment and I have to meet him at his house tonight to go over it, because our house is loud.” You let out a gasp-like sigh as the last bit of air left you from your blur of words.

Taking in a shaky breath, an anxious smile spread across your face as you waited for her reply. Nami simply sat there and stared at you. Her mouth hung slightly a jar as she stared at you stunned, the wheels obviously turning in her head as she tried to process what you just said. What seemed like an eternity really only lasted for a brief second, the sound of Nami’s excited cheer rang around the both of you. Grabbing onto you quickly, she pulled you into a big ass hug and began to rock you from side to side tightly.

"FINALLY!!" She yelled out ecstatically before pulling you away to look at you for a moment then bringing you back into her for an even bigger hug. Your cheek smushing into her shoulder as she did so.

Not hearing them over the commotion from Nami, Luffy, Sanji and Usopp walked up to the gazebo to join the two of you. Pushing yourself away from Nami’s shoulder, you rubbed your nose slightly in irritation before looking at the group that walked up to the two of you.

They were your little group of misfits who became more like an additional family- Watching Usopp tell one of his tall-tale stories, Luffy chomping down on a piece of jerky from his pocket, and Sanji making googly eyes at Nami. Glancing at all of them, your heart couldn't be happier to call this group yours.

"You guys won’t believe what happened to our little friend here." Nami nudged you from your happy thought and brought you back to reality. Looking at the group of guys, your face instantly turned red.

"Shut up Nami!" you hissed through clenched teeth.

Tucking his unlit cig behind his ear, Sanji slid in-between the two of you. Throwing one arm around Nami and the other around you, he began to look back and forth between you both.

"Ooo Gossip about our Y/N." He wiggled his curly brows before winking at you.

"Do tell, Nami dear." He purred happily in curiosity, the smell of cigarettes and cologne radiated from Sanji as he brought you both closer to him.

"Sanjil!" Nami groaned in annoyance.

"Hands!!!!" She smacked his hand off her shoulder before pulling away from his heavy arm. Standing up, Nami looked at the guys before bringing her attention back onto you.

"We don't have time to discuss it, we’ll meet you guys at the apartment; We have some much-needed shopping to do before tonight!" Nami's wide Cheshire cat smile went from ear to ear as she grabbed your hand and pulled you from your spot under Sanjis arm.

With a slight pout of his bottom lip, Sanji let out a defeated sigh and shrugged.

"I can hold off on cooking dinner then until you guys get back." Sanji's puppy dog eyes always made your heart smile at the over romantic man. One day he will make a woman extremely happy.

"But Saaaanjil!!" Luffy groaned in protest. "I am hungry now!!”

"Yeah, Sanj you said you were going to make your Seafood Risotto after class!!" Usopp chimed in and slumped his shoulders as he began to whine back.

“Yeah!! That’s why I didn’t get a third serving at lunch.” Luffy clutched at his stomach and laid back on the table of the gazebo as if he were dying.

"Will you two shut the hell up!!" Sanji spat out in frustration at the two men making fools of themselves. "You will eat when the ladies eat and like it!!" Glaring at the two, he brought his eyes back up to the two of you.

"No need to worry Sanj, we will pick up something on the go, not sure when we will get back to the house." Nami started to pull you away from the gazebo and began to head towards the parking lot.

 Grabbing your keys out of your pocket, you tossed them towards Sanji. Quicker than a rubber-band pop, Luffy's long arm caught the keys before Sanji had a chance to even pick up his hand.

"Take my car home would you Luff? And please don't do anything stupid with it..." You gave him a pleading look before turning your attention to Nami.

"Sweet! Don’t worry “Y/N” you can count on me!” Sticking his tongue out at the guys, Luffy began to dangle the keys in their faces.

“Race you to the house, last one there coughs up $100!!!" Luffy shouted with glee before running off to your car causing the other two to look at each other for a brief moment then followed him in a quick pursuit. Sighing out in defeat you followed Nami to her ride as your mind began to buzz with what was in store for you.

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Hearing the soft raps of knuckles hitting the door as it slowly opened, the smell of Sanji’s cooking surrounded you in a mouth-watering touch as it began to waft through the room.

“My darlings din…” Sanji’s soft voice was cut short as his eyes landed on you.

The smokey eye Nami had created made “Y/E color” pop and gave you a sultry look compared to the tom boy style you were used too.

“Y/N…..” Sanji’s words got stuck in the middle of his throat as he took on your appearance.

From your head all the way down to your toes, the clothing fit your form and brought out the best of your figure. Bringing his attention to your face, his mouth hung slightly gapping as your hair flowed around you in a soft curtain, your eyes shimmering like deep pools of wonder as you looked at him.

Feeling his eyes roam all over your body, your brows furrowed together in a concerned expression as you began to look at your outfit wondering what the hell he was staring at.

“Sanji your nose is going to bleed if you don’t stop gawking…” Nami’s words cut through his thoughts making him stand up straight and clear his throat.

“Ehrmm..uhh..Din-Dinner is ready.” He shifted on his feet and leaned against the door frame, his toned muscular arms crossing over his chest. Nodding up at you, an odd smirk formed his now composed face.

“What is with the sudden dress up?” His blue eyes scanned between the two of you for a moment before landing on you permanently.

“Y/N has finally snagged herself a man!” Nami nudged you with her elbow before walking over to your vanity that nestled against the wall.  

“Do you remember her crush Law in high school? Well, our little quiet one here is meeting with him tonight at his house.” Nami wiggled her eyebrows at you while she fluffed out her long mane of hair in the mirror, her honey brown eyes looked down and noticed the now empty small black and pink bag she had handed to you earlier.

“Oh!? So, you DID retire the mismatch comfort for the evening.” Nami picked up the empty bag, which used to contain the new bra and underwear she gave you, and shimmied it in her hands, clearly thrilled that you decided to wear that instead of your usual sports bra and boxer underwear.

Looking over to Sanji you hoped he didn’t understand what Nami was talking about, but the glazed stary-eyed mess that contorted his face as he looked at the bag then quickly to your figure, answered your question.

“Sanji!” You threw the bag at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Eyes!!” You snapped as you walked over to the bed and plopped down. Leaning over you tossed your hair over your shoulder as you bent down to grab your boots and began to put them on.

“It’s not a date; I didn’t “snag” him. It’s LITERALLY us studying so we don’t fail this stupid semester. Nothing more!” You narrowed your eyes at Nami’s smug smile.

“Trafalgar Law?” Sanji’s expression went back to normal as the distaste of the man’s name was undeniable in his tone. “I thought he moved? I don’t think it’s a good idea to go over there Y/N.”

An unfamiliar fixated expression formed across Sanji’s face that you didn’t usually see directed to you. Nami? Yes. Every other hot woman that passed by him? Most definitely! But you? Never!

He would rather throw a pillow at you to distract you from winning the video game or pat your head in an “atta boy” fashion for learning a new recipe then to ever see you in that way…Right?

Nibbling on your lower lip, the weird feeling and all this fuss was causing you to get a slight headache - no thanks to Nami.

Standing up from your bed, you walked over to your desk, grabbed your book bag and made your way to your door.

“Yes, Trafalgar Law. Obviously he didn’t move away and like I said for the hundredth time…It’s just a study night.”

Gazing up at him as he blocked you from exiting your room, you clenched your jaw in frustration and crossed your arms over your chest to match his brooding energy.

“Sanji, stop being an overbearing brut; she’s going to be fine! I want to know all the dirty deets when you get back though, Y/N.”

Snapping your attention to Nami, you shook your head in disbelief before pushing past Sanji and making your way to the living room where Usopp and Luffy were stuffing their faces.

Two set of eyes slowly looked away from the tv and brought their full attention on you.

“Oi, Y/N, why do you look like a girl?” Luffy said through a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, Y/N, you smell really good too!” Usopp closed his eyes and breathed in your perfume, his long nose wiggling a bit in appreciation.

“She has a date tonight.” Sanji said as Nami and him made their way into the living room, clearly unamused with the thought.

Shaking your head, you laughed as you looked at the group and shrugged. “I give up. I have to go it’s getting late.”

Walking up to Sanji as he stood in your way again of leaving the apartment; you looked up at him with a glare. Your hand coming up to poke him square in the chest with your finger.

“Save me a plate before these two eat it all.” You glanced over to the pair on the couch before bringing your attention back to Nami and him.

“I will be back later.” Walking around Sanji, you waved bye to everyone and made your way out of the apartment and to your car. This was not a date; you were just going to have a calm, chill night of studying and nothing more.

If that was the case, then why were your nerves slowly starting to get the best of you as you slid into the driver seat and made your way out of the complex.

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Fifteen minutes later, you park your car at Law’s apartment and began to scan the grey buildings like a deer in headlights. Both hands holding onto the steering wheel, you sat there contemplating how all this came into fruition.

Everything that happened in your life leading up to today’s events brought you to this moment, right now. Leaning back into your seat the amusing thought came to you. If someone would have come to you a few years ago and told you that you were going to be outside Trafalgar Law’s apartment one day; You would have laughed out loud and told them to stop playing.

Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly before grabbing a hold of your book bag and headed towards his apartment.

The night air held a soft whisper within it as autumn made its presence known that it was near. Rubbing your hands over your arms, you weren’t sure if the bumps were due to the wind, or your excitement was getting the best of you.  Walking through the complex, you realized the vast three-story luxury buildings seemed to settle in a perfect circle around the complex pool. The light grey buildings shined like illuminating stars from the people that contently dwelled within them. Gawking at the luxurious apartments, you were glad you chose his place rather than yours.

Not that your place wasn’t comfy and cozy, but it was definitely more along the lines of the stereotypical college dorm apartments. These apartments though, where meant for doctors, lawyers and anyone who had a good chunk of change to afford them.

Reaching the final step of the third floor, you let out a heavy sigh as you momentarily try to gather your bearings and compose yourself by taking deep and steady breaths. You weren’t prepared for the mini cardio workout you just self-inflected.

Shifting the book bag back onto your shoulder, you began to head down the outside corridor to his apartment door. Breathless, shaky, and a complete nervous wreck, you finally made it up to his apartment and lift the small doorknocker. Holding onto the small metal ring, you square your shoulders, lift your chin in confidence, and threw caution to the wind as you knocked on the door.

Biting the inside of your cheek to ease your nerves, you listen intently as the footsteps from the other side of the door grew closer. Two quick clicks of locks and the door open, the bats in your stomach that had been dormant this whole-time woke in a vigor as you brought your eyes up to look at Law.

He wore the same loose button up shirt he had on earlier, only now itwas halfway button allowing you to see more of the tattoo design on his expose chest. Placing his hand on the doorframe, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, teasing a glimpse of the muscles and veins that splayed underneath his tattoos.

Fuck this can’t be real, you thought to yourself as you stood there.

“Hello little miss gawker.” His warm voice had a playful tone to it as he looked at you. Grey eyes held a peculiar gleam that made your skin break out in goosebumps as he looked you over, clearly enjoying the view in front of him.

“I don’t gawk.” Your arms crossed over your chest, as your eyes darted to the apartment behind him. 

“Are you going to let me in or are we just going to study in the damn doorway?” You tried your best to channel Nami’s “no shit given” attitude and hope you weren’t failing miserably at it.

Surprised at your sudden boost of confidence, a sly smirk formed his stunning features. Watching you he licked his lips before nodding his head back.

“After you…” He pursed his lips as he placed his back against the door and pushed it open a little more to allow you to walk in, the action causing you to rub up against him as you made your way inside.

Laws apartment wasn’t anything like you had imagined - High vaulted ceilings gave a cathedral effect as the Oakwood beams connected to a point in the living room. Black tile floors flowed from the entranceway, throughout the hallway, kitchen and stopped before you got to the cream plush carpet in the living room.

Setting your bag down on one of the cozy bar stools, you made your way into the living room and looked out one of the large windows. The sunset was breathtaking as the fall trees started to shine its radiant colors; the rays of the sunshine that flowed through them gave an illusion as if they were glowing. The view from his third story apartment was peaceful, with dogs running around the little park and people sitting by the fire pits that nestled on opposite sides of the pool, you could easily see yourself sitting here all day long, laid out on the grey chase lounge and getting lost in a book.

Feeling eyes on you, you brought your attention over to Laws intense gaze. As if your eye contact beckoned him, he began to slowly walk up to you, his expression took on more of a mischievous gleam as his eyes locked on yours.

Eyes growing wide as he stopped in front of you. He brought his hand up to your face and brushed away a small lash that had fallen upon your cheek. Closing your eyes at his soft touch, you didn’t realize that your body went into autopilot as you began to lean forward into him.

“Hungry?” His gruff voice cut into your thoughts, making you finally let out the breath you were holding in.

“Wh-what?” You looked up at him not really computing the words that came from his mouth.

“Are…You…Hungry?” Law jokingly mimicked sign language signs with his hands as he spoke slower to you. Somewhat taken aback at his sense of humor, you instinctively pushed him softly and shook your head laughing. A playful smile formed his chiseled face as he touched his arm where you pushed him.

“I made onigiri and grilled blackened fish. We can eat and then get started on the assignment.”

Walking away from you, you brought your hand to your face and touch where his fingers had been. The tingle of his flesh still imbedded on your skin causing another chill to run down your spine. Your core that was inside you began to ignite with a feeling you only had when it was late at night and you were in bed touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Y-yeah, Sounds good!” You smiled softly, making your way into the kitchen to join him.

As glorious as the living room was, the kitchen had to be the one of your dreams. Black night quartz marble counter tops, with grey and black backsplash that accented the counters perfectly. Walking up to the cozy bar stool, you set your bag on the floor and sat on the chair.

“What do you do for a living?” You ask as you look around the kitchen with it’s matching cathedral ceilings.

You cross one leg over the other and leaned into the cool marble top. Looking up at you slightly through thick lashes, Law shrugged nonchalantly as he turned around to get the plates.

“I decided to work at the local hospital for a bit, to get my experience in. A close friend of mine put a good word in for me there. They really enjoy my work ethics and want me to get my doctorate, so I went back to school.” His matter-of-fact tone made you smile as you shook your head in wonder.

“Rumor has it, you moved away because you were done with this place?” Frowning at that thought, you quickly replace it with a smile as he looked back up at you.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that quickly.” He winked at you before walking to his wine rack.

“Care for a glass? Figure it will help our creative flow with the assignment.” He jiggled the glass in his hand in a tempting manner. Biting your lower lip, you held up one finger.

“Only one, I have to drive home.” Giving you a small salute with his tattooed index and middle fingers, he poured you and him a glass before sliding yours to you. Taking a sip out of his glass, he brought his attention back to the food preparations.

Picking up the delicate wine glass, you took a slow sip from the red liquid and hum blissfully at the taste. The rich flavors dance upon your pallet before it slides down your throat, warming your chest and stomach as it went down.

Law’s attitude seemed to have changed from what you had always been used to seeing. Gone was the boy you only knew as antisocial and what replaced him was a man who was full of life, mystery and wonder. He was in his element, his happy place, where he could let everything that was bothering him go. This new view of him made you want to get to the core of who he was even more then before and you’ll be damned if you were going to bail on finding out now.

Full stomachs and two bottles of wine later, you lay upon the couch crying of laughter, your sides hurting from the lack of air that wasn’t going through them.

“It wasn’t like that!! I seriously had issues with any sport.”

Taking a long swig of his glass, he finishes the rest of the red liquid as a smile spread across his wine-stained lips. “Oh we all knew, the fact you hit the volley ball and it knocked that pink-haired kid clear out. What was his name? Corey? Ko…Koby!!”

Law leaned forward placing his glass on the table in front of the couch.

 “Him being put on a stretcher and rushed out of the gym room will forever be etched in my brain.” Law’s smile spreads across his chiseled face as another laugh escaped from him.

The deep husky sound of his laughter radiated around the two of you, making you hum softly as the wine took you into another mood.

“Poor Koby, heard he went into the Marines, so maybe I knocked some good sense into him?” You chuckle again before taking the last sip of your drink and putting the glass onto the table next to his.

Brining your attention from the table back to him, the moment your eyes met with his Law instantly leaned over and pulled you into a heated kiss. Startled by the sudden action, it took you a moment for your mind to register, but your body instantly knew what to do.

Grabbing onto the back of his head, you dug your nails into his soft raven black hair as you push yourself into him. Hearing a rumble of a groan come out from him, his tongue explored your mouth allowing you to taste every part of him. Pushing back into you more, a soft whimper escaped from you as his teeth dug into your bottom lip softly before he pulled away in a sucking motion. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, his eyes holding a deeper story of what he wanted.

Call it liquid courage or pent-up frustration from the years of wanting him; Once he was fully rested back into the couch, you straddled his lap and begin to take the very essence from his mouth as your lips moved with his in an intoxicating dance. Allowing you to be in charge for the moment, Law brought his massive hands down your back until they fell and cup your ass cheeks. Lifting them up he tightly squeezed them causing another moan to escape from your swollen lips.

Sucking on your bottom lip one more time, he pushed the both of you from his resting position on the couch and grabbed the hem of your soft shirt. In one swift motion, he lifted the shirt up and over your head and quickly tossed it to the side allowing his hands to have free range across your soft skin.

With one hand on the middle of your back, the other went to the back of your head and grabbed a hand full of your hair. Lightly tugging your head back to expose your soft skin of your neck to him. Completely out of your control now, Law brought the soft flesh of your neck to his warm lips. His goatee tickling your jugular as he trailed kisses along your neck.

Grazing his teeth along your jaw line and up the sensitive spot right below your earlobe, He kissed it softly before bringing his warm lips to your ear.  

“I want to feel you more…” His voice vibrated the inside of your ear as he whispered, causing a small gasp to escape your lips as an excited shiver ran down your spine.

“Will you be my good girl and let me have you?” Biting into your earlobe, your body ignited as if electricity ran through it.

“Ye-Yes….” Letting go of your hair, you brought your attention back to his face as your half-lidded eyes began to scan his handsome face. The grey of his eyes held specks of gold that splayed around his dilating pupils. Hearing your statement, a devilish smirk formed his lips before he leaned into you and nipped at your neck again.

“That’s my girl…” Lifting you up in one swift motion he placed his strong hands back on your ass, giving you all the access to his lips and neck as he walked to the bedroom.

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Laws room was just as extravagant as the rest of the apartment. The masculine aesthetic of the room was very stylish, extremely tidy but still had a comfortable vibe to it. Everything had a place where it belonged; from the clothes that hung in the closet, the clear sliding glass doors showed the outfits that were nestled in their perfect color-coded spot. The nightstand that held a few books and his glasses, to the bed that sat in the center of the room that was illuminated by lights that dwelled underneath the bed frame. It would be a bedroom Nami would kill to snoop through and see what goodies it held.

Hands digging into his soft black hair, you pushed your body into his as you kissed along his lips and jawline. The feel of his hands trailing down your body made your mind go crazy with desire as your bodies intertwined with one another.

Laying you on the bed, he pecked at your lips a few more times before standing up. The bed modeling around your form as you propped yourself up on your arms, your lustful gaze beaming with curiosity as you watched him.

“I want to try something with you.” He trailed off as he walked over to the dresser and began to rummage through the drawer. Finding what he was looking for he reached inside of it before looking over his shoulder to you.

“You trust me?”

The alluring smile that stayed on his face made you nod your head slowly in reply. Taking the object out of the drawer and closing it, he turned around and walked up back up to you. In his hands rested a bundle of crimson red rope.

“Its Shibari rope.” Law lightly grazed the rope with his thumb.

“Known to be the strongest rope to withstand any strength put against It.” Seeing the devious smile that formed on his face this time, your heart began to race with excitement.

Lifting his chin up, his eyes squinted slightly as he looked at you.  

“On your knees.” His voice became stern and direct as he commanded you to get into the position.

Swiftly getting up from your propped position, you sat down on your legs as you kneeled at the foot of the bed. Placing your hands on your lap, your breathing became shallow as he walked around the bed to get a few more things from his nightstand.

Rope in one hand, he pulled out a ball gag and nipple clamps before closing the drawer and walking back to stand in front of you. Setting the objects down on the bed he cupped your chin with his index finger and thumb and brought you in for kiss.

The kiss this time was soft and gentle, as if your lips were the most delicate thing he ever touched and tasted. You instantly melted at the feel of his warm lips and tongue that whirled against yours. As he pulled away your body went towards him, your lower lip forming into a pout as the cold air hit your face from his absence.

“Tch. Patience.” His tone became stern again causing your body to radiate with need. Fidgeting in your spot, your body began to buzz with excitement as the thought of what was about to happen settled in your mind. Closing your eyes, you silently thanked Nami for giving you the bra and panties.

Grey eyes intently focused on you, the light touches from his rough callused fingertips made your head tilt back as you enjoyed the feeling of his hands trailing along your body until they stopped at the clasp of the bra. In one swift motion, he unclasp your bra effortlessly with his skilled fingers.

Opening your eyes once more, they connected with his as he trailed both his long index fingers up to your shoulders and under your bra straps. Not taking his sultry gaze from you, he slowly brought the straps down your arms and pulled the dainty fabric off of you and tossed it to ground.

Blinking slowly, he brought his attention to your chest, his breathing began to go rugged as he took in the vulnerable sight that was in front of him. Cupping them both in his strong hands, he fell into a trance as he touched the soft tantalizing skin. His mouth going dry and cock growing hard as it began to press against the seam of his pants.

Shifting uncomfortably, he cleared his throat before letting go of your breast and grabbing a hold of the ball gag.

“Open.”

Completely out of your mind from the attention he was giving, you impulsively obliged and did as you were told. Opening your mouth, he took the ball and placed between your mouth.

“Close.”

Closing your mouth around the rubber ball, you lifted your chin up as he brushed your hair out of your face. Securing the strap at the base of your head, he stepped back a bit before squatting down at your eye level. His mesmerizing eyes trailed over your face and body as he admired the position that you were in.

“Perfect.” Reaching an arm out to you, he lightly touches the side of your neck before trailing his fingers softly down until they stopped in the middle of your chest. Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes for a moment as the feeling of your rapid heartbeat against his fingers sent an involuntary thrill through his body. Trying to gain his composure, he brought his intense gaze back onto you.

Lost in each other’s gaze, It was almost as if you could sense his thoughts and him yours. All the years of denying each other’s needs for fear of getting close or rejected. His guarded eyes grew soft as they peered into yours as they showed the starved man who craved for affection and acceptance.

Embracing this side of him, you let out a content sigh as your eyes smiled up at him. Taken a back at the change in your demeanor, he sucked in a quick breath and stepped closer to you. His dark brows furrowing together as his thoughts whirled frantically in his head.

Reaching out you touched his hand to calm his try and calm his thoughts. Looking down at your hand in his, he squeezed It reassuringly before looking back up with a playful sexy grin.  

“I need you to know this is all for you. You feel any discomfort, knock three times. Got it?” His dark brows furrowing together to show the seriousness of his request.

Quickly nodding at the dominant look that crossed his features, a little drool slipped from the side of your mouth due to the gag. Brining his hand to your face, he wiped it away before standing up from his crouched position.

“Good girl.”

Toying with you a bit more, he brought his hands down to your breast and slowly began to play with the sensitive skin again, his eyes fixated on your breast as he watched them with hunger.

Thumbs twirling over the sensitive nubs as he began to toy with you more, the ministrations of his action caused a slight moan to escape from around the gag as the pleasure overtook your body.

Bending down he placed his warm lips onto your breast and lightly kissed the skin before taking one your hard nipples into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. The feel of It under his tongue made the bulge in his pants tighter as his cock grew more impatient in its restraint. Mind going feral, his body ached with anticipation of wanting to feel your tight pussy walls close firmly around his throbbing cock.

Groaning in frustration, he bit down on your areola causing you to moan out loudly against the gag as you pressed your breast into his mouth even more.

With a soft pop, he pulled his lips away from the swollen nub and went to the other, sucking on it hard and grazing his teeth around it. Lost in the sensation you run your hands through his hair as you push him into you more, your nails dig into his scalp with each twirl of his tongue.

Eyes rolling back at the sensation, it took everything for Law not to lose his self-control and take what he wanted. No, this isn’t about him right now, and such a forthright move would take out all the fun that was about to happen.

Withdrawing his face away from your breast, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in a disapproving Tisk. “So quick to touch, I told you. It’s your time right now.” His eyes shimmered as he looked down at the clamps that rested in his hands.

Placing one nipple clamp on and tightening It, you tossed your head back and moaned through the gag once more, your whole body radiating in arousal as the last clamp was placed. Mind consumed with pleasure; you kept your eyes closed as you tried to calm your breathing.

Standing up from his crouched position, he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and tilted his head to the side like an artist admiring his work. Your skin was hot and flushed where his lips and teeth had marked you. Taking the rope into his hands now, he looked at you and nodded his head up.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Doing as you were told; you held your arms above your head as he began to meticulously tie the soft rope around your wrist, down your arms and across your chest until they made an open diamond shape around your breast. The display completely making you at his mercy.

Guiding you down onto the bed, the cool sheets caressed your hot skin causing a tremble to radiate down your body. Making his way onto the bed, Law straddled your hips as leaned above you and tied the rope securely to his metal bed frame.

“Remember, Knock three times.”

His pupils now completely dilated with arousal from the image that was on display below him. Hovering over you, he smirked as he brought one of his hands to your breast and flicked at the nipple clamp. Eyes rolling at the sudden rush of pleasure, you whimpered against the gag as your breathing began to quicken with yearning for more.

Keeping his eyes locked on you as he sat up, Law let a rumble of a sigh escape from him as he slowly unbuttoned his top. Peeling the shirt off him, the sight of his bare chest made your eyes widen as you took on his physique. The tattoos that were etched on his skin decorated his whole torso; tribal heart design that splayed over his chest and shoulders rippled as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

As your eyes made their way down his chest and to the V of his hips, your eyes stared at the well-defined bulge that pressed against his pants; his cock begging to be released from its confinement.

“Such a good girl for me. Do you see what you do to me?”

His husky voice was like fuel to the fire, your mind, body and soul began to scream for any form of his touch. Right on cue to your thoughts, he cupped your face and tilted your chin up. Exposing your neck, he leaned in and began to suck and nip as he trailed down to your collarbone. His mouth leaving more glorious marks along the way. Moaning out from the intense feeling your whole body began to pulsate from the marks he left on your skin.

Bracing himself as he held his body over yours, his muscles twitched slightly as he bent down to flick at the nipple clamp with his tongue, the maneuver causing a sharp sensual pain to radiate through you. Whimpering out in pleasure through the gag, your eyes went wild with the need for him.

Brows rising in anguish, you groaned as you gave him a pleading look. Smiling at the pathetic sounds you were making, Law made his way down to your abdomen, his warm lips kissing the expose skin before resting his chin on your hip bone to look up at you teasingly.

“You want more my pet?” Pulling your arms against the restraint, you groaned in irritation.

“Tch. Now that isn’t a response that deserves rewards.” He brought his lips to the sensitive part of your hip and sank his teeth into your soft flesh. A bolt of both pain and pleasure radiated through you as he sucked the spot lightly. His tongue whirling around the teeth marks he left before pulling away.

“Let’s do that again shall we?” Law’s sinister gaze looked up at you as he brought his chin to rest above your hot mound.

“Should I give you more?” Eyes wide with need, you frantically nodded your head and tried to say please but all that was heard was gibberish.

Laws lustful expression formed a sly smile before he began to kiss the soft exposed skin above your underwear. Tilting his head, he kissed along the raised skin from the bite mark as he slowly made his way down to your inner thigh. Looking up at you between your legs, he nuzzled your covered sensitive bud as he watched your facial expression intently. The sudden acknowledgement of your sensitive bud made your back arch in pleasure before softly hitting the pillow top bed.

“Fuck you smell so good for me.” Law went in more onto your clothed hot pussy, the friction causing your heated core to build more and more with each ministration. Wanting to take his time with you, he slowly brought his face to your inner thigh again. His rough goatee began to tickle your inner thigh as he kissed light circles into your flesh. The warmth of his breath making your pussy tighten with how near he was. Legs desperately wanting to just close around his head and make him touch you. You began to move to get advantage on him but quickly realized that it was no use.

Head snapping up to look at you, he placed both of his strong hands on your legs and push them apart.

“Rushing won’t get you anywhere Y/N.” Law pursed his lips together and frowned at you.

Taking a hold of your underwear with his two index fingers, he hooked them through the top part of the lace underwear yanked them down with one swift motion. Looking down at your glistening arousal, he licked his lips eagerly before bending down and nipping at the top of your pussy.

Chest rising heavily at the feeling, your hips pushed into his mouth wanting to feel more from him. He let out a soft chuckle causing the hot air from his breath to caress your heated mound once more. Feeling helpless with need, your eyes began to well with tears as you mentally begged for him to release you from this agonizing grip.

Staying in tune with your thoughts, he gave one single flick of his tongue upon your clit, the feeling of his warm tongue playing with your hot and needy bud caused everything around you to disappear as your mind became foggy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand, you thrusted yourself hips into his face as he enveloped your clit with his mouth and tongue.

Pleased with the way your body reacted under him, Law continued to taste your sweet juices, his tongue dipping in and out of your hot walls and over to your sensitive clit where he sucked forcefully around it. Your tied up arms began to shake at the feeling of It, your legs continue to push against him, but he pushed back. Moving his lips away from your sensitive mound, he bit down on your inner thigh once more to make you obey him.

Being at his complete mercy, your hot walls clutched on air in a pathetic attempt to get some release. Seeing this motion, Law shifted slightly and propped his body up on the right side of his body, the other side reaching out to stick his middle finger inside of you. Watching how your body reacted to the action, he let out a low grumble like moan as your hot pussy walls sucked his finger in hungerly. Looking up at you through hooded lids, his bedroom eyes never left yours as he pushed his ring finger inside of you and began to pulsate them together inside of you as he stretched out your hot walls.

Clawing at the wall behind you, your eyes began to roll into the back of your head from the glorious sensation that he finally thrusted inside of you. Long fingers hooking upwards in a “come here” motion as he stretched you out and hit that spot that caused your core to being to tighten with desire.

“Mmmyes….That’s my girl….Let me feel how much you want me.”  Feeling your walls sucking him in with each motion, Law bent down and began to suck at your little bud as his fingers began to pump faster inside of you. The vibration of his moan against your clit as he tasted you, caused your core to finally snap, your arousal gushed out of you and down his fingers and over lips.

Moaning into your arousal, Law began to lap up every single last drop of your juices. He continued this motion until your body couldn’t take any more as another orgasm hit you causing your vision to tunnel, your mascara running down your face as the tears flowed from the over stimulation.

Pulling his fingers out from inside of you, he licked every bit of you off them before reaching down and pulling the nipple clamps off your sensitive nubs.

Grunting out in pleasure, you lazily looked up at him as he crawled back to hover over you.

“I want to hear you.” He breathed into your ear before nipping at your earlobe. Sitting up, he gently picked up your head and unclasped the gag.

Moving your sore jaw, you didn’t have time to process anything before Laws lips were upon them. The sweet taste of your arousal lingered in his kiss as his tongue intertwined with yours.

Breaking the kiss, he sat up and began to unbutton his pants. Too lost in your mind from all the sensations that radiated through you, all your body could do was shiver under him. Seeing your fucked out demeanor, a smirk splayed across his lips.

“We aren’t done, your nice and ready for me now like a good little pet.”

Biting into your lip, your eyes began to widen at the sight of his long thick shaft popping out of his pants and hanging in all its glory. The pre-cum was slicked across the throbbing head of his cock.

“You want me?”

“Ye..yes..” your voice cracked as you pleaded for more.  

“Yes? Yes, what y/n? Use your words.” Law’s cocky smile as he began to tease the entrance of your pussy with the head of his cock.

“L-Law…” you pleaded to him as he rubbed over your sensitive pussy with his tip. The feeling making your bit into your lip hard.

Pursing his lips in a playful frustrated expression, he hovered over you and looked down.

“Yes?” He purred

“Law…Pleease… PLEASE FUCK ME!” You raised your head and glared at him in frustration as you pushed your hips into the throbbing tip of his shaft. Hissing out in pleasure, Laws eyes grew dark with lust and in one swift motion he pushed his hard cock into your tight walls and begging to push deeper and further inside you.

Head jerking back from the sweet fulfillment of pleasure that finally coursed through you, the feeling from your hot core grew once more as he fucked you. Feeling him drive deeper inside of you, Law sat up from his hovering position and pressed a hand down firmly on your pelvis as he pushed inside of you, causing you to feel every inch of his shaft as he glided deeper to hit that spot in perfect rhythm.

His breath became labored as his pace quickened, the feeling of both of your release near to a breaking point. Taking your legs over his shoulders, he left his one hand firmly pressed into your pelvis as he leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly onto yours sloppily.

Leaving your lips, he went down and began to suck and nip down your neck as he drove into you roughly.

“L…Law..I..I am going to….”

Making his way to the soft flesh just above your collarbone, Law sank his teeth into it causing your core to finally snap and your final release to explode from you and flow exhilarating down and his shaft.

“Mmm fuck…Yes…That’s it…Your so tight…” Law breathed out into your ear as he trailed kisses down it and along your jawbone.

Your walls tightening against his throbbing shaft as he rode out your orgasm, his own finally coming in a gush of euphoric heat as he filled your hot walls with his seed.

“FUCK!!” he moaned out.

Sitting up he rode out his own orgasm, his hands tighten on your thighs as he held onto them. Pulling your legs off his shoulders, he collapsed on his arms above you while he rutted his last bit of his orgasm inside of you. Body tingling all over from the aftermath he buried his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly came down from his high.

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Moments passed and breathing finally going back to normal for the both of you, he propped up on his arm and looked down at you to admire your fucked out expression.

Your hair a mess, drool along with mascara down your face and eyes-only mere slits as they looked back at him made a satisfied hum flow from out of him.

Caressing your face softly, he reached behind your head and picked it up gently as his soft lips met with your swollen ones in a tender kiss. Your body melting into his bed as he kissed you with a soft passion. Pulling his cock out from inside of you, you groaned against his lips from the empty sensation. Humming into your kiss, he sat back and looked down at you.

“Miss it already?” He nipped at your lips before lifting himself up from his resting position and untying the rope. Freeing you from your restraints, your body began to throb as the adrenaline that once coursed through began to die down causing everything to feel wobbly like jello.

Deliciously fuzzy in your sub space your mind began to shut everything out, too tired to comprehend anything that was going on around you. Realizing there was no hope in getting a good response from you now, Law laid down beside you and pulled your limp body into his strong embrace.

His strong hands began to rub your sore arms as you nestled into the nook of his body. Resting his chin on the top of your head he breathed in your honey floral scent as he continued to care for your over stimulated body.

“Now that’s what I call extracurricular studies.”

His lame ass joke made you snort of a laugh before looking up at him and rolling your eyes. Shaking your head you kissed his chest before nestling back into him and allowing the blissful wave of sleep to take over your exhausted bodies.

 As if given a gift from the universe, everything that happened in your life brought you to this point right here. Like a moth to the flame, Trafalger D Law removed your heart from your chest with ease and you became obedient to his every whim. The master and his puppet, you sighed contently as you pleaded for this to never end.

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[magmas-stuff]

Dr. Eggman: Full Delusion (character overview)

This post aims to analyze the main antagonist of the entire franchise, Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik, discussing the facets that make up this honestly really interesting villain. Hopefully it won’t come across as too surface level, since his character is one of key importance to the entire Sonic brand.

Ego City

A look into Eggman's mind from Sonic Dream Team concept art.

Eggman (especially Classic Eggman) is, at his very core, an extremely childish individual. He throws loud tantrums when defeated, and doesn’t hesitate to gloat when succeeding. He builds expressive, toy-like robots to make up his army. His goal in life is to transform the world into a theme park built in his image. The name “Eggman” was adopted entirely out of spite.

He has a clouded view of morality, operating under the strange notion that, somehow, under his leadership, the whole world would “magically” see an age of peace and prosperity (despite referring to his own actions as evil quite frequently). And most prominently, he thinks extremely highly of himself, if all the monuments of his visage didn’t make it clear enough.

I am genius. I am great. I am brillant. I am smart. I am wise. I am an emperor.

It’s not fully known what led to this sort of behavior, but some guesses can be made. Ivo, in his own recount, did not receive much attention from his family after the passing of his cousin Maria, whose death was covered up as an accident aboard the Space Colony ARK.

He resents her for this as, in his words, she received “all that love” that he deemed rightfully his, as he was actually alive ("Right! There!"). It’s also told that Ivo regarded his late grandfather, Professor Gerald, as his “true hero.” The young Eggman was inspired by him to become the scientist he grew to be and "do good for humanity," just as his grandfather before him. Despite how greatly their methodology differs, Eggman still seemed to think he was following Gerald’s footsteps, this being especially apparent when he learns about Gerald's final moments.

Translation by @browniestash!

In Eggman's mind, Gerald was a hero, one whose research did naught but benefit humanity. But, then and there, what he saw instead was a grieving, vengeful man with the dying wish to destroy the world that wronged him, moments before his execution. Despite this provoking him to briefly question his whole goal, it did little to halt the doctor’s conquest in the grand scheme of things. In fact, nothing seems to be able to crush Eggman’s spirit, as no matter how many defeats he faces, the doctor will always come back and ready to try taking over the world again.

Need to control

Seeing as he surrounds himself with robots programmed to answer to his every command, it’s no surprise that Eggman is something of a control freak. To maintain a position of power upon others, Eggman will employ all levels of manipulation and deceit to ensure his will is carried out, and seems to struggle to think of others as anything more than pawns to his plans. And he will not hesitate to discard his tools once they stop being of use to him.

This is in harsh contrast to Sonic, a free-spirited hedgehog who stands against opression and inspires others to live out their authentic selves. Perhaps Sonic being this untameable entity is one of the many reasons that leads Eggman to hate him as much as he does, even if there is a mutual sort of respect the two share. Because it has been shown time and time again what he does with those he does not respect.

Despite all this, this manipulation does seem to have a limit, most notably during the ending of Shadow the Hedgehog, where he admits to Shadow that he lied about having built him, given that there was a big chance that would be their last interaction. Somewhere, deep within his heart, Eggman felt some form of remorse or guilt over misleading Shadow and messing with his sense of identity, so much so that he needed to tell the truth even if it meant losing a pontential pawn for his future schemes. It seems it takes mankind being entirely controlled by an alien overlord to get that out of him. This more human side of Eggman’s is also further explored in Sonic Frontiers with Sage and the doctor coming to see her as family. Overall, the theme seems to be that hiding beneath all the narcissism and basic disregard for others lies something resembling some form of a decent human being.

Conclusion

And that's Eggman. An incredibly intelligent, incredibly immature, manipulative egomaniac who loves being in control and thinks that he and he alone could singlehandedly run the entire world with his wisdom better than anyone else. As a note to end on, it'd be wrong not to link an analysis by Voiced By Mandy that discusses the relationship Eggman and Shadow have, which I can't recommend it enough.

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[languajix]

My original plan for Hold Every Memory was not quite as fluffy; the kids couldn't follow Don into the astral plane, and had to take the whole 'extradimensional uncles their turtle dad talks to in his head' thing on faith.

Here's a scene I'd written and discarded a long time ago which would have been the opening scene to the original story about the kids and their antics, if I'd kept going that route. Note that they call Don 'Tad' here, which is a portmanteau of 'turtle' and 'dad', and Don's been consistently calling them by El/Dee/Lee/Angelo so that's how they think of themselves. Anyways:

A beam of bright light flared to life in the pitch-black room. It wavered for a moment before moving to illuminate a small face from beneath, looking appropriately grotesque cast by such gnarled shadows. "I must tell you the dark secrets I've learned, brothers."

El and Angelo shivered together. Lee, curled up next to them with his head in his palm, looked downright bored.

The flashlight beam turned to illuminate a chart up on the wall. It was covered in arrows and hastily scribbled lists. Dates. Question marks.

"It all began the night of February twenty-second, when dear Ellie woke up from a deep sleep to witness a figure leaning over his bed! Frozen with fear, he could do naught but watch as the figure slipped something from underneath his pillow, returning only a second later to instead deposit something in its place.

"When he woke in the morning, he discovered that his tooth had indeed been exchanged for a quarter, as the legends had foretold. But! When he came into my room that next morning, his story was not one of 'Tinkerbell' or 'Fairy Godmother'. Say it once for the group, Ellie: Who did you see that night?"

The flashlight swung around until it was shoved up under El's chin like a microphone, shining directly into his eyes. El blinked rapidly. "Uh... it was Tad."

"Tad! Scoff! Last I checked, Tad did not have fairy wings. Tad did not fly with fairy dust."

"I could- I could draw him with wings. I could make a Tad-fairy," Angie murmured, drumming his little fingers on El's arm.

"Ellie was convinced that the so-called 'tooth fairy' must take on the form of one's most beloved authority figures, possibly as a way to slip in and out of houses undetected. I, however, was not so convinced! For nearly a year since, I've been observing and recording every instance wherein a beloved children's fantasy figure purportedly arrives in the sewers to give good little turtles 'gifts' or otherwise provide an enriching experience. After collecting the data, I have come to one conclusion:

"There is no 'tooth fairy!'" Everyone gasped, except Lee who sighed and rolled his eyes. "In fact, there is no 'Easter bunny,' no 'Santa Claus,' and no 'Uncles'. All of them are fictitious figures, meant to pacify and misdirect us!"

Dee began pointing around the room at each of his brothers in turn.

"Those skateboards from Santa? Bought by Papa on an excursion he claimed was for 'fur care products'! That paint set from Uncle Mike? Father purchased it on his way to or from his weekly errands on November Sixteenth. The stickers you have on your helmet that came in those easter eggs? Both Father and Papa spent over two hours silently placing plastic eggs around the Lair when they believed us all to be asleep, the night of our big Lou Jitsu marathon extravaganza!

I have collected a list of other figures I highly suspect to be fictional, although confirming it may prove more difficult. The Queen of England, Gritty, and Lady Gaga currently top said list."

Dee flicked the flashlight off and the overhead light back on, casting stars across everyone's vision.

"You may applaud now."

El clapped twice. Angie sniffled, looking like his entire world had just burned down around his ears.

Lee waved a hand. "Good job or whatever. Very smart. Much science."

Dee rolled his eyes, placing the flashlight down on the bed next to him and folding his arms in front of his chest. "You're just salty that I cracked the case."

"Ha! As if. If you had asked me half a year ago, I could have told you all of this stuff, and in like two sentences, too."

"You can't possibly be suggesting that you knew all of this before I did."

"Uh, yeah? I just asked."

Dee stared off into space for a moment. "...you just asked."

"Yep! And Tad was like, 'you're right, but they're a standard part of the American child experience, blah blah blah we were gonna tell you guys when you were all ready...'"

"I can't believe I spent literal days graphing everyone's schedules down to the minute, placing secret cameras, hacking our bank details, building tracking devices-"

El bristled. "What? Dee!"

"...but the Uncles are real. Supposedly." Lee shrugged and looked away.

...

Dee frowned. "Leon, the only person who ever 'sees' them is Father, who claims that they visit inside his head from some other dimension! Occam's razor states that the explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is usually the correct one - wouldn't a simple 'it's all in his imagination' be applicable here?"

"I'm not saying I think they're real. I'm saying that Tad said to me that they're real."

"Tad's not imagining them," El interrupted firmly. "If Tad says they're real, then I believe him."

"Me too!" Angie chimed in.

"But you believe me about the tooth fairy and the easter bunny?"

El patted him on the head. "Yes, Dee. You did a great job! I liked the flashlight."

Dee humphed. "Thank you. I'm glad someone appreciated the artistry involved in presenting research data in an engaging and interactive fashion."

"...but we are gonna have a talk about the trackers. And the hacking."

"I'm sorry, you seem to be cutting out. Please attempt to reconnect this call at another time."

El dumped Angie gently out of his arms and onto the bed so he could give Dee a noogie. He squawked.

#hold every memory au #not really wip weekend but #wip weekend

[topazpearl]

in celebration of sbg returning in a little over 2 weeks (!!!!!) have my HUGE master doc of all my possible theories, ideas, wants/needs, etc.

(spoilers abound of course)

[Hamilton chorus voice] NUMBER ONE: The giant freakin phantompede and how to escape it

-Logan shoots it in the eyes, probably won't kill it tho, just make it mad and blind, which doesn't help

-they pull a Tremors and use the jeep as bait to make it jump off the cliff to its death, and they all jump out at the last second. a big gamble, assuming its stupid enough to do this. (tho making it blind first as mentioned could work) Sucks that they lose the jeep but they can get another car

-Or (this goes into my Phantom Ashlyn theory which I'll talk later) ashlyn can talk to it and tells it to go away and it….does! idk lol it's stupid but maybe ash has enough girl boss energy to convince it. or it's so shocked by a human talking to it it's like "dang ok" 

-last idea: they're near the school so they lure it there and into the sports area, assuming they have a baseball field, and kill it with all the big lights there (the poetic justice of it all... get 'em tyler)

NUMBER TWO: Schrödinger's Tyler

-I'm hoping that once phantompede is taken care of they'll go back to find him. Taylor will force them probably. Cue angst. 

-my top theory rn is that if you die in the phantom dimension (PD) you enter a coma in the real dimension (RD) b/c I think it'd be very lame and low stakes for a horror thriller for ty to just wake up fine but in pain. 

–unless there's some really NASTY RD consequences like, he starts getting narcolepsy, starts hearing Phantom noises too, constantly sick, slowly wasting away with each day, maybe relives his death every night like some horrid nightmare??? etc 

-then of course there's the popular idea that if u die in the PD your body becomes a phantom. who knows how long that takes. could be fun and angsty if it happens rlly fast like while the kids are there and see his body turn into a phantom and they freak the frick out. yeah 

and if the phantoms have no retained memories, Tay is just calling to him but it's for naught 

-anyway if ty's in a coma that'll be fun to explain to the parents 

-If a phantom is killed, their connected person in the RD who was in a coma dies fr

NUMBER THREE: Ashlyn and the Phantoms (cool new band name) 

-we know the kids are getting influenced by the PD, making phantom noises (further supports phantoms were people theory) but with Ashlyn's "really strong" connection to the PD, she's in special danger. If one can turn into a phantom without dying, it's gonna be her. Ryan the spy said that "the girl" – assumingly ashlyn– should be "especially" at risk of danger. This could be bc she was the one who interacted with the rift, or bc she already has a higher level of phantom influence on her. 

-when ashlyn told the phantom to let go, and her friends to calm down, both times she spoke with a black speech bubble WITH PHANTOM NOISE LINES NEAR IT.

this is different than characters who have also spoken with black bubbles. obviously these have been with threats/malice, but the boys' didn't have the red lines.

These times ashlyn has spoken, the phantom acknowledged her voice, and her friends' spell-like violence trance was broken. Therefore, Theory: ashlyn not only can hear phantoms, but she can speak their language sort of

-depending how the Tyler situation goes down, I think Ashlyn will have lots of guilt and anger towards herself, and if she can't reign it in, I could see her going into a violence trance like her friends did. maybe even worse (a semi phantom transformation??) Cue a fun angsty 'talking her down' moment with the others at best, or full on fighting Phantom!ashlyn at worst

-when ashlyn was born, a phantom like touched her in a blessing/cursing sense which is part of the reason why she can hear phantoms and her strong PD connection 

possibly even possession???? seems a bit farther fetched tho 

-tldr; i want ashlyn to enter her monster girl era 

-The evil gang seems confused why the kids have lasted so long. maybe Ashlyn's PD connection goes both ways. she provides a strong anchor to the RD. Maybe the PD is USUALLY all desolate with the pillars that we saw in the finale (maybe it's even an afterlife of sorts?), but Ashlyn makes a huge radius (~30 miles! (assuming kids were driving at least 60mph for 30 minutes)) of the PD around where she wakes up mirror the real world, creating a safer space for her and the kids. meanwhile a normal person that gets sucked into the PD gets thrown into a desolate hell world different from the RD (also maybe stuck there permanently), causing them to die much quicker. 

-Ashlyn's influence extends to jamming the recording devices like some kind of weird phantom static.

-Broke: Ashlyn's parents wanted her to learn self defense and have a knife bc they're in the military. Woke: they want her to be able to protect herself after the phantom scare when she was a baby

NUMBER FOUR: Origami gang and Co INC. 

-My Current idea on what the evil gang is doing: The gangs symbol is an origami crane (orizuru). the crane in East Asia has longevity as one of its symbolisms, with some myths saying it flies souls up to paradise. there's the popular myth that if you fold 1000 cranes you get a wish.

Heres where the evil twist comes in. The gang boss believes that if he traps 1000 people in the PD as like, a sacrifice, then he'll get a wish and he'll ask for eternal life or whatever. this gang is a cult and he's tricked everyone saying that they'll also get a long life but really it's probably only gonna be him 🤫 So they go around to different haunted places in America and pick ppl they sense can open these shadow rifts and get sucked in. the phantoms may be ppl they trapped in the past and they've turned into phantoms

-Ryan, the guy who's spying on the kids, maybe is ALSO "Mr. thomas"? he just puts on a wig and is a good actor lol. this is the reason why he asks about "Mr. Thomas's" fate. What goes against this is that Ryan seems to know all about the PD mechanisms, which doesn't fit Mr. Thomas being confused abt ashlyns hair. Unless he wasn't expecting it

– or "Mr thomas" could just be Ryan's friend or brother or smn. A low ranked guy in the gang that got stuck with roping Ashlyn into Savannah, but doesn't know the truth/details about the PD. 

-the gang mentions that "both sides" are trying to track them. either the government and a supernatural hunting group, or even some force in the PD like some Alpha Phantom like the devil who's like "Where's my dead people quota hello?" or better yet "you're messing with MY domain and I'm gonna Get You". 

-This is based solely on the Boss' appearance and smiling countenance: what if the gang Boss is Aiden's uncle, his dad's brother. his weird, estranged brother who's also evil probably. I'm really hung on this idea don't mind me. Maybe it's b/c we don't know his name yet, b/c he's secretly related and it'll be a big reveal

-you have to be able to make a paper origami crane from memory to be an official gang member /hj 

(S2 spoilers) NUMBER FIVE: Aiden's dyed hair and why it's A Big Deal

none of these have any solid evidence I'm just wildin 

-He hates his natural hair color/thinks it's ugly

-doing it to hide his real identity (IF the Clark family being involved with the Origami gang is real it would probably fall under this, BUT I have strong reason to believe Aiden is not involved with the gang tho. (See my ~EXCEL SHEET~ for my reasoning)

–falls under my random "gang boss is aidens uncle" theory. his uncle is the weird black sheep of the family, that Aiden has a spitting resemblance to, so he dyes his hair to make him look less like him

further developing my silly Boss Uncle idea but I'm imagining that Daniel (Adiens dad) married into the family bc he looks sm different than his wife or Ben's parents. But when he married Jessica (Aidens mom) at the start they used his surname, had Aiden, etc. Then Daniel's weird (evil) brother starts committing Crimes tm, possibly even convicted, jail time, all over the news (maybe he got out early cuz of parole, good behavior idk). Aidens family suffers for it by proxy; Aiden is bullied, his parents are stigmatized at work. it actually gets so bad that they decide to switch to Jessica's maiden name Clark. Currently wondering if Ben's dad, William, and Jessica are the siblings here. anyway they do that and with their constant moving and traveling, it's easy to embrace the new identity. But Aiden was still pretty affected by it being a kid and all so that's why he dyes his hair, and plays it off as doing it for funsies

-based on claims (if someone has proof of this beyond his skin tone HMU) I've seen that he's part Asian, so maybe has suffered really nasty racism in the past but when he's blond he's white passing, so he does it so he's not bullied anymore

-blondes have more fun to help with this "constantly happy" persona he has

– semi related, he's heavily masking depression and loneliness, and the bright yellow hair makes him happier.

-he dyes his hair for attention bc he didn't get enough of it as a child with his parents traveling and working 

Actually-!

NUMBER FIVE ½: Aiden's backstory

after seeing the Easter egg, wondering if his mom divorced or died idk cause the lady in the picture doesn't look like his mom, her hair is darker?? now ofc she could just be dying her hair too idk!!!

Absolutely Wildin' here but maybe aidens parents died when he was a kid so he was adopted but surprise! his dad is still alive and is a criminal and running a shadow cult. or maybe the boss is still his uncle. or maybe the boss is his parent(s) killer!!! 

Or Maybe The Boss is aidens dad. Aidens biological mom died and the Boss went crazy and probably committed crimes and went to jail, and then Daniel (aidens uncle, Boss' brother) and Jessica took custody of him. and then the Boss escaped jail and started his cult, maybe to bring back his wife

kinda off topic but I'm wondering if Aiden's red eyes are fake too. colored contacts. like neither of his parents have it, no one does. does he just have Protagonist syndrome or is it related to one of the ideas above?

I'm just throwing darts. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NUMBER SIX: Character arcs and futures

-either no other of the kids will "die", just Aiden and Ashlyn will "survive", or everyone except Ashlyn will "die"

-but i hope if they can sever their connection with the PD, anyone who dies in the PD and gets in a coma will wake up

-So they're gonna get kidnapped. that's definitely gonna be a thing. either mid S2 or S2 ending. up in the air whether the kidnapping is successful or not. 

actually I'm placing my bets now S2 finale will be them getting kidnapped and it just cuts off there for another awful cliffhanger.

since it seems Mr thomas will be involved, maybe he'll ask the kids to stay after school to talk abt their failing grades or smn, and then maybe they're hit with knockout gas??

OR the gang has been spying on them so they pick a time when the kids are all separated and jump them. 

maybe this is when aiden knowing where ashlyns dance studio is is actually plot relevant!!??(please) like he (and Ben probably cuz they're always together) are able to escape their attackers and Aiden goes to help ashlyn cuz he wants to make sure she's OK. and she's either fine cuz she's a girl boss and can kick butt, or he saves her oo la la 

–lol imagine kidnapping is successful, gang tells kids why they were kidnapped, if Evil Boss Uncle theory is true this helps facilitate this but Ashlyn "goes off" on Aiden yelling and "attacking" him and stuff saying he's part of the gang etc but it's all a ruse to have the gang think she'll cause another energy spike and Aiden gets this and plays along, so assuming the kids are locked up, the gang opens their cell to stop ashlyn, and that's when they escape

–also assuming the gang would be smart enough to get rid of the kids phones when they're snagged. 

-also SPOILER ALERT if you haven't seen Reds ig stories but since they just had midterms it's probably October (bc the story started at the beginning of the school year (August) and there was a month skip (September) where they were learning self defense) Which Means that it could be Aidens bday which is why ashlyn is at his house and they're having a pizza party or whatever yippee! (i want this) And maybe Mr and Mrs Clark talk about seeing phantoms (the panel of them looking stressed the heck out lol) bc I'm assuming all the guardians have been seeing them I'm assuming!!!! And maybe Ashlyn overhears, and the kids Finally can tell the parents what's going on but I doubt it. b/c that'd be too easy y'know?

-regardless, the either failed or successful kidnapping will probably set the parents over the edge, Especially if Ty is in a medically unexplainable coma, and Mike Banner will be like "tell me what's going on Right Now" and the parents believe them and they help the kids get to Savannah yippee!! a cool Big family squad force they all hop on a working school bus or smn and drive there. (I wish i knew how many seasons there's gonna be so I could predict pacing but since it's a thriller I'm assuming pretty fast, so maybe 3 seasons? cuz while we got a fast plot we seemingly have a slow ashlyn & aiden relationship so 🤷‍♀️)

Sorry back to character arcs:

Ashlyn: Learn to trust and connect with people, make friends, lean on others. Could be nice if she accepts and admits the kids are her friends by the end of S2, leaving the next season for Aiden/Ashlyn dev specifically. More development about her connection with the PD, which could put friendship to the test. 

Taylor: will either shut down with grief like her mom, or maybe snap and have an Edgy arc (seems… unlikely to me tho she seems too emotionally intelligent for that). NEVERMIND with all the stuff im seeing, it seems likely!!!) Willing to bet money the twins are unhealthily codependent on each other. Maybe she'll start latching onto Ben instead (whether anything romantic develops on top of it is debatable, but I can see it. theyve already got a cute little closeness going on). Would not be surprised if, after losing her dad (which im predicting was a suicide) and Ty, she can't stand the thought of losing someone else, and will save someone in danger at her own expense, leading to her death. Sure I'll predict she'll die 2nd if there are more deaths.

Tyler: he frikkin ded so… (would've been nice to see him become even more caring but yknow)

Logan: Seems to be overcoming his fragility well if the arcade scene is any indication. Still has self-worth issues to overcome due to his parents' abandonment. Maybe we'll learn more about that in S2. That could be a rumor and the real reason he lives with his grandparents is that his parents died but idk why that'd be hidden unless their death was suspicious (phantom related???). He'll die 3rd; survives longer than expected but is the halfway point. 

Ben: Still needs to find a new passion for life, i suspect playing musical instruments like the guitar will be the answer (thank you tyler). Tho maybe learning to love his altered voice could happen? (tons of dudes have a rough/husky singing voice that ppl love) But this is probably unlikely. 

– Taylor and Logan's deaths will hit him really hard, maybe feels like his strength is worthless if he failed to keep the others safe, and starts spiraling real bad. Possible phantom transformation or attempted suicide. 4th to die. 

Aiden: (get medicated) Learning self-control, improving interpersonal relationships, accepting serious/negative emotions, along with God knows what else will be revealed. 

– Kinda wondering if he grew up in a "toxic positivity" mentality home, where his parents are like "we're so privileged we shouldn't complain" 

– IF he does die, he'll be the last one, leaving Ashlyn alone (when it hurts the most!!! muhahhaha!!! 😭), and it won't happen in S2.

NUMBER SEVEN: Miscellaneous predictions, wants, musings & hypotheticals

-hey uh what about the photo Logan took of the phantom back at the sorrel-weed house?? surely he still has it? can he show the parents?? will they be able to see it?

-Logan saw the whole Aidlyn hug from the roof from his snipper position, change my mind.

-Another death will happen in S2, possibly even two deaths.

-Mr thomas switches sides and helps the kids, gives them info

-Ryan (the spy) switches sides and helps the kids

-the tour lady Jasmine and the Boss are a hot evil couple 

also kinda want them to have a Rourke & Helga dynamic where he throws her under the bus at the last moment and she's Bissed 

-I want the boss to die by his own evil plan. i doubt a redemption arc will happen but I'd be down for it if done well.

-*grabs your shoulders until they bleed* listen. Aiden saved ashlyn, now I need her to save him. I need this. 

-Taylor and Ashlyn girl time please!!!

-Logan and Aiden becoming closer would also give me joy. big Freckle and Rocky energy. 

-Consider: Ashlyn says that she thinks Aiden looks better with dark hair, not meaning it as a compliment but as an objective statement, but he decides to grow out his dark hair again (will take a bit). 

-this doesn't have to happen but I think it'd be really funny if Aiden somehow gets the IDEA that Logan has a crush on Ashlyn when Logan doesn't, causing a stupid silly short jealousy arc.

-actually I really need a "can skydive from 10,000 ft but can't confess to the girl he likes" Aiden Clark

which like would make sense bc at this point he knows she thinks he's annoying, pushy, etc., so that's just asking for a rejection 

-I've got a bad feeling smn will happen to Ashlyn's parents, specifically her dad

-you know what's better than Ashlyn having to be a girlboss and face the villains alone? Aiden and Ashlyn going together and Aiden being used as collateral by the villains :) What if he dies permanently irl, while the rest of the kids, if they died in the PD, reawaken, leaving him the only one permanently gone in the end? :) 

-bruh what if everyone died like fr fr. yes I'm imagining Ashlyn looking at all her friends' graves. 

-the Origami gang fails to kidnap the kids b/c all that self-defense paid off, and they accidentally create a huge "energy spike", making phantoms appear everywhere in town.

-if the kids DO get kidnapped successfully, I want Ashlyn to be an awesome girlboss and use her knife shoes to help them escape.

-if my puppy fic became Canon that'd be swaggie actually.

-let Ashlyn have a dog 2023

-pov you're in Georgia in the fall and a hurricane hits, knocking out solar power for a few days. what then? :)

-when all this garbage is over and they hopefully all live in the end, I want them to have a fun stargazing party lead by Logan cause they can finally enjoy the night (And maybe aidlyn have their first Kiss?? 🙈)

-If there ISNT a "group goes to see Ashlyn in a ballet performance" scene then I'm WRITING IT MYSELF 

-the kids are like, juniors right? Prom. 

-Aiden works hard to get his permit and his parents buy him a car but it's a crappy one cause they know he'll wreck it but hey it's Savannah or Bust.

-At the end of all things, Aiden and Ashlyn will become a couple, or at least have reciprocal romantic feelings. This is not just my shipper heart talking. I feel it in my brain, in my soul. (b/c Red rlly seems to ship it so 😏)

-maybe aidens parents work for a religious missionary aid group like Samaritans purse

-a kid going into an angry protective phantom mode to protect another(s) 😳 (aidlyn on the brain but it could be anyone)

-if I had a nickel for every time I've imagined Aiden dying in Ashlyn's arms, I'd have many nickels 

-what if having a good singing voice ran in Ben's family? haha jkjk…unless??? but they don't sing like ever cuz they don't want Ben to feel bad 

-man what if a kid died by a phantom pushing them down a set of stairs.. 

-Rlly hope that Aiden's parents don't get scared seeing phantoms in their house and hearing other families having phantoms in THEIR houses and thinking the whole town is haunted, and they consider moving which they don't wanna do bc Aiden finally has friends but what else can they do!? angst. 

-John 15:13 for Ashlyn with the others except it's not permanent (I'm not saying ash is a Jesus figure tho WHWKEJEJDJ)

-I rlly wanna see ashlyn laugh like REALLY LAUGHING

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That's it for the moment (●'◡'●) thanks for coming

will any of these be canon? who knows! it's the fun of it all

#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg #theories #sbg thoughts master post #bear with me and all my silly ashlyn/aiden thoughts sprinkled in there #long freakin post

[thewritercometh]

A little g/t one-shot that I don't think I posted on here yet. This idea came from The Lion King, specifically Scar's "life's not fair" remark. If you look close, you can find it!

(And the French was using Google translate, so if there's any mistakes, I'd appreciate hearing it! Thanks in advance!)

The four-inch-tall girl slowly padded out from her hiding place behind the toaster, her head on a swivel, watching for the giant of the house, who had been getting closer to catching her on the last couple borrowing runs.  

Ella eased out toward the middle of the counter, in an attempt to get a view of the whole room, when she heard a tiny noise, just over the counter's edge.  Her mind screamed danger, to retreat as fast as possible.  Another part of her mind said it was just a noise the house made as it settled.  

It wasn't.

The giant popped up face to face with Ella, who quickly yelped and tried to backpedal.  She saw those dark eyes glinting wickedly as the giant suddenly rose up and pounced on her, their huge warm hands forming a living, inescapable, bowl.

Ella cowered down as the hands closed in on her, working together to corral her into the giant's grasp until she was firmly, but not painfully, pinched around the waist.  She struggled and wriggled, but all for naught.  Ella was the giant's plaything now.

The giant's free hand moved away as Ella was lifted into the air, coming face-to-face with the giant.

They sighed, their breath washing over Ella.  It was warm and humid, like a tropical summer breeze, and smelling vaguely of… strawberry?  "Well, well," the giant drawled as they leaned against the counter.  "What do I have here?  A fairy?  Perhaps a bug? You're certainly not much bigger than that," they teased as they eyed Ella.  "What were you doing, prowling around?"

Whimpering on the edge of fearful tears, Ella tried to plead her case to the giant, how she was just looking for food, she hadn't eaten in nearly two days.  How she would've taken so little it wouldn't have mattered to the giant.

They shrugged.  "Oh, I'm sure you think it wouldn't have mattered, little creature.  But it's the principle of it all.  If I let you steal from me once, who's to say you wouldn't do it again?  No, thieving little creatures like you need to be stopped before it gets out of control."  The giant's other hand came up to pinch Ella by one leg and dangle her in the air, as they smirked devilishly.

"But, but it's not fair!" Ella wailed.

"Life's not fair, little one," the giant cooed.  "You see, in my case, I'm not a powerful deity, worshipped by countless admirers.  And you," they trailed off to give Ella a quick sampling lick.  They purred, satisfied with the tiny girl's taste.  "You… shall never see the light of another day," they murmured as they raised Ella over their open mouth, giving her a full view of sharp, pearly-white teeth and an eager pink tongue, glistening with warm, sticky saliva.  Slowly lowering Ella down toward their waiting maw, they gave her a playful wink.  "Au revoir, mon amie."

Ella was close enough to put her hands on the giant's lips, or the tip of their wet, teasing tongue, when she took a big breath and yelled, as clearly as she could- "GULLIVER!"

Immediately, the atmosphere changed.  Ella was lifted away from the moist, waiting maw, which closed as the tiny girl was gently deposited into her joyfriend's palm.  The hand she now sat on moved so that Ella could see Artemis' whole face, their warm, caring, sunlit-whiskey eyes staring down at her lovingly and with concern.

"What's up, mon petit amour? Did I go too far?"

Ella smiled.  "No, mon ange géant.  You were perfect!" She stood up and kissed the tip of Artemis' nose.  "You actually had me a little scared that time. I had goosebumps!"

Artemis raised an eyebrow as they looked at their joyfriend.  "You were scared? Why didn't you say the safe word earlier?"

"Because, as scary as you were, mon ange, I knew I wasn't in danger."  Ella hugged Artemis' nose and lovingly stroked it.  "I trust you."

She could feel Artemis begin to blush, their face slowly getting warmer, and she giggled.

Artemis chuckled, before a thought crossed their mind.  "So, why did you say the safe word?"

Ella stood up straighter as she remembered.  "Oh yeah! I saw a popcorn hull in by your back teeth and I was worried it was bothering you."

A sheepish nod from the giant told Ella everything.  "Well, let me grab a toothpick and then pick me up again."

"What's the plan, mon petit cheri?"

"Simple, you're gonna dangle me by the legs so I can reach that hull, and I'm gonna evict that sucker.  No one causes my joyfriend discomfort and gets away with it!"

Ella soon had a toothpick and was once again dangling over Artemis' mouth, but this time she was on a mission.  

Of course, that didn't stop her giant joyfriend from teasing.

"Mon Dieu, une petite gâterie douce, et tout pour moi."

"Oof, I love it when you talk fancy, Artie."

Finally, after some prying and grunting from Ella, the popcorn hull was dislodged.  Artemis sighed happily as they carefully set Ella down, but not before peppering her with thankful kisses.  "Merci merci, mon petit héros, je t'aime, merci!"

"Easy, easy!" Ella laughed, trying to calm her thankful joyfriend down.  "You're welcome! You know I'd do that anytime for you, Artie."

"Oui, but it still means a lot and I'm so really thankful for a partner like you," Artemis said as they kissed Ella once more.  The couple nuzzled together in happy silence, just enjoying each other's company.  

They stayed like that for a few blissful moments, until Ella broke the silence.  "So now it's my turn, right?"  

Artemis simply purred.

"What should I pick?"

"Well, we haven't done Gulliver's Travels in a while.  Plus it's a good excuse for me to take a nap."

Ella stroked Artemis' nose.  "You wanna help me get the thread? Then you can nap while I work."

"Deal," they purred, making no move to get up.

Ella sighed contentedly.  "I love you, Artemis."

"Et je t'aime, mon amour lilliputien."

#writing #my writing #g/t writing #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #g/t #g/t community #oc: ella #oc: artemis

[bijoumikhawal]

A Garment for the Moon

Once upon a time, the moon came to the sun with a complaint: the sun was able to shine during the warmth of day, especially during the summer, while the moon could shine only during the cool of night. The sun saw that the moon was unhappy with her lot, particularly in the wintertime, so he told the moon he would have a garment sewn for her, to keep her warm. Then the sun called upon all the great tailors to make a garment for the moon. The simple tailors also wanted to help, but they weren’t invited, so they didn’t go.

After discussing the matter for some time, the great tailors came to the conclusion that it was simply impossible to sew a garment that would fit, because the moon is sometimes little and sometimes big. What measurements were they to use? Now when the little tailors heard this, they said, “If the big tailors won’t do it, we will.” But the big tailors scoffed when they heard this and said, “If we can’t do it, how could you?”

This is a fragmentary tale told by Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav. Nachman not only told the famous 13 stories in Sippurei Ma’asiyot, but he told several dozen brief tales, including some unfinished tales. “A Garment for the Moon” is one of these. It follows the midrashic tradition about the sun and the moon, especially the tale of “The Quarrel of the Sun and Moon.” (See p. 112.) The tale ends with the offer of the poor tailors to help the great tailors in sewing a garment for the moon, which the great tailors refuse.

Such fragmentary and incomplete tales were often told by Rabbi Nachman and were dutifully recorded by his scribe, Rabbi Nathan of Nemirov. The fact that the big tailors have the last word here is a clear indication that the tale was unfinished, as Rabbi Nachman’s sympathies in such cases were always with the “little” people. In fact, a passage from Genesis Rabbah (6:3) strongly suggests the identification of the poor tailors with the Jews: “Rabbi Levi said in the name of Rabbi Jose ben Lai: ‘It is but natural that the great should count by the great, and the small by the small. Esau counts time by the sun, which is large, and Jacob by the moon, which is small.’” The discussion is continued by a sage whose name also happens to be Rabbi Nachman: “Said Rabbi Nachman: ‘That is a happy augury. Esau counts by the sun, which is large: just as the sun rules by day but not by night, so does Esau enjoy this world, but has naught in the World to Come. Jacob counts by the moon, which is small: just as the moon rules by day and by night, so has Jacob a portion in this world and the World to Come.’”

The present dependent condition of the moon on the sun echoes a talmudic myth (B. Hullin 60b) about competition between the sun and the moon, which is a commentary on the passage, And God made the two great lights (Gen. 1:16): “The moon said to the Holy One, blessed be He, ‘Master of the Universe, is it possible for two kings to wear one crown?’ God replied: ‘Go then and make yourself smaller.’” Thus the rebellion of the moon brought about its decrease. This talmudic legend is echoed in a dialogue, closely resembling that in Rabbi Nachman’s tale, found in Pirkei de-Rabbi Eliezer 6: “Rivalry ensued between the sun and the moon, and one said to the other, ‘I am bigger than you are.’ The other rejoined, ‘I am bigger than you are.’ What did the Holy One, blessed be He, do, so that there should be peace between them? He made the one larger and the other smaller, as it is said, The greater light to rule by the day, and the lesser light to rule the night, and the stars” (Genesis 1:16). It seems certain that Rabbi Nachman had these rabbinic myths in mind when he told his enticing, fragmentary tale. It is also possible to read this tale as an allegory in which Israel is the moon, God is the sun, and the garment is the Torah, which protects Israel against the winters of Exile.

See “A Garment for the Moon” in Miriam’s Tambourine, pp. 287-294, which attempts to complete this fragmentary tale.

Pg 114, Tree of Souls by Howard Schwartz

#cipher talk #Jewish mythology

[esther-dot]

"Evil King Harren had walled himself up inside, so Aegon unleashed his dragons and turned the castle into a pyre."- Arya(ACOK IV).

"Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die. Like Aerion Brightfire before him, Aerys thought the fire would transform him . . . that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash."- Jaime(ASOS V).

Guess who gonna follow their footsteps.

"And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter."- Dany(AGOT IX).

Go Dany, Daddy will be so proud of you.

There’s a reason why a lot of BNFs now admit she will! It isn’t something D&D did for lolz. 😂 To me one of the big “hold on a sec” moments was reading that about Aerys:

The traitors want my city, I heard him tell Rossart, but I'll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. The Targaryens never bury their dead, they burn them. Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die. Like Aerion Brightfire before him, Aerys thought the fire would transform him . . . that he would rise again, reborn as a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash. (ASOS, Jaime V)

After Martin wrote this about Dany:

When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

It's a little matchy-matchy, and then we have all this stuff about ruling over ashes/burnt bones:

The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. "Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat," he said to a man below him. "Let him be the king of ashes." Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on. (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

Which is followed by Drogon turning his home into ashes and burnt bones:

Drogon made his lair inside a shallow cave. He had dwelt there for some time, Dany had realized when she first saw the hill. The air smelled of ash, every rock and tree in sight was scorched and blackened, the ground strewn with burned and broken bones, yet it had been home to him.Dany knew the lure of home. (ADWD, Daenerys X)

It's almost like it's leading somewhere....

#anti daenerys #dot chat

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Revenge Hour

*THUD!*

Urgh!

...

*Kuripa and Makoto are escorted back up to the bridge while Whitecloak and Uchui are taken down to the cells. Petty Jr carries them in and dumps them on the floor.

Hey. We're back.

Are you two alright? I thought you went to get medical treatment?

I'm fine. There's barely a scratch on me. My dress did most of the heavy lifting for me, quite literally. Narumi's not here I see...

No. She's being a good girl and is following orders for once. Himiko's gone elsewhere too.

Aw, c'mon guys. You know Narumi's always giving it 110% when it comes to the job.

...Uh-huh...

*Tsumugi ascends a platform, the other members of Zetsubou behind her. She approaches a window and looks out onto it.

Uchui Kamukura may be required to put the finishing touches on the experiment. But it shouldn't be long now before our little puppets go wakey-wakey...

A small army of Ultimate Hopes...Nagito Komaeda is one thing, but...and I realize I'm asking this a little late...Do you think you can really stand to control such a selection of beasts...?

A word of advice for someone like you who's never read peak fiction, Celeste. The most powerful assets with a will of their own always need to have a bomb strapped to their chest in order to control them.

They WILL obey me, or else their defiant breaths will be their last.

I don't really understand, but I'm going to trust you...Just promise me you'll fulfil your end of the bargain once you're done...

Yeah, been meaning to bring that up. Did we ever actually start production on Tae's castle?

Not exactly. Couldn't really risk you running out on us until the job was done. But I guess we can get started now.

And how long will I have to wait?

We are Organization Zetsubou, Celeste. And as you've seen, we are capable of destroying mountains...Building a castle will be naught but child's play for us.

...

*She gestures to Makoto.

...Not broken enough, if you ask me.

Well, I'm not about to kill him. I need him intact for my own ends...

Aw c'mon...Why not let her blow off a little steam? She won't destroy him completely, right babe?

Of course...I'm not that barbaric...But I am EXTREMELY petty...

Mugi-chan, maybe we should let her have a little fun. Consider it a reward for helping you out back there.

I suppose I do owe you an awful lot. Fine, but break him completely, and our deal is off.

I'm aware...

*Celeste descends the steps and approaches the crippled Makoto and Kuripa.

...

HYAGH!

*WHACK!*...*SMACK!*...*WHACK!*

Stop...STOOOP IIIIT...!

Oh...The big guy's still conscious...

[talldarkandroguesome]

25th of Second Seed, Sundas

It seems that Tel comes for their monthly visit with much news.

Apparently they have not bled since their last visit. the House is ecstatic. They all have congratulated themselves on their employment of the Bretons.

The one positive is, since it appears that Tel might well be pregnant, the Bretons have fulfilled their contract. And with such a quick period from their methods being utilized until apparent success, the clamoring for their services has been high.

Good riddance, I say. At least they are off. Mostly, it seems, to provide lectures to the grandmaster of every House, all of which are very excited to see how they can expedite the production of their own heirs.

Already I have heard that many scholars from the different Houses are beginning their own lectures either supporting or refuting the methods, some devising supposed better methods for guaranteeing pregnancy. Others say that it remains to be seen if such methods produce a strong or viable heir.

Whatever the case, I would hate to be any woman without means in House Telvanni. No doubt they will be doing many live experiments. All dreadful to the maximum.

To celebrate, the House allowed me to have my time with Tel free of other obligations, save for ensuring that I am doing my duty to see to nursemaids being interviewed, that the nursery is to proper standard, that Tel has the best doctors lined up, all of these things.

Of course, there will be a confirmation of the pregnancy to come. As it has been so little time, they will conduct the first one on Tel's next visit, but let us know it may take several months for the child's life force to be big enough to detect as separate within Tel's body.

The chefs have all been given instruction of what sorts of meals to produce to provide optimal nutrition to Tel and our new child as it grows within Tel.

As there was a rare circus in town, I elected to take Tel as a way to get their mind off of the madness of the House's response thus far. According to many in the Council, it is a fully authentic Nord Circus, hard to believe one would make their way to the warmer climate of Morrowind during the warmer months of the year, but that is what I was told.

Typically only Argonian circuses ever venture to Morrowind in the summer, fr under the tents it can get so very hot in the humid, scorching months from Midyear to the end of Last Seed. Still, they had such astounding reviews, I could hardly resist.

To say authentic, well, that was certainly untrue.

There were fully legitimate acts, of course. The falconry act and bear wrestling were certainly showcasing the real art and skills of Nords. And the mead they served, while of a drier variety, was the real thing.

Where things felt far more to be akin to the side show acts of Cyrodill, were the men in fake beards pretending to be the very worst stereotype of a Nord, right down to a very fake accent. There were calls to the audience to prove they could out drink a "true Nord lass" or to withstand the blizzards of the Throat of the World, all recreated there before you by mages.

Although the acting of what was, in some cases, an Imperial pretending to be a Nord, was feeding into the worst prejudices and calling it humor, there were occasional moments of actual feats. While the recreated blizzard was the work of mages, there was a point where the man, in naught but a loincloth, was not only pelted with snow, but encased within ice itself. And though I suspect there were some spells in place to support him from dying of the ordeal, it was quite an impressive showing. He did manage, with the very essence of a showman, to act the part of someone not bothered by the cold, even when his skin had turned purple in places. He did not even shiver. I have to applaud the acting in such a case.

I think my favorite part was the "Sabre Cat Princess". The narrative said that this bearded beauty was the sole survivor of a bandit attack as a child and was found by a female sabre cat who had recently lost its cub and adopted her instead, raising her as its own. And now, sabre cats, as though the maiden were one herself, saw her as one of their own. Of course she was wearing scraps of a sabre cat pelt, her beard, and they never quite explained why she had one, was spotted as the cats themselves. She had longer fangs and nails and did a whole act of being licked by one of them and then climbing into a pile with two of them and all of them looked just as docile as could be. A far cry from when they sabre cats were first brought out and scratching and roaring at the audience.

There feels as if there is more to that story. Not that I fully believe it, but I do wonder how she was able to successfully achieve such a feat.

The worst part of the circus was the clowns. I think they were supposed to be bad? It was difficult to tell. Their jokes, if one could call them that, made little sense. I think perhaps it was a translation issue in trying to tell some of them in Dunmeris. They should have kept them in common.

After the failure of the jokes, it was into a sort of slap-stick routine, very much like the morality puppet shows the Temple once put on. But it mostly was just an excuse to watch several supposedly drunk Nords fist fight one another and fall down a lot.

I give the circus credit, they did have some moderately good pickpockets. During the very impressive trick riding portion, mostly horses, though there was one kagouti, I felt a hand trying to reach into the fold of my robe where Dunmer generally keep their purses. I pressed a knife to the center of the wrist, still enjoying the show, and told the person, who was very much reaching up from behind the seating, that it was going to cost them if they wanted to get a hand into my clothing. Tel looked over at my words, worry plain on their face.

I know that they were worried I was about to murder a man at the show. Or at the very least, amputate one. The hand stopped and pulled back slightly, freezing when I pressed the knife harder.

I did not particularly care if they were pick pocketing the rich. That is a longstanding tradition of the circus and other shows of its ilk. And honestly, for the way I was misled by the Council, I was happy for other members and those nobles of the other Houses to find themselves with a lighter purse. So I let them go with a warning.

Tel looks so relieved and proud. They kept telling me how wonderful it was to see me granting such mercy. It seemed better to just let them think of it as a show of mercy than to try and explain that I thought that a redistribution of wealth was typically a good thing when it came to the elite of the city. It would have been a long conversation and I already know how Tel feels about laws being upheld properly, so I merely let them give me the compliment.

Sildras seemed generally excited about Tel's news. I think the idea of a sibling that will actually be living with him is truly exciting, though I know the age difference may be hard at times. He has lost so much and been kept from all his other siblings. I see how it wears on him. If nothing else, this happy news, which comes so soon after his nameday, has certainly lifted his spirits.

Now, the fact that Tel may in fact be with child did not stop us from enjoying the activities related to our arrangement. We made ample use of the intended purpose of the visit. Though with the watching eyes and pressure off of us, we were able to get back to our usual dynamics. It did feel more natural to return to my being the one to take their seed, rather than the other way around. Or perhaps it is just that I missed the sensation. Not that we did not do both, we certainly did, but it was nice to have some sense of normalcy return.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #elder scrolls online #the elder scrolls

[rin-enjoyer]

ok finally put my hands in the air and sat down to compile the team 7 sensei rin au timeline. subject to change but like. for now here it is ^_^

-obito doesn't push kakashi out of the way of the boulder. MINDNUMBING GUILT FOR THIS CHILD!!!! rin cares about as much as she did when obito was the one to die (not at all lmao)

-important side quest! minato's favorite was kakashi and when he dies he is sad. this sadness makes him sloppy and he ends up getting captured by iwa and killed for all of the war crimes. he deserved it <3

-obito: devistated rin: eh

-with minato and kakashi gone, the team is kind of... less important... obito and rin stop going on missions outside of the village as much and without the spotlight of Politics pushing rin to become a mednin in order to copy previous succesful team setups she starts persuing other interests which.

-rin: yay now i can do what i want!!! i am free to choose any path i want!! i don't have to be a medic if i dont want to be!! i can finally follow my dreams of-

rin: *remembers that she only dislikes being a mednin because she didnt choose it. and doesnt know what she Actually wants to do*

rin: ah

-she waffles around a bit. a lot. she never actually really settles on anything, and just sort of ends up becoming a very well-rounded guy.

-anyways meanwhile in grampy madara's spoopy cave kakashi is having a Bad Time. so is madara. he got like,, the WORST guy ever to enact his plan, on account of kakashi's stupid single-minded loyalty to konoha, and he doesnt even have a sharingan

-convoluted plan to murder obito in a way that hopefully convinces kakashi to help out and gets madara an eyeball so that the plan can actually be fulfilled: activate

-obito gets the three-tails and rin hunts him down because she doesnt have anything better to do and when she finds him he's all "rin we gotta find kushina!! i can't go back to the village yet otherwise explodsions :C" and rin does some quick mental math and decides that that seal is NAUGHT getting fixed.

-rin kills obito there and then in that cave, annoying madara and the kiri ninja and obito if he was not dead. this is a Big Moment for her because she makes a Decision!! she views this as "a sliver of her true self shining through" for a while which.. is complicated but i'll get back to that.

-madara throws a rock at her. or something. and knocks her out so he can at least go scavenge the eyeballs but he only gets one before uchiha search and rescue shows up (obito was NOT disregarded by his clan disregarded uchiha do not get put on the Special Superspeed Pathway to Become Hokage team fight me)

-they see rin, unconscious, and obito, missing an eye and only recently killed, and put two and two together and get five and go "awwww D: girl almost died protecting his body from that mysterious shadow guy who just disappeared. even if she failed her effort means a lot."

-so rin, despite being kind of filler on the politics team, getts thrust into the limelight as a handy-dandy link to mend village relations with the uchiha. "girl who protected her teammate with everything she had..." ect ect. which is funny

-as a sign of good will the uchiha give her obito's remaining eye, which is a surprisingly good fit for her jack of all trades style.

-orochimaru is the last candidate for hokage so danzo n hiruzen start really scrambling to get his public reputation up. what better way to do this than to give him a child? orochimaru is studying sharingan anyways, right? he's not unhappy with it and it once again consolidates political power and anko increased his likability by that much, so like? another student? yeah? yeah?

-anko is REALLY good for rin because she'll suggest something and rin (who still just goes along with a lot of stuff at this point) agrees. and anko is the first person to realize that rin is NOT a sweet polite little girl she is messed up in exciting new ways. orochimaru is a close second.

-anyways orochimaru's poking around with bodies and stuff and the sharingan letting her take techniques and not having a convenient mask to pull on eventually leads rin to the realization that she doesn't HAVE a "true self" girrrll who would have thought....

-meanwhile kakashi is having Cave Time and through a lot of wheedling and no social interaction besides madara kakashi is convinced to do the infinite tsukuyomi For Konoha. a la danzo. (danzo sakumo hiruzen kakashi essay In Progress lol)

-rin, new, healthier self image acquired, goes on to be Very successful. orochimaru becomes the hokage, rin rotates between his private guard and missions, and everything is dandy!! once again danzo keeps his flirting with hiruzen out of the politics and the uchiha massacre doesn't happen cuz Rin tm and stuff is greatttt!!!

-also naruto is born With incident but its. fine. its fine. kushina dies jiriya who is visiting dies to seal kurama in naruto and its like. sad but who cares amiright

-so right as naruto sasuke and sakura are about to graduate, the politics machine starts working, and like. to Consolidate Power rin is the obvious choice for sensei.

-she goes "ughhh fine ok" and does it and like. its fine. its good.

-...until wave happens!!!!! :D

-fun fact! rin does love people! shes just weird about it. and sometimes she doesn't notice.

-she does beat zabuza and haku on their first meeting because she hasn't been depression napping her way through the past two years.

-but it's still a nasty wake up call, yaknow? those kids could have died! and she would have been... sad? like actually sad?

-rin still preforms on occasion, but she's weird about it in different ways now. and she's pretty sure that she actually likes these kids???

-which is weird and novel but eh. whatever. she'll do her best to teach them apparently.

-sasuke becomes a medic and. this is long and i need to wrap this up but i will elaborate on narrative signficance of this later lol because its there

-kakashi finishes collecting tailed beasts much slower because he keeps passing out (rip) but he does get there eventually

-rin is dodging hokage-ship so that she can keep messing around with her kids. yes they are jounin shut up she's not taking care of them they are her BESTIES. (important distiction that isnt even a lie. she is NOT their mom she is NOT their older sister she is the Cool Older lesbian who taught them the tricks of the trade and now they party together. a ten year age gap is not as big as you guys think it is. you can be friends with old people.)

-anyways eventually kakashi comes for naruto. it goes badly because he is perpetually exhausted and team 7 is perpetually hyped and also no one's even gne missingnin. AND his one cool trick gets countered by rin who can do the Same Cool Trick

-oh also he goes by sukea. hehe sometimes fanon is correct.

-any other version of rin would have gone ballastic but this rin scrunches her face and goes "ok so he is kind of a nohara in the same way that i am kind of an uchiha." thats not whats going on but ok i guess

-rin also kills him (now she is two for two) and madara never even got revived and then everyone just kind of. "that was weird"s the whole situation and goes home.

#hmgh i left a lot out but ive been working on this for a while. and explaining how rock lee dying leads to his entire team defecting #would take too long :C #i will do a deep dive on my tenten thoughts another day. add that one to the list boys #anyways important note that while konoha is the most succesful in this world that isnt'. that doesn't mean that its the best one #this isnt a “good” rin au she is honestly still doing horrific things #just in the name of a more concrete village. sigh. #once i figure out how to make it fun and spicy i might make an au of this au where rin anko and orochimaru Overthrow the Shinobi systerm #because if anyone's making it happen its them. #well. whatever. i think im gonna go ttake a nap im so tired. jet lag >:/

[procrastinatingwriting]

The Pond

Three little girls were playing by the pond

Dancing moves of fire and singing little songs

One is a princess whose fire burn bright blue

The other is an artist who for adventure longs

The last is always bored while having certain gloom.

"Tell us, darling princess, what has bitten you today?"

Asked the little artist without letting her mood sway

"Aren't you a rude prick" said the other "can't you see she is upset?"

"I fail to see her wrong" the princess answered "I just can't make my fire set."

You see, despite the good intentions they just couldn't understand

None of them were burdened by what the princess's fire held

And though it warmed her deeply to know by them she was well loved

The crevices in her heart couldn't mend with childish bonds.

The children, though, didn't know any better

And so it didn't break their resolve to try

To make their dear friend laugh

They played any game in the matter.

From catching each other in races

To climbing the peak of a tree

In hiding by the castle's spaces

They stole the royal sweets.

Azula munched happily, as also did her friends

But then hastily cleansed the evidence

When the in corridors echoed steps.

But it was just prince Zuko

Coming in to fetch some tea

There was naught to be afraid of

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #azula #ty lee #mai #atla mai #atla interactive story #interactive game #atla fanfiction #poem #atla poem #atla poems of youth #atla polls