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rollinouttahere-writes · 2 days ago

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And You'll No Longer Burn

Sanji x Fem Reader

6.1k words

Summary: Following the destruction of Germa Kingdom, the pirate crew you're part of is able to locate part of the remains of it in hopes of finding treasure. Instead of treasure, you are shocked to find a survivor among the ruins.

Warnings: takes place in an AU, reader is female but it's more so implied than anything tbh, graphic depictions of death and gore, insects, starvation, Sanji and reader are both teens in this, nothing romantic here this is purely platonic, spoilers from the wci arc

A little fic I made for Sanji's birthday this year. It's based on an AU I've had on my mind lately. This is definitely something I'm going to be adding onto and fleshing out more later.

If there’s one thing that you never tire of, it’s the air of adventure right before your ship hits land. The chattering of excitement as the island slowly comes into view, the way your fellow crewmates bustle around you as they prepare everything they would need, the fluttering in your heart as you think about what new discoveries await you. All of it is intoxicating and addictive.

“Land ho!”

A pang of thrill shoots through you as one of those things you love happens. You spring up from where you were sitting by the bow to look out at the approaching land. Well, you suppose it’s not really land. Germa Kingdom had been comprised of a series of platforms carried on the backs of massive snails. You dig out the telescope from the bag you had been packing and use it to get a better look since it was still too far out for the naked eye to see clearly.

When it comes into focus, the first thing that you notice is that you can’t see the snails supporting the platforms, which was admittedly a little disappointing. You can’t be sure if they’re beneath the water because that’s normal for them, or if they sank below the surface because they’re all dead.

“Alright everyone, listen up!”

The booming voice of the ship’s captain startles you and almost results in dropping the telescope overboard. You fumble with it for a moment as it bounces between your hands, then finally catch it. You sigh in relief, then quickly turn around to face your captain properly as he speaks.

Zeff moves to the center of the ship and does a quick look around to ensure that he has his crew’s attention before continuing, “We’re getting close now to part of the remains of Germa Kingdom. When we get there, all of you are to disperse and check the ruins for treasure or anything useful that might be left. Understood?”

A chorus of “yes, captain” echoes around the ship before everyone resumes their previous duties. Zeff, seemingly satisfied, nods and goes on the move again. This time headed straight for you. His feet create dull thuds as he makes his way to the bow, then stops and sits down on a nearby crate, crossing his arms as he stares at you.

His eyes flit down to your rucksack, eyebrows raised, and he looks back up at you, “You planning on parting ways here? You’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in that thing.” One of his feet hooks a strap and drags it closer so he can rifle through it.

You groan in annoyance and grab the other strap, trying to pull it back, “Dad! I just like to be prepared. Stop messing with my stuff, it took forever to make it all fit.” Your attempts to retrieve your bag are absolutely useless, Zeff’s leg doesn’t even budge as he starts pulling things out and dropping them on the deck.

A sleeping bag, some firestarter, and a first-aid kit are all discarded by him. With some effort, he manages to pull out a small skillet you crammed in there. He pinches the bridge of his nose and gives you a look, “You do know that we’re only going to be here for a couple of hours at most and not several weeks, right?”

“I already told you. I just want to be prepared for anything that might happen. What if one of the platforms comes loose and drifts away when I’m on it?”

Zeff heaves a sigh and rests his arm on the railing of the ship, then props his chin up on his fist. “If that happens, we’ll follow it and get you back. You won’t be lost at sea for more than a few minutes. You definitely won’t need to be starting a fire or taking a nap in that timeframe.”

“Yeah, well,” your eyes glance downward to find something you can give a valid reason for needing. They settle on the first-aid kit, and you confidently look Zeff in the eyes again, “But I could get hurt and need to take care of myself. Or maybe I’ll find a survivor who needs help!”

A dry chuckle slips out of your father, “A survivor? There aren’t any of those after a buster call. It’s honestly a miracle that any of the platforms Germa Kingdom consisted of are still afloat.” Despite his reaction, he does lean down to pick the first-aid kit back up, “But I suppose it isn’t impossible for you to get hurt climbing around the destroyed buildings.”

“See? I-”

Before you can celebrate your perceived victory, he holds up his hand to silence you, “But you still need to unpack most of this. How do you expect to carry anything you find back if your bag is a hairpin away from bursting at the seams?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” You drop down and pull open another compartment, then yank out something, “I packed another bag.”

The bonus bag is snatched out of your hands instantly by a disgruntled Zeff, who then rolls it up and smacks the top of your head with it, “Just empty out the first bag! You’re going to tip over the second you try to put on the first one, much less the second.” He drags a hand down his face and levels you with a glare, “You’re giving me white hairs, you know that?”

You roll your eyes at his baseless accusation, “You’re blond, you can’t even tell if you have any.”

He glowered at you more, not that it did anything to actually intimidate you, “Don’t sass me, you snot-nosed brat.”

This makes you bristle. You put your hands on your hips and stomp your foot, “Ugh! Quit calling me that! I’m fifteen, I’m practically an adult!”

As per usual, your outburst left Zeff entirely unphased, “Only a child would think that being fifteen makes them “practically an adult”. A real adult knows that you’re still a child at that age.”

“Whatever!”

Now Zeff was rolling his eyes. He quietly grumbled under his breath, “Such a damn handful.” He shakes his head as he gets back up to his feet, “You’re lucky that I still keep you around. Now empty out that bag of yours so you’re only carrying what you actually need. I’m going to check before we split up.”

Recognizing that there was no point arguing with him, you sigh dramatically and acquiesce, “Fiiiiine. You win this time.”

His gruff expression breaks as he chuckles, then reaches out to ruffle your hair before walking away. You stick your tongue out at him behind his back as you fix your mussed hair. Your sight falls on your rucksack yet again. Perhaps you did over pack it. A little.

By the time the purging of your backpack had finished, the Cooking George was right next to the remains of Germa Kingdom. The sails were lowered and a couple of your crewmates leapt onto the platform to tie some ropes to it to keep the ship from drifting off while you all explored. The now much lighter backpack is slung over your shoulders, and you hurry to join everyone else in jumping off the ship and onto “land”.

Once you're standing on the railing, you can't help but stare out in a silent awe of the destruction before you. You've never seen the aftermath of a buster call before, and while you knew it would be bad, you were still surprised by the pure devastation in front of you. Nothing was left intact. There wasn't a single building left standing. The once proud kingdom was nothing more than a desolate pile of rubble.

But there was something else that caught your eye, a detail that hadn’t been noticeable through your telescope. Dead bodies were everywhere. Most of them were wearing identical uniforms, though there were a handful in your immediate sight wearing different attire.

A hand grabbing your shoulder snaps you out of your trance, and you would have lost your balance if not for that same hand keeping you steady.

“Having second thoughts?” Zeff is staring down at you with a neutral expression, neither pushing nor discouraging you. “You can stay here and watch the ship if you want to.”

The question makes you shake your head and meet his stare with one of your own, now filled with a renewed sense of determination. You were a pirate, a Cook Pirate. The last thing you wanted to do was shy away from something just because it was a little off putting. “No, I want to go. I was just surprised… I didn't think it would be this bad. Do you think we'll even find anything here?”

“Hard to say… If the Vinsmoke’s had anything in vaults, that may have survived. And that's me assuming we're the first people here. Every pirate in the area was no doubt looking for any surviving platforms in hopes of finding treasure.”

“The Vinsmoke's?” The name didn't sound familiar to you. Were you supposed to know who they were?

Zeff stared out at the destruction before you, “Never heard of them? That was the family that ruled this kingdom. The head of the family ran this country with an iron fist, but then he got too cocky and gave the Marines a reason to wipe out everything he ever worked for. Now this is all that is left, and with everyone dead, it’s only a matter of time before their whole existence is completely forgotten about.

“But enough about that,” you were abruptly lifted off your feet as Zeff grabbed you by your rucksack and jumped to the platform. It groaned upon impact, but ultimately held strong. You were set back onto your feet, and he gave your bag a shake. “Seems like you actually listened to me for once. Did you remember to pack a lunch for yourself?”

“Sure did. Made it myself.” You make an attempt to start walking so you can explore, but you're brought to a halt because Zeff was still holding onto your backpack. “What’s wrong?”

Before he even answers you, he unzips your bag and starts rummaging through it, “I just want to make sure what you packed is edible.”

You groan in annoyance, “Dad, I know how to cook! Have some faith in me!” You squirm in an attempt to get away, but his strength surpasses yours by a wide margin.

Entirely unsympathetic to your protest, Zeff pulls out your lunch box and pops the lid off, scrutinizing it. He lets out a quiet ‘tsk’, then snaps it shut before pulling his own out of his bag, “Unacceptable. Here, just take mine.”

“There's nothing wrong with it, you're just being difficult!” Ignoring the one being offered to you, you lunge forward in an attempt to grab your own.

Zeff easily side steps you and holds it out of reach, “I'm being difficult? That's rich coming from you. Just take the damn thing.”

His attitude makes you huff and cross your arms. “You know, I'm starting to think that the reason you keep swapping our lunches is because you like my food more than your own.”

“Oh, please. Now you're just getting full of yourself,” he rolls his eyes dramatically. Which is precisely what you wanted.

As soon as his eyes leave you, you leap up and grab your lunchbox. Your feet hit the ground, and you immediately break into a sprint, running in a random direction. You can't help but laugh when you look over your shoulder and see your dad looking visibly startled.

“I'll see you later! Love you!” With that said, you return your focus to what's in front of you.

All of the fallen structures makes it hard to decide where to even begin. You slow to a jog as you survey your surroundings, hoping to see something, anything, that sticks out and screams ‘There's treasure over here!’ to you. Alas, it doesn't seem like it's going to be that easy.

What you were seeing, however, was more of the corpses. You were already able to get a whiff of them from the ship, but now you were in the thick of it. The grotesquely sickly sweet smell of death was assaulting your senses and threatening to make you lose your breakfast, but you managed to keep it down despite the rising bile at the back of your throat. Vomiting would only make this place smell even worse.

Despite knowing that it was a poor idea, your eyes couldn’t help but drift to the dead surrounding you. The bodies were bloated and a white foam was dripping from many of their mouths. Some of them had their organs spilling out, either from the attack or as a result of scavenging wildlife tearing them open. There was also a mix of disembodied limbs scattered all over from the bodies that weren’t able to stay together under the force of the buster call. Both bodies and limbs had insects swarming around them. Your stomach once again threatened to revolt when you saw maggots writhing in the hollowed out eye sockets of a nearby corpse.

You come to a stop after a while in an area where the bodies were more sparse and shrug the rucksack off your shoulders. If Zeff had given chase, he absolutely would have caught up with you by now. Might as well put your lunch away before you drop it and waste the food. That, and frankly you doubted that you would be having anything resembling an appetite before you returned to the ship. And took a long shower. You unzip it and put the meal away, but then you hear something.

clang clang clang

The noise distracts you from the task at hand, and you pause to listen closely to ensure you aren't just hearing things.

clang clang clang

Okay, you definitely heard that. But exactly was ‘that’? Did one of your crewmates find something? Maybe they were able to uncover one of the vaults Zeff had mentioned.

Regardless of what it was, it sounded like they needed help with it. You zip your backpack shut and put it back on quickly before hurrying in the direction of the noise. It didn't sound far away. You're pretty sure they're just on the other side of this pile of rubble.

Climbing it is a little challenging. The crumbling bricks and stones keep shifting under your hands and feet as you scale the pile, but you eventually get to the top and look down. While you hadn't necessarily known what to expect, it certainly wasn't what you saw.

Someone was at the bottom, but it wasn't anyone from your crew. You lower yourself, pressing your body down against the torched building materials as much as you can to avoid detection as you assess the situation at hand.

The person- male, it would seem- was sitting down and holding a rock. On his head was what appeared to be an iron helmet that completely obscured his face, at least from your point of view; though you could see what appeared to be blond hair sticking out of the bottom of it. His clothes were torn and burnt, and what you could see of his body wasn't any better. He was covered in injuries from the neck down. Cuts, bruises, and burns littered his skin and left him encapsulated in a sheen of red. His chest is heaving, and you're able to hear his ragged breaths from where you're hiding. Then he raises the rock and brings it down on the front part of his helmet. He does this over and over again, seemingly trying to break it.

Was this… a survivor? It makes sense considering the severity of his injuries. But how did he survive a buster call? Your dad said that no one ever survived after one of those. But what your dad said doesn't matter right now. This person needs help, and you're going to give it to him. You push yourself up onto your feet and call down to him, “Hey!”

The stranger damn near jumps out of his skin, dropping the rock and scrambling back as his head snaps up to you. You're able to see that there's a slat in the helmet for his eyes, and they're wide and terrified.

Oh, right. He's clearly been through a lot. Yelling at him probably wasn't your best call. You hold out your arms in a placating manner as you carefully begin making your way down to him.

“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to help.” The voice you speak in is much more calm and soft now, but he doesn't look any less scared. You make it to the bottom, stumbling a bit when you make the final leap.

Now that you're right in front of him, you pick up on a detail you had previously missed. This man was emaciated. It looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Looking at his helmet, you think you can surmise why. The slat in it is only wide enough for his eyes. Both his nose and mouth are covered. Even if he could find food in this wasteland, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

Taking slow, steady steps towards the trembling survivor, you speak to him again, “It is stuck? Your helmet, I mean. Do you want me to help you get it off?”

He shrinks back more, but he responds to your question, “K-Key… I can't find the key.” His voice stuck out to you. He sounded so young. You had assumed him to be a man, but it sounded more like he was a boy.

It needs a key? Your eyes widened at the new information. Finding a key in all of the rubble would be next to impossible, and that's you generously assuming that it wasn't broken. But… you do know how to lock pick a bit. It'd be worth a shot.

You pull out a bobby pin from your hair and hold it up for him to see. “I know a thing or two about picking a lock. Will you let me try? Please?”

For a moment, all that he does is stare at you, and you're worried that he's going to be too scared to let you help him. But then he nods slowly and turns around, presenting you with the back of his helmet where the keyhole is.

A sigh of relief escapes you at the cooperation, and you mutter a quiet thank you as you approach him. The plethora of tears and burns in his shirt gives you an all too clear visual of how dire his state is. You can clearly make out every vertebrae in his spine from how underweight he is. The wounds on his back are severe and showing very obvious signs of infection. The sour smell of it makes your face scrunch up and you have to suppress a gag. If it weren’t for the rotting corpses desensitizing your sense of smell, you’re not sure you would have been able to.

What you need to focus on is getting this helmet off, then you can escort him to the ship and pray that doctor Chervil happened to stay behind. You start to jab your hair pin into the lock, hoping that it's simple and will click open easily.

It takes a few tries, but it thankfully unlocks without much hassle. First you hear the click of the lock, then what sounds like a metal plate dropping. The boy's hands jut up and grab the helmet. He hunches over as he frantically tries to pull it off, prompting you to leap into action to help him. You move to be in front of him and hook your fingers under the base of the helmet.

The damned thing is holding onto his head with everything it's got. You're about to leave to run down one of your crewmates to help when it finally gives. It pops off, sending you stumbling back and falling onto your rear.

Landing ass first onto a bunch of bricks and stones is enough to leave you groaning in pain and needing a moment to collect yourself. By the time you refocus on the matter at hand, the boy is on his knees and hunched over. His hands are threaded through his lengthy, clumped together hair as he rocks himself back and forth.

Your eyes drop down to the helmet in your hands. What's most striking about it is the weight. It was heavy. Carrying it in your arms would become uncomfortable after a short while. You can't imagine what it would be like to wear it.

And how long had he been wearing this thing for?

The helmet is tossed away as you get to your feet. You carefully approach the boy, then sit down across from him, close but with a respectful distance. As much as you want to rush him back to the ship, he's so skittish that you're afraid he'll run away if you push too hard. You've already earned at least a little bit of trust from him, you don't want to throw it all away. It's obvious that he won't be able to survive much longer if left alone.

His rocking stops as soon as you sit down. Through his shaggy hair, you can faintly make out his eyes intently staring at you, watching closely for any indication that he needs to act in the name of self preservation.

Slowly, so as to not spook him, you hold out your hand to him. “I'm (Y/N). What's your name?”

All that you get in response is his prolonged stare flitting between your face and outstretched hand. His own hands remained firmly planted in his hair and showed no signs of returning your friendly gesture. Understandable, you suppose. With everything he has going on, it's not hard to imagine why he might not be paying mind to things like social etiquette. Poor thing is seriously injured and starving.

Starving…

That's right! You have food on you right now. Your hand is withdrawn and you hastily shrug off your backpack. The quick movement makes the survivor flinch, but you don't stop your movements, instead choosing to sooth him with words.

“It's okay, I'm just getting something for you. You're hungry, right?” The question was entirely rhetoric, but you were talking to fill the silence. The lunchbox is pulled out, and you smile as you crack open the lid and hold it out to him, “Here. It's all yours.”

Despite your words of encouragement, all that he does is stare at it, visibly dumbfounded. After a moment of inaction on his part, you take initiative and pick up the spoon. You scoop up a good-sized bite of food and bring it to his lips, “It's good, I promise. I made it myself.”

Finally, much to your relief, he opens his mouth, allowing you to feed him. The spoon is withdrawn and you focus your attention on getting another mouthful for him.

Soft cries catch your attention, and when you look back, you can see tears running down his face. His head is raised enough that you can finally get a good look at him. Not only did he sound young, he looked it too. Early teens if you had to guess. His sallow face served to emphasize how large and round his blue eyes were, and you could see some patchy attempts at facial hair growing on his chin and upper lip. You also couldn't help but take note of the way his eyebrows were… swirled? That's a first for you.

He hiccups and lets out a sob, “It's so good…”

There's a painful pang in your heart at the sight, but you force a smile onto your face while holding out the lunchbox to him again, “Well, there's more where that came from. Please, take it.”

After a moment of hesitation, his shaky hands reach for it, brushing against yours in the process. You keep your hands on it for a second to ensure that he has a good grip on it before relinquishing your hold. Now that you've seemingly gotten through to him, he's enthusiastically wolfing down the meal. You doubt that it'll last more than a minute or two. A part of you questions if giving him this much food is really a good idea given his current state, but your desire to get anything into him overrides that fear.

Movement under his shirt catches your eye and momentarily leaves you simultaneously confused and disturbed. Was he infested with insects like the bodies? But wait, that lump under his shirt is too big to be some bugs. What the hell is that?

Then, a small head pokes out through a hole in his shirt, by the shoulder. It was a small, gray rat. Its nose wiggles as it sniffs the air, then quickly climbs the rest of the way out of his shirt and scurries down the boy’s arm. You’re about to try to smack it off him when you see Sanji stop eating long enough to grab a piece of food, then hand it to the rat. He rubs the top of its head with his finger for a second before resuming his meal.

Is that rat his pet? Must be. You can’t help but be touched by the fact that he was willing to share his food with something most people, yourself included, saw as nothing more than a pest. It makes you feel a little bad for wanting to get rid of it.

While he eats, your mind is running in all directions as you scramble to figure out what to do? A part of you wants to leave him here and bring the help to him due to his weakened state, but you're afraid that you won't be able to find him again if you do. Given the state of this place, everything looks the same. And with the way he's nestled in what is effectively a valley between mounds of destroyed buildings, it would be really hard to spot him.

Your attention flits back to the survivor. He already finished your lunch and was now licking the container clean. Maybe he'll have the energy to walk with you to the ship now that he has some food in him. It isn't too far away, and you're optimistic that he trusts you enough to agree to follow you. Yeah. That seems like the best course of action.

With a plan settled on, you nod to yourself and reach down to unclip the canteen on your belt. You unscrew the lid and hold it out to the boy with a smile, “Thirsty?”

The smallest hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he takes it from you, then guzzles the water inside of it. His smile gives you more hope that he'll be willing to cooperate with you. He stops drinking momentarily, then cups his hand and pours a small amount of water into it for the rat who eagerly starts lapping it up.

Making conversation about his pet should help to get him more comfortable with you. “Is that your pet? Does the little guy have a name?”

His eyes drift down to his companion, a small smile still gracing his lips as he nods. He gently pets the rodent again as he speaks in a soft, albeit scratchy, voice, “Yeah… his name is Choux.”

“That’s a cute name.” You scoot closer and reach out to scratch Choux’s head. The rat allows you to, even leaning into your touch. “He’s so sweet. You must have taken really good care of him.”

“I tried to… He’s all I have.” The somber statement makes your heart ache. You can’t imagine what he’s been through. Not just from surviving a buster call, but whatever he must have endured prior to that. Based off that weird helmet he was wearing when you first saw him, he may have been a prisoner. And if his cell was underground, that could explain how he didn’t perish with everyone else.

The last thing you want is for his miraculous survival to be in vain. You need to get him some help as soon as possible. Just as you're about to ask him if he felt like he could handle a brief walk, you're interrupted by the sound of some bricks rolling down the pile to your right.

Your new friend cowers immediately and snaps his head up in the direction that the bricks came from, and his pet scurries back into the safety of his shirt. You follow his gaze, and what you see is the biggest relief.

“Dad! I'm so glad that you're here! I found a survivor and he's hurt real bad! We need to get him back to the ship!” You jump up onto your feet and wave at him as if he can't already see you.

Zeff is staring down at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Before you can make a move to climb up and tell him everything, the boy latches onto your arm and pulls you down. The move is unexpected enough to make you lose your balance and fall back with a yelp. The second that you're on the ground, his arms wrap around you, pressing you against his chest.

When you turn your head to look at him, his eyes are wide and his teeth are bared. His posture reminds you of a terrified, cornered animal.

In an attempt to soothe him, you gingerly rub one of his arms, being mindful to not touch the many wounds on it. “Hey, it's okay. That's my dad. He might look tough, but he's nice. I promise,” your voice is low and you try to make it as soothing as possible so as to not rattle his nerves any more than you already have.

“A survivor? Is that so?” Zeff is slowly making his way down to you, and the boy's hold tightens on you with each step. He scrambles back, dragging you along with him.

It doesn't take long for Zeff to get to the bottom, and when he does, he effortlessly grabs your arms and wrenches you out of the boy’s grasp. He eyes you up, presumably checking for injuries. His next words confirm that, “Did he do anything to you?”

“No, no! Nothing like that! I found him when I was looking around. He had this helmet,” you point over to where it's laying, “on his head, so I helped him take it off. And then I gave him my lunch since he's starving. Which, might I add, he said was really good.”

“Look at the state of him. He would call dog food gourmet.”

“Be nice!” you swat at Zeff’s arm with a scowl on your face. You shake your head, reminding yourself to stay focused. “Whatever. We need to get him back to the ship. He needs help. Is the doctor still on board?”

Zeff doesn't answer at first, instead choosing to stare down at the boy. The survivor is pressed up against a pile with a rock clutched in his hand, but with how hard he's trembling it's hardly an intimidating display.

“What's your name, kid?”

You're about to admonish Zeff for focusing on such a detail right now, but he holds up his hand to silence you. You heave a sigh, but keep quiet. Admittedly, you are still curious about what the boy's name is since he refused to say it earlier.

At this question, the boy bristles and shifts uncomfortably. He looks down at the ground and squeezes the rock tighter before quietly muttering, “I… don't have one.”

“Well, we have to call you something.” Zeff examines him, arms crossed and drumming his fingers on his side. You aren't sure if he's trying to think of a name, or if he's hoping that the boy will cave and fess up if he waits long enough.

You decide to brainstorm a name for him as well. Whether he was being truthful about not having a name or simply didn't want to associate with his old one anymore, you wanted to give him a new one.

Regrettably, it would seem that every name you've ever heard has evaporated from your brain. You stare hard at the nameless boy, hoping that you'll note something about him that inspires a name. Your gaze settles on his unique eyebrows that you had gawked at earlier, and it hits you.

“What about Arlette?”

The swirl of his brows reminded you of the buttery, cinnamon flavored pastry Zeff made with you a while back when you were sailing through a winter climate. You just hope that the boy won't be offended over being named after a dessert.

Much to your relief, his blue eyes shine, and he perks up at the proposed name. He nods vigorously and you get another glimpse at his ghost of a smile.

“Arlette… I'm Arlette.” His voice was just as hoarse as it had been before, but there was a glimmer of emotion to it now. A wide smile breaks out across your face at the sight of him being happy. But, happy or not, he was still in rough shape. There really wasn't time to waste.

You tug on the jacket sitting on Zeff’s shoulders to get his attention, “Hey, is Chervil still on the ship? You didn't answer me before.”

“No, he isn't. He thought it would be best to be out walking around in case anyone hurt themselves while climbing on all this mess.”

Dammit. That isn't convenient at all. Who knows where he even is right now. You gnaw on your lip, feeling unsure of what to do now.

“You're dead set on helping this kid, aren't you?” Zeff heaves a sigh and shakes his head, “You're too damn soft to be a pirate, you know that?”

His comment is eye roll inducing to you, and you're quick to retort, “Yeah, well who raised me to be this way, dad? Hm?”

You make your way over to Arlette and pull him to his feet. He wobbles a bit at first, then finds his balance, but his hands don't leave yours.

“Didn't I just talk to you about sassing me, you brat?” He turns his head, pretending to examine the horizon or whatever excuse he would elect to use this time if pressed for one, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips. “Just worry about getting Arlette there to the ship. I'll go run down Chervil.”

There's the Zeff you know and love. “Thanks, dad! You're the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know I am. Just go.” He waves you off as he turns his back to you.

Not needing to be told twice, you keep a firm grip on one of Arlette's hands as you begin to climb. It's going to be a slow process, you can already tell, but you know better than to try and push him to go faster than he can handle.

You've only made a few feet of progress when Zeff calls out to you again, “Wait.”

He quickly climbs up to where you two are and pulls off his jacket, then drops it onto Arlette's shoulders. “He's such a damn twig that he's going to freeze as soon as the wind hits him.” Typical of Zeff after doing a kind thing, he makes himself scarce, lest he hear someone (you) point it out. In the time it takes you to blink, he’s already scaled the rubble and vanished from sight.

A quiet chuckle escapes you, and you turn your head to look at Arlette, “See? Told you he was nice. He's just grumpy about people noticing that fact.”

Arlette is staring down at the jacket with a perplexed look on his face. His free hand comes up and his fingers ghost over it as if to confirm that it’s really there. Choux makes a reappearance, popping out of Arlette’s shirt yet again and sniffing at the coat. He climbs out, then scurries over to a pocket on the breast of the jacket before happily curling up inside of it with his head poking out just enough to be able to see.

Zeff probably isn’t going to be all too happy about you bringing a rodent onto the ship, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. The last thing you want to do is separate Arlette from his dear pet.

You gently tug on Arlette’s hand to encourage him to keep moving, which he does, “So, Arlette, have you ever been on a pirate ship before?”

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji #black leg sanji #red leg zeff #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #x reader #reader insert #red leg zeff x reader #black leg sanji x reader

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virmire · 1 month ago

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Hello people in my phone!!

So I’m about to start my bachelor’s project at uni and want to write about impoliteness and aggression in online gaming. Do any of y’all know of any streamers/content creators who happen to post about this type of language being targeted at them (or I guess even targeting at others) when they’re gaming online? I want to focus on verbal stuff so in-game chat and such but text based is also fine. It’s also fine if it’s like messages sent in a streamer’s chat. I’m struggling a bit to find more people who make this kind of content (I’ve sent a message to a whopping two content creators lol) so thought I’d ask here in case any of you watch someone who’s often a victim of foul language being used against them. The games I’ve mostly found where it’s an issue is Call of Duty but honestly any online game will do

Also if you have any of your own (uncensored) videos to share with me, please do!!

I should probably also specify that I’ll be looking into this from a linguistic angle (as I am doing a BA in linguistics), so I’m solely looking at the language being used (semantically and pragmatically, perhaps some other linguistic aspects too). Therefore it should be content in English (or Danish if you just so happen to stumble upon that lol)

#more than ok to reblog!!#thanks in advance!#I hope I can find some stuff for this tbh #bc idk what my plan B is yet lmao #also I study linguistics so I’d be researching language from a semantic and pragmatic standpoint #.thoughts #BA project

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fluffle-writes · 9 months ago

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I wanna. Pick them up in my mouth and shake 'em around like a dog obliterating a squeaky toy

#you can tag anyone you feel this way about but I was thinking about Rook hunt in particular #tbh I feel like he'd picture the same - just with Vil and Neige #he wanta his oshis to be besties (he is just lime me fr) (just a liiiittle furyher frim reality)#(I view neigexVil as nore of a crackship until we get more Neige development/lore)#(our queen Vil doesn't deserve to be genuinely shipped with someone who's kinda 2D rn.#But I respect people who flesh out neige with headcanons - they write the dynamics realy well tbh)#(hopefully we get more RSA development at some point I think that'd be cool)#(plus I'd cry if TWST just. stopped. after the last NRC OB)#(I mean it'd make sense aince that's where the story is based and it'll probably end once Yuu finds a way home #- which feels close now thanks to Ortho)#(But at the same time I. have been following this since it first came out when I was about 16 - same age as the first year squad lol)#(and I feel like it'd feel weird if we stopped getting main story updates)#(Im rambling a LOT lol - probably because I'm tipsy haha)#(hope someone can relate to my lamenting of future woes though)#(Oh well - I should atop borrowing sorrow from the future and live joyfully with the now)#(I do miss my friends who've stopped being in the fandom though - and my friends who deactivated and idk how to contact now)#(sugarandmelody... zacrazyvalentine... I miss them. but we had fun #writing and stuff. and I suppose that's what matters in the end. that we had fun.)#at least - I hope they had fun too. and I kinda hope they think about me how I think of them sometimes.#have a nice day if you're reading this. I rambled in the tags a while and I understand that it's kinda long lol.#and probably riddled with typos #I'm tearing up for some reason haha. well it is what it is #I hope each and every one of my followers know how amazing they are - I hope y'all have a wonderful day - evening - or night #I wish I could hug people across the internet lol #I should stop posting on tumblr while drinky haha #tw drunk #tw drinking #i'll tag it just in case #don't wanna cause discomfort and stuff

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girlvinland · 8 months ago

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I know people are upset about ER DLC lore stuff, but tbh I am having the time of my life playing this right now.

#by bug #I just keep accidentally finding new areas and getting distracted from the main stuff #and some of the new things that were added are legitimately cool #and some of the areas!!! are so beautiful!!!#that being said I also am not someone who was like. hoping the lore would turn out one way or another #I don’t really care and depending on what it is I might even like it idk yet #I have no real attachment to mohg and/or miquella so whatever happens happens ig #I do think the idea of st. trina is cool as hell though #and overall idk I like the DLC so far and feel like it’s been on par with or even a bit higher than some past FS DLCs tbh #the one thing I will complain about with ER in general is I wish more bosses gave you any room to breathe at all #I know they kind of set it up intending for people to use spirit summons #but sometimes I want to do it on my own #and when you use a really heavy weapon it’s almost barely feasible for some of the fast chaos bosses #unless you can get distance for a wind up and the boss staggers easily lol #and in ER that is apparently asking for a lot sometimes

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oh-meow-swirls · 10 months ago

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it's kind of weird to me that they didn't bother releasing sushi and tempura internationally at all but at the same time i'm kinda glad they didn't cuz like. yo-kai watch was financially failing in the west by the time 3 released. i feel like if they had released sushi and tempura the franchise would've completely tanked before we got sukiyaki which would've sucked. honestly if anything i feel like it's more surprising that we got all three versions of 2 instead of them just releasing psychic specters but tbf i think yo-kai watch was doing well in the west when 2 released. 2 is just inexplicably what killed the franchise despite being a masterpiece-

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #yw3 #yw2 #idk. i have a lot of thoughts on this stuff #still upset i didn't find out 3 released in america until a while after it did :/ could've gotten a physical copy if i'd found out earlier #but alas. i'm just stuck with a boring digital version. i mean the digital versions of yo-kai watch games are better but like. still #i never got maginyan in blasters even though i could've. the code or whatever was on the receipt but my mom bought it for me #from the nintendo website. and i don't think she checked it and i don't think i found out that was where it was until a bit after i got it-#i did get machonyan and jibanyan t/komasan t's codes entered though so i can get them on any playthrough now #unless i put the sd card in another 3ds since apparently it's system-based instead of sd card based??? which is really stupid #but you can probably bypass that with cfw and i do plan on modding my 3ds eventually #it'll just be a process cuz i don't have an sd card slot on my computer and idk if my moms would be willing to help #so i'll probably have to get a separate sd card reader or whatever. which i do think my moms would be okay with i mean #it's my system and they're cool with piracy lfskdjfjkfsdkljfd-#my moms are so cool <3 i just wish i could get them interested in yo-kai watch but they don't seem to care lfskdjfkjsfdjlksfd-#they determined the battle system doesn't sound fun but i might've just described it badly #i mean tbf. it is very annoying sometimes. especially when my healer just will not heal the other yo-kai #''DO YOUR FUCKING JOB TATTLECAST STOP LOAFING'' -me playing 2 #that being said if 1's switch port ever releases in america i am totally playing it on the tv #i WILL force my moms to watch me play funni ghost game whether they like it or not /lh #if we do ever get 1's switch port i hope they make it a collection of some kind with 2 and 3 remasters too i would buy that in a heartbeat #i mean obviously i will buy any american-released yo-kai watch stuff in a heartbeat aside from maaaaaybe y-school heroes #(i'm sorry y-school heroes fans i just cannot get into it. from concept alone it sounds like i would not enjoy it)#maybe sangokushi too if we ever get that but i feel like we probably won't #idk if the franchise it's a crossover with is popular enough in america for that #i hope we get more english yo-kai watch content once ghost craft releases. kinda feel like it's testing the waters tbh #i know it's seemingly just a spiritual successor but still #i do hope that it being a spiritual successor doesn't mean yo-kai watch is over. i doubt that it will since like #punipuni still gets semi-frequent updates

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arolesbianism · 4 months ago

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Alright gamers!!!! New dupe icons have been obtained, so now I shall!!! Share them!!!!

Very important note! These guys seem to be part of the next dlc, and as such they are likely incredibly prone to change or even to being scrapped entirely. This is just a showcase of some of the stuff I was able to find while datamining, and it should not be taken as stuff that will guaranteed be in game in the future.

Anyways! Enjoy your datamined dupes under the cut >:3

Starting with this fella, Chip!

Description: This Chip is extremely good at guessing their friends' passwords.

This one is Edwiredo

Description: This Edwiredo once rolled his eye so hard he powered himself off and on again.

This is Gizmo

Description: Gizmos love nothing more than a big juicy info dump.

This one is Steela! They're my personal favorite

Description: Steelas aren't programmed to put up with nonsense, but they do enjoy the occasional shenanigan.

I got these from the sprite sheets, so forgive the other sprite intruding on lovely Sonyar's icon

Description: Sonyars would sooner burn down the colony than read an instruction manual.

And lastly, Ulti!

Description: The only dance move this Ulti knows is The Robot.

Here's some bonus stuff I found in the files! Just got you! (Again note that this stuff is very prone to being changed or scrapped)

The new duplicants seem to be a new type of duplicant called bionic duplicants. They are a mix of organic and inorganic components, so my cyborg dupe theory does indeed seem to be correct! It seems like they have power banks and oxygen tanks that will need managed, and they seem to require oil to operate as well. As time goes on, a new material called gunk will build up in their systems, and they will need to visit something called the gunk extractor to be cleaned up. Their oxygen tanks also allow them to work in low oxygen environments, and it can be assumed that they won't need sleep, and potentially not even need food. They also seem to be able to install booster packs that increase their skills, and can come with preinstalled booster packs with some on print traits, including one that allows them to locate undiscovered geysers (which doesn't sound super useful tbh but it's still neat)

#rat rambles #oxygen not included #again I shall reiterate that this is unreleased stuff! prone to change! prone to being scrapped! dont forget that!#but! I am more interested in these guys than I thought Id be due to some of the lore that seems to be going on with them that I shall not #share yet since again its super duper prone to change and I don't want to accidentally spread misinformation by doing so #oh also there appears to be a new type of oil called phyto oil which is extracted from slime #this can also be used to oil up a bionic dupe and prrsumably for other stuff as well but I havent dug into the new buildings yet #so yeah all in all I found WAY more shit than I was expecting to find in the qol beta lol #if I were a more skilled dataminer Id see if I could piece together the actual fullbody sprites for the new dupes but Im not so I wont #Im not even sure if those components are there tbh? I didn't check woops #Ill check later it doesnt rly matter to me much rn #but yeah I assume there'll probably be lots of additional stuff in the full dlc this is just the stuff I stumbled across #Im not very good at the whole datamining thing too so Im sure I missed a Lot of new shit #but with all this stuff sitting in the files I assume we're probably going to hear some word abt the new dlc within the next few months #so look forward to that ig #excited to see what this dlc entails and I hope we get more of the jackie family drama I am digging it so hard #also calvin. calvin my boy please come home

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babacontainsmultitudes · 11 months ago

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[just venting a bit into the void you understand you understand 😌] Lately I've been feeling very caught between "I have a lot of thoughts on Sparrow and Normal and all that with the ending and teen talk and feel like I need to get them out and voice them for my own piece of mind and resolution" and "I am lacking the strength and energy to actually sit down and write it all out and kind of really just want to fully move on to other things (AUs, fics, anything else)" but my brain can't seem to commit to either and that's quite frustrating cause it's just left me very restless. *Sigh*. Idk! Just needed to complain about that a bit ig, it's silly but this is what has been ailing me as of late.

#Then there's also a part of me that's like “does anyone even care at this point? haven't I already talked about them too much?”#but I have seen many a take that irk me...#and perhaps at the center of it all nagging at me is that persistent conflation of love and pride #Less about that in Normal's mind so much as in Will's and the fandom's 🤔#Also that reoccurring issue of the fandom going ''Normal thinks this therefore it is The Truth'' though I believe I've discussed this befor #And... Hooks Will could have grabbed onto but didn't... Quite a few of those...#And the double standard/negativity bias in fandom of ignoring that Sparrow says both that he loves and likes Normal while doodlerized #But not treating those with the same legitimacy we do the pride thing. And ignoring Sparrow's demonstrations of love and change...#And what the love wolf scene actually implies about Sparrow (as I see it) with his own explanation of the pride thing in mind #But also!!! Also on Norm's epilogue and how despite everything taken at face value (i.e. no teen talk influence) I don't actually hate it #and I think it's plenty salvageable #And gah also that like *regardless* of how things turn out with Normal and his dad-#Well I haven't listened to much of the teen talk just the directly Sparrow-relevant clips #so I don't know quite how cynical Will is or isn't about Normal's future #But like. UGH. What I'm trying to say is even if things didn't find resolution vis-a-vis his dad #(which tbh I could go either way on- it's the meta misinterpretations of Sparrow that Bother me not so much Normal's)#(Well that's complicated. Again it comes back to the love vs. pride thing gosh this is so vague of me lol)#With all the positive influences in his life (and just the fact that life is long? and therapy is a thing?) I just don't see Normal-#being Miserable for the rest of his life. Like. I mean I won't elaborate here really but damn it no he can absolutely turn out alright stil #blugh #BUT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN THAT'S A LOT OF STUFF AND THAT'S ONLY VAGUE RAMBLINGS ABOUT *SOME* OF IT #Like I'm proud of a lot of my essay posts (which I'm hoping to eventually compile in a masterpost eventually actually) but they take a whil #And if my heart wants to do other things... Ah idk...#ANYWAYS a vent to vent a vent to vent

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waywardsalt · 1 year ago

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oh yeah i’ve got a bunch of loz aus that i haven’t really talked about. a few of them are listed and slightly explained in this poll and explanation reblog but i haven’t gone out of my way to actually list the aus i have and really explain them. so that’s what this post is for. here are some... decently simple explanations of my major aus and what they're generally about

i have two kinds of aus: original aus (loz aus that are set in their own kinds of worlds with their own stories and twists on character roles) and then crossover aus (we all know how this works i just mash loz and a thing i like together)

original aus: (many currently dont have actual titles, so the titles will often just be concept shorthand)

in the court of the crimson king/crimson king au: probably the most developed and closest to being written out. it's got one of the longer premises; set in a industrial-esque hyrule city, following linebeck as the main character, as the adoptive older brother of link and aryll, living with them and their grandmother as the only one able to reliably make money to pay for rent and food, leaving every other week to do jobs, but he moonlights as the 'demon of the gray moon', a masked persona he'd created as a child that had long since become a city-wide urban legend, anonymously taking unsavory jobs from whomever can contact him and offer pay, often working directly for bellum, a childhood friend, the one who enabled and trained him to become the demon, and one of five anonymous leaders of the city. linebeck effectively lives a double life, and tries to stay out of too much trouble to avoid drawing attention to himself or making his adoptive family worry, but he gets dragged into more and more danger as bellum becomes curious about the identities of the city's other leaders, and linebeck falls in love with a man named ganondorf, suspected to be one of those other city leaders. ive got a few posts related to it already: this one being another vague concept descriptor, this one being an actual scene i have written out.

'gimmick' au: i cannot explain the gimmick without spoiling the au. put simply, in this au, hyrule as a whole has been at war for ten years, every race and kingdom taking sides in a conflict that seems to be going nowhere. link joined the hylian army young, and has made his way up the ranks to become trusted by queen zelda herself, and things in the war take an interesting turn as he and zelda discover a new faction, unaligned with any particular kingdom and with unknown motives, and zelda decides to set out to the different parts of hyrule, link and a chosen group of trusted allies in tow, intending to try negotiation one more time before things take a turn for the worse.

sci-fi/space au: the fun one that probably would need to be done in a visual medium. it takes place in a solar system of a few planets, link growing up on the planet hyrule and occasionally traveling to the others as a knight specializing in investigating and taking down dangerous bounty hunters, working for zelda as a friend. he and zelda uncover a plot by the yiga clan to accumulate a number of highly dangerous research and weapons held by each species as they aim to resurrect a demon to wreck havoc on the solar system- the b plot being about the top bounty hunters in the solar system screwing around, eventually colliding with link and zelda's a plot as it begins to involve them.

murder mystery(?) au: one of the older ones, maybe one of the oldest that i still stick with. this might actually be one of the first ones i tried writing. the plot begins when zelda returns to hyrule city years after her father- the former mayor- was murdered, finding that he has been replaced by ganondorf and that while things seem fine enough on the surface, random and organized crime run the show, and she begins a private detective agency as 'sheik', a masked young man, and with the help of impa, and old friend and confidant, she moonlights as sheik and uses her daytime identity as zelda to help chip away at some of the city's biggest problems and finds herself drawn into a long string of murders that appear to be anything but random violence.

ruined hyrule 1: i have two au’s with the premise of hyrule being ruined. neither of them have more specific names yet. this one begins with the majority of greater hyrule's population having long since locked themselves in hyrule castle town in order to escape the increasingly dangerous wildlife. zelda, a young girl at the beginning, becomes curious about what lies beyond the city walls, and makes friends with many other children within this sheltered hyrule, and as they grow up together, aim to eventually venture out into the wilderness to see what may have caused the outside world to become so incredibly hostile.

ruined hyrule 2: the other ruined hyrule. set in a devastated hyrule, roughly ten years after the royal family was killed, link failing to save them or hyrule in the time since. he now resolves to set out and indiscriminately destroy every demon that plagues the ruined hyrule, meeting and bringing along various allies, each of which has been uniquely affected by and have different lived in this altered, dangerous shell of hyrule.

modern (school): i also have two modern aus. this one isn’t plot driven, just a concept i have, would work best as little vignettes or something. essentially just the idea of a group of loz characters hanging out together in a modern high school (or college?) setting.

modern: this is the one with an actual plot. follows the general idea of zelda characters living in a modern world only for the typical legends to begin resurfacing and heralding dark events. plot specifics are murky, but that's the general idea.

dark mage: this is the au that where the seas meet the sands takes place in. basically just ganondorf x linebeck shenanigans in this alternate hyrule while actual plot sneaks up on them. named 'dark mage' mostly because the initial idea behind this au was that linebeck would learn magic.

horror au: doesn't have the best name, and it's ended up just being a personal sandbox for me. constantly changing, with the cast and setting often altering if i find that something isn't working or sticking. it's an au i've considered (and even briefly tried) writing in the past, but it's still too fluid, and writing horror effectively is difficult. it's a fun au, though.

mecha au: spawned because i watched neon genesis evangelion. a lot of this au's basic concepts can be found here: x but the short version is that hyrule is being besiged by massive monsters, but each race has created their own mechs to combat them. link is just a farmer who happens to have a strange knack for being a mech user, so is brought in by zelda as a gamble to bolster their chances, and he is tasked with working with a new and less-than-trustworthy crew to help fight those monsters.

'amnesia link' au: an au that sprang up in about a day and hasn't gotten too far since. basic premise being that three years prior to the story, link and a group of allies has faced off against ganondorf and, despite their best efforts, lost, with link being presumed dead by their enemies. now, link has woken up from his coma, his memories gone and hyrule taken over, and, with guidance, must once again travel across hyrule, aiming to rediscover his allies and try to face ganondorf once more.

A quick list of crossovers: I won't explain these in length, since they can range from having their own plot to just being a fun mental concept. So, the things I have made crossover aus with are:

Warrior Cats

Batman

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Persona 5

Pokemon

(there are other, smaller ones, these are just the ones i consistently pay attention to)

So! These are the majority of my legend of zelda aus, some of which I may write, some of which just exist in my mind for fun, all of which I wouldn't mind talking more about if anyone is curious!

#i had to find an actual list i made to remember most of these tbh #salty’s loz aus #salty talks #lmk if any of the colored text on here is hard to read i can change it #for some of the duplicate name aus the colors help me remember which is which but ill change it if it makes it hard to read #this took absolute ages to finish partially bc i dont have much physical evidence of these aus. they live in my mind and my mind only #my favorite little tidbit is that in the space au linebeck is a bounty hunter known for being a really skilled sniper #and i did not. in fact. be inspired by sniper tf2. this au predates my knowing about tf2. space au linebeck is inspired by fuckin #ttgl yoko littner and sao (gags) sinon. this will always be funny to me. space au linebeck is probably one of my favorite au linebecks #fun fact also. counting the crossover aus linebeck plays an antagonistic role at some point in 10 of these aus #also anyways worth reminding that a lot of this shit isnt actually very developed. the murder mystery au does not have a lot of actual plot #most of the developed plot stuff in these aus tends to be directly connected to linebecks role in the story bc a lot of these aus happen to #exist bc one day i was like hm what if linebeck was in (hyperspecific situation that led to the creation of one of these aus)#gimmick au is a really good example of how a linebeck in xyz situation thought can spawn a huge fucking story #but i cant get too specific abt that without spoiling the fucking gimmick and ive already said too much #'dark mage' au is also called that bc i think it was REALLY inspired by me thinking abt linebeck in the fe awakening male dark mage outfit #this has been sitting in my drafts for. so long. and then in two days i slammed all of those out and bam. here we are #the crossover aus list is also a list of 'media that also gave me brainworms and therefore got the honor of meshing with the Big Interest'#im not even a big time batman fan i just saw the 2022 movie and scrolled through an entire blog dedicated to harvey dent #i know so fucking much about harvey dent. why is dc so fucking bad about him #anyways welcome to the bottom of the tags. hope you enjoyed your stay. these r my weird loz aus #post-ph isnt here cuz i dont consider it an au. its something else between ‘au’ and ‘speculative canon’

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storfulsten · 2 years ago

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lol did I just lose 3 followers for mentioning a cool new song? ok

#I've lost followers for less tbh so eh #it's fine lol #hope you'll find what you're looking for elsewhere best of luck to you #honestly thought more people would've left by now with how I can't focus and just draw the darn bombeep they probably follow me for #trust me I want to they're still my fav bois and I wanna do way more stuff with them #but atm idk it's just #sneaky corpse brainworm effin shit up oops #but nws hopefully it can be redirected in a productive direction somehow like towards whitty or something #with the voice headcanons and all that some sort of vibes should be able to be projected somehow maybe idk lol #mmm tbh I wish so bad I could animate or do animatics properly bc I have ideas #bombeep ideas #in relation to bits of various letsplay audio that could be made to work out of context somehow I'm sure ha #anyways it is what it is I'll stop rambling and go get some proper sleep now ok cool #laters bye

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ninjaliike · 1 year ago

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can't believe i missed our 6th birthday here! damn ... time flies, eh? ❤️

#QUICK TAGS UPDATE WHILE I'M HERE!#last day at work ended up being 9/13 and ngl it's been practically non-stop ever since #mostly moving things - packing - organizing - etc. it's been exhausting mentally emotionally and physically tbh!#SO! like i've mentioned i've got tumblr on hiatus at least until i can get moved to cali and settled in a bit (we should hit the road 10/15 #it's just been ... a lot #and then trying to figure out what's next since i won't have my job or a consistent income starting on 10/13 for the first time in 11 years #no insurance either so that's another thing to sort out!#i'm trying really hard to be hopeful and optimistic and i DO believe that this is all going to be for the best #it's just hard right now #trying to rest and relax whenever i have a moment or two but still need to find time to get some 'professional' stuff taken care of lol #why are careers??? like i just wanna live and vibe i wish i could just retire *sobs*#ANYWHO.#i love you all and i'll be checking blogs more consistently sometime after i move i hope!#until then feel free to hmu on discord! i'm down to chat / plot / write there in the meantime! ❤️❤️❤️#☆ main — ( OOC. )

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butnobodycame627 · 5 months ago

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Don't you hate when you can't remember if you already took your meds grrr

#like I don't want to take them twice! but I also don't want to not take them at all!#I'm all foggy this is not good. can I please get something that helps with brain fog I am begging #maybe the cat scan will find something for that idk #I mean I'm kinda hoping the scan won't find anything tbh but I want it to at least rule some stuff out?#graaagh idk I'm tired #I don't think I took them yet so I'm going to. it'll probably be fine but I get anxious about this sorta thing idk

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adolins-heart · 1 year ago

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.....i need to get therapy again

#like in general yes.#but lately ive been struggling with a very specific issue. and i have no idea how to seek out support w it #bc like. a lot of my trauma is stuff my family went thru together. even the not whole family stuff me and my brothers went thru together #like most of the Big Shit i can at the very least turn to ky dad or brothers or even my gma and be like 'do you feel this too?' but with thi #s specific traumatic issue. i... i cant. they may be able ti see where im coming from and sympathize and validate the struggle. but they won #t have the same specific struggle due to our shared trauma. and its kinda terrifying??? bc like. the people around me can support me and lov #e me but. no one has actual solutions on how to cope w the fear of it. i just. i dont know.#the problem is. i have no idea how to find support groups. so i dont even know if thered be some sort of. like. therapist type.or specialty #id look for? tbh i should just look for therapists who can help w depression and trauma and hope they can help w the specifics

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untoterxhund · 2 years ago

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#010 //: out of character.#hope y'all are doing well #i might or not do some stuff here tonight if I can find the brain power to do a few #been trying to bounce back but it's been hard tbh #so may i offer another inbox call??

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messrmoonyy · 11 months ago

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-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea

Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)

Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur Morgan

- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you

- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.

- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3

- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.

- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.

- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.

- Forehead kisses!!!!!

- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.

- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you

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- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.

- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him

- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “

- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.

- Refuses to finish before you ever.

- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “

- Grips The headboard.

John Marston

- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.

- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘

- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.

- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.

- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.

- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he’s ready to start swinging.

- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.

- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.

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- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.

- Not very serious most of the time.

- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.

- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.

- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.

- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.

- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.

Dutch Van Der Linde

- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.

- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.

- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.

- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.

- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.

- Reads to you a lot.

- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.

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- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur

- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.

- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde

- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.

- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.

- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “

- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.

- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.

- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.

Sadie Adler

- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.

- Shes just so sweet to you.

- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat

- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.

- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.

- Big spoon.

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- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom

- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While

- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you

- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “

- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.

- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.

- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time

- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.

Molly O’Shea

- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.

- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being

- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “

- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.

- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red

- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes

- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.

- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.

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- Pillow princess. End of story.

- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes

- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.

- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.

- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.

- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.

- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.

- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.

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