#I want to study this rabbit under a microscope

[hyperfixatinator]

Thank goodness I'm not the only one who came to this conclusion! Jax may be a real jerk sometimes, but there's some signs he's not JUST a jerk. He comes across as a guy with a method to his madness, and so far I think this is that method.

(brace yourself for screenshots galore)

For instance, despite his laid-back attitude, Jax seems to take charge of situations more often than the other humans. He's far from an ideal leader figure, but he has his own subtle ways of leaning into a role like that.

Have you noticed how casually Jax talks to Caine about what to do? His first line is him addressing Pomni's arrival to the ringmaster and whether or not they'll need to rework the theme song. And then he suggests to Caine that he should give Pomni an adventure to start her first day. Out of everyone there, Jax appears to be the most comfortable consulting with Caine directly.

Jax' odd role is even more apparent after Caine leaves. At first, Jax says he's fine with doing whatever. But a gloink to the head later and he immediately starts assigning people into groups with different jobs.

Something caught my attention about the two groups he picked out. I've heard a couple people say he chose Pomni and Ragatha to join him because they're the most mentally stable. However, I think it's the opposite.

Pomni had only just gotten trapped there minutes ago. She's obviously panicking about her new fate and hadn't grown desensitized to this world's chaos yet. Her mental state is especially vulnerable right now.

Ragatha's not fairing much better, either. She acts calm and collected on the surface, but it's easy to see her coping skills are also slipping.

Compared to Kinger and Gangle, who are more or less adapted to this world, Pomni and Ragatha are closer to full blown existential crises.

The fact Jax joined the two most likely to abstract might hint he wanted to keep an eye on them. That way, he can distract both of them from spiraling toward their breaking points as they check on their missing friend.

And he does! He snaps Pomni out of her zoned out, distant stare and scares Ragatha with a centipede to distract her.

I also think you're onto something with Jax' keys. It's not just that he has them, but that Ragatha had no idea he had them at all. You'd think an immature trickster would abuse that power to prank people all the time, but that would lead to people finding out about the keys sooner. The way Jax phrased "you've all been fine" suggests he's had them for a while. It has me wondering how often he actually uses those keys, and if it's enough to get people questioning how he got inside their rooms.

Then Jax comes face to face with abstracted Kaufmo, picks up a bowling ball, and ditches Pomni and Ragatha to flee. No one ever said he was a saint. Maybe he assumed the two would also run away after he did?

Anyway, it's still interesting that he stopped running to meet up with Kinger and Gangle, even when he could've kept looking for a secluded hiding spot. Whether or not he was looking for them intentionally is still up to interpretation.

There's also the way he lied to Kinger and Gangle about Kaufmo. This seems a little inconsistent since it was established earlier that he has no problem delivering harsh truths. So why would he lie now when he knows they'll eventually find out? Personally, I think he was waiting for a comedic opportunity to prevent as much psychological damage as possible. If the atmosphere's silly enough, the harsh news won't hit as hard.

Actually, this same logic could be applied to how he broke the news to Pomni earlier about being trapped. He interrupts Ragatha to explain the situation in a nonchalant manner to downplay the seriousness of it.

And then he indulges Pomni when she denies it all and insists it's a dream. He even reminds Pomni of her own "it's a dream" theory after Ragatha's hopeless words got to her head. This could all be him poking fun at Pomni, but what if he really was trying to help her cope?

Back to later, when Jax, Kinger, and Gangle heard Kaufmo coming closer. Jax is the only one who knows what that sound is at that moment, and he's not willing to tell the others what happened yet. So he uses his bowling ball to quickly push them into the hole and away from Kaufmo.

Again, Jax could've easily left Kinger and Gangle to figure things out on their own while he hid in the hole, but he doesn't. He pushes them into the hole first before he himself enters last.

All in all, Jax has a way of managing the people around him without them noticing. There's no arguing he's one of the morally gray ones of the bunch, but not as morally dark as he acts. I think Ragatha would've had more problems trusting Jax' judgement if he'd been entirely malicious up to that point. Although he's cheeky and rude to his friends as an unhealthy coping mechanism, I think they're still his friends at the end of the day.

This is just the pilot, though. So take all this with several grains of salt.

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i hope NOBOYD disporves this theory,, i love it so much

OKAY OKAY so so so WHAT IF Jax's goal was to prevent abstractions, absolutely terrified when learning of them for the first time, SO SO WHAT IF SEE, JAX'S PURPOSE WAS TO PREVENT ABSTRACTIONS BY BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE

WHAT time would you have to think about blehh exits and glitches when your MIDN is focused on JAX being an absolute jerkwad/?!?!!? HUHH!! LIKE WHAT IF Jax had keys to everyone's room to find more things to annoy them about but to also check up on them by being an asshole but also seeing if they're thinking about exits and going insane , LOOK JAX IS the HUMANITY that the characters are missing, Seeing eveyrthing as being too jolly and perfect can drive someone INSANE!! to balance this out, Jax basically is the imperfection and or the chaos to even out the perfection and ease of everything. Caine's games were not ENOUGh as we can see . Jax keeps a cool and calmheaded appearance to potentially mask something he's hiding?? NOW I do NOT know goose in any way nor glitch productions, but I can assume that making Jax the main villain all along would be TOO cheesy and a big cliche, Sure goose said we will not like some things Jax will do in the episodes but i can assure you he will NOT be the main villain, he may even be a twist like,,.. LIKE THE THEORY I STATED ABOVE!! (refer to tl;dr) idk just that Jax being the big bad is not something viewers would enjoy, right? Viewers might enjoy it more if zooble was the big bad or Pomni even!! (probably not but you get my point) And what is C&A HMM?!?!??! JAX is the chaos everyone needed in this unbalanced digital hell, Though even his distractions were not enough for the previous characters before him unfortunately, but they may have abstracted for reasons not even jax could distract them from!! Like , Kaufmo as they stated abstracted recently and when Pomni arrived maybe THAT distracted jax from distracting kaufmo into not abstracting?? oh mt gODD!! Jax is HIDING many things i can sense it, we can ALL sense it and nandndn,,,, ANYWYS ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING!! HAVE A GREAT DAY!!

tl;dr: Jax prevents abstractions by distracting the gang from a potential exit and glitches in the circus by annoying them.

[thelostconsultant]

I wanna be your slave

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Once he gets to know you a little better, Max finds himself diving into a rabbit hole that he doesn't even want to escape.

note: It's a blurb that I can't explain. I had a thought™ and this is the result.

warnings: no smut, but there's a mention of oral (f receiving) so MDNI.

When your arrival was announced, Max was indifferent about it. He saw you race in F2, and you were undoubtedly talented, he had to give you that. You could be aggressive on the track, but there was still a certain kind of elegance in your maneuvers that he was almost envious of. But that wasn’t enough to get his attention. You weren’t really worth his time.

Then he became intrigued when he began to read and watch your interviews out of morbid curiosity. You remained neutral when the press asked about him, always keeping a certain distance from him that journalists and reporters didn’t really know how to handle. They were so used to people talking about him as the Max Verstappen, the person who some looked up to as if he was some kind of god, and there you were, the young, alpha type driver who couldn’t care less about his achievements.

He didn’t need your adoration, of course. But after your first day with the team as their F1 driver, the first time he actually talked to you, he began to find you interesting, making him feel like he should study you under a microscope. When he looked at you, he saw your delicate frame, those shining eyes that were full of life, and all of his protective instincts came to the surface. He knew you were more than capable of looking out for yourself, but he couldn’t help it.

So, he decided to do the sensible thing by avoiding you until he figured out what this was all about. Maybe you were just a shiny new toy he wanted to own, that he wanted to call his. The need to look out for you and take care of you didn’t make much sense, because you were independent, you weren’t the type to submit to anyone. The moment you felt like he was patronizing you, you would’ve left without a second thought. 

Rumors that he hated you eventually began to circulate, that’s why he was keeping his distance, that’s why he always made sure he only touched you until the official photo was taken, and that’s why your conversations during the Red Bull videos were awkward. After a while he realized that you noticed something wasn’t right, and that’s why you took the exact same safety measures he had done.

Seeing you again after the summer break, though, your skin glowing after a few weeks off, smile wide and bright, he had a hard time keeping himself under control. He was like a wolf in a cage, pacing impatiently as he waited to be let out. Now, he usually had no problem with self-control. He was good at not doing anything stupid. But you made him stupid, you involuntarily pushed him over the edge when you showed up for dinner in that dark green dress. 

An hour after you all returned to your rooms, he couldn’t wait anymore. He went over to your room, pushing past you to get inside, and the moment you locked the door with a confused frown, he had you pinned against it. You tried to pull away long enough to ask him what he was doing here, but he didn’t give you the chance to talk. When he finally decided to talk, though, it was only for a few seconds. 

“Five minutes. Give me five minutes, and if you still want to, you can tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone. But please, give me a chance to make you feel good,” he begged you as he had his nose brushing along your neck. 

You were probably too stunned to speak, but it was okay. He took it as a green light, so he slipped his fingers under your shorts and panties, then slowly pulled them down your leg. He was kneeling in front of you, lips moving up your thigh while his hand moved your leg to have it rest on his shoulder. He was acting like a starved dog that finally got a good meal, and he didn’t slow down until he pulled an orgasm out of you. Even then he just looked up at you, silently begging you not to make him leave, to let you stay between your legs where he felt like home. 

He was willing to give up control. He was willing to let himself submit to you if that was the only way he could have you. And when you looked into his eyes, mouth open as you tried to catch your breath, he knew he had you. You were his, just as he was yours. Everything that happened between these walls, everything that would happen when you were alone in the future became your little secret. No one had to know that you managed to turn him into your slave without uttering a single a word.

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Part 19

Not a Sound

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 3885

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: You reveal your secret.

Author's Note: Thank you soo much for all of the support and encouragement, especially with the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one! 😭💜🙏🏼 (BIG DRAMA & EMOTIONS WARNING)

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Flashbacks from Reader's Past | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | (These symbols will bracket sections to denote the POV shift)

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, PIV Sex, Hair-Pulling, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“Can I have a drink?”

Four powerful pirates blinked at you. 

It was strange to be on this side of the coffee table. Buggy sat in your spot on the couch between the other leaders of the Guild, while Shanks had pulled up a chair beside Crocodile.

Your green, velvet chair felt like an examination table. Like you were under a microscope, about to get chopped into tiny pieces to be studied. 

Buggy had clung to you all morning, barely going a moment without touching you during breakfast. You were grateful he hadn’t tried to feed you any fruit. That thought sent your eyes flicking toward the red haired pirate, more bile climbing up your throat. Buggy’s floating hand rested on yours while they all stared, but you couldn’t get yourself to hold onto it. 

“What would you like to–”

“I’ll get it,” you jumped up, cutting Mihawk off, and leaving Buggy’s hand to float alone when you pushed it away to stand. The little bar felt like miles away, and you grabbed the first thing you could see. Crocodile’s stinky scotch in its pretty crystal bottle. You poured a heaping glass, vaguely hearing a reaction from the couch before you chugged the burning liquor.

“What the fuck, baby?”

“Y/N, stop!”

“Don’t— rabbit!”

The three of them surrounded you, snagging the bottle and empty glass from your hands too late while you coughed from that toxic, liquid fire. Crocodile got to you first, kneeling out from the sand at your feet to grab your flushed face, wiping away the stinging tears that you knew wouldn’t be the last. 

“Sweetheart, why–”

“Sweetheart,” you choked out, the sound a mix between a laugh and a sob. “Gods, I’m sorry, I– fuck.” 

The looks on their faces made you want to scream. You rubbed your eyes with the meat of your palms, trying to be less fucking pathetic. 

“Drink, love,” Mihawk soothed, holding a glass of water to your lips. 

“We’re right here, star,” Buggy whispered as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s okay,” Crocodile promised, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re our Numbers Girl, no matter what. Alright?”

Your body slumped, nodding as you let them guide you back under that microscope. Shanks was staring at you, but nothing meant anything anymore, so you didn’t bother to study his face. 

They let you sit there. Time was empty. It could have been minutes or years before you finally mustered up the energy to ruin everything.

“I’m fucking stupid,” you announced with a sharp laugh, feeling insane. 

Maybe I am. Maybe he did put me away. 

“Don’t talk like tha–”

“What do you mean, sweet girl?”

“You.” 

Growling at your scarred lover, confessions, and a suicidal accusation flowed through your body, spilling out through your eyes and lips. 

“You were going to kill us if I wasn’t useful. I could have been free, but I… I called those people for you.”

Crocodile’s face was as cold and unmoving as stone, a cliff you could leap off of. 

If only you could have stopped. No one said a word, but the energy was already rolling through you, destroying everything, your throat still raw from that fucking scotch. 

“I was an idiot. I was fucking kidding myself thinking I could wait, thinking I could have a few more days.” Your manic laughter turned to pain, a sob hitting your last words. 

Glancing up at the couch, you saw your three men clenching their jaws. Crocodile’s arm was wrapped around Buggy, that large hand digging into Mihawk’s shoulder, while Mihawk had grabbed Buggy’s floating hand, gripping it in his own lap before it could fly to you. 

“There’s no way I could hide it. Someone at the party will say it…”

“Say what,” Buggy rasped after a long moment. 

Your eyes poured over your men one more time before it was over. 

“My name.”

Everyone paused, and you remembered Shanks was there. His face was a mask, unreadable, and you were grateful for another reason to ignore it. 

“Are you saying that your name is a lie,” Crocodile asked in a dangerous purr. 

“No. None of you ever asked what my last name was,” you pointed out, then laughed as you looked between them. “I guess pirates don’t really care about last names.”

The laughter died in your throat, tears streaming now in your moment of defeat. 

“What’s your name,” Mihawk asked, his voice more gentle than you’d ever heard. 

It’s over. 

“Y/N Sylvad.”

…

…

…

“Like the wood company?”

You clamped your hands over your mouth, the shock of laughter that burst through you at Buggy’s confused face, his cute question, almost had you believing it would be alright. 

But the other men in the room shifted. Crocodile pulled his arm away from the other two to rest his elbows on his knees, leaning toward you while he answered his clown.

“Not a company. A fucking empire. Sylvad’s Lumber and Shipping. Is that what you’re telling us right now?”

“Yes,” you breathed, already watching their eyes change. Already watching them forget who you were. 

“Keep going,” he ordered, his words cold, ice building up around you. 

“It’s not mine,” you begged them to believe you. “Dad died and…”

You couldn’t. You didn’t know where to start, or if it even mattered now. 

“Arbo Sylvad was your dad,” Shanks murmured, sitting up a little straighter while he studied you. 

“You’re Sylvad’s heiress.”

“No, I'm not,” you snapped at Mihawk, not caring when his golden eyes flared at you. “Uncle Cedrick got everything. Dad always said it would go to… I was fifteen when he…”

Crocodile’s silver eyes were like molten metal, and you choked on your grief as you watched him stand. He walked to that giant desk of his, and when he returned to drop your thick notebook in your lap, you flinched, bracing for pain. 

“Unreliable,” he growled, tapping the notebook with his hook as he brought his eyes down to yours, his frightening face so close. 

“Everything I said was true,” you pleaded, mind blanking out with fear while Mihawk came to touch Crocodile’s shoulder. He didn’t budge, and though your mouth went dry, you forced yourself to explain. “Those people are unreliable! They'd talk to people that could cause problems for the Guild. People with connections to the Marines.”

“Like your Uncle?”

“What do you mean, boss,” Buggy tried to redirect, his hand on the hook that was digging into the back of the chair, his body leaning against the larger man’s shoulder. “They just sell trees and stuff, right?”

“Every single Marine ship on the fucking water right now was built with Sylvad wood,” Crocodile fumed, Mihawk’s hand stroking along his arm as you shrank beneath those silver eyes. “Hells, almost every ship that sails out of Water 7 is built with that lumber.”

“I don’t get it,” Shanks complained from his chair, though you couldn’t see him past the angry man in front of you. “If you’re the heiress of Sylvad’s, why were you working? You were an accountant or something, right?”

“Investment banker,” Buggy bragged, and you almost smiled that he remembered. “My girl’s a fancy financial advisor.”

“Let’s give our girl some breathing room, Crocodile. We don’t know everything yet.”

You only heard Mihawk’s whispered words because Crocodile was a hair's breadth away. He brought his thumb to rub along one of your cheeks, and the back of his hook to smooth along the other. 

“Tell daddy everything, alright, sweetheart?”

Your eyes fluttered shut until he pressed into your cheeks, slow tears falling from your eyes when you nodded for him. 

“Yes, daddy.”

The warm kiss he pressed to your temple made you want to disappear. Nothing. Nothing ever again. 

You were barely there as the words fell from your lips. Eyes unfocused, hanging loosely around the little table by Mihawk’s seat. You smiled to yourself when you realized it looked strange without a glass of wine on it. 

“Dad died on a business trip. Freak storm. Left everything to Uncle Cedrick. Kat and I got our trust funds for school. Mom got nothing.”

“I think we’ll need more than that, little rabbit,” Mihawk cautioned as he glanced over at Crocodile's stern face. 

“Can I have a drink fir–”

“No,” said the three men on the couch. 

Holding your head in your hands for a bit, you tried to figure out how to say the least amount of painful words to get them to leave you alone. 

“Uncle took us in. He was such a caring person, taking in his brother’s poor daughters, his lonely wife,” you spat, venom dripping from your lips. “I didn’t want to belong to him. My trust fund paid for the best education out there, but all my friends stopped… When they knew I had nothing to give them, they treated me like shit. I kept doing what I'm good at, and I got the fuck out. Went to go live that stupid, boring life.” 

Growling with the frustration of spilling this pathetic, entitled trash, you stood to pace behind your chair, waving your notebook around as if you could make it burst into flames with your will alone. 

“I am fucking amazing at my job, but most of these people just looove the thought of the poor little heiress helping them get richer. Most of them can’t wait to put me in their little collection. Add me to their fucking shelf. Just gotta ask Uncle how much his little niece– FUCK!”

The notebook went flying, skidding across the floor while you shoved the heavy chair over, yelling, raging, kicking that stupid green chair until your shoes fell off, your toes fucking hurt, until your clown stopped you.

“Baby, please,” he soothed, his upper body floating to keep your struggling form from reaching anything on the ground to hit. “It’s okay, star, I’m right here. Fuck those assholes, right? Who needs ‘em!”

Part of you felt guilty for not laughing at his sweet attempt, but the rest of you needed to fight or flee. 

Flee from these powerful men that were already using you to make money. 

“Put me down!”

Buggy’s whispered, “star,” hurt like hell. You held yourself still when he set you down gently, back in your spot as you faced the couch again, although your chair was kicked off to the side. 

“Wanna know how high to set the ransom,” you challenged, your clenched fists shaking at your sides. You couldn’t think clearly enough to read their darkened eyes, even Buggy’s as he took his place between them. “Just so you know, Uncle doesn’t like me that much. He’d probably be happier if you killed me. Or you could buy me, that’d make him extra hap–”

Sand. 

Sand flooded the space around you. It lifted you off the ground, and your breath caught as the coffee table got thrown to the side. You met those silver eyes just before you were in his arms, your legs stretched across the laps of the other men on the couch. 

“What…” you wondered, mind in a daze.

“You thought I’d sell my sweet girl,” Crocodile hummed, kissing the top off your head.

“You told me you would,” you reminded, your body and mind feeling distant, separate from whatever this strange world had become. “How much am I worth? Just keep being valuable, useful? You were already gonna sell me or kill me before you knew what a goldmine I was.”

The icy anger that laced your words made every hand on you go still. Crocodile froze as he started to rock you, and your body couldn’t choose between guilt at hurting them, or anger and fear at what they would do. 

“I think I’m drunk,” you whispered, wanting them to let you go, and wishing that they never would.

“No shit,” Buggy laughed, “I’m surprised you’re alive after that.”

His hands started massaging your legs on his lap, rubbing up and down nervously while you closed your eyes.

“Can I go lie down?”

“I’ll take you, star.”

Crocodile and Mihawk’s hands dragged along your skin as Buggy lifted you into the air, but neither stopped him from taking you. Neither stopped him from floating you away.

Neither called you pretty names as you left the room. 

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

“I’ve got you,” Buggy promised. 

Getting her onto that giant bed felt like a race. Something was right behind him. Something would stop him.

Something would take her away again. 

Finally there, he wrapped his arms around her, leaning against the headboard while her scotch scented breath warmed his chest. 

“Your breath stinks, baby.”

Maybe it was a laugh, but that choked sound made his chest tight, like a huge hand was crushing his ribcage. 

I can’t do anything. Fucking useless. Can’t help her.

“Buggy…”

“Shh, I’m right here, star,” he promised. The sound of his name on those quivering lips sent fire, rage, and guilt straight through him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He could never leave her. He could never leave her with them after this. Even if they…

Buggy kissed her temple, trying to be soothing while he waited for them to crash through the door.

Waited for them to take her from him.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

Not a sound.

Not a sound filled the air as the men in the lounge sat with the news that their little lover was the heiress of Sylvad’s.

Not a sound from the two men on the couch as her accusations weighed on them, as though she hadn’t left their laps with those angry, frightened tears in her eyes. 

“That sure is something,” Shanks whistled softly. He stood to pick up Y/N’s chair, sitting across from them. “What are you gonna do with—“

“Find somewhere else to be,” Crocodile fumed, his body vibrating with the need to hurt something.

Shanks nodded, giving a crooked smile, before leaving them alone. Mihawk stared after his old friend, images of comfort he couldn’t provide burning behind his eyes.

He’s going to take them both. 

Serves us right.

Crocodile’s angry huff pulled Mihawk out of those thoughts, watching the man stomp toward the bar. The coffee table his sand had moved laid in his path, until it splintered and scattered from the touch of his vicious foot in that lovely shoe. 

The swordsman floated after him, still in a daze while the larger man imitated their girl, chugging a glass of scotch. 

Mihawk stared, but didn’t speak, didn’t touch.

Crocodile set the glass down before he shattered another one. 

“She lied—“

“Can you blame her,” Mihawk laughed coldly while the other man paced. Silver eyes shot like daggers, but Mihawk couldn’t seem to care about anything at the moment. “She told the truth, just not all—“

“She didn’t trust me.”

He sat again, staring at the floor after those stupid words had left him.

“I don’t…” Mihawk started, pushing himself to move, pushing himself to try. He sat down, and touched a hand to Crocodile’s shoulder, leaving it there after his scarred lover flinched. “We haven’t given her much reason to, have we?”

Not a sound after that. 

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Y/N! You can’t just leave,” Kat reasoned, pulling the clothes out of your hands before you could stuff them into your suitcase. “What about mom? What about the company?”

“Mom made her choices,” you growled, pulling the clothes back from your sister’s shaky hands. “And I don’t care about the fucking company. It’s not mine.”

“Not if—“ 

“It’s not mine. I’m sick of this fucking life. I’m getting out.”

“... What about me?”

That stopped you. But only for a moment. 

“I’m sure he’d let you come if—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now,” she shouted, pushing you toward your messy suitcases. “He’s a pirate! If he doesn’t hurt you before, what do you think he’ll do when he finds out who you are?”

“I don’t care,” you fumed as you stared your little sister down. “I'm bored of this stupid life.”

Kat’s mouth hung open, the hurt and pain in her eyes making you want to take it all back, to beg for forgiveness.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t waste this chance to be free. 

“You really have a death wish, you know that? That clown is going to get you killed,” Kat breathed, her voice growing colder as she turned to leave. She didn’t look back when she said her goodbye, just waved her hand over her shoulder. “I’ll look out for the ransom note.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Sleep?

Sleep.

Burning sleep, and stormy seas.

Dad’s voice calling for you. 

You could never find him before the ship went under, before all that Sylvad wood splintered beneath the raging waves.

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buzz off, idiot,” Buggy ordered in a harsh whisper, Shanks’ smiling face peeking through the cracked door. Buggy had left his body on the bed to hold Y/N as she whimpered, nightmares ruining her scotch and stress induced nap. 

His head floated by the door, frowning at his old friend. 

“It’ll just be a second, Bugs, I swear.”

Shanks’ smile stretched even wider when Buggy agreed, floating his head out into the corridor.

“This better be good, asshat.”

Shanks felt it. This was it. He could have them both. 

He needed them both. 

“Let’s take her with us, Bugs.” 

Buggy’s look of shock was exaggerated by those red lips of his, and Shanks had to hold himself back from kissing them.

“But she… but it’s dangerous…”

Buggy wasn’t sure he’d actually heard those words, or if he’d fallen asleep, dreaming beside his star. Too many emotions rushed through him, but all he could think about was her. 

“Would you rather leave her here with them,” Shanks rasped, his eyes doing that heavy thing they do, although there wasn’t much of Buggy’s body to drag them down. “We can protect her. You and me, Bugs.”

The clown had to fight his body to stay still as he held her in the other room. The need to move, to fidget, to pace, made him dizzy. 

“What if she doesn’t wanna go,” Buggy wondered. Images of Y/N smiling, laughing, screaming, flew through his mind, each one making him doubt that he could ever make her as happy as she’d seemed once things had started to settle here. 

“I already asked her. I know she’ll say yes. She wants you to be happy, Bugs. Just like I do,” Shanks confessed, brushing a bit of blue hair out of Buggy’s face. He rubbed his thumb across those red, parted lips. 

So close to everything. 

“When did—“

“Buggy?”

Shanks watched his clown fly away from him, hopeful that it’d be the last time. 

Buggy flew away from his old friend, every confusing thought going blank besides the need to comfort that soft, scared voice. 

“Right here, got you, baby.”

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buggy,” you whimpered as new tears fell. 

“Shh, you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Painted lips covered your face, kissing your tears away until you shivered, his soothing hum blocking out everything else. 

His touch kept it all at bay. 

Every split second of memory was grief, so you curled against him, running your hand along his side. Your body writhed, whining for him as he stroked your hair and back, then pulled away.

“Hey, star, it’s o—“

“Please, touch me, Buggy,” you begged as you reached for him. “I need you so much, I need you…” 

Pathetic grief poured back in at the memory of what you’d witnessed last night, but you couldn’t fight your need for him. 

“Please, touch me.”

“Just tell me if it’s alright, okay, star," he breathed after pausing to study your face, tracing his fingers along your cheeks.

“Please,” you gasped, his lips on your neck were saving your life. Saving you from your mind. 

A touch against Mihawk’s tender bite mark brought the world back, but then Buggy was tearing you both out of your clothes, kissing down your arms, your chest, your stomach. Kissing every inch of your skin until you were crying with need instead of pain. 

Begging, begging for more. 

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, star.”

“Bug—“

Breathy, desperate moans left your throat as his fingers plunged deep inside you, and he swallowed the rest of your sounds in a wild kiss. His tongue was eating, tasting, and you almost laughed into his mouth at the memory of scotch, until his free hand found your clit. 

The fingers inside you were perfect, knowing exactly what you needed. Finding that spot, giving you steady touches that built in pressure and speed until you were clenching around his fingers, body shaking with pleasure and gratitude. 

“So beautiful,” Buggy praised, his voice full of a quiet awe as he smiled down at you. “You okay, baby?”

“Fuck me, Buggy,” you pleaded as your weak arms failed to pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”

His eyes were wide, concerned, but he smiled when he kissed you. 

Smiled when he gave you everything you needed. 

~~~🤡��🤡~~~

How?

How can she be real?

How can she want me this much?

Want me after everything…

Buggy pushed those thoughts aside as he smoothed his ungloved hands down her body. 

Hands that he felt safe letting her touch. Just like his bare face that he could let her see. 

He let out his own soft, needy noise as he watched her writhe and squirm, begging for him to touch her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, just the touch of her perfect, dripping pussy against his sensitive tip was too much. Too much as he lined himself up.

“Look at me, Buggy,” Y/N cried out, her watery eyes swallowing him whole, just as he sank his cock deeper and deeper. He couldn’t hold in his moans at the pure fucking bliss that she held inside her, that she let him feel. 

“Look at me, please.”

Buggy kept his eyes on hers, her request setting off alarm bells in his mind that he had to shut down, throw out. 

She wants to look at me like this. She wants to see my face. There’s only one per—

“Buggy! I’m close, please,” she panicked, reaching up into his hair, pulling gently as her breathing went ragged. “Need to feel you, want you so bad.”

“I want you too, star, I’m right— oh gods, baby. Fuck, you feel soo good…”

Y/N screamed his name.

His name. 

Over and over while he shoved his cock as far as he could go, claiming that sweet, warm pleasure she let him take. 

Y/N pulled him in, her body made to take his come, made to milk him, to drain him, to let him fuck it back into her while she babbled, while her eyes crossed, while that cute little tongue hung out of her perfect lips.

All for him. 

Still sunk deep inside her, Buggy soothed and calmed her frantic noises, kissing her temple.

“I love you so much. My shining star.”

What a feeling to say those words. What a feeling to mean them. To have someone to say them to. 

“I love you, Buggy. I love you so much.”

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

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Part 20

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[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 5, Match 5

propaganda below the cut! (wall of text warning)

Trent Reznor:

"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""

"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"

"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"

"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."

"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"

Keanu Reeves:

"Best role model"

"I have several photos of keanu on my vision board on Pinterest because I need him so desperately"

"The most stunning, the sweetest, humble, funny, sincere, most gorgeous man alive probably. The internets boyfriend for a reason ya know what can you say? His looks do the taking for you. Like rivers edge Keanu? (80s so nvm) okay MOPI Keanu?? Riding that bike like nobody’s business in that hoodie leather jacket combo?????? Effervescent."

"This man screams KINDNESS AND LOYALTY. For that reason, it is enough. He is enough. More than enough."

"Majestic."

"i looked up keanu on pinterest to see what he looked like in the 90s and i ended up spiraling down a rabbit hole for half an hour just admiring his beauty. if that doesn’t prove that he deserves to win then idk what does"

[cozymochi]

Dropping by to tell you that your OCs are so so so Cool 😭 I love how you based them on more niche(?) disney characters, and the creativity and thought you put in them is so 👌 (also… n…nyoka hair down when /nf 🤯)

Your Tia already had me hooked to your blog she’s so stunning hshsh, Nyoka just might be the death of me…

THANK YOU that means a lot 😭 Especially given I honestly haven’t even scratched the surface, but since I fail at articulating and think nobody wants walls of text, it’s always comes down to “oh man i better get my point across in conveying years/months of investment in one image 😭” IJJAJSHJSH Fuck it *untwists your wonderland*

What a roster we got here.

Good thing I haven’t discussed the #lore about each boy (and the dang base characters in question they derive from) otherwise you and everyone else would know how deep the rabbit hole runs. There was so much studying under a microscope involved but at least it wasn’t a solo effort. AND THANK YOU AGAIN 😭

You will receive that Nyoka when you complete the quests three, which are: [REDACTED]

It exists.

I should probably remake it though.

[thelocalconstellation]

okay so there's this motherfucker called Legundo on youtube okay mcyt. He does these 100 day minecraft challenge videos, more often than not, they're modded.

there's lore. There's over 20 of the individual videos, and they're all horribly long. Why is he like that. I love it.

He has also condensed these down into 2 supercuts, of parts 1-10 and parts 11-20

Part 1, 1000 days in the minecraft multiverse, is 11 hours long. There is lore here. I have watched all 11 hours of this first supercut. I have learned things and I'm frothing at the mouth with curiosity. There is lore. The lore is vague, non-specific, and also sparse. That did not stop me and now here I am.

Part 2, 2000 days in the minecraft multiverse is NINETEEN HOURS LONG. What the fuck is wrong with this guy. I want to study him under a microscope. the first video of his I watched was 2.5 hours and part of this series, and that is how I ended up down this rabbit hole. but NINETEEN HOURS sir your EDITOR(s) (I only know he does not do them himself, or at least did not for a period of time, because there were snarky editor comments on one of them.)

anyways I'm. I'm going to start biting. I have enrichment in my enclosure in the form of a puzzle I must figure out.

[becauseplot]

Shared Living Space

“What?” says Cell. He laughs, a creaky, lopsided sound. “‘Ground rules’? What are— What are you talking about? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re being…weird today.” “What I’m trying to be is realistic,” Felps replies. “This isn’t Alcatraz, Cell. It’s my fucking apartment. I can’t seem to get rid of you, and you clearly want to be here because you keep breaking in, and if either of us do anything to attack or expose the other, everything goes to shit.” He throws out a hand. “So here we are. We’re stuck together. Might as well try to make this tolerable.” Cell stares. For all the deals, threats, and blackmailing he did in Alcatraz, it seems Cell never once considered the idea of a mutually-beneficial compromise, because this is the closest Felps has seen the man to genuinely perplexed.  Cell opens his mouth: “Felps I have no idea what you’re on about.” Okay, that’s fucking funny. “What I mean,” Felps elaborates, trying to keep his tone even and reasonable, “is that if you’re going to be here, you need to make some concessions. Like taking your boots off.”

Or, Felps attempts to negotiate a roommate agreement with Brazil's most wanted cannibal murderer.

✨reblogs✨ are always appreciated! ty!

TWs: knives, threats of death/violence, mentions of cannibalism, brief references to homelessness and past/present food insecurity, and LOTS of swearing

Thank you to @rabbit-harpist for inspiring me to finish this fic!! And shout out to @factorialsotherfandoms for going absolutely insane about Cell and AU-Cell characters with me. (Putting him under a microscope n studying him like a little bug fr.) Y'all are great :D <3

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Bunny anon again. Thank you for the response ❤️ Loved all the points you brought up. I was introduced to South Park through my best friend too, back in 2010 when I was 12. Little me was quickly drawn into Bunny because of the opposites attract concept and the cute fanart lol. And omg, Hollycomb… I was obsessed with their writing back then, and I remember reading The Scenic Route and anticipating new chapters.

If you feel like it, I welcome you to pick apart Going Native :) When that episode was first announced, I lost my mind LMAO.

YOU WERE 12?????? DUDE WHATTTT WHATT WERE YOU DOING WATCHING SOUTH PARK AT 12 GSHDVHSBS NOOOO

Okay whew anyways still mad impressive that you were THERE when The Scenic Route was being published and pre-Going Native Bunny as well lmao i feel honored being approached by a true south park veteran. I literally only started watching South Park this year, I wish I could've seen those season releases live as well. I bet that feeling must've been unmatched.

And god yeah HOLLYCOMB'S WRITING admittedly I haven't read much of their other works (I have yet to read the last chapter of The Scenic Route actually💔fake fan) but the way they write dialogue is something I wanna study under a microscope. It's so brief and effective, I literally could never shsvsshis I wanna know how to say so much in so little words too

And yeah, opposites attract is definitely a good way to describe Bunny bc they're opposites in the way Yin and Yang are; they compliment each other and thrive more when the other exists alongside them, but don't clash. But honestly it's true that one can't give enough credit to fanartists and the service they did to pull me down the rabbit hole as well, I think that might've been the first step for me too before anything else

Thank YOU so much for the ask and for letting me ramble. Don't hesitate to reach out off anon if you want lmao I'd love to drill you on fandom history if you've been here that long. I might pick apart Going Native's character writing in some other post🤭🤭🤭 it's a really random bomb they dropped only to never bring up Butters & Kenny's compatibility again, until off-screen in Post Covid. I don't think I could talk about Going Native without also talking about these boys' futures

🧡🧡🧡

[13tinysocks]

Just finished re reading ycyd once again. a wonderful read,

the last time I read it, was in Turkey and I got ghosted by a really hot punk guy and I was so violently depressed. BUT The idea of getting fucked by Toby unimaginably soothed my aching soul, I felt like a newborn fawn standing for the first time, perceiving an unseen world, and it’s vast beauty. More importantly, I may currently be frantically drawing all of the sex scenes with Toby for my own personal perverted enjoyment , so hypothetically do you know where that reference photo of the loft is?? for science of course.

Also partially blaming you guys for the period where I only went out with guys that looked like Brian and Tim, because y’all injected an uncontrollable lust in me, Alas, not sustainable in the long run; trying to get your man to wear a masky cosplay 24/7.

Anyways, you guys reignited Toby being my muse, and please if you do respond drop all of your art of Toby this is a stick up and I need it

So now I’m gonna go read spill your guts again bye!!!!!

This was my spill your guts Toby I drew last year and some ycyd tob which i’ve drawn eating him out alot artistic reverence, yada yada yada



1. Show me his cock.

2. I've always been very boring and Ill traveled so I've only ever really dated Abby (my beloved I love being boring) How are you pulling this many people? I want to study you under a microscope actually. (I am NAUGHT slut shaming I love sluts)

3. I once knew a Brian doppelganger. He was my sister's shitty boyfriend. Good riddance but I mean the resemblance was uncanny.

4. I love your art and I follow you from my main. If Toby had the means he would be like a freak Strade/Mason hybrid. Already kinda is but you get me.

5. I haven't drawn Toby much in the last year or so but I've got a few things for ya.

This mornings warm up and a shitty drawing of the loft. I always imagined it as kinda shallow with indented shelves.

Stuff from my Insta of Toby. Left is from last year. Right is part of a wider print well be selling with interruptions of the manor fellas but make it ho1c teehee.

That's all Ive got for Toby. I'm sorry beloved mutual. I wish I had the energy to draw him as much and as cute as you do.

However. I've been working on pinup prints you see. Tim and Brian double slutted up you see.

Brian's done but Tim's still in the works and very bald and has triangle nipples.

Toby is genuinely the reason we started SYG in the first place. It was his birthday and I wanted to widdle COVID times away by writing. We all know where that rabbit hole went.

I also have a piece of YCYD's novelization Toby art. Since I can't use the real thing I wanted to keep him close but not too to Toby in looks and personality. So here's that

Erm ☝️🤓 thank you for reading. I really do love your stuff teehee kicking my feet.

[wibblyparfait]

(props up arm on desk) hii,,,,,, Nanaco in a Situation huh,,,,,,,,,,,,

Limbus Company is unfortunately still on my brain sometimes. so heres to finally drawing up all the Nanashi IDs & EGO thats been plaguing my brain 👍

transcript + extra notes under the cut cuz if oomfie has to hear all my Nanashi thoughts then so do u 🫵 SHFNDNF

LCB Sinner Nanashi

to Coral:

-> Studying Coral under a microscope -> (Slowly trusting,,,)

to himself:

-> In-TOWER arc (note: think any time before the final conversation in the Core. hes on the road to trusting Coral & the other Hanoi but still thinks he'll have to go back to the Toros eventually 😔) -> Please god let me have 1 normal ID -> Embarrassed by [his] Butler & BS [IDs] -> distressed by [his] CoG, R Corp & Capo [IDs]

Black Silence Nanashi

to Coral:

-> sunshine loml ily c'mere & let him pamper u NOW -> in charge of deconditioning N Coral (note: oomf has an AU of Coral as an N Corp Kleinhammer, in my brain since BS Nanashi has his shit together he is also the main person thats trying to reteach N Coral self-love oogh 🥹)

to himself:

-> Post-TOWER t1 arc -> married hubby <3 (note: if it wasnt obvious. Nanashi & Coral take the place of Roland & Angelica in their world. dont worry about how doomed they are by the narrative, theyre both still alive by the time of this ID so they dont have to worry yet <3) -> literally living his best life -> mending heart, knows hes loved & channeling that recovery into malewifing <3

Church of Gears Worshipper

to Coral:

-> indifferent (at first) -> & then sees Coral as "his purpose" devotion (note: Coral would obviously not want this Nanashi to just follow along with everything hes told & not think for himself. and once that point gets thru to COG Nanashi, he expresses his sentiment by calling Coral his purpose & asking to hang out with him 🥹 FDHGD!!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> arc where he also loses the last bit of hope he never knew he had o)-( (note: in this world Nanashi meets Coral & co early n thus tries to run away from the Toros to stay with them, but by the time he gets back to them, they're so messed up by The City in one way or another that seeing them like that pushes him into losing all hope & joining the Church of Gears. so he can finally find Somewhere he won't be actively miserable in anymore. but. well☹️ DFKGJFDG)

4th Pack Reindeer

to Coral:

-> The only ID that allows being pampered back (note: clearly most of these IDs are centered around Nanaco. and we all know how much Nanashi spoils Coral without accepting pay. but maybe this one will allow being cooked some fluffy instant pancakes every so often 🥹) -> Doesnt Take Shit Tho. Get Pampered Idiot. (note: R Corp Nanashi doesnt have the time nor energy to hear Coral's usual polite excuses. as long as Coral allows being pampered, then he Will carry him over his shoulder like a sack of rice so he can bring him to a kitchen & cook him a full course meal :) FGJDGFD!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> Fragile. -> Needs the mutual care from R Coral to stay sane o(-( (note: Coral is part of the Rabbit Team in this world ☹️ between the Hatchery & the usual contracts they get, they both cope by trying to spoil each other in their down time uuu,,,)

Thumb Capo

to Coral:

-> omg hihi haiiiiii (WILL kill/die for Coral :() -> except N Coral o)-( (for now.) (note: usually in Limbus worlds Coral is pretty high up in the social ladder, so Capo Nanashi unfortunately rly rly respects him ☹️ but since in N Corp Kleinhammers are at the bottom. oof ☹️. Capo Nanashi is rly tough on that Coral & sets a bunch of rules on him n that Makes Me Sad ☹️. KJGDF)

to himself:

-> sheep arc (note: thats just what i call Sweetie Sleeps. so yeah this Nanashi is if his Sweetie Sleeps version came true ☹️.) -> coping [with] Toro horrors by accepting it all & enthusiastically enforcing rules o(-(

Brown Family Butler

to Coral:

-> Its just my job to take care of u (malewifes x1000000)

to himself:

-> Pre-Toro arc -> Met his Coral [before] he lost all hope -> No rizz. just an autistic stare & dog-like worship that makes u question ur morality (note: this quote was absolutely stolen cuz i saw it on another oomf's post & it made me laugh. hi Sen oomf. DFKGJDGD)

Roseate Desire

to Coral:

-> sunshine love of my life reason i exist & mender of my heart ily ily ily ily- -> rare Nanashi that WANTS to be pampered (note: once again we know how Nanashi usually feels about being paid back for his work. but this is probably the one Nanashi that just wants to curl up in Coral's lap & hear him say nice things about him DFKGHFD 🥹)

to himself:

-> 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 ♡ -> Deepest desire is just to be valued o(-(

Seven Association Fixer

to Coral:

-> U're gonna forget how to sleep if u keep drinking coffee >:( (makes Coral's regular order right before he walks in) (note: in this world Coral is just a regular at the cafe the Seven runs DFKJDGD)

to himself:

-> Intelligence officer arc -> Rly good at his job, but likes the barista work the most <3 (note: also this Nanashi is the rare Seven fixer that likes coffee. not as much of a freak about the specifics of coffee brewing as Faust is with tea, but he probably enjoys himself a good espresso ^-^ KFDJGD)

Feral Mane

to Coral:

-> big skittish creature that loafs on & scruffs one (1) person (note: imagine him like a big scared lion. except around Coral, who he will drag by the back of his collar like a cat carrying a kitten ^-^ KGFDFG)

to himself:

-> Nanabeast -> Mittelhammer forced into corrosion experiments o(-(

Regret

to Coral:

-> Coworkers probably (note: this is the Nanashi ive thought about the least. imagine Nanashi meeting Coral in the real world while doing Toro work. of course he wouldnt have time to fall in love ☹️ DFJGFD)

to himself:

-> Walpurgis lobcorp ID -> Too busy fighting for his life to be sappy -> Maybe gets eaten by Nothing There idk (note: basically his fate in a lobcorp AU oops. hope Coral enjoys finding out about that 😔 FDKGFD)

Dimension Shredder

to Coral:

-> Very cuddly & touchy (hasnt had sane human contact in forever o(-()

to himself:

-> Guy that made "keep Coral safe" his sole purpose for 7625040532 years (note: to varying success. because by the end of the journey he's either a pile of guts that murders everything Except Coral, or talks to Coral's guts as if hes still alive ☹️ ue.)

in conclusion. good fucking god Nanashi never leaves my brain 🥹 DHDFGDFDG

[starleska]

Yeah I think you pulled me down the Toymaker rabbit hole. My beloved mutual wants to steal his gender and I need to put him on a conveyor belt and rearrange his insides methodically.

Your guide to his German accent was impeccably brilliant, by the way! Your written Toymaker is alive and I hear him speak when I read your writing. That happens very, very rarely.

Would love to see more of him, though you did mention something being in the works in the Archive! :)

hehehe yes!!!!! i love being insane enough about a fictional character to produce my own mavitational field and drag other people down with me!!! welcome to Toymaker brainrot hell 😉💖

god, who doesn't want to steal the Toymaker's gender or open him up to figure out what's wrong with him?? he's that classic slaying combination of 'do i want to be him? do i want to be with him? do i want to run away as far as possible? or do i want to study him like a bug under a microscope?' 😭

awww my gosh thank you so much, you're so sweet!!! 🙈💖 i can't believe my silly little hyperfixation ramblings have gained so much traction and helped lots of folks with their own writing!! i absolutely love analysing and breaking down the way characters speak, and the Toymaker's ridiculous false accents scratch the oft-unused linguistic parts of my brain so well 🥺💖 hearing you say he feels alive is the most wonderful comment a writer could receive!! thank you 😭 oh, yes yes yes!!! don't you worry - i can confirm that Dollface is getting a Chapter 2, which i am very excited about 🥳 i am also working on a super special ultra secret project which i cannot breathe a word about...folks in the Toymaker Discord server i'm now a mod of have been treated to a couple of hints, and will be finding out more in the coming weeks. i'm not alone on this particular project either...it's gonna be very fun when it's finished 🙈💖 but alas, i've said too much!

just, thank you so very much for being so nice to me!!! especially on the day before my birthday...as i turn 26, i am overwhelmed with love and creativity and fantastic vibes. you are wonderful, and i hope you have a magnificent time with your new blorbo 😉

[lelestarmy]

Fallen Flower Chapter 12

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 647}

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As you stood in Jeongin's room, wrapping your scarf around your neck to ward off the crisp morning chill, his tail instinctively wrapped around your waist. You felt a shiver run down your spine, partly due to the sudden intimacy and partly because of the faint mark on your neck, a subtle reminder of the fox's attention the night before.

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, his ears drooping in a sulk as he watched you slip on your shoes. "Can't you just miss your morning class?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, knowing you couldn't afford to skip classes, unlike Jeongin. "No, I have a packed schedule this week," you explained, lightly pecking his cheek before making a swift exit. As you shut the door behind you, you caught Jeongin's low growl, a sound that sent a thrill through your veins.

With a deep breath, you made your way to college, hoping to avoid running into any of the guys. As you walked into your first class, you felt a temporary reprieve from the drama that had unfolded over the weekend.

Later that morning, you headed to the library to gather some materials for an assignment. Unbeknownst to you, three male hybrids – Felix, Han, and Hyunjin – trailed behind, their eyes fixed on you from a distance.

As you turned a corner, you collided with someone, letting out a startled yelp. Your eyes widened in alarm as you took in the sight of Han, his face etched with concern, flanked by Felix and Hyunjin. The sudden jolt sent your ears drooping in embarrassment.

"Ynnie! Where have you been?" Han demanded, his voice tinged with sadness. But before you could respond, Hyunjin and Han's faces contorted in confusion as they caught the scent of a male on you. Hyunjin's eyes went wide, and he let out a thunderous gasp.

"Jeongin!" he exclaimed, the pieces falling into place. You glanced up at Han, whose expression had darkened into betrayal, and your ears drooped further in shame.

Han's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "Y/nnie, why didn't you tell us you were going to be at Jeongin's all weekend?" His face scrunched up adorably, making him look like a mischievous kid trying to solve a puzzle. As he studied your reaction, his gaze intensified, and he couldn't help but notice the deep red flush spreading across your cheeks.

Suddenly, Hyunjin's presence beside Han seemed to amplify the tension, making you feel like you were under a microscope. Han's eyes locked onto yours, his eyebrows quirking upwards in anticipation. "Soo, how was it?" he probed, his ears perked up like a rabbit's, as if he was about to devour every juicy detail you were willing to share about your weekend escapades with Jeongin.

The bell's sudden ring pierced the air, signaling the end of the library session, and you felt a rush of relief wash over you. As you began to pack up your belongings, Han and Hyunjin's faces fell, their curiosity about your weekend getaway with Jeongin left unfulfilled. They reluctantly stood up, their eyes fixed on you with a hint of disappointment, and started heading towards the exit. That's when Felix caught your attention, sending you a sly wink that seemed to say, "I know your secret, and it's safe with me." His lips curled up into a knowing smile as he turned to leave the library with you, his pace casual, but his gesture speaking volumes about the unspoken bond between you two. Before falling into step beside you, and together you made your way out of the library, leaving Han and Hyunjin to wonder what they had missed. The sound of their disappointed sighs and murmurs followed you out into the bustling hallway, where the smell of freshly waxed floors and the chatter of students filled the air.

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[theromanticscrooge]

I became a Jax fan BECAUSE of what more was revealed about his character in episode 2. I'm looking forward to the episode focused exclusively on Jax whump. I want to put that fucked up rabbit's mind under a microscope and study what makes him tick.

I'm writing a character analysis about him. Sorry guys, I need to get this out of my system. I'll get back to my regularly scheduled programming (see pinned) afterwards.

[sillypoweredgiraffe]

rabbit, talking about peter i: why do old people talk?

calliope: to prove they’re still alive.

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calliope is @h0dgep0dgee ‘s i love her sm she’s so cool i want to study cal under a microscope

[voids-call]

whats your favorite fnaf character from each game and why

(this is me asking about blorbos)

YIPPEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!

FNAF 1: Foxy! Silly pirate fox I love him sm. Nothing super of note I just like him.

FNAF 2: Withered Bonnie. Haha you have no face!! Toilet headass, least we can't tell you have no eyebrows anymore...

FNAF 3: SPRINGTRAP!!!!!!!&(&;&;&;&@:&::&&: I love this bitch. Silly silly bastard. Villain moment. I love the fact that the game highlights how dangerous he is, he's not the only threat to you, but he is the only one that can kill you. I love it. SO MUCH.

FNAF 4: I will say Nightmare Foxy, as he's probably the most tolerable (not enjoyable) of the nightmares. Not exclusively of the nightmares though? Springbonnie. Mostly because I despise the nightmares because they SUCK (they scare me to this day), but also because eeeeeeeee murber rabbit.

Sister Location: I'd have to say Funtime Freddy. Honestly it's a hard decision between him and Ft. Foxy. I say Freddy cause he's just.... idk I like him, I guess I just look at him and go "HA. SAME!" Like he's so quick to jump the gun.. Also in my head he's just a silly lil man. So- yeah same.

[SHAKES YOU] Pizza Sim: HOW DO I CHOOSE SEND HELP- UHHHHHHHHHHHH............. UHHHHHHH- CAN I HAVE TWO? IM ANSWERING WITH TWO. Rockstar Foxy, for because silly pirate fox reasons. AND ALSO LEFTY. LEFTY JUST.. LOOK AT HIM. HER? THEM. I DONT KNOW- THE L O R E........ I LOVE LEFTY SM.

Does help wanted even count?.. I'm saying it does: VANESSA. MMMMMMMM L O R E. ALSO FUCK THAT RAT LOOKIN ASS BITCH I HATE HIM.

[SHAKES YOU EVEN HARDER] SECURITY BREACHH: dissolves. I dunno it's hard to pick.. But unsurprisingly I'll say Monty. He's such a fuckin asshole on the surface and then you actually pay attention and it's a whole other story of "oh he's a little fucked up actually". Poor man gets absolutely cucked and honestly he doesn't get enough attention for the character he is.

[EXPLODES] RUIN!: ..Does the rabbit count? Which one? The blue one, of course. MXES is cool and all but I love Glamrock Bonnie. He gets a few lines about him total, but I love that fucker. I don't care how dead he is hES OK IN MY HEART ALRIGHT- actually he's not even dead. He's just immobilized. SOBS. I love this tragic fruity rabbit, he makes me so upset and I'm going to study him under a microscope.

[ramenwithbroccoli]

Hello SPG enjoyer! I was inspired by someone new to a different fandom I was in reaching out to people on Tumblr to get to know them. So now I’m doing something similar since I’m new to SPG!

Have you heard of/listened to the Mechanisms

What is your favorite album/song?

Which bot is your favorite?

What is your favorite photo?

Do you have a fanbot?

If you could go anywhere in kazooland, where would you go?

- @steambot-sparky

hello to you too! it's nice to see a new face round here :)

i've listened to all the mechanisms albums except death to the mechanisms (if i don't hear it the can't die, right?), but i'm a bit lacking in lore. marius and toy soldier are my favourites

all of the songs are wonderful and my favourites change weekly. right now i could recommend "the pulls", "i'll rust with you" and "mecto amore". when it comes to albums, MK III is my favourite - it's the first album of theirs i listened to and no song there is skipped (except "turn back the clock" because i don't always feel like crying. and it makes me weep everytime)

i love all the bots, but my favourite is hatchworth. clearly the guy ever. he has all this talent even tho he locked in a vault with dangerous blue matter fumes for who knows how long, half-broken and all alone. i need to wrap him in a blanket, but also study him under a microscope

my favourite is probably this one, as it shows so many emotions at once. it makes for a great reaction pic

some of the highlights include: the robots looking like they're about to kick your ass, rabbit with walter workers looking badass and delilah morreo chilling on a carousel (because she deserves it!)

i kind of had one? i have an oc that started out in my mind as a part of spg extended universe but quickky developed its own story, being an independent prick it is. if you want to know more, you can check "tales of the black cat" tag on my blog, although the story isn't fleshed out in there yet (I PROMISE I'LL WORK ON THIS)

merveille seems pretty nice. i'd love to see it with my own eyes