#and i want to release myself from this prison /silly

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part four)

Part one, part two, part three

The end of Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren yayyyy I'm sooo excited to have the rest of my brain back!!! IT'S FINALLY OVER (mostly).

A very long and nonsensical string of writing thoughts and notes on it will be posted much later. Also if anyone wants to ask questions I can answer them in the infodump or on discord if you want a more immediate response... I hope you enjoy da finale 👉👈 sorry this is my baby i really love talking about it but it was impossible til now fjdslkjflks

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

That mundane, quiet night had taken a turn for the better. You could barely move a muscle after trying to settle your curious desires for your devilish companion, though they still remained. The books and red string were put back where they belonged before you found yourself cradled in strong arms and curled under silken sheets.

Ren had brought you to rest in bed, arms keeping you securely nestled at their side. His bare chest felt incredibly warm against your cheek. The sound of their heart beat steadily, and you moved your head to hear it better. Mesmerizing, and comforting. 

“I'm… tired? Fatigued?” you muttered aloud. It was so hard to stay awake, your eyes kept fluttering. You’d never been quite so drained before.

He gently held your chin to look at you, smiling all the while. “Why do you think? You’re an absolutely ravenous angel. Were it not for that fatigue, you’d surely still have me pinned on the floor with your head thrown back in—”

“Hey!” you interrupted him. The casual way they said it had you suddenly embarrassed. Being aware of your newfound… ‘ravenous’ side was something else entirely.

“It was a wonderful sight, my love, little angel,” he sang your praises with adoration, ending at a word. That word. The one you didn’t know.

An odd little pet name you were all the more curious about.

“What's that word you keep saying?” you asked and his eyes suddenly widened. “I love all the endearing things you call me, but that one—I can't place it.”

“...Oh, love,” he whispered, muffled as they leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m so sorry. I won't use it anymore.”

“Huh? Is it something bad?” You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you knew well and good they'd never say something cruel to you, let alone call you by a cruel word. Nonsensical as the question was, no other reason came to mind.

“Not at all. It's my favorite word,” his voice was soft, almost heartbroken. “I didn't think you'd forget it so soon… I'll tell you when you're ready, I promise. For now, you only need to rest.”

A simple nod in response on your part. You accepted the answer so easily. There was nothing to worry about anymore. With how exhausted you were from the act, sleep was a natural decision. You could talk in the morning. Or any morning after, you no longer minded. Eventually you'd leave, so what was another few days or weeks?

You settled in and closed your eyes, lulled to sleep by their heartbeat in your ear.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Cold. You woke up cold. Jolted awake from your own nightmare of falling, drowning in the endless clouds that you once walked upon with ease, only to land in the depths of the freezing ocean below you. With a hushed gasp, you sat up in bed.

The devil was asleep right beside you. Pink hair stained with eerie grays from the moon’s glow through the open window, horns so dark they almost blended into the shadows, ghastly inked patterns that crawled from their shoulders down to their hands. 

One of his was laced tightly with yours. 

You trembled as you slowly pried his fingers away, crawled backwards on the bed until you felt nothing under you and almost fell like that cursed dream.

But the same hands you struggled to get away from caught you. You found instant comfort in his touch, despite the disgust that climbed up your back when you woke—where did it come from? Why were you even trying to get away? 

“I've got you, it's alright,” Ren murmured softly. He guided you to stand, wrapping a wrinkled shirt over your naked shoulders along with his arms. You held on as tight as you could. Your fingers were shaking. 

“I need to—I need to go, Ren. Now,” you gasped into his chest. Your entire body was unsteady, vision blurred from tears you weren't capable of shedding. Whatever you were saying didn't make sense in your head. You needed to go… somewhere. You could picture the place—it had sunkissed clouds as far as the eye could see—but did it have a name?

He read your mind, gently offered the word you couldn't think of, “Heaven?”

There. Home. You nodded. 

“You'll only get hurt.”

“I already know I'll have to repent before my god,” you muttered sheepishly and pulled away, clutching the shirt like a cloak. His knowledge was vast as ever, but what did a demon know of heaven’s affairs? 

“No, little angel. If you even make it that far,” they cursed the realms under their breath and followed as you left the room in a sudden hurry. “They'll take whatever is left of your halo and wings.”

You didn't waste any time throwing open the cabin’s door and walking out into the cool night air. Forced to pause at the sight in front of you, you stared; the breathtaking field of flowers was fully blooming. They were finally as high as Ren promised, the tallest with their golden petals proudly on display in the hallowed shape of a halo.

The beauty only helped his words to sink in. Whatever is left of your halo and wings? You turned around, fully expecting him to be right behind you.

You were face to face as you questioned him, a bite of anger held in. “What do you mean?”

Blue eyes that only seemed paler in the night, once full of hatred for heaven, pooled with long lost grief. “You've fallen from their grace,” he said quietly.

“That doesn't happen.” You denied it quickly. Such a thing had never happened in all the histories of heaven, you at least knew that without ever reading those records. If what he said was true, it’d be common knowledge. A warning that all angels would heed.

“It does, because I—”

A bell rang in the darkened night sky above. Ren froze with unknown fear for a split second and hurriedly reached towards you, shouting something. Another bell obscured their voice, then another and another until the number grew to so many your thoughts drowned in their thunder. Someone was calling you home.

Before you even realized it your wings sprouted forth and threw the unbuttoned shirt he'd given you to the wind, bringing a burning anguish so suddenly intense to bloom in the middle of your back that you fell to your knees. Ren immediately kneeled in front of you. The pain and desperation in his voice pulled at your very core, except you couldn't understand a thing. The bells were so loud. You cried out sharply. It may as well have been silence from what little else you could hear. 

A cracking noise managed to cut through the clamor of the bells above. Translucent shards of stained glass dropped from your head and piled themselves in the dirt at your knees. There was so little of it but you recognized the golden shade, illuminated by the fire licking at your shoulders.

The halo that you'd gained once the library's doors had beckoned you. The few pieces that remained of it, anyway.

Your heart stopped, then started anew. A feeling worse than the holy fire that was turning your beloved wings from feathered grace to ash. He was right; you'd fallen long before this night.

A thousand bells began to still, one by one. You could start to hear Ren again, though only a few words were clear.

“...At night… Forgive… Happen… …Never wanted this for you.”

The last feather fell away into nothing, and the burning in your back, along with the bells, died with it. All the heat you could feel was the demon only inches away, his desolate gaze fixed to you.

You blinked, tear stained cheeks now icy from the salted wind blowing across the ocean. Bits and pieces came back as memories.

The simple, towering clouds that decorated the heavens far as the eye could see. A sun that shined brightly, an everlasting sunrise that greeted you no matter the day. The library that once seemed like paradise you were destined to guard for the rest of time. All echoes of the being that was no longer you.

Something was missing. 

“My… that word,” you whispered. He'd told you it was his favorite word. One that you’d forgotten. “... It was mine?”

He smiled as best he could. It didn't reach his eyes. “You remember it.”

“A little.”

“Then... let me say it for you?” he asked and you nodded. They leaned close, the word slowly leaving their lips with reverence, sadness, unwavering love.

Nothing about it sparked as familiar on the surface. But the word once belonged to you, that empty part inside understood it. Fresh tears welled in the corners of your vision. “When did they take it from me?”

Ren gently wiped your cheek as the tears overflowed again. “I don't know.”

“How—it was mine,” you repeated with a sob. You felt the cold seeping through you and huddled into his embrace. Their body felt more warm and inviting than anything around you. There was nothing—no one else you could ever reach out to anymore.

“I’m sorry. We only have eternity together, my love,” he breathed, tucking your head below his chin with a strangled noise. “I'll say it each and every day so you'll never forget it. I don't want to lose your name, either.”

[k-aemi]

kaiser michael ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ handle me however you want.

smut-ish, cum.

divider: kodaswrld

thinking about prisoner!kaiser who got caught by the police.

hes very aggressive, not even the police could handle him his vigorous behavior. to be honest, hes probably the most handsome prisoner you met so far, but you have no time to be thinking of such silly thoughts.

as the warden, you think this is a huge success because youve been trying to capture him for about six months already. just tracking him down was hard enough.

he stands in front of you with cuffs, a blue rose tattoo that trailed from his neck to his left hand, hair, blonde to blue, a red eyeliner that made his eyes sharp and piercings that enhanced his features a lot.

“lets get this over with. all piercings must be removed.” he smirked as you prepared yourself with some gloves.

"gib dein bestes (do your best)." he stuck his tongue out, thats the first piercing. you took it out with ease. taking out the other visible ones, on his ears or eyebrows.

your detector scanning through him, on his body, where it went off where his chest was at. you lift his shirt and damn was he built so well. he can see the way you froze to admire the way his abs fluttered.

you shake your thoughts, seeing another piecing on his nipples. you take both of them off, then seeing another one on his belly button.

"just how many do you have?" you furrowed your eyebrows, scanning through again. so far nothing, until you went down to his lower region. it hit his crotch.

you slowly shift your gaze up at him and all you see is that smirk of his. "alles von dir, schöne (all yours beautiful)." you swear he was teasing you judging by that tone even when you didnt know what he said.

you cleared your throat before crouching down your knees, unbuckling the pants, releasing his pants that displayed his cock, with at least three fucking piercings. seriously, who needs that much!?

and why was he huge even soft? theres no way these german folks were like this. your hand takes hold of his cock, that you can feel stiffening by the second. carefully taking off one from his tip, but you can feel the way his cock twitched under your touched and it made you flinch.

you were slightly irritated but you musnt let that stop you. you removed one. two more to go.

your hand glides upwards a bit for a better leverage. the next piercing a bit thicker, making it hard to try and remove it carefully without harming him.

you grumbled, finally removing it with ease.

"noch einer (one more)." he chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed at his teasing. you can tell he was making fun of you at the position youre in right now despite being the warden.

you exhale a breath. "just one more and then youll lock him up!" you thought to yourself.

your thumb glazes against his tip to remove the final one. his mean red tip was twitching like hell right now, but you didnt bothered. you just needed to get this over with.

you can hear the ragged breaths he let out, it was normal, i mean after touching his most sensitive places, you dont blame him. actually you do, who has this much piercings.

taking out his last one, you finally sigh in relief. but your moments of joy were interrupted with him releasing his sticky white hot lava on you. you yelp from the sudden burst as he lets out little grunts before grinning at the facial he gave you.

"sah zu hübsch aus, ich konnte nicht anders (looked too pretty, i couldn't help myself)." you were so going to give him the worst treatment.

ive been thinking about this so why not write :P

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

[starmocha]

So the preview of the new theme song uses imagery of the guys' myths, including Sylus'. Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne, I think we are all fairly familiar with, but since Sylus is not released yet, there are a lot of speculations about what kind of tragic past he and MC shared. Let's try to break it down. Or make it more confusing. 🫠

Interestingly, before the "tragedy" we see their wrists are bounded together by a red thread.....perhaps....the Red Thread of Fate? As the saying goes, rough paraphrasing on my part: Two lovers, regardless of time, place, and circumstances, are destined to be together, connected by a single red thread. The red thread may twist and tangle, but it may never break.

However, as we can see in the video, Sylus and MC's thread does break, and unlike in the traditional belief, their thread is wrapped around their wrists and not fingers. As the thread breaks, we also see Sylus behind bars. Imprisonment? A crime?

Speaking of wrists, another thing I've noticed with Sylus' trailers is that it involves handcuffs a lot, which seems more significant now in light of this preview.

Especially since we see him also breaking them so easily.

I kind of made a passing joke in the tags of a previous post that Sylus' upcoming chapters carry shades of the Greek myth with Hades and Persephone, but perhaps I may not be too far off?

Just take a look at this wide view of the scene of Sylus and MC separated:

The N109 Zone is shown during the night with a bright red moon, giving a feeling reminiscent of the Underworld ruled by Hades. Note how it looks like Sylus is behind bars, a prison, if you will. In Greek mythology, Hades was tasked with ruling the Underworld, not by his choice, but the wills of others (so in a sense: trapped). Could this mean that perhaps Sylus has no desire to be the leader of Onychinus? Could he be bounded there against his will?

Meanwhile, MC is shown on the side of light. If we compare her to Persephone, she is on the surface world with other people. But from the preview, it looks like she is abducted and taken to the N109 Zone, much like Persephone was abducted and taken to the Underworld to be Hades' bride.

(Brief unserious interlude, because I want to spread my Hades/Persephone agenda:

Sylus is the Hades to MC's Persephone

The dark to her light

He is feared by everyone except her.

He'll let her get away with everything (covering him in silly band-aids, poking him in the side) because he adores her.

If anything happens to her, the world will feel his wrath.

He embodies the feeling of "if anything happens to her, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself."

In short, scary leader is big softie for his wifey and I am willing to die on this hill

OK. End interlude.)

Also, um... 😭

Bringing up the theory that Sylus is trapped? The Beast is trapped in the castle because of the curse by an enchantress. I seriously couldn't get this comparison out of my mind when I saw the dancing scene in the trailer, so it feels appropriate to bring it up here.

Perhaps like the Beast initially, Sylus does display a very dominating and aggressive temperament, but then in his 5* memory, Captivating Flavor, he seems more approachable, so perhaps we will soften him over time?

Now...since Infold had the audacity to drop that trailer while I was writing this, here is another example of them going with the trapped/caged/bounded theory (there is also an image of a bear trap earlier, but I'm at my 10-pic limit, so the cage seems more obvious (and aesthetically pleasing lol)

So could Sylus be trapped in the same way as the Foreseer is trapped within the Tower? But unlike the Foreseer, Sylus is always trying to break free from his chains. Circling back to his myth, could it be that his tie with MC was broken...by him? Perhaps out of a sense of protection? For her sake?

In Beauty and the Beast, the Beast was willing to let Belle go, to be killed by Gaston, to succumb to the curse, all for the sake of Belle's happiness and freedom.

In the myth of Hades and Persephone, Persephone was allowed to leave the Underworld to return to her mother for half a year, but since she ate a few pomegranate seeds, food from the Underworld, she was also bounded to return to the Underworld for the other half to be with her husband. Each year, the cycle returns. Come spring, Hades must let his beloved wife leave him for half a year, and there's nothing he can do to change it.

Bonus Greek myth tidbit: the crow plays a significant part in a myth involving the sun god Apollo, where it acts as a messenger for him. The crow, once white, was burned and turned black, as retribution for telling the truth (revealing an affair) that led to Apollo killing his lover.

So, let's recap real quick the symbolism we have seen. 🤔

Handcuffs: bounded

Bars: imprisonment

Bear trap (couldn't include the pic, but it's there, trust me): caught, trapped

Birdcage: trapped, caged

The crow: a messenger; punished for revealing the truth (so, punishment)

So, gathering my random little thoughts...

Theory 1: Sylus and MC must have been destined lovers in a past life, but due to whatever conflict, Sylus decided to break his bond with her for her protection and accept any punishment that comes with it, which could mean to be ruler of a place he has no desire for, an imprisonment of sort.

Theory 2: Destined lovers, but perhaps a third party interfered out of jealousy or spite. Could Sylus have been caught and framed of a crime and been literally imprisoned, thus forcing him and MC to separate?

Something to this effect, I think, from working with the crumbs I've gathered. It's also almost midnight as of the time of writing this, so my brain is feeling loopy now (also no thanks to that Sylus trailer that popped up while I was writing this 💀)

Anyhoo, make of all of this as you will. My Hades/Persephone agenda will persist.

[prefer-not-2-say]



Story - Friendly Neighbor

I saw your window open and TV on way past normal. I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I know you have your spare key under that rock and use it to check if you’re alright. Not only that, but I’m shocked to discover you naked, but I’m relieved that you’re only passed out and, from the evidence, obviously self-inflicted. I sit there relieved, letting my heartbeat return to normal. I can’t help myself, just being overtaken by your beauty. Not only that, but I smile and pet your hair. You grumble something, and I smile at the silliness of this all. I stroke your back and you sigh deeply.

Evidently, my touch is having an effect. We have been neighbors for years, but I’ve never seen you like this. I knew you enjoyed some things that I never had, but you weren’t an addict by any measure. Feeling your skin, that was having an effect all its own. My stirring, hardening cock was making itself known that he enjoyed the view as well. As I traced your breasts, you shifted. At first, I was alarmed that you may have woken, but you seemed to mumble something and when I went to move my hand you curled in under yourself.

Obviously, not as much passed out now as asleep. The only path to my release now would be between your breasts, something I’d only dreamt of doing before, so I thought I might as well take the scenic route and get my naughty aspersions out of the way.

As I imagined, your breasts were spectacular and soft and your sensitive nipples looked like something out of AI. I was literally drooling. I just about got myself clear, you pulled back, mumbling something about not leaving and calling me Jeremy. You pulled on my hand again but this time locking my hand between your thighs and I swear you giggled. Eyes still tightly closed and mouth slightly agape as when I first walked in. You were unconsciously grinding into my hand and as I tried you free myself I could feel your wetness growing. As I was trying to retain my composure, I could feel you were having the opposite reaction. My quickly thickening cock begged for relief from its prison in my jeans. I didn’t have ill intentions when I released him, but he definitely smelled out your moistening pussy. I was all too confident that it would feel wonderful. Not only that, but I convinced myself I could put in just the tip, that I would have the self-control to not take it further. As went to position myself over I could feel myself weakening already, a couple of strokes max I told myself. But just as I imagined your pussy was magical, I felt my cock stiffen as it melted into your wet, dreamy folds. I swear I heard you coo as you bit your lip, eyes still tightly closed. I breathed out, trying to stop myself from passing out for the pleasure of it all.

Not only that, but I bottomed out and absentmindedly grounded into your love, I couldn’t help myself, and I was already so far in. I repeated the three strokes I told myself I’d limit myself to and began to pull out. That’s when I felt your hand on my ass. “Please, no, not yet…” you slurred. “I… just…” was all I could respond to this awkward moment. “Shhh…,” you responded, evidently enjoying the moment regardless of how we got here. Now, with even debatable consent, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. I leaned in and gave you the fucking I always fantasized I could. You softly moaned my name as I eased my cock back in. Shifting to give me just that little bit more access that you know I wanted. You spoke again in your cute little slur, “did you put on a condom?” “Um, no,” was all I could muster. You giggled a little and sang a little soft made up song that I was going to put a baby in you. I felt my cock stiffen and your pussy clench in response. I began to fuck your dream sickle pussy with vigor now. Your soft coo was growing and lengthening to fill out moans. You were still trying to keep your eyes closed, somewhat a game you were playing with yourself that you weren’t controlling. Something went off in me after her little song, the feeling of fucking a gorgeous little slut that can only sing that you might breed her got me off. I started to look at her less like my cute, wholesome neighbor and now saw her as the drugged up slut hole I was going to put an unabashed baby in. I growled at the thought as I used her body as I wished and flung her around mercilessly. She moaned with each thrust, and I could feel she and I were closing in on cumming. She was losing her game of trying to act as the victim, as my thrusts were now causing her to scream out “fuck” as I bottomed out repeatedly with increased force each time. Smiling to myself knowing how sore she would wake up too.

[veephoenix]

let me worship you | samurai!noah

Summary: She's curious about Noah's skills when it comes to binding prisoners and restraining... her, so she asks him to teach her. Noah is just trying to be a good instructor, considering skills with the rope might be practical for her, but his princess is a minx and her intentions are a bit mischievous.

can be read as a one shot ✨ but it's part of the samurai!noah fic™ (this takes place before the main storyline) pairing: samurai!noah x his princess | words: 3.4k tags & trigger warnings: set in feudal Japan, forbidden love, clandestine rendezvous, references to f/m intercourse (p in v, unprotected), shibari (bondage, rope play), dry humping.

“You wanted me to teach you, and I’m going to teach you properly. You don’t need to be naked for that.” “Are you sure?”

Author's note: Everybody say "thank you, @somebodyels3" because this was her idea. I just turned her 100 words into 3k. I hope everybody learns something from this piece and that we all go to bed knowing how to tie a handcuff knot... for protection purposes, ofc.

Also, i just edited this very quickly because I wanted to share it tonight, so there might be a bunch of typos. Sorry.

It was just an innocent question. 

            A question that spurred from curiosity about his mastery of ropes and his ease in tying intricate knots in mere minutes.

            When I asked Noah to teach me how to perform those knots, I was still lying on the mattress in my grandmother’s village house. It was past midnight, and I had spent the last half-hour at Noah’s mercy, my hands tied while resting on my own stomach as Noah, kneeling between my legs, held my thighs and penetrated me again and again until, with a contained roar, emptied himself, his release coating my skin.

            I hadn’t yet cleaned myself when, somewhat composed, he allowed my feet to touch the softness of the mattress again and approached my side to untie my hands. 

            First, he inquired about my well-being, deftly unwinding the red rope from one wrist and then the other with his fingers. I responded affirmatively after he gave me a concerned look for my intial silence, as I had been captivated by watching him untie me. Then, he gently massaged my wrists. And that’s when I posed the question. 

            “Would you teach me how to tie those knots?”

            He appeared puzzled, but persuasion wasn’t difficult. 

            When he inquired why I wanted to learn and how I thought I could benefit from them, I shrugged, though I managed to coax him with mentions about the value of knowledge in general and how they might be practical in certain situations, perhaps even for my own protection. 

            Before long, he was between my legs with a cotton towel, wearing a silly grin as he cleaned me, his head shaking from side to side. It was as if he knew I was relentless and wouldn’t cease pestering him until I was content. Because I was aware there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me, and sometimes, as selfish as it seemed, I took advantage of that. 

            “It’s also time that I worship you too, isn’t it?”

            At those words, he froze. His gaze traveled from my core to my eyes. I blinked a few times, feigning innocence, as if I hadn’t been begging him just minutes earlier to be rougher with me because he was always so gentle, treating me as if I were made of glass. 

            “It’s getting late,” he said through clenched teeth, reminding me that our time was limited. “Stop tempting me before I cease caring whether your parents notice you’re in your bedroom or not.”

The next time we saw each other was in the small shelter nestled within the forest, a forty minute walk from my father’s estate and the same place where Noah and I had lost our virginity years before. Noah brought along the rope and offered to instruct me, his demeanour serious and determined despite my occassional mischievous smiles.

            The situation struck me as amusing because I had a singular purpose behind it all, yet Noah seemed to be approaching it way too seriously. But then again, that was typical of him, embodying the spirit of the Samurai he was. 

            His katana rested peacefully on the wooden floor beside the bed, never too far away in case he might need it. 

            “Give me your hands. I can’t teach you if I don’t actually tie you up,” he ordered.

            “Well,” I quipped, “can’t we undress? I’m thinking we could have skipped this part much earlier, considering the amount of times you’ve tied me up already, while I was naked.”

            He responded with a raised eyebrow and a reproachful gaze. 

            “You wanted me to teach you, and I’m going to teach you properly. You don’t need to be naked for that,” he asserted.

            “Are you sure?” I teased.

            “Yes,” he affirmed, holding my gaze until he saw my nod of agreement. “Now, be still and pay attention.”

            I did. I set aside the lewd thoughts, presented my wrists to Noah, and focused on how his hands presented the rope to me, then, how his fingers moved slowly to avoid disorienting me from the explanation as they wound around my wrists. 

            “You’re holding the rope like this, with one end in each hand,” he began. “Start by making a loop with the right-hand side of the rope. You want it to be about the size of your opponent’s fist. Then, take the left-hand side of the rope and wrap it around the loop, going underneath and then over the top. Make sure to leave a little bit of slack, understood?”

            I nodded, committing to memory the trajectory of each end of the rope and gripping it firmly. I remained acutely aware of every instance Noah’s fingertips brushed against my skin. 

            “Next, bring the left-hand side of the rope back around and insert it through the loop you just made, going over the top, like this. See? It creates sort of pretzel shape with the rope.”

            “It’s cute,” I commented, just a genuine thought, no mischief intended. 

            “Not as cute as you look when you’re tied up and happily at my mercy,” he replied, causing me to shoot him a scowful glare. 

            He had insisted I pay attention, and now he was interjecting with these comments. 

            With a chuckle, he pecked my nose and continued his instruction. 

            “Now comes the tricky part. Focus. You’ll want to pull on both ends of the rope, okay? Tightening everything up. As you do this,” he demonstrated, “the loop you made at the beginning will start to cinch down, forming a secure knot. Like this.” He paused to ensure it wasn’t too tight on me. I assured him it wasn’t. Only when he was certain he proceeded. “To finish it off, just make sure everything is nice and tight, and you’re done. You’ve got yourself a handcuff knot. It’s great for all sorts of things, not just to tie up a prisoner. It might come in handy if you ever need to secure a weapon, for instance.”

            I mentally reviewed the steps before nodding. I examined the knot that held my wrists together. I made attempt to free myself, a gesture I had repeated many times before to test Noah’s effectiveness and skill with the art of knots, but the knot didn’t budge an inch. 

            “Can you repeat it again, so it’s clearer to me?” I asked.

            “Of course,” he replied. 

            With the same skill but faster, he undid the knot and freed my wrists. He repeated the process of tying me up, once again indicating each step and having me verbally repeat the instructions.

            “It doesn’t seem difficult,” I mentioned.

            “It isn’t,” he confirmed, still seated on his heels in front of me. “It’s one of the easiest knots. You’ll have it mastered in no time once you practice a bit.”

            “Can I start now?”

            “With what?” he inquired, furrowing his brow genuinely. It wasn’t that he was playing dumb. It was that he literally didn’t conveice the idea that I could practive with him, that I could tie him up. 

            “With you,” I said seriously. 

            He chuckled at first, but as my seriousness sank in, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. Why did he always have to be so challenging? He arched an eyebrow at me. 

            “You want to tie me,” he clarified, more to himself than to me. “A Samurai. You want to tie up a Samurai.”

            “For practice,” I emphasized fighting back a smile that threatened to betray my intetions.

            Noah relented with a resigned sigh, muttering to himself that it was a useful skill for me to possess, so why not give it a try. 

            “How will I know if I’m doing it right if I don’t actually try? And if it’s not with you, who else can I possibly practice with? Would you prefer my first attempt to be in a life-or-death scenario?” as I noticed his expression darken at the thought of such a dire situation and the potential danger it posed to me, I knew I had him convinced.  

            “You have a point,” he conceded, though suspicion lingered in his gaze, suggesting he thought I might be enjoying this more than I let on. With some reluctance, he handed me the rope and extended his wrists, positioning them side by side. 

            I shook my head, causing Noah to furrow his brow in confusion. 

            “I should tie them at your back. If I ever find myself in such a situation, I’d likely be behind the enemy, not in front of them.”

            “If you ever find yourself in such a situation, it’ll be because I haven’t been a good enough samurai,” he replied with a hint of self-criticism.

            “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You know I don’t like it when you’re overly critical,” I gently chided. “Please, turn around.”

            “Hm. Only because you’re actually good at being persuasive…”

            He turned around to kneel with his back to me. He crossed his hands behind his back, interlocking his wrists. I flashed a wide smile as I bit my lip now that he couldn’t see me.

            “I’ll let you know if you make a mistake,” he said.

            “How will you know if I’m making a mistake when you’re facing away from me?” 

            “I know the art of knots like the back of my hand. I don’t need to watch to know if you’re doing correctly. “

            “All right…” I murmured, then couldn’t resist making an annoyed face behind his back. 

            “What was that?” he asked.

            “Nothing,” I replied innocently.

            “Don’t tempt me to turn around and tie you up completely; not just your hands—maybe your ankles too.”

            I sighed, pretending. 

            “Will you relax? Drop that Samurai attitude for a moment. Pretend you’re a captured soldier, because that’s what you are.”

            “Not yet.”

            He was fortunate I was deeply enraptured with him. Otherwise, I would have bound his hands and instead of granting him what I had in mind, I would have left him there tied up for hours without further ado. 

            It didn’t take me more than two minutes, a fact that surprised me greatly given it was my first attempt. When Noah tried to pull his wrists apart and the rope held firm, I nodded in approval, tilting my head to the side with a hum of approval and feeling a swell of pride in my chest. 

            However, the expression on Noah’s face —as he strained to look over his shoulder— told a different story.

            He had doubted my capability, and now he found himself bound and at my mercy. 

            “As I was saying, a captured soldier.”

            “Fuck,” he muttered, a compliment hidden in his words. “That’s a damn good knot.”

            “Are you impressed?”

            “Yeah, of course I—“ his words caught in his throat as my lips brushed against his nape. 

            This was the reaction I had been hoping for. 

            In mere moments, Noah would realize my true intention from the start, understanding that he had no choice but to let me take charge for the rest of our short time together that night.

            “You’re mine now,” I concluded. 

            Standing up, I circled around him, eager to witness his bewildered expression. 

            There it was. 

            He attempted to free himself once more, but soon realized the futility of his efforts. Even if he were the most cunning and well-trained samurai in my father’s army, he wouldn’t be able to break free. He had taught me himself, and I had learnt quickly. 

            “Well…” he began, still maintaining a semblance of composure, “I’ve always been yours, haven’t I?” A hint of sweetness and pride danced across his features and echoed in his voice. He never missed an opportunity to say the right things and make me melt. 

            However, the atmosphere shifted in the next few seconds.  

            “You did a good job. Let’s see if you’re as quick untying me.” 

            “No.”

            “What?”

            “I’m going to enjoy this,” I declared.

            When realization hit him, he tried to stand up. 

            Of course, having his hands bound behind his back wasn’t much of an obstacle for him. In any other situation, he would rise and find a way to free himself, using his legs to attack his adversary. 

            But today, there was no enemy in the room. 

            Only his lover.

            He might have been stronger, but I was faster. 

            Before he could fully stand, I guided him back onto his knees and straddled him, the weight of my body keeping him in place. I was certain no other foe had ever put him in such an intimate position. 

            My hands  found their way to his shoulders, and as I smiled down at him —a gesture he didn’t reciprocate as surprise, anger, and perhaps a hint of pleading flashed across his face—, I trailed my fingers along the exposed skin of his neck. 

            “Untie me. Right now,” he demanded. 

            “No,” I repeated softly, my lips tracing a path along his neck. 

            I could sense he was holding his breath.

            “I was wondering…” I began, my words barely grazing him. “If you would tell me more about your tattoos.”

            “What do you want to… know?” he managed to say after I focused on a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear.

            “Hmm. I’m curious about a few things…” I continued, trailing kisses from one side of his neck to the other, moving upward to nibble at his jaw and peck his lips once. “But I don’t remember exactly what I was curious about, so I might have to see them again.”

            With that, I leaned back slightly, my hands stealthily sliping under our bodies until they found the belt of Noah’s black kimono. He muttered my name in warning, but I paid no heed. 

            Letting the ends of the belt fall to the sides, I slid my hands up through the sides of his kimono until I grasped them and slowly moved them aside, revealing Noah’s naked torso underneath—muscles, scars, and secret tattoos.

            I couldn’t help but bite my lip again. 

            As my palm pressed against his chest, I could feel his rapid heartbeat beneath my touch. Beneath my body, I could sense his erection growing. 

            I raised my gaze back to him and I showed him a smirk and a special glint in my eyes, revealing that this had been my intention from the very beginning, and now he had no choice but to surrender to me. 

            “You’re playing a very dangerous game, young lady,” he warned, though his voice was restrained. 

            “Am I?” I questioned, my fingers tracing down the lines of the snake tattooed on his chest. 

            Bending down, I kissed the creature’s head before trailing kisses along his clavicle, then down, and down again, until I found his nipple and touched it with the tip of my tongue. 

            I noticed him close his eyes, a muscle ticking in his jaw, and a vein pulsing in his neck. 

            Taking a long lick at his nipple, I waited for his reaction. 

            With his hands restrained at his back and me straddling him, there wasn’t much he could do. I would do as I pleased for the remainer of the night—touch him, kiss him, adore him, and worship him until my heart was content. 

            So I traced every inch of skin, every scar, and every tattoo without feeling rushed, comitting each of his faults and perfections to memory, adoring them all the same. 

            When I kissed him on the lips, sweet yet seductive, he tried to keep me there by nibbling at my lips. But tonight, he wasn’t in control and he couldn’t deal with the idea. Tonight, he couldn’t halt my movements by seizing my wrists or flipping me over onto the mattress to devour me. 

            He could only let me do.

            And I would do. 

            There was a spot under his clavicle that would hold a love bite for days, a reminder of the promise that my love held. Nobody would see it, but it would be there—a temporary tattoo made not by a needle, but by the suction of his lover’s mouth. 

            As I tended to him, I sensed him trying to find a weakness in the knot, but there was none. That’s what happens when you’re the best at tying knots and you teach your girl, I suppose. I wanted to tell him that, but I couldn’t wait any longer to see how aroused he’d become. 

            Sliding my hands down his chest, I found the bulge in his pants. When my hand pressed against it, palming it and feeling it pulsate beneath, his voice emerged hard and restrained, as if in pain.

            “Don’t.”

            “But where’s the fun, then?” I countered.

            “I swear to the Gods, if you even think…”

            But as he uttered those words, I freed hiscock and watched in awe at how hard it was. 

            “What do you swear to the Gods?” I asked, my eyes locked on his shaft, marveling at its beauty, imagining how warm it would feel in my hand, how wonderful it would feel inside of me…

            His response came out as a low growl, cut off before he had a chance to answer. Shifting my position atop him, I positioned his erection snugly between my legs, tantalizingly close to my core, separated only by the fabric of my own clothing.

            With delicate kisses peppering his jaw, neck, and cheeks, my fingers roamed every inch of his body on display. 

            Not long after, his lips were swollen, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, and his heartbeat quickened. He clenched his teeth, a pained expression crossing his face as he leaned his forehead against my shoulder. 

            “Untie me. I beg you. Let me share this with you. I want— I need to be inside of you.”

            “No.”

            His eyes shot open. 

            My decision was final.  

            “Please.”

            Oh, it was exquisite to hear him beg for a change. 

            “Do you think you can convince me with those beautiful brown eyes? You forget, my lover is…” my lips found their place on his neck once again, “ a Samurai, and he’s been teaching me…” another kiss, “how to be disciplined, resilient, determined, and…” I fought the urge to bite him in temptation, “lethal.” 

            His hips arched instinctively, seeking friction, his hands flexing with the urge to touch me. 

            “Make yourself feel good, then. Please.” There it was again, this time his voice deeper. “For me?”

            “No.”

            He swallowed, realizing this wasn’t going to play out as he desired. Not even a bit. He might as well admit defeat. He was still too proud to do so, though. 

            So, I ground myself against him, a sinful dance, feeling the hardness of his length pressing against me, wondering if I could withstand this much longer before I gave in and untied him, letting him fill me with every inch of his cock. 

            I was on the brink of moaning into his neck, so close to setting him free… But his hips jerked up suddenly, accompanied by a guttural sound, and his head pressed against my shoulder, halting my movements. 

            We fell into silence for a minute or so, his breathing shifting from rapid to slow and steady. His heartbeat beneath my palm was gradually relenting, yet his dick still throbbed under me, slick and wetness seeping through the fabric of my kimono. 

            “Noah,” I spoke, my voice barely a whisper in the confines of the small room we were in, “did you just…?”

            “Do not say anything,” was his reply, stern and cold. 

            Uh-oh. I was in trouble.

            “Untie me right about now,” he demanded, breathless.

            I almost chuckled, amused by the unexpected turn of events. I hadn’t actually contemplated the idea of him coming so hard and fast by just being restrained and having me on top, fully clothed. That hadn’t been my intention, but it was hilarious all the same. 

            However, I knew better than to mention it, especially in that moment. So, I kept it to myself and shifted away from his lap, noticing how his release had stained not only my kimono but his as well, the black fabric now marred with a conspicuous whitish, sticky stain. 

            He noticed it at the same time I did, and I swear I saw fire in his eyes. 

            “Untie me, I said.”

            “Okay,” I replied quietly, moving to his back and kneeling down to undo the knot. “But…” I hesitated, knowing what he needed, but our time together that night was coming to an end. “We don’t have much time,” I acknowledged, finally releasing him. He shook his hands violently, attempting to rid himself of the restraints once and for all.  “I should head back to my father’s ca—”

            “The Shogun can wait,” his resolve was now absolute. 

            And dangerous.

            Before I could react, he was already rising to his feet, his hands reaching out to grab me. 

            “I’m not done with his daughter.”

[vincord]

Borderline Kotoko and why.

(I'm not a psychiatrist, a specialist, or anyone else. Everything that follows is just my own vision of the character as a person with bpd. I like to headcanoning to my favorite characters what I have, especially if I see similarities with their feelings/behavior/relationships. I don't headcanon to the characters and my kins what I don't have myself and what I don't know much about. It's just a hedcanon and you may disagree with it, if you want.)

Since her second MV has been released, I can finally put all my thoughts together and write this post. (thanks to my mutual who told me to post this here. Without her little support, I wouldn't have done it)

I would like to start by saying that it is obvious that Kotoko divides the world into black and white, good and evil, allies and enemies. This is one of the main themes that can be traced throughout Kotoko's narrative. There is no middle ground for her, It's either this or that. This hinders Kotoko in her relationships with others, it hinders her in her relationship with herself and the perception of everything that is happening around her.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by extremes between idealization and devaluation.

During all this time, it has been shown how Kotoko is able to idealize people or just treat them well, but then push them away from her if they do or say something that undermines her trust in them. She takes a defensive position, because an opinion different from hers is equated with a threat and danger.

"Lucky"

Kotoko treats the rescued girl quite well only as long as she doesn't read the news.

_ Kazui

The 1st trial. Question 6.

"Who's the prisoner you have the most interest in?" Kotoko: It's hard to say. As of now, if it's about whose character I can't quite grasp, it'd be Kazui with his strong sense of intellectual curiosity.

The 2nd trial. Timeline (2022/08/05)

Kotoko: ……Mukuhara Kazui. Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to properly serve justice to those who did something unforgivable. I’m currently acting as an agent for our prison guard Es. Don’t get in my way next time. Kazui: Oi oi, don’t be silly, Yuzuriha-chan. There’s no way I could just look away from your outrageous display of violence. Anyway, even disregarding the fact violence against those voted guilty isn’t a part of Milgram’s system, what you’re doing is just acting recklessly based on a broad interpretation. As long as I’m free myself, I’ll stop you. Kotoko: ……what a pointless argument. Hmph. Since Es forgives you, I have no choice but to forgive you myself too. If you to keep to your words, then you’d best do what you can to keep being forgiven. If you’re not, then next time you’ll be one of my targets.

She is interested in him and communicating with him. They really have common topics to talk about and maybe they could even get along. But he does something that she doesn't like and is directed against her and her ideals. Kazui stands up for those whom Kotoko planned to punish, thereby turning her against himself, despite the small number of common themes that seemed to make her a little more loyal to him. This act alone is enough for her to instantly begin to see him as an enemy, not an ally. _

Es

Kotoko's idealization and disillusionment with people are best manifested in her relationship with Es. In the beginning, she offers them cooperation, seeing that Milgram is somewhat similar to what she adheres to, only to push them away when her opinion was not agreed.

The 1st trial. Voice drama.

Kotoko: Some scenes.. you can only see it in a cell. Because you and I are the same, always observing the other prisoners.

Es: Kotoko. A person like you.. What have you planned? Kotoko: Heh. Me, I want to be like you. There's no way I can tolerate sin.

Kotoko: To be honest, I don't know your true intentions. And I don't know whether you are a similar person with similar thoughts. Who knows, maybe it's just my delusion of wishful thinking.

The 2nd trial. Voice drama.

Es: Listen to me. You're wrong. Kotoko: What? We've decided to work together, so i've become your fangs.

Es: That's enough. We have different views on it. I'm not continuing to work with you.

Beginning. They make it clear to her that they disagree with her and consider her wrong.

Es: Kotoko. I will not do what you say. I will determine the way i see both sin and punishment as i want it. It may seem wrong from your point of view. And that's understandable. I'm pretty aware of it.

Kotoko: How ridiculous... It's always like this... All of you weaklings always act like this... All of you enjoy seeing someone getting hurt...

Kotoko: You keep asking for it, but as soon as it happens near you by your own choice, you all start complaining and evading your responsibility... You're always like this... Always such idiots!

Kotoko: You have no power, and yet you make no effort to gain it! You're talking about justice, but it just doesn't make sence! You're invested in people's disasters, yet you take a position of "i have nothing to do with it"! You can't even face your true selves!

Ending. After they disagree with Kotoko, she instantly forgets everything she said before. Now they are no longer similar people with similar interests. Now Es is the exact opposite of that. _

It is also worth recalling that since her birthday in 2022 to birthday in 2023, Kotoko has never contacted any of the other prisoners. She isolated herself from her surroundings for quite a long time, only to then offend them all. She didn't trust any of them before, but now, when she sees that no one agrees with her, she has done everything to build a barrier between them and herself.

Most people with BPD react sharply to rejection, disagreement with them, actions directed against them, and so on, which they can interpret as betrayal and something that threatens their own safety. Sometimes it doesn't matter what a person has done or said. The reaction to this can be strong and vivid. ___

Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

Here I focus only on paranoia and stress. Kotoko doesn't trust anyone, she's always tense and wary. Even in simple conversations with prisoners, she may feel threatened and something directed against herself. Actually, there is already a post that would fit this point and which is a little more detailed. It says more about PTSD, but still.

The 1st trial. Timeline (2020/05/30)

Mahiru: Hey, Kotoko-chan. There’s something that’s really been bugging me, so do you mind if I ask? ……how do you style yourself so well? Have you always dressed like that? But it also looks like something you’d wear for training. Do you play sport? Ah, or maybe some kind of martial arts? Kotoko: ……you really are carefree. Everyone in here is a “murderer” right? Is this really the time to be asking questions like that? Mahiru: Hmm, I guess so. That’s what they said. But nobody here seems particularly scary or anything, right? If I had to pick someone, then maybe you’re the scariest! Ah, wait, do you do like yoga or something? Kotoko: ……I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me or are just an airhead.

The 1st trial. Timeline (2020/07/09)

Kotoko: Kazui, you do martial arts right. ……what type? Judo? Kazui: Ah, my main is…… judo, and kendo. I also know a little bit of karate. You must have some martial arts experience too, right, Yuzuriha-chan? I can tell by looking. Hmm… probably a combat type…… I’m guessing not karate…… is it Taekwondo? Kotoko: ……I’m not telling you. Stop ogling me like that. It’s gross. Kazui: I-isn’t that a bit unfair?

+ Literally this moment.

___

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights) +

Emotional instability in reaction to day-to-day events

or

or

In both of her MVs, from time to time there is a sudden transition to wolves, the red moon and Kotoko's inner world, during which she gives free rein to her emotions. It's like emotional outbursts and outbursts of aggression, the appearance of which you cannot predict, which is why they cause damage both to the one who has them, and, perhaps, to those who are around.

Not that I can say anything about symbolism, I don't think i understand it. But since this is my post and my headcanon, I can interpret what is happening the way I want.

For all its secrecy and unsociability, most of Kotoko's outfits are quite open, compared to the outfit with the red jacket. When she's in this outfit, she's either in her inner world, or with an emotional outburst, or hurting someone. Wearing a hood is an attempt to protect yourself from the outside world and the people around you, to keep all your emotions to yourself, which are already suppressed. Kotoko, with her hood up, is cold and aloof from everyone. She builds a kind of wall between herself and the others. When she removes the hood from her head, she breaks down these walls, allowing a bunch of different emotions to break out and mix.

I would also like to mention how she sounds in her second voice drama and second song. She goes from emotion to emotion and pretty quickly. The way she quickly goes from laughter to intense anger, from intense anger to utter despair and is on the verge of tears, only to then return to anger again, and then suddenly quiet down. ___

Identity disturbance with markedly or persistently unstable self-image or sense of self +

Chronic feelings of emptiness

+

The 1st trial. Question 1

"Just who are you?" Kotoko: Yuzuriha Kotoko. Someone who plans to fight for your sake. Well, that depends on you too, though.

Kotoko doesn't perceive herself as a person, but rather as a tool to achieve a particular goal. Someone who will do the dirty work that others won't do. She has a first name, last name, age, and that's all. Her whole definition goes through her own ideals, which she desperately clings to and clings to. Kotoko's views are radical and in most cases don't imply compromises. She's either a hero or nobody, so she always needs a reason to follow her ideals and do everything according to them.

Otherwise, there will be nothing left of her. ___

What can I say at the end? Well, this is my headcannon and that's it. I could have forgotten something, made a mistake somewhere, or not completed it. It's hard for me to keep track of it.

Kotoko is one of my favorite characters and some of the things related to her evoke a strong response in me, even if these things show the negative side of the personality and cause a pang of guilt/dislike. It's like you're being shown those disadvantages of yours that you're trying to ignore.

I like to think that she crushes a lot of emotions inside herself, trying not to let them escape. I like to think that sometimes she's afraid of herself, and sometimes she's not. Her cooperation with someone is both a feeling of being needed, and avoiding loneliness, and a moment of socialization. But she can't stand it, because any little thing or the wrong word triggers a survival mode in her head, which is why she builds high walls between herself and the environment again.

I have a lot of thoughts about her. I just wanted to pour at least a small part of these thoughts out of my head into a relatively structured post and that's all. Thanks for reading it. I've been carrying it all in my head for quite a long time and I don't want to wait for the release of her answers to the questions, you know...

[pardonmydelays]

best thing(s) that happened this year?

edith, i really love this question! this is going to be long, i hope that's alright!

i spent the first week of january with my family which i really appreciate (my parents are getting old and i don't see them very often so i treasure every second of every meeting) and speaking of family, i feel like my relationship with my mom got much better and healthier this year because we're both actually trying (it's always been complicated but it's getting better. i love her so much so it's very important to me)

i found a new job that i actually like (however, my boss is an asshole and i know i'm not going to stay here for too long) and i've learned a lot here (mostly about myself which i am really grateful for) - i'm going to start looking for a new job in january tho and that makes me feel kinda excited

seeing tick tick boom in a theatre in warsaw was definitely one of the most important things that happened to me this year and this saturday i'm going to see rent (with bel! ❤️) here in kraków, another jonathan larson's musical and both mean so much to me, i feel like it's gonna change me forever

the release of clancy (and everything that happened before, which means twenty one pilots dropping the "i am clancy" video back in february - yes i do remember exactly where i was when i saw it for the first time - and the release of overcompensate and me streaming first singles from clancy before the album came out and i just KNEW that everything was going to change for me, then buying the clancy tour tickets, making that damn powerpoint presentation which got some people interested in their music, making the sahlo folina jacket for me and also bel and helping her buy the ticket for clancy tour so she can go with me and meeting so many amazing people because i joined the clique - coconut sharks! - and and and oh my fucking god i can go on and on about how they saved my fucking life this year i literally want to cry because so many things happened because of those two idiots from ohio this year and i can't even begin to explain how important it all is for me) 😭

the eras tour - now that i look back at it this is all about prison gang for me - making friendship bracelets for you guys, watching livestreams with you on discord, going there with bel (our adventures are always the best jfkebkwk) and it's actually true what she said, we were more excited about seeing you, edith, than taylor 😂 and i think it's safe to say that this was my final moment as a swiftie but it was a beautiful way to end this chapter of my life and i will always have a very special place in my heart for those memories

i've had a lot of ups and downs this year but it was such an important lesson for me - for example i've finally learned that isolating myself is not good for my mental health and actually, talking to my friends make me feel much better (even if we just talk about silly stuff) cause they always make me smile/laugh and i love them so much (this is about both - online and irl friends)

TWENTY ONE PILOTS-

[thegrassmancometh]

This is a poem I've been working on based on Gravity Falls, specifically, its about Bill Cipher.

I hope you enjoy and revel in the weirdness!

---

This is a warning that should never need told,

Of a power malevolent, with chaos to sow.

Shake not his hand, his words do not know,

Reality breaks neath a figure of gold.

Where treachery and desire,

flirt amongst the pines,

He sets the stage,

Within his hallowed eye.

A poor lost soul wandering,

Right where they were led.

A meeting held, a terror unleashed,

Old grudges retread.

This is the deal that should never be struck!

When Desires presented,

Its not about luck!

To win and to gloat is as far as you'll see,

Don't be blinded by greed to his treachery!

But what is a Deal when it is brought to the light?

Is it fame? Is it fortune? Is it an end to your plight?

Or is it a prison, a price to be paid,

As you watch what you once held close slip away

Because a Deal struck in darkness,

When brought to the light,

Reveals the deception,

Misdirection and lies.

Your curiosities corrupted,

The wools over your eyes!

Beware, dear reader,

Trust no one tonight!

-

Ha

Hahaha

AHAHAHAHAHA

Oh man, my ears are burning!

A warning, about little old me?

Well if thats the case,

I'll introduce myself,

And I'll do it,

PROPERLY

-

I know what you want.

I am what you seek.

I am answers discovered.

I am golden mountain peaks.

You know not what I want.

You lack in what I seek.

But what I have, to offer you,

is more than you can dream!

And the cost? Why it's trivial!

You'll barely pay a thing!

So what do ya say?

Just shake my hand,

Ignore those silly screams!

All right, pay attention kid!

This is how it's going to be

I'm going to offer you what you want

And you're going to sign with glee!

And I'll give you your hearts desires,

Right down to the final T!

As you become mine, yes our souls intertwine!

Congrats kid, YOU WORK FOR ME!

HEY BRACES, THANKS FOR THE GIFT

YOU FULFILLED MY PROPHECY

THE NIGHTMARE REALM, RELEASED FROM A RIFT,

ITS TIME FOR EXISTENCE TO BLEED!

YOUR REALITY LIES BROKEN!

THE EARTH BECOMES SKY!

WATCH AS GRAVITY FALLS

TO MY TWISTED DELIGHT

So Sixer and a Pine Tree,

think they can challenge me?

Honestly I'd be impressed,

But man the AUDACITY

Your Shooting Star has fallen!

Your words are ash upon the breeze!

Your circle is now broken,

Through sibling rivalry!

Finally, I've breached your mind!

Your secrets, now mine to seek!

A portal inside,

Your mind's shack,

So divine!

Why hello,

Stan -LEY?

A X O L O T L,

my time has come to burn,

I invoke the ancient power

that I may return!

Im sure we'll meet again

Oh I'm sure we'll meet again

Yes, I'm sure we'll meet again

Some

Sunny

Day

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Silly brains being silly again :3 How would the Dorfs react to a Hylian saving one of their own? Like they've been harboring this Hylian for a while now, prisoner or otherwise, and when they did they saved a Gerudo child or something like that-

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts & Reactions: Wind Waker Ganondorf would be both perplexed and intrigued by the Hylian's actions. His immediate reaction would be a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He'd likely question the motives behind the Hylian’s benevolence, seeing it as a possible manipulation or trick. However, he might also be slightly impressed by the Hylian's bravery, as it could be seen as a form of respect towards his people.

Scene: Ganondorf is pacing in his grand chamber when a trusted advisor enters, breathless. "Lord Ganondorf, we have news. A Hylian, who we've been holding prisoner, has just saved one of our own—a young Gerudo child."

Ganondorf stops, his eyes narrowing. "Saved? A Hylian saving a Gerudo child?" He crosses his arms, frowning deeply. "Why would a Hylian act against their own kind to aid one of ours?"

The advisor shifts nervously. "It appears they saw the child in danger and acted without hesitation. They insisted that they couldn't stand by and do nothing."

A dark smile plays on Ganondorf's lips. "Curious. Perhaps there's more to this Hylian than we thought. Release them from their chains. I want to see this 'hero' for myself."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts & Reactions: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would react with anger and suspicion. His initial response would be to see this as a betrayal or a challenge to his authority. He might view the Hylian’s actions as an insult to his power, seeing it as an undermining of his control over his own people. He'd likely want to interrogate the Hylian to understand their motivations and potentially use their actions to his advantage.

Scene: Ganondorf storms into the dungeon where the Hylian is being held. The guards look up in surprise as he approaches. The Hylian is sitting quietly, a defiant glint in their eyes.

Ganondorf’s voice is a growl. "So, you think yourself a hero for saving one of my people? A mere child no less?"

The Hylian meets his gaze evenly. "I did what I felt was right. No child deserves to suffer."

Ganondorf's expression hardens. "And what of the suffering you’ve caused? This act will not absolve you of your crimes. But perhaps... it reveals something about your character. We shall see."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts & Reactions: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would be deeply conflicted by the Hylian’s actions. On one hand, he would be furious at the audacity of a Hylian interfering in his domain and showing compassion to his people. On the other hand, he might begrudgingly respect the Hylian’s courage and compassion, even if it’s aimed at a child. He might use this situation to reflect on his own grudges and hatred.

Scene: Ganondorf stands in his throne room, brooding over the latest report. His advisor has just informed him of the Hylian’s actions.

"So, this Hylian saved a Gerudo child, you say?" Ganondorf’s tone is heavy with disdain.

"Yes, my lord. They acted with great resolve, despite being our prisoner."

Ganondorf’s eyes narrow, contemplating. "Interesting. This act of... mercy does not change the fact that they are my prisoner. However, it is a reminder that even in this world of darkness, there are those who cling to light."

He turns away, pondering the implications. "We will deal with them according to our laws, but perhaps it is worth understanding what drives such a person."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts & Reactions: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would view the Hylian’s actions with a mix of grudging respect and frustration. He would see it as an unexpected move that challenges his perception of the Hylians. While he would be irritated by the Hylian's interference, he might also recognize it as a strategic move or a sign of the Hylian’s strength and resolve.

Scene: Ganondorf strides into the war room, his presence commanding instant attention. His general reports the latest development.

"This Hylian saved one of our children," the general says. "It seems they acted with bravery and selflessness."

Ganondorf’s eyes narrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So, they possess more than just the strength of an average Hylian. They have courage and perhaps a sense of honor."

He clasps his hands behind his back. "Very well. Keep them under close watch. Their actions might be useful to us, or they might be an irritant. Either way, I will ensure that their fate is carefully considered."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts & Reactions: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would be perplexed and mildly annoyed. He might see the Hylian’s actions as a challenge to his authority and as a complication in his plans. He could also view the Hylian's behavior as a form of manipulation or a strategic ploy. There might be an element of grudging respect for the Hylian’s bravery, but it would be overshadowed by his irritation at the disruption.

Scene: Ganondorf approaches his chambers, where his advisor is waiting with news.

"My lord, the Hylian we’ve captured has just performed an unexpected act of heroism—they saved a Gerudo child from danger."

Ganondorf’s brow furrows. "A Hylian acting against their own kind for the sake of my people? How curious."

He paces thoughtfully. "It seems we have an anomaly here. Such actions are not typical of Hylians, nor do they fit the narrative of their kind. We will need to examine this situation further."

He looks at his advisor with a calculating gaze. "Make sure the Hylian is treated with the necessary respect, but also ensure that they do not become a thorn in our side. We will use this opportunity to learn more about them."

Surprisingly, Chat didn't give me Demise this time around... Which is odd, seeing as Chat loves putting in Demise where he doesnt fit. >_> ... Kinda miss him already.

[lime-sketches114]

Ok here we go... a crossover fic with Doom the Dark Ages and my own fantastical story called Last Pegasus. (It's mostly OCs but a lot of the magic from my world will be present)

It's mostly a "I had an idea and I'm rolling with it" type idea so it's not gonna be perfectly "accurate" but I'll try to stick to the story.

This prologue is mostly in the perspective of my OC Katerina and it's kinda short... Sorry

★★★★★★★

GUARDIAN OF DOOM

Rating: it's doom get the picture

-Prologue-

The first time I saw you, you looked strange in my eyes. A man being dragged into the infirmary like a wounded prisoner. Shaggy hair drooped over your head, covered in gods knows what you were drug through. If only I knew your story more back then from what I know now. An ordinary man turned a babbling mess from the horrors rained upon you. Blind rage consumed your heart for the ones you loved to the planet you cherished. 

No one could feel the pain you felt.

Not even me. So young and naive.

Your eyes clouded and skin clammy and burning from your wounds. My healing hands touched up on your body like a tether to reality. Your hand nearly tore my wrist in two. But you didn't once our eyes met. Like a memory snapped you back, a moment in time where my face reminded you of another. A loved one perhaps? Your breath heaved as your eyes read mine. I reached my hand to your cheek.

“It will be ok, I am a healer” my gentle gaze softened yours as exhaustion released your tense body onto the bed. Tending to the old and new scars of battle I'll never understand.

One day I shall know the weights of burdens and duty upon my own heart. As a Guardian of my people, we share the heavy sword of war and protection. Healer and Slayer. Two sides of a coin splattered in blood, whether it be our own or the ones that fell. Can I count on the odds of each flip?

Day by day, night after night, we grew closer. My family was very lenient with you as well. We all had our own troubles with dangers and tribulations running amok. My father took quite a liking to your fighting style and use of guns. Even as a king, he was down to earth and silly at times but knew when to be serious. Like the alliance with King Novik and the Maykr race. One we’d come to regret on one side.

You rose through the ranks of the Night Sentinels. Even beating my brother in combat after many stalemates with his familiar beast. Even taming a dragon of your own and suiting it up to fit your needs. Growing more and more into the title they nicknamed, Slayer. Deep down I knew you were much more than the killer title. 

Then came the day we lost you to the Maykr race.

I was lonely.

Demon attacks day after day. All night healing soldiers. No sign of you anywhere. I thought you died to the initial attack upon the Sentinel homeland but news of a great slayer fell upon my ears. I wanted to join the fight despite my older sister's wishes. I showed what I was made of and finally saw you.

But you were different.

Eyes nothing like the ones I knew.

Controlled. Tethered to another's leash.

I reached for you. The aura heavy with longing. Hoping for a spark of the man I knew for so little time.

“Flynn…”

Then you were gone in a golden glow like a spirit. My knees and tears heavy with exhaustion and my blood boiling with rage at the vessel above me. Something bubbling up in my soul, my heart, making everything hurt. My magic drained and I teleported back to safety. My armor falls apart like fragile crystals as my magic begins to regenerate.

You were alive as the Slayer.

I promised myself that I will show you what I was made of.

Will it set us free?

[air--so--sweet]

I will probably never properly wrangle the various scraps I have for this fic into anything coherent, and even if I do I don't think this scene quite fits the tone so I doubt it would make it. I enjoyed the silliness of it though, so felt like sharing. Also, I have like zero confidence in my writing these days so challenging myself to post this and not panic delete it like an hour from now

___

Anita stood in the centre of the rug, directly across from where Ben was seated on the sofa, hands on her hips as she eyed him suspiciously. Ben didn't know how to interact with children at the best of times, and, considering he was completely exhausted, he had had an emotional breakdown in front of Klaus and Diego, and he was no long allowed to be by himself in case he passed out again, this definitely was not the best of times.

He let his eyes wander around the room, looking at anything but Anita, and pretending he couldn't feel her eyes boring into him.

'You live with Uncle Klaus?' she said, finally breaking the silence. Ben sighed and finally met her gaze

'Sort of...currently...yes, I guess.' She frowned at him like he was a particularly difficult maths problem she was trying to solve. He decided against explaining that he had recently been released from prison as it probably wasn't conducive to his goal of having this interaction end as soon as humanly possible.

'Are you Uncle Klaus' boyfriend?'

'What?! No!' he blustered.

'Pity.'

'Anita Grace, play nice!' Lila admonished without looking up from where she was setting the table.

'I aaam,' she huffed as she stomped over to her mother. She scowled in a way that Ben thought made her look eerily like Diego. It was a frightening sight to see his face on a five year old. 'And you said Uncle Klaus dates boys as well as girls.'

'He does love, just not this boy.' Anita threw Ben a glance over her shoulder before turning back to Lila.

'Pity,' she said again, putting extra emphasis on the word. Lila tried and failed to surpress a laugh while Ben cursed himself for not going to the boxing gym with Diego and Klaus.

'Trust me, baby,' she said as she straightened a place mat, 'it really isn't.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Ben said, turning in his seat fully so he could look at Lila, forgetting that he wanted no part in this conversation.

'Yeah mommy,' Anita said, hands back on her hips, 'what does that mean?'

Before Lila could reply they heard the click of a key turning in the lock.

'Saved by the bell', she said, winking at him as the door swung open. Anita quickly forgot about her newly forged allyship with Ben, instead choosing to sprint across the room and throw herself bodily at Klaus.

[three-heart-trio]

hey man hows the team pe breakdown going my notifs are a fascinating place rn /lh/silly

going insane is an understatement i need them surgically removed from my brain

"i wanted so badly to achieve this meaningless title that i lost sight of something far more valuable. to him, it didnt matter if i was immortal, because i never had to prove myself in the first place"

FUUUUCKKK MY STUPID LIFE E MAY HAVE BEEN RELEASED FROM HIS PRISON OF IMMORTALITY BUT I JUST GOT ANOTHER LOCK ON MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE PENTACOR!!!!!!!!

im gonna go insane again why are they like this i hate them omg

[poppyseed-cookie]

POLL ABOUT MY AUs PART TWO!

Votes may encourage me to work on them! But it may also fail! I’m doing my best to motivate myself ok!!!

Feel free to ask me about any of my aus I will for sure want to give an answer even if said au is losing

Anyways I swapped one out for another one. Cuz I realized I forgot that AU I had, and the other one (lost the vote lol) is a fanfiction I’m working on, so I’m unsure how to post about it until it’s actually… written… chapter one taking too long 😭

Tea Beasts AU - Matcha succeeds in putting tea seeds in the Beast’s dough so they must obey her! They have horns and leaves now but that’s not important. How can the Beasts manage to do what they want to do when they have to serve this petty green cookie who just wants everyone who doubted her to suffer?

Silver Tree Adventures AU - I listened to amanda the adventurer fan songs for too long. Inspired heavily by ATA, but not really an ATA au. Basically, instead of just being sealed away in some boring old tree, the Beasts are sealed away in some show/game aimed towards children. Elder Faerie is part of it, trying to keep up the illusion which will hopefully prevent them from causing disaster. The lore is still a big WIP, that’s why I should work on it, but I just wanna do silly (angsty) skits

Failbeasts AU - I called this one Beasts Get Released Without Their Soul Jams AU or something last time. Basically, Dark Enchantress frees the Beasts, immediately binding them to their new bodies and snatching their soul jams. Without the soul jams, the beasts have lost their Virtues. This renders most of them useless and also alters their personalities in ways they aren’t very fond of. How will they escape Faerie Prison and convince Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave, Wizard, and Strawberry to help them?

RKAWT AU - AU based on my roleplay but works perfectly fine on its own if you ignore Millennial Tree. Millennial Tree uses a time spell to release the Beasts from the Silver Tree, but as kids, to try to raise them right so their powers can help the world once more. Elder Faerie is very mad about this but sort of HAS to help like it’s his JOB to make sure the Beasts don’t cause trouble. Dark Enchantress finds out and goes “dang I should’ve done that. OH WAIT” and does a similar spell on the Ancients to turn them to kids to raise them to use their powers for evil. Evil Young Ancients vs Good Young Beasts. There are many alternate versions of this au (originally the ancients weren’t involved) but currently we are focused on the version where Blueberry Milk, after his powers grow from becoming a teen, learns the truth, that he and the others used to be much older and evil, same with the ancients but reversed, and turns emo and runs away without explaining. Stay tuned for what happens next.

[darklingichor]

Somewhere Inside, by Laura and Lisa Ling; The World is Bigger Now, by Euna Lee

*This was written about two weeks before the current news about someone crossing the North Korean border broke.*

Awhile back, I watched a Nat Geo documentary about North Korea, where the journalist was Lisa Ling. I found the documentary interesting. I didn't know that she and her sister had written a book about the time that Laura spent in captivity. I was trying to find something to read to put between the entries of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, just so I don’t end up with three weeks straight of writing about the sane books, and I found Somewhere Inside on the random page in Libby.

I find most unknown things to be fascinating and North Korea is no exception. I often find myself thinking, as I do mundane things, that most people, all around the world do the same things, no matter the culture.

I get up in the morning, get dressed and star my day. People all over do variations on the samething

The experience in North Korea is so different from anything I know, but so similar too. Their political system is different, their freedoms much reduced to my western mindset, but there are still people doing the same things we all do.

Connections can still be made.

Somewhere Inside is interesting because the situation the girls found themselves in was so odd. While on a trip to China for a documentary about North Korean defectors, they follow a guide to the frozen river that served as the best crossing. While walking on this river, they briefly cross over into North Korea. Border Gaurds chase down Laura and Euna and drag them into North Korea.

That begins the five month captivity, much of it in the capital city of Pyongyang. During captivity they were subjected to daily interrogations and threatened with long prison sentences, eventually culminating in a trial where both woman were sentenced to 12 years hard labor. This was in part due to the fact that they were coheresed into a confession of wanting to harm the Democatic People's Republic of North Korea.

Eventually, they were released when Bill Clinton was allowed to come and apologize and take them home.

The World is Bigger Now is Euna Lee, the documentary's editor's side of the story. Through most of the captivity, the two woman were held separately. It almost feels as if Euna, originally from South Korea, was treated more harshly, or that could have been her mindset. Laura never thought that they were going to be killed. Euna, however, frequently wondered if they were going to simply kill her.

Somewhere Inside's narritive is split between Laura in her captivity and Lisa doing everything she could in the US, to get her and Euna home.

Both books are inspirational stories Laura and Euna did endure a frightening and traumatizing time in a country whose people are taught that Americans are enemies and want to make their lives worse. During this captivity, both able to make connections with their guards, and their interrogato, and in Laura's case, her interpreter. The young woman who gaurd them like music, and tv, have families, and act silly. Laura's interrogator is a feeling man who doesn't like sending people to prison, and when he feels like he can, is almost brotherly to Laura.

It is important to say, that besides their being held prisoner, and the beating they recived upon being drug nack over the border, (Which I get the feeling was not looked kindly on by people who were tasked to care for them),all the physical hardships that the girls suffer,are suffered by the citizens of the DPRK. The frequent power outages, the cold. They were likely fed better than the average citizen could afford.

This is not to defend the mental torment that was afflicted on to them, its just true.

It shouldn't have happened. They should not have been lead to that area to film, they shouldn't have *asked* to be taken to that area to film, they shouldn't have crossed over, the guards shouldn't have chased them down and they should not have been held. My feeling is that the guide double crossed them.

They showed amazing fortitude during their captivity, even if they, out of fear and not knowing any better, did some not too smart things.

Now, I have to say that what struck me most is the fact that Laura's story in particular shows the amazing privilege of people in the media.

I think that Laura and Euna got out as fast as they did, entirely because of Lisa Ling's connections. Not only did Laura and Euna work for Al Gore's TV network, but Lisa has contacts high up in CNN and other media (Anderson Cooper and Oprah). I mean, shit, she knew someone who knew then sitting President Obama's sister and was able to get a letter to the man himself through that contact.

Now, I don't blame her in the slightest for utilizing those contacts. If it were someone in my family, and I had a way to get the ear of people in the Whitehouse or Hollywood, you better believe I would do it! The point is, if this naive and reckless film crew would have been a group of independent documentarians without connections to the who's who of government and media, would they have been able to get Bill Clinton to fly over there amid nuclear tests and government officials sniping at each other?

I don't know the answer to that, but the cynical side of me has its doubts.

There of course, is a flipside here, if they had. Not been working for a former vice president, and Laura had not been related to someone who was known in North Korea an an enemy, would they have been held held as political bargaining chips? Again, I don't know.

They are interesting books, that made me think.

[thegrassmancometh]

This is a Fan Poem about Bill Cipher from Gravity falls. I was aiming for feeling like something scrawled in the journals. I became hooked with the show the first time i heard the reversed 3 LETTERS BACK from the intro. A previous version of this poem is available on my page if you're curious about the progression.I hope you enjoy, and remember, reality is an illusion BUY GOLD BYE

GHDO ZLWK LW

I pray that this warning never need told,

Of a power malevolent, and the chaos it sows.

Oh, shake not his hand, his words do not know,

Reality breaks neath a figure of Gold.

Here Deception and Desire,

flirt amongst the Pines,

The cosmic grifter sets the stage,

Within his hallowed eye.

A poor lost soul wanders,

Right where it was led.

A meeting held. A deal struck.

Dread rears its ugly head.

This is the deal that should never be struck!

When Desire's presented,

It is not about luck!

Deception is lurking, just under the skin,

Don't play his game, the only way you can win!

Because, what is a Deal when brought to the light?

Is it fame? Is it fortune? An end to your plight?

Or is it a prison, a price to be paid,

As what you cherish is soon stripped away

Because a Deal struck in darkness,

When brought to the light,

Revels in Deception,

Misdirection and Lies.

Your curiosity corrupted,

The wool's over your eyes!

Beware, dear reader,

Trust no one tonight!

-

Ha

Hahaha

AHAHAHAHAHA

Oh man, my ears are burning!

You want to warn THEM,

About little old me?

Well if that's the case,

I'll introduce myself,

And I'll do so,

PROPERLY

Don't listen to some poem,

I've got EXACTLY what you need!

The name's Bill Cipher, kid

Here, have some deer teeth!

Look kid, I know what you want,

Because I am what you seek.

I am all your answers discovered.

I am the Golden Mountain's peaks.

Now, you don't have what I want,

AND you lack in what I need,

But trust me, kid, what I'm offering you?

It's beyond your wildest dream!

And the cost? Why it's trivial!

You'll barely pay a thing!

So what do ya say?

Just shake my hand,

Ignore those silly screams!

---

All right, pay attention kid!

This is how it's going to be!

You shook my hand, this deal is sealed,

Welcome to Eternity!

I gave you your Desires,

Right down to the final T!

As Deception overtook you,

Congrats kid, YOU WORK FOR ME!

HEY BRACES, THANKS FOR THE GIFT

YOU FULFILLED MY PROPHECY

THE NIGHTMARE REALM, RELEASED FROM A RIFT,

TO MAKE EXISTENCE BLEED

I CALL FORTH DECEPTION AND DESIRE

FROM WITHIN THE FORBIDDEN TOMB

I REJECT THIS REALITY

AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN

YOUR IDYLLIC LIVES LIE BROKEN!

WITNESS EARTH BECOMING SKY!

GRAVITY FALLS,

AND SANITY DIES!

So Sixer and a Pine Tree,

think they can challenge me?

Honestly I'd be impressed,

But man the AUDACITY

Your Shooting Star has fallen!

Your books smolder in the breeze!

Your circle is smashed to pieces,

By petty sibling rivalry!

And I know you think you're so clever,

Oh, the angles you have schemed!

I made Time Baby do a lap!

YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME

---

Finally, Ford, you let me in!

Your secrets are mine to seek!

Pristine and intact,

Your mental Mystery Shack,

Why hello,

Stan -LEY?

Sixer, my time has come to burn!

I invoke the ancient power that I may return!

Transform this dwarfish form to what it was before!

Reverse the flow of time, and all I have adored!

A-X-O-L-O-T-L, my time has come to burn!

I'm sure we'll meet again

Yes, I'm sure we'll meet again

Oh, I'm sure we'll meet again

Some

Sunny

Day

[blondthndrninja]

LawNa one-shot involving a proposal and Penguin being the best crewmember ever

“I can’t.”

Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo looked in disbelief at their Captain, “You can’t?!”

“Come on, we’re leaving.” Law said as he adjusted his nodachi and turned around but then a hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned to see it was Penguin who stopped him, “What?”

“Captain...” Penguin shook his head, “Law…you’re not backing out of this.”

Penguin then turned Law fully around and grabbed his shoulders, “Look at me! We’ve known you for how long? Since we met on Swallow Island?”

Law glared back, “Release me, Penguin.”

“No I won’t! You can chop up my body later but I’m not letting you go back to the Tang to marinate in self-pity!” Penguin said, “We all know you were dealt with a shitty hand in life but look! Cora-san’s been avenged! Doflamingo is in prison! And now you have this wonderful opportunity right at your fingertips and you just want to throw it all away!”

“I’m not throwing it away! It’s just not the right time!”

“You think that, but Nami might not! Enough of the excuses! Are you a man or not?”

Law frowned, “She’s a Straw-hat pirate! She belongs with them!”

“But you love her!” then Penguin went silent as the cogs started turning in his head and then he sighed. “I see now.”

His Captain was hopelessly in love and afraid. Afraid that loving her would mean taking her away from the things she treasured most and dragging her down the murky depths devoid of the sunlight that fell on her orange hair in a soft glow.

“Law…I’m sure her crew would be more than happy…well maybe not Black-leg…but everyone else would be fine with it. Especially Straw hat.”

Law grimaced as he thought of how Luffy had recently made him the target of silly pranks involving Nami by either shoving the two in each other’s arms, dragging one of them to sit next to the other, or grabbing their hands in his own and placing them together. Shit, now that he really thought on it, Luffy had given him his blessing in his own quirky way.

“Besides, if Nami comes on the Tang she can help me practice drawing maps!” Bepo gushed.

“Law won’t marry her for that reason idiot!” Shachi scolded.

“Sorry.” Bepo mumbled as he lowered his head.

Law looked at all the members of his crew and pulled out of Penguin’s grip which had loosened before looking down at the simple black box that was in his hand. He looked back up at his men, “Do you think she’ll say yes?”

“I don’t know.” Penguin shrugged, “But you won’t know until you ask her.”

Law regarded the box and then looked up ahead at were the Thousand Sunny was docked. He nodded his head, “Okay then…”

---

The Heart Pirates and Straw hats were gathered together on the beach when suddenly Usopp came running towards the beach and grabbed Luffy before whispering something into his ear. They all watched as Luffy’s face spit into a wide grin, “Shishishi! Really?”

“It’s true! I saw it myself!” Usopp said loudly and then his eyes almost popped out, “Damn! I saw! Oh man Nami’s going to kill me! No Tora-o’s going to kill me! Oh God they’ll both kill me!”

“What the hell are you going on about?” Uni shouted.

“Tora-o proposed to Nami!” Luffy said happily relaying the message Usopp gave him.

“EEEEEHHHHHHHH??!?!?!!”

“What…what did she say?” Bepo asked.

“I said yes.” Everyone looked as a cloud had landed on the beach carrying the couple in question. Law slipped off first before holding out his hand to Nami who took it and slid down as well. The hand that she used to hold his had a gold band on it that shined in the light of the evening sky.