#despite it being uhhhh weird

[lady-protector]

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Kaede had always been good at blending in. Not physically – horns and a tail were hard to hide, as Yugiri had more than proven – but she easily adapted in most other ways. Her body language. Her speech patterns. Her fashion.

Which is how she found herself zipping up the back of a high-necked black shirt, made of a fabric that clung outrageously to every curve of her body. Immediately the prickles of static that had made her scales itch the second she stepped into the damned dome were dispelled, channeled away by the electrope woven into the very clothing she wore. Sighing in relief, she rolled her shoulders and looked into the mirror. A woman who might’ve easily passed for a resident of Solution 9 looked back at her – had there been any auri residents of Alexandria or Tural, at any rate.

The way her mother told it, the ability to assimilate while also remaining distinct was as intrinsic to being raen as the color of their scales, and the main thing that set them apart from their xaela cousins. Kaede wasn’t sure if she believed it went that far, but it was a trait that had served her well her entire life. When everywhere felt strange, in a way, everywhere also felt like home. She had traveled to the ends of the universe, broken bread with peoples from other stars, and they had become as familiar to her as the residents of Sharlayan or Thavnair.

Not even she could get used to the regulators, though. The idea of using souls as currency, disrupting the flow of life in such an artificial way… It made her wonder if this was what Emet-Selch had meant, when he asked her if she knew the state of the reflections. In life, his responsibility had been the protection of the aetherial sea. And having been bequeathed his legacy, Kaede felt honor-bound to do the same.

So of course she had found herself in the Arcadion, with the promise that upon her victory, they would release souls back into the lifestream as her victory prize. It had nothing to do with the thrill of stepping out into the arena, of being able fight at her full strength without the fate of at least one world hanging over her head. Nothing at all to do with rush of adrenaline or the high of hearing the crowds slowly turn in her favor.

Oh, who in the hells was she kidding?

Everyone in Eorzea knew her name, her face. It had been years since she’d been able to step onto the bloodsands as anything less than the Warrior of Light, so far beyond anything Ul’dah had to offer that it would have been unfair to even try. The moment she’d laid eyes on the Arcadion, she’d been itching to go inside. The fate of the imprisoned souls was merely a bonus, the carrot she’d used to convince Marz to serve as her partner.

Why else had she gone to such lengths to choose a suitably Alexandrian outfit, unless to be taken seriously as a competitor? Why else would she set aside her shield and defensive techniques for the acrobatics of the viper, unless to please the crowd? Shrugging into a cropped jacket and lacing her arms into her leather gloves, Kaede tipped her head and looked out the window, into the sea of vivid blue and violet light that was Everkeep.

Solution 9 was beyond strange, but it was giving her a place to display a facet of herself she hadn’t been able to in some time.

And what else was home but a place you felt comfortable enough to be yourself?

[weirdbabs]

what kind of conspiracy theories do you think stephen would've spun if he was suspended from school and during the day he missed johnny's personality did a complete 180 bc of ed, who johnny identified to ollie and rj as one of the kids floating with max

[dilutedbeanibeans]

hello!

do you have any elecman hcs?

hiyo!!!!!!!

yes I do!! not a whole lot tho so bear with me

- out of all the lightbots he has the sharpest and pointiest nose, most of them have rounded noises to resemble dr light (they’re his kids. guys. Guys.

- his singing voice is TERRIBLE he’s only sung to one other person (roll) and he hasn’t since out of embarrassment. he works on his singing voice whenever he has a chance

- (this kind of goes into my dr light making his bots as human as he can hcs) being the 8th bot he has 8 little beauty marks on his face :] (MOST OF THEM ARE HIDDEN BY HIS MASK UNFORTUNATELY

- weirdly allergic to animals, at some point when he had to work with fuse he accidentally inhaled some rabbit hair and did the most viscous sneeze, the power almost went out in the city

- has a pun book stashed somewhere (honestly which robot master doesn’t have stupid puns

[random-lil-illing]

having your friends be obsessed with the same character/media that you are is like a coin because it has pros and cons

the pros are you have someone to talk about said character/media with without having to talk to people you don't know (!! this is good because i have huge anxiety about interacting with strangers)

the cons are that you think your friends will find all your headcanons about that character/media cringe so you rarely talk about them (!! this is bad because i have huge anxiety about being perceived as a mischaracterizer)

[nineinchnailsonchalkboard]

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[starvingnarcissistmusic]

thinking about mal du pays again. you’d think literally writing a whole ass song about it would be enough to cleanse my brain of this creature but no. not even close. still thinking about em. winner of the worlds worst coping mechanism award.

most readings of a post canon mdp are kind of like a moody siffrin-repression detector, which is cool and pretty fun, but my favorite part of mdp in the game was how deeply dreadful its entire encounter was.

i keep imagining a post canon au where mdp follows the gang to bambouche. with siffrin incapacitated by the events of the game, the party slowly realizes something’s following them, but are unable to do anything as it slowly encroaches upon them.

bonnie wakes up in the middle of the night, with a shadow of siffrin motionless at the foot of their bed. it speaks in their voice and tells them that they hate siffrin for letting them die. they don’t know what it’s talking about, but a deep pit opens in their stomach when it speaks. they don’t sleep at all that night, watching the thing standing motionless at their bed, scared it’ll move when they take their eyes off of it.

mirabelle keeps seeing it out there, spiral eyes staring back at her from the woods. until one night she awakes and finds it’s broken into her tent. it keeps grabbing her wrist, driving her hand into its cheek, crying “i can’t wait to never see you again.” in her voice.

isabeau wakes up one night to find it’s crawled into bed with him. and yet, even as it curls up against him, it keeps telling him (or maybe itself?) that he only loves it because it made it love him. he doesn’t really know what to do except try to hold still, and let it spin its wheels until it leaves in the morning.

odile i think would probably be the least affected by mdp. i think the mystery of it would trigger her researcher brain and override most of the horror. i can imagine she’d even go out at night on purpose just to find it. and hey, it finds her! once she gets over the weird voice mimicking thing, she finds it’s pretty docile… at least for now. although, strangely it keeps trying to get her to grab at its collar. the one time she obliged, it went limp like a cat held by the scruff of its neck.

obviously the party is concerned. despite the thing following them being… harmless, mostly, they still can’t shake the feeling that it could be dangerous. when siffrin finally recovers enough to be lucid, they’re terrified that their homesickness has quite literally followed them back onto the road, and even more so that now it’s interacting with their *family* and freaking everyone out. if he even remotely sees it, he panics and passes out.

and like. the whole party knows it’s a sadness, but they’ve literally never seen sadnesses act the way mdp does. and while siffrin is out and unable to explain, it’s up to the party to try and figure out just what the thing following them even wants, if anything at all.

(also had a fun idea that until odile does some research with it, the party doesn’t know what its name is, and so each member has their own little nickname. bonnie calls it the nightmare, mirabelle calls it the shadow, isa calls it the mirror, and odile calls it the specimen because researcher brain)

i have more Thoughts (tm) about this, but for now that’s all I’ll share for the sake of the people who follow me for music wondering why I’m infodumping about a video game lol. Uhhhh listen to my single about it and that’s about it bye

[kenzan-brainrot-mp4]

Hello! The twist ending of PYIH kind of shocked me. 'Twas really foolish of me for thinking that for the entirety of Kiryu's saga, Majima has just that twisted obsession with Kiryu, being a "Mad Dog" and all. I came across your PYIH analysis the other day and it really brought home what they were conveying with the ending.

I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around the premise of PYIH. Is the sole purpose of Majima's "filming/documentary(?)" is to rehearse telling it to Kiryu? Because if it had been, that would be even crazier.

Oh, and at this point, is it even reasonable right now to interpret their relationship as platonic or brotherly? What do you think?

YEAHHHHH imo I think yakuza kenzan yakuza 3 (rooftop scene) is where we first truly starting seeing a glimpse of a deeper dynamic between Majima and Kiryu that goes beyond the "weird twisted obsession" reading, and we see more examples of it later as the series goes on (gestures at yakuza 5 and IW) but moments like those were decently subtle/blink-and-you'll-miss-it (not to mention they lessen in frequency also probably in part to Majima's lessening screentime throughout the series), but pyih's ending really goes out of its way to ensure that you actually Know how deep and genuine Majima's feelings are, which I am both extremely appreciative of and Kinda Crazy about

I think the whole documentary thing is interesting. Given the fact that they went out of their way to get the equipment/crew/etc. for the "film version", I would say that the Majima's retelling of his story at the studio and at Kiryu's bedside serve different purposes, and that him telling the story on set was not specifically for Kiryu (what Majima plans to do with the "film version" I'm not completely sure, but I guess for now we can assume it's just a project Majima wanted to do while getting Majima Construction back off the ground?) I'd say the premise of pyih is both to retell Majima's story as he presents it to the "general audience" And Kiryu, hence why the game starts with one and ends with the other. It's the same story to everyone, for the mostpart, and the main difference between the two 'versions' is How he presents it (to the cameras/the players/main audience he puts on the fuckass pirate costume and the theatrics, to Kiryu he tells it to him straight, without the extra show stuff for the cameras. We can Assume the story he tells to each audience is practically identical, considering that the cutscene of him telling it to us in the beginning of the game and him telling it to KIryu at the end of the game use identical lines (cough cough in the Japanese audio), but his tone of voice between the two are notably very different)

Uhhhh shoot I don't know if any of that made sense 💀 Point is I think Majima telling the story of pyih is, in fact, meant for Everyone, it's just that Kiryu gets a sort of special, more authentically told version of it if you will (After all, Majima could've just shown Kiryu the film when it was finally done, but instead he went out of his way to tell it to him personally)

As for the question of "is kazumaji canon now", WOO boy. First of all I actually lowkey want to thank you for asking that question, I've been wanting to post about it for a while now but kept putting it off lol. I mulled over this exact question quite a bit during the week-or-so long time period that I was writing most of my analysis after finishing the game, and, despite the fact that I myself am very vocal about liking kazumaji in a romantic scenario/context, I would not personally call it canon, and I say it is still absolutely reasonable to interpret them as platonic.

While many of the aspects we see in their relationship (especially on Majima's end) such as obsession, devotion, etc. etc. are often associated with romantic interest (Especially in fandom spaces), I don't think they have to be considered specifically romantic. People who have read through my posts may remember a while back that I did an analysis of The Sun at 36.5 wondering if the song was written with the intent to represent Majima's feelings towards Kiryu (for the record this was incorrect and the meaning behind it goes past the scope of the game) and I was going pretty insane about it lol. That's because, had the song been written with that in mind, it would've meant with almost 100% certainly that they would be, in fact, canon, and that would've been Insane. However, this is not the case, and other than that theory I had there's nothing else in the games that would specifically state that either one has Explicitly Romantic feelings towards the other. Do they have a very deep and complex relationship, the likes of which they don't share with many other characters? Definitely. Is it explicitly romantic? I wouldn't say so

The main example I would like to bring up to argue against it would be minedai (*cough* my second favorite yakuza ship I fucking Love Mine Yoshitaka so much he's one of my favorites). I'll link this amazing post with all the examples but essentially, while minedai and kazumaji share many of the same themes in their relationship/dynamic (again, obsession, devotion, you get the drill (can you tell Majima and Mine are two of my favorite characters yet LOL)) the main difference between them is that, with minedai, it is basically outright said Multiple Times in Multiple Sources outside of even Yakuza 3 itself that Mine loved Daigo, with words used Specifically to convey strong romantic connotations, a choice rgg went out of their way to make every single time they wrote about them together. Kazumaji, on the other hand, does not use these kinds of words to describe each other, whether it be in words coming from Kiryu and Majima themselves, or official relationship charts, descriptions, etc.

Can feelings including romance be heavily implied without needing to be explicitly stated? Absolutely, but with the way rgg tends to Very Obviously and Explicitly state when characters Are romantically interested in each other, and also simply because there is still (imo) plenty of room to read kazumaji as Not romantic, I wouldn't say it's canon. And for the record, I wanna reiterate that this is coming from someone who is personally very enthusiastic about kazumaji as a ship, so I'm trying to be purely objective here, and that is my verdict (Also this is just a random aside, but I really don't agree with the people who are (unironically) labelling Kiryu and Majima's relationship as "queerbaiting". but that's a whole other discussion entirely)

Thank you for shooting an ask !!

[sweetsuitwitch]

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art credits: @notjawaura from Twitter:) and cress to the art link I put in here : @wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw  TAGS : Selfscest sorta? idk dont look into it - switch!jinx- switch!powder- sex toys- scissoring-Slight bondage- rough sex- soft sex

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . Jinx slowly got up from the hard-ass floor in a daze, not even 5 minutes ago she was in her hideout, messing around with runes and stolen hex-tech crystals and now she was in some bright, sunny alleyway which looked so similar to zaun...but healthier and thriving? she wasnt used to such sun and fresh air. "What the fuck?" She mumbled to herself, instinctively grabbing her gun to protect herself in whatever messed up-alternate universe she had tripped into, extremely on edge before she heard the side door of the alley open, she pointe date gun at whoever was there before furrowing her brows in confusion at who it was. "Uhhhh..who are you?" The other girl trailed off, unsure wether to panic or alert vander considering her doppelgänger had a gunpointed right at her. Jinx froze at the uncanny sight. She slowly scanned the person before her, realizing the woman looked almost exactly like her...but taller, fuller and healthier...she was almost jealous. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded, her expression cautious and defensive. "I asked first! You stole my face!" Powder exclaimed, despite being terrified and weirded out, it was odd that they were so similar yet so different, her voice was softer and collected while the other girl's was broken and high-pitched. "You stole mine!" "I was here first!" "Shut up and tell me where I am before I blow your head off." Jinx said snarkily, still holding tightly onto her gun to prove her point as she stepped closer. "zaun? where else?" Powder huffed, motioning over to their sunny surroundings as she looked the other woman up and down, subtly grabbing a shard of glass from the wall. she dints and a chance next to a gun but she had to try, she didnt plan on getting murdered by a ripoff Harley Quinn version of herself. "Yeah, smartass, I know I'm in Zaun. I meant which Zaun, I know damn well my home isnt piltover 2.0" "And put that glass down. You don't wanna do anything you'll regret." Powder sneered but reluctantly threw the shard at the ground, which resulted in jinx lowering the gun which almost gave her a small sense of comfort. Almost. She may have looked similar to her, but they were clearly very different. This girl seemed broken and shellshocked, which made her feel a small sense of pity for her. "Im Powder, okay? calm down...im not gonna hurt you, you might be a fucked-up copy of me but you gotta trust me." That caught jinx off guard, Powder? she was powder! well, used to be anyways. She didn't wanna trauma dump on her clone so she just acted as if she wasnt fighting demons in her head. "Im jinx, stands for jinx. And I'm not a copy, 'kay? I'm still my own person." She said, her tone tinged with sarcasm and an up-beat tone to mock her other self. "Jinx? like, bad luck? who calls themselves that?" Powder snickered, sitting on one of the bigger crates as she tilted her head , it was interesting seeing what she would've turned into if just a few details changed... "Me. I do." Jinx snapped back, clearly not amused by Powder's mockery. She gritted her teeth. "Listen, girly, in my world, 'bad luck' fits me pretty damn well. So you'd better shut your pretty little mouth , because you dont know shit about what ive been through." She took another step forwards, still holding onto her gun. She couldn't bring herself to fully trust this cheerful, carefree version of herself. She was too different from her, almost the complete opposite, she couldnt help but lash out at her, why did she have to get screwed over? why couldnt she have a perfect life?

"you dont have to be so jealous..like yeah I know you look messed up but dont take it out on me just because you like being off the rails." Powder snapped at the comment, she tried to be nice... but this alternate version of her was just pressing all the right buttons. "Oh, yeah, I'm just seething with jealousy here, sweetheart." Jinx sarcastically fired back, rolling her eyes at Powder's comment, she took another step forward, getting into her personal space as she rested the barrel of her gun on her thigh. "You wanna know why I'm ‘off the rails’? Cause life in my Zaun ain't as sunshine and rainbows as it is in yours, Powder." She ridiculed, sure maybe she felt a bit bad scaring herself, powder was weak anyways, she'd always known that. "What? You scared, Powder?" She said, her tone mocking as she took another step closer, closing the distance between them. She could feel the fear radiating off her, which only fueled her determination to intimidate the carefree girl. "C'mon, don't go all soft on me, you were being pretty mouthy just a minute ago."

Powder made a hasty choice and grabbed the gun tightly before throwing the other girl down on the ground, straddling jinx as she shoved the gun away from her and pinned her down.

"Im not scared of you, so stop it!" She hated getting talked down to.

Jinx's eyes widened in surprise as Powder threw her down onto the ground. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her for a moment. She struggled for a couple seconds before realizing she was pinned under the other girl.

She let out a frustrated huff, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked up at Powder, who was now straddling her. She squirmed, trying to break free, but Powder had a firm grip on her.

"Get off me, you little-"

Powder interrupted jinx by shoving a rag from her pocket into her mouth, she didnt know what she was going to do with her alternate self but she certainly couldnt risk getting her found by any of her family...

"be quiet and dont try to kill me."

She huffed, grabbing her wrists and getting up as she dragged her through the alley and into the the last drop, "sorry."

She mumbled , accidentally banging jinx's head on one of the many stairs as she walked up to her room, she was so lucky nobody was there and it was closed, it would be hard to explain her predicament. Jinx let out a muffled groan as she banged her head on one of the stairs, wincing in pain. She tried to swear through the gag, but it came out as a series of incoherent mumbles as she was dragged through the bar...it felt like home, but also strangely empty, she felt like crying but she didnt. Powder closed and locked the door to her room before deciding to tie jinx up to her white vanity, considering she was still armed and dangerous.

"Sweet janna, what am I doing? theres no way this is real, maybe If I just went to sleep she'll disappear and then I can giggle with Mylo and Claggor about the craziest dream over brunch...they already think im odd! it wouldnt matter! "

She talked to herself, pacing up and down her room as she took off her accessories and set them down in one of the drawers of her vanity, while 

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do much else but squirm in her binds and be forced to listen to Powder's rambling, a mixture of annoyance and fascination in her expression. She shook her head as best as she could, trying to regain the other girl's attention.She grunted and mumbled something through the gag, clearly desperate to communicate and get home.

"Sorry, kinda forgot about you, just gimme a few more minutes of silence."

She said, waving the tied-up girl off as she undid her space buns and brushed through the small tangles and went to her closet and picked out some pajamas and lied them out on her bed.

She started to clean up, trying her best to ignore her other self. "Turn awa- err... close your eyes, im gonna change."

She ordered, taking off her top as she replaced it with a black tank top and fuzzy pajama pants, she just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep at this point.

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do anything but listen to Powder's instructions. She grudingly turned her head away, trying to respect the other girl's privacy as best as she could, although she couldn't help but peek at her through the corner of her eye.

Her gaze caught sight of Powder's body, she silently cursed herself for finding the other girl attractive...why wouldnt she? they were basically the same person , totally not weird.

powder looked herself in the mirror for a bit before walking over and reluctantly pulled the gag out of jinx's mouth but didnt untie the ropes, afraid of what she might do.

"there, happy?" "Ecstatic."

Jinx snarked back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She took a deep breath once the gag was removed, feeling immediately relieved. She flexed her jaw, letting out a small sigh.

"You could've at least untied me instead of just ripping out the gag, y'know? My wrists are starting to hurt." she mumbled, leaned her head back as she closed her eyes before she felt the other girls hand son her thighs, the fuck? she was about to protest before realizing the priss was just de-arming her, she let out a few giggles as she took out knives, bombs on her belt, and useless knick-knacks. "What, are you gonna pat me down next? Maybe give me a strip search?" "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Powder scoffed, leaning back on her knees as she set the things aside on the floor and dug through the other pocket, bullets and ammunition, cigarettes, matches and a damn battery, how did this girl have so much space in her pockets? "Jeez, you found my entire arsenal. Satisfied with your lil' search there, baby?" "Can you shut up? like for one second before I gag you again??"

Powder said, she was tempted to see if she was hiding anything dangerous in her top , but she just pinched the bridge of her nose, let it go and just reluctantly started untying her.

Jinx let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes yet again.

"Yeah Yeah, I can shut up. No need for the threat, doll."

She retorted, still trying to maintain her snarky demeanor.

She watched as Powder hesitantly started to untie the ropes, a small sense of anticipation building within her. She couldn't deny that the other girl's soft touch was setting her on edge, making her core ache and she wanted more

"...please, please, please, dont murder me."

Powder mumbled softly, finishing the last knot as she rubbed her eyes and got up, crossing her arms as she looked down at jinx and quickly put all the things she got from jinx in a plastic box for now. "I won't, Jesus lady, so damn paranoid."

Jinx replied, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she stood up, rubbing her wrists, the rope left red marks.

She looked at the box of her things in the plastic box and raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly.

"You planning on keeping me locked up like a disobiedient puppy or something?"

"I dont know what to do with you... or how to send you back to your universe."

Powder sighed, flopping down on the bed with a small recoil as she looked jinx up and down and tried to think, she was smart, why was her mind blank all of a sudden? Jinx noticed the other girl's gaze running over her body and raised an eyebrow.

"You like what you see, sweetheart?"

"You look malnourished."

Powder averted the question, getting up and digging through her snack drawer as she threw a pack of sour candy and trail mix at jinx before sitting down next to her.

Jinx caught the snacks, surprised by Powder's sudden act of kindness.

"Thanks I guess?"

She said, tearing open the pack of sour candy. She popped one in her mouth, a small smile appearing on her face at the sour tang. but the silence was pissing her off a bit, she just loved to chatter, and why not get to know herself a bit more? she sat down not he edge of the bed, surprised by how damn soft it was. "sooo like...whats different in your universe? does gambling exist? brothels? can animals talk? do we have powers?" Powder giggled at all her questions and rested her chin on the plush blankets off her bed, thinking a bit before responding fondly. "Not much, yes those two exist, id never , though. Unfortunately no, and I doubt it." "Damn, what a boring universe, wish I traveled to some super-hero place instead....." "soooo....youd never go to a brothel?" "Seriously?" Powder laughed, raising an eyebrow as she lied back down on the bed, letting her tank top rise up a bit. "Do you go a lot?" "Sparingly."

“Good to know.”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Jinx urged, rolling over to lie next to powder with a michevious smirk. 

"...okay, you first."

Powder said, smiling a bit as she propped herself up on her elbows and tilted her head to the side, curious to see what jinx would ask...considering they were the same person but not exactly.

"Alright, truth or dare, doll?"

Jinx asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.. There was a lot she wanted to know about this cheerful, softer version of herself.

She was curious about everything; her life, her choices, her relationships.  The possibilities of questions were endless, but she decided to start with something simple.

"truth."

Powder responded, shifting a bit closer. The constant pet names were started to heat her up a bit but she pushed it aside and bit down on her lower lip and listened.

"Have you ever, in your entire life, been with someone? Like...intimately?"

"Thats such a juvenile question."

Powder laughed, rolling her eyes before playing with her bracelet a bit out of nervousness, why was she nervous? was it normal to find herself hot?

"No, I havent, now you, truth or dare?"

"Oh, but your reaction to it wasn't very juvenile."

Jinx teased, a small smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back a bit, resting her weight on her hands as she pretended to think about it.

"Dare."

She said, her gaze locking onto Powder's face intently.

"I dare you...to uh...hop on one foot for a minute?"

Powder asked nervously, her voice breaking a bit. She couldnt think of anything better, but once she said it out loud it did sound kind of stupid. which made her feel like banging her head against a wall.

"Ooh, a challenge!"

Jinx said sarcastically, pretending to be impressed by the dare, before realizing that it was a pretty mundane task. She let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes.

"seriously?”

"What do you want me to say? 'take off your top'?"

Powder huffed, raising an eyebrow as she burried her face in her hands and leaned against jinx a bit and avoided eye contact.

"Hell yeah!"

She giggled, her tone playful as she felt Powder lean against her side. She couldn't help but nudge the other girl's side with her elbow in a playful manner.

"Okay fine...I dare you to..go into the bathroom and take one topless selfie with this camera."

powder challenged with a smirk, rolling over to her nightstand and handing jinx the pink and blue camera she had. The newfound boldness she didnt even knew she had made her feel dizzy.

Jinx raised both her eyebrows, surprised and slightly shocked by the sudden boldness coming from such an innocent looking girl.

"Alright, im game."

She teased, a smirk on her face as she took the camera. She got up, stretching her legs before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her properly, she couldnt stop smiling as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her perky tits adorned with rosy pink nipples, and snapped a picture, and another. powder rolled her eyes and just waited for jinx to come back, she could hear the faint click on the camera, which made her stomach drop and the spot between her thighs wet.

"Are you done yet? I said one picture, not a photoshoot."

"Chill, I'm coming."

Jinx said, pulling her shirt back on and stepping out of the bathroom. She couldn't help but chuckle at the impatience in Powder's voice.

"Here, one picture, as requested."

She teased, handing the camera back to Powder and plopping herself back down next to the other girl, leaning against her shoulder "Truth or dare?"

Jinx asked, her hand reaching to pull at a lock of powder's blue hair, it was just too intriguing having such a similar yet so different version of herself right here next to her...did they share the same limits? taste? "..dare."

Powder said softly, shoving jinx hand away with a small smile, she was feeling brave and slightly horny. but she managed to hide that pretty well and turned to lie on her back. "do you own a vibrator?" "wha- thats not a dare-" "answer." "...yeah." "great! I dare you to use it over your pants for 20 seconds on the highest setting." Powder let her jaw drop a bit, but the daring gaze in those magenta pink eyes made her relent after a few seconds of silence, despite the idea being arousing, she felt shy exposing herself to....herself. She shakily reached for the pink wand she had strategically hidden in her nightstand drawer, lying back down on the bed nervously , while jinx was beaming with excitement, fuck her. "go on, dont be shy." Jinx urged, seated in place as if she was watching a polo match while powder shut her eyes and braced herself as she brought the buzzing tip to her clothed pussy, instinctively jerking away with a loud whimper, she coudlnt help it, but jinx held her in place with a smile. "attagirl, cmon, you can do it, just 30 seconds...can you do that f'me baby?" Powder just nodded and used her free hand to hold onto jinx's as she let her mouth fall open a bit, even though her pants she knew jinx could hear the slick oozing noises coming from her pussy, which was just so damn embarrassing, why her? those 30 seconds past tortuously as she rolled her hips like a cat in heat, spread her legs wider and held onto jinx's forearm the whole time, while she just watched and bit down on her lower lip. eventually it ended and powder nearly came, but jinx as there to turn off the toy and set it aside, giggling like a nerd. "wait no..." Powder weakly said, subtly reaching her hand down her fuzzy pants to curiously see how wet she was, two fingers spreading her puffy folds open..and damn was it a waterfall, she was half pissed at jinx for ending her pleasure so quickly. "Nuh uh uh...we gotta finish playing the game first." "But.." "nope." "fuck! truth or dare?" "dare." "I dare you to fuck me! please!" powder exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears as she tried to wiggle out of her pants and rub herself. "Awh...your gonna make feel bad, pow-pow." Jinx taunted before shoving her lips against hers as she trailed her hands all over her waist, she was so soft, and way more blessed in the chest area. She slid her cold hands under powders top, carelessly taking it off before humming in contentment when she saw that she wasnt wearing a bra, she knew her eyes weren't tricking her when she noticed a bit more bounce than usual. Powder was a whimpering mess, the ache and pressure on her pussy was too much for her to handle, she needed release now! but the rough fondling of her tits felt good so she just arched her back and put on a show for jinx, her own hands shakily trying to take off the crop-top jinx always wore, and she obliged, throwing it aside somewhere as she pressed their breasts together, not breaking the kiss once despite the fact that she was nearly drooling and making a mess of powder. She got so caught up in the kiss and rubbing their nipples she forgot about the vibrator, she only got reminded when powder started to buck her hips up and whine, god, she sounded so pretty like this. Jinx nearly ripped off her pants along with powders as she reached for the wand and rubbed it along her own soaked lips, letting a soft sigh escape her as she turned it on and placed it between them as she tangled their legs together and placed her searing hot cunt against powders, obscene squelching coming from the both of them as jinx started to mindlessly hump her, her finger slipping and turning the setting on at highest, jinx didn't care, she needed to cum all over powder. But powder was moaning loudly and squirming, the fast pace too much for her to handle, her pussy spasming and her hole clenching on nothing as she gripped onto the sheets and shut her eyes. "J-Jinx I cant...I-its too-" "cmon baby, I know you can do it, I know you like being fucked like whore...just a bit more?"

Jinx interrupted , groaning and rutting her hips back and forth as she furrowed her brows in concentration, her tits jiggling with every move she made, it was just so fun to break such a sweet, naive version of herself, her train of thought was broken when powder wailed as she reached her climax, her back arching as she squirted and convulsed, but the vibrations just kept on going, and jinx's cunt just kept on sliding up and down her folds, she was overstimulated and it was in that grey area between pain and pleasure, it hurt so good, she could only babble pleas, except she didnt know if she was pleading for more or for her to stop. It didnt take jinx long before she mewled and gushed her fluids from her pussy, she turned off the vibrator and just fell on top of powder for a minute, the two girls panting and quivering. "f-fuck, you did so good." "Im not done with you yet..." Powder said, letting her cunt rest for a bit before she smiled and got up a bit, her hands going up to jinx's tits, softly grabbing and rolling her fingertips in circles against her rock-hard nipples. "I think you liked being tied up earlier, is that right?" "How'd you know?" A few minutes later, and jinx was tied up on the best post, stuffed full with an 8-inch purple dildo and a bullet vibrator buzzing on a low setting on her clit while powder continued the damn truth or dare game....of course the girl just had to use her words against her. she thought powder was joking but apparently not, her other self was kinky as shit, raising the vibration everytime she gave a 'good' answer. "truth or dare?" "truth..." "Where is the riskiest place you’ve ever masturbated?" "...my lab w-while I was waiting for some chemicals to develop-" her answer was cut off when suddenly the vibrations raised higher and after a few minutes of their little game she squealed and came hard around the dildo, which powder leaned down and eagerly lapped up, the soft pink muscle rubbing her flesh up and down as she struggled against the restrained and spread her legs wide, it was a pornographic scene, her hole stretched wide, lips pink and swollen, and her clit having a heartbeat of its own at this point. She was utterly thoughtless, she didnt even realize her restraints being untied as she was flipped onto her stomach and spread open once again, her abs flexing as a new , bigger dildo was inserted by powder and she was once again being bounced up and down on it...her mouth open , droll sliding down the corners of her lips while powder comforted her, entranced by the way her lips stretched around it (visual if you want) she was surprised powder wasnt the one on shimmer because they spent at least 3 hours going at it.

[h0ll0wt0wn]

The Following takes place some time during those that don't see it

Lazari is not in this.

Good luck

Through Hollow Heart and Crimson eyes

Through crumpled lungs and fading lies

The trees will tower, the shadow will follow

And all it grants is a chance to wallow

You know that you can never stop

If you ever do, it will snatch you up

But the dark was always a quiet plane

If it caught you here, could you bear the pain?

But I promise you that up ahead

A house, a hill, a tower, a bed

A talk, a teacher, a comrade, a friend

Not the end of the forest, but a dim lit den

I promise you not a life without fear

Nor a cure to yourself or the dream you hold dear

but a moment in time where the branches can clear

Let's wander together

Keep Going. I'm Here.

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ENTRY RED: WHERE IN THE WORLD

A Hollowtown/Redredhat crossover comic

Likely canon to neither story

unless...

Redredhat by @vluisasantiago

It's always 8 pages...

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So for those of you who only follow me for creepypasta content and stuffs you might be confused. Uhhhh Redredhat is my like second favorite Slenderverse series (First being Marble Hornets) of all time. It has been a massive inspiration to me and was a big part of how I was able to stay motivated to create Hollowtown.

Sometimes there's art out there that makes other artists wanna just like... create. So I was super hyped in that one entry where she got to feature all the... actually just watch Redredhat the whole thing is on youtube for free

And that inspired me to wanna create a crossover with hollowtown. I know that I do more creepypasta than Slenderverse but like... we both share custody over slenderman... yeah? I can do this... totally

I really really really really wanted to.

I dipped into a few crossovers before with my Laziverse posts and Hollows Obscured

@frutigerangel and @arkstray WATCH REDREDHAT IT'S SUPER GOOD I SWEAR

but seeing as Redredhat is part of the all inviting slenderverse, a barely cohesive multiverse of creativity, I wanted to try creating a more... plausible type of crossover between the two since it could potentially be canon. it's be a little weird to see a drawn version of Carmen interacting with a little demon girl or... Jeffrey

So I decided to feature an OC in this story. One that is very VERY important to the grand of Lazari's story, so people who only follow me for Lazari and creepypasta don't go passing this one up. This is one of the more important things I made regarding Hollowtown

This was also me testing the waters for how I want Hollowtown to look. You could technically call this the first entry in the series.

Think of this like a sneak peak as to what the full series will be like. The obscure creepypasta and slenderverse references, the visuals, the formatting, the art style, the themes, the tidbit of worldbuilding,

Despite not having Lazari in this, this is by far the most Hollowtown thing I've posted so far

And that's important

because Hollowtown won't just be an IEPFB reboot

that's just the keel of this massive behemoth of a story

It's going to include elements from all manner of creepypasta, slenderverse, and even some analog horror in this.

Hollowtown is coming soon guys. The first entries should be out no later than June 30th

[pearlzier]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀from the inbox / ok kjnda self insert bc work is gonna kill mr but 18 y/o dean winchester pining after the loser/shy girl (reader) in class and goes to buy condoms before one of the hangouts/dates and sees them behind the counter (they work there) and have to cash him out. like reader is thinking that they were lowkey dating and didnt think anything was gonna happen so theyre like "hey whwt the hell man" until he has to be like "uhhhh they were supposed to be for us"

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀warnings / loser!fem/afab!reader, smut, public sex kinda. they're in the back of a convenience store (real classy), virgin!reader, p in v, reader is wearing jean skirt, off the shoulder sweater, knee high socks and converse, THEY USED A CONDOM so proud, fingering

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀author's notes / cringefail loser shy reader is so me + thank u to 💌 anon ilysm :3

YOU AND DEAN ARE PRETTY MUCH OPPOSITES. like, on the surface. dean is consider the absolute hottie mchotson of your class. girls would do fucking anything for him. all because he has pretty green eyes and a nice face and smooth voice and what the fuck—he's just the total package. it's not like he's a stupid jock or anything either, kid's pretty smart considering the fact he's been through more schools, towns and guns than one could count. despite being 'the new kid', he acts like he's been in the same class with everyone for the past.. forever.

which he hasn't.

but you have. you've been in the same grade as all of the kids in your class, the same elementary, middle, now, and most of them still can't remember your name. it would suck if you weren't used to it. you kept to yourself anyway, not really wanting to interact with the superifical people who populated your grade. having been given the title of a loser, you had taken it in stride and worn it likr a badge of honour. literally, who cared if everyone you saw for like the majority of your life thought you were weird.

a big issue though—dean really fucking likes you.

much to the absolute horror, mortification, whatever words would describe a hatred for the fact that dean had eyes for you, of your peers. the guy who was considered an absolute bombshell by near damn everyone in the vicinity was pining for you. you. like, even you thought it was a stupid joke, like the ones guys play to make their friends like them but really aren't funny whatsoever—but no, he really did like you.

his confession of the fact that he really does like you literally went like this:

"i like you," he told you. it had all started because he kept staring at you and you thought that was freaky and weird, but it also made you feel nice which was freaky and weird in its own right. you'd confronted him about it, in a movement of misplaced courage, and that was his response.

"what—" you thought it would've been some like—just, not this. not the fact he had the hots for you, because damn. it was no secret dean was hot as fuck, but, you never would've thought.. you—loser. him? bombshell. "you like me?"

he looked at you funny, but nodded. "yeah?"

the conversation was far too questioning than statement filled. it was more like who could ask the most questions in a minute. "oh," you said simply, displaying how inept at social interaction you are. was that what you were supposed to say when someone told you that they like you? probably not. but it simply fueled his attraction to you. "i mean, i like you too."

"you like me?" his words mirrored your own previously and you nod dumbly, blinking slowly for a moment as he processed your words. "cool," he says, simply. then he asks, "wanna go to the diner?" to which you swiftly agreed.

so the two of you would hang out often. it was like, a date, kind of. you considered it dating, what you two are doing. and dean does too, both of you are dating, in a relationship. you're his girlfriend, he's your boyfriend. but nothing had happened between you in terms of.. intimacy. you'd kissed a few times, cuddled at your place since his place was a so called 'no go zone' . and did all sorts of couply things. he'd recently taken you to a themepark and after doing all the sweet lovey dovey things you'd proceeded to throw up in a bush. you preferred getting to cuddle and watch a movie with him afterwards anyway.

you didn't think much of dean calling you the night prior to ask if he could come over the next day, wanting to visit you. "can i come over tomorrow?" he asked, voice low with sleep as he shifted in bed, the shifting of fabrics and pillows being heard over the landline.

"you're asking like i'd say no," was your retort, literally immediate. a chuckle bubbled from dean and he rolled his eyes at your sassy behaviour, "damn, alright, sweetheart, i'll see you tomorrow then." and the call ended. things between you and dean didn't have to be long winded, seeing as the two of you were so blunt in nature anyway. you went to bed happy knowing your boyfriend was gonna hang with you the next day.

unfortunately, a dearly beloved thing called work existed, and you had a shift to finish up before the bliss of being with dean hit you like a tsunami. your beloved place of work is a convenience store which so happens to be frequented by the majority of people who go to your school. thank god for a lack of uniform, you got to wear whatever you wanted as you dished out cigarettes and candy to someone who definitely wasn't old enough to buy the former. hey, you had a living to earn.

you're zoned out like crazy as some music plays in your headphones, no one having come up to the front to cash out anything they wanted in a while. faintly aware of the front door opening, hearing the bell chime, you simply wait for someone to come up to you rather than seek more work. you really don't get paid enough to do more than the bare minimum of cashing people out. soon, a figure appears infront of you and you process that first rather than the items being placed down on the counter. "dean!" your voice is excited, maybe you could go straight back to yours with him rather than trudge home on your own as you usually do.

"hey—" he looks like he'd been taken off guard by your presence. he blinks slowly, glancing down in a comically slow fashion and so your gaze follows his and you narrow your eyes for a moment. condoms. you look back ip and find his cheeks flushed, and the slightly irrational part of you jumps to the immediate thought that those condoms were in fact for some other chick.

"hey, what the fuck, dude," you frown, but you don't really want to jump to conclusions. a part of your mind thinks you should've expected this from a guy like dean but he seems so genuinely innocent and confused that you don't voice that thought and simply look at him expectantly with a narrowed gaze.

"it's not like that, it's—" dean doesn't know how to get what he means across without sounding weird which ends up having him sound like an absolute douchebag. he stares at you for a moment with those green eyes and he goes to speak, but you beat him to it.

"i know i'm not.. that cool, but what the hell, man—"

now he cuts you off, with an, "uhhhh, it was for us," which immediately shuts you the fuck up. you blink, staring at him, and he continues, "like, i know we haven't done anything.. but uh, i wanted to see—if we did, i wanted to be prepared, y'know, sweetheart? i sound insane, shit."

"no, you don't, that's actually really sweet," you mumble, embarassed that you'd jumped to conclusions so quickly. a soft smile adorns dean's lips and he leans against the counter, catching your attention with a little look. "so do i get these condoms for free, considering my reasons for purchase?"

"shut the fuck up," you grumble, unclipping your name tag as you'd decided to go on a self-proclaimed break. you wander around the counter and flip the sign on the door to the one with horribly scrawled—'gone 4 lunch, be back or something'—before you hear dean muse, "guess that's a yes then." he thinks you look adorable in your jean skirt and off the shoulder sweater—not to forget the knee highs and converse.

"you're not mad at me, are you?" dean decides to ask as he pockets the now free condoms, making his way over to you whilst you head into the backroom. his eyes flutter around for a moment before he sits himself down on a box, taking you in for a moment before he glances away, finding himself noticing a lot more than he usually does.

"no, m'not mad," your head shakes as you slide your headphones into your backpack, and the test of the stuff you'd brought with you to work to pass the time. you're about to speak about how dean's unusually quiet when you feel him behind you, his hands sliding to your hips gently. he gently sways you, and a laugh bubbles from your throat, "what are you doing?"

"trying to uhm.." he doesn't actually know, and he scratches the back of his head for a minute before he twirls you around into his body and a boyish grin adorns his handsome features. "seduce you," seduce you? nice going dean.

"seduce me, huh? real smooth," dean didn't want to scare you or like frighten you or anything but.. he wanted to go a little further than the simple kisses and cuddles the two of you were so prone to. it's almost like you can tell he's thinking this, but maybe that's because he's so close and you can feel his jeans start to tent a little bit at the front against your thighs. "are we gonna—"

"only if you want to," dean had been with a few girls in the past, but he never felt the way he feels about you towards them. you'd had partners before but you'd never been physical with anyone in your life. the most you'd done is kiss, and the most you'd done with dean is kiss too. "if it's okay with you, i don't wanna make you unco—"

you shut him up by pressing your lips to his, which dean graciously accepts, and returns the kiss. his hands slide over the curve of your thigh as he tugs you closer to him, his plush lips parting with a soft breath and to slip his tongue into your mouth. this isn't new for you guys, the whole kissing thing, but it feels charged differently. "always feel so good," he breaths gently into your mouth, grasping tightly at you.

the two of you pull apart for a moment. there's a moment of quiet between the two of you before dean grasps at your thighs and lifts you onto the couch. it's got questionable stains on it, and most likely isn't the dream place to lose your virginity on but with dean? it is a dream. it really does. "you touched yourself before?"

you practically splutter at the question, lashes fluttering at it. you nod meekly for a moment though, chest rising and falling in gentle breaths. your weight shifts on the couch and you mumble, "yeah, i have," he seems pleased with this fact, as he mutters, "makes my job easier."

"just relax for me," he says softly, pushing you back. he runs his eyes over your figure for a moment, taking you in before he starts hiking up your skirt. "you feelin' good still? okay?" he asks gently, wanting to know whether you're still comfortable with what he's doing.

"m'good, m'okay," you affirm, feeling a twitch in your thigh with his fingers brushing your soft skin. he's hiking your skirt up your thighs, bunching it up around your waist before he meets your gaze again. swallowing hard, your chest rises and falls in gentle breaths. "just.. feels different."

"good different?" dean cocks a brow as he meets your gaze, fingers curling into the side of your panties before he slid them down your thighs. a soft smirk plays on his lips, and he coos gently at the sight of your puffy, wet count without fabric covering it. he swallows hard, not wanting to get ahead of himself but practically straining against his jeans with every look at you he gets. it's not fair on his heart nor his dick.

you flinch a little at the cold air hitting your pussy, "what? yeah, yeah, good different," your words are mumbled out, mind a little fuzzy from his fingers brushing up over your inner thigh. you meet his gaze, swallowing thickly. "good different."

"good," dean says quietly, blue eyes fluttering over you for a moment before he runs his fingers through your folds gently, a soft groan slipping past his lips at the wet sounds made by the action. you squirm beneath his touch, eyes meeting his once more. he starts once more, "gotta get you ready for me, okay? don't want it to hurt. gotta get you nice 'n' ready," he explains what hes doing, thumb sliding to your clit to apply gentle pressured circles. "is that good? d'you like that?"

judging by the pretty sounds coming from you, you like it a lot. "feels.. uhm," you don't know how to describe it since it's so different. "really good," dean laughs at your words with a little shake of his head.

"just good, huh?" dean muses, "think i can do better than that," he circles his thumb over your clit in a tight circle once more before his fingers glide over your soaked entrance. he runs his free hand through his hair for a moment before he pushes his fingers slowly inside your hole, watching the way you let out a soft sound instinctively at the intrusion. dean seeks your hand at that moment, his fingers interlacing with yours so he can hold your hand tight.

returning the grip, you hold onto his hand tight with a shaky breath. your free hand cradles his hand as your fingers interlace with his own, and you bring it close to your chest for a second. "holy shit," his fingers are bigger than your own, fill you a little more than your own and just.. feel better than rubbing one out. honestly, you're glad this isn't like the most romantic thing ever because you probably would've started bawling your damn eyes out. because he was being so sweet.

"you like that?" dean asks gently, coaxing his fingers further within you before they go as far as he can push them. you're so tight around him, he has to wait a little before he can slip them back again. he repeats the motion a few times to fight against your warm resistance before he gains a gentle rhythm, "this good? still feels good?

you were almost getting annoyed with him asking if it felt okay because he knew damn well it did, but it meant a lot that he was caring so much for your wellbeing even when he really just wanted to get inside you. "still feels good," you affirm with a gentle squeeze of his hand, and dean smiles softly, nodding. he tugs you closer, pumping his fingers into your wet hole fervently. seeing the way your legs tremble, he decides to rub tight circles on your clit in the process of thrusting his fingers. he meets your gaze, and he nods, "i got you."

borderline overwhelmed, your grip tightens hard on his hand. but dean can take it, so he simply brings you closer, continuing his motions. "dean—" your words are practically a whine, eyes darting away for a second, almost embarassed that you're coming so early. but you're sensitive and have never felt this good in your life, so within seconds, your thighs are trembling around his hand, a building pressure in your abdomen growing.

"close, huh?" he asks gently, feeling how your walls tighten around his fingers. he keeps up the pace, even increasing it to get you over the edge. you whimper shakily, crying out as your climax hits you like a damn wave. you pant, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. dean's quiet for a moment, taking you in, in all your blissed out state. a soft, breathy chuckle slipping past his lips, he slowly eases his fingers from you. he watches how they glisten with your release, gently wiping it off on his jeans. "did amazin', shit," he's amazed by you, wholeheartedly. he'd dreamt, literally, of having you like this before and holy fucking shit, to have you like this, it makes his heart race.

"i feel like literal jelly," you breath out shakily, a breathless laugh escaping you. he smiles, sliding his hands to your hips and bringing you into his body once more. "is it like, time to—what do people even say when they have sex, i feel so stupid," dean laughs at that, shaking his head, "you sound fine, okay? and uh, yeah, i guess. i don't think i can wait anymore, s'practically killin' me."

shifting his weight, he lowers you back down against the couch and starting to unbutton his jeans, tugging down the zip afterwards. he tugs down the denim past his thighs, letting it pool around his ankles before he steps out of it. "damn," you mutter as you take him in, eyes dropping down to the bulge in his boxers before you meet his gaze, "need me to take care of that?" you joke, flashing a gentle smile before you giggle.

"you're such a fuckin' dork," dean rolls his eyes, watching you just for a second. his fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers, and he tugs them down over his thighs too. you instantly run your eyes over his cock, taking in the way his length hits against his abdomen, the precum oozing from the tip making it glisten slightly—you'd never seen a dick in person before but you were sure he had the prettiest one. "like what you see?" he can't help himself, flashing a gentle grin.

"looks like it, right?" you mutter, and he rolls his eyes, pumping his hand over his dick a few times, precum dripping over his hand for a moment. "gonna be smart with me, huh? after i've been so nice? breakin' my heart, babe," the two of you smile at eachother, and you shift your weight, a little apprehensive.

"what's it gonna feel like?" you wonder outloud, eyes meeting his. dean's quiet for a minute, grunting under his breath with a final pump of his dick before he rummages in his pocket for a moment. tugging out the condom packet, he tore it open with his teeth. he glanced at it for a moment before he slowly rolled it onto his cock, a breathy sound slipping past his lips. when he's done, he aligns himself with your entrance, smearing your juices around your hole once more as a precaution.

"full," dean knows what it'll feel like for him, tight, amazing, wet, the best feeling of his entire life. but for you? he'd never thought about it all that much. "good," he seems certain about that.

"you sure?" even you're a tiny bit sceptical.

"you don't believe me? you're gonna feel good, baby, i'll make sure of it," with that, dean slowly pushes the head of his cock into you, grunting almost immediately at how tight you are. his eyes roll back into his head a little, and you squeeze your eyes shut, lips parting with a soft breath. "see, feelin' good already and i haven't even fucked you yet," that's the side of dean you knew was hiding, from the moment he kissed you earlier. the cocky side of him, self assured, the one who knows that he's good in bed, the one who knows he can fuck a girl good.

"and why haven't you fucked me yet, dean?"

"tryna' be patient here, jesus. but you're beggin' me to fuck you? really fuck you? was gonna make love, but, y'know," he takes your words as an indication that you're ready. he bucks his hips a little more and he bottoms out within you, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. "and there we go, there she is. mm, feel so tight. so tight. been dreamin' 'bout this pussy since i met you," he's balls deep inside you, and you're proud of yourself for not cumming the moment he pushed into you. you grip his hands instantly, both of them this time, not wanting to let go. your eyes meet his and he looks proud of himself, self-assured, but so glad you're feeling good.

"please, uh, uh.. move," you say after you've adjusted to the size of him, your thighs drenched with your own juices already. dean nods his head gently, not before hiking your legs up around his waist to give him that leverage to thrust into you properly. "and if you ask me whether m'sure i swear to god de—"

he cuts you off by pulling out then thrusting back into you again, setting a quick pace. "you start gettin' mouthy with me, i gotta show you who's the expert, okay? i wanna hear those noises, 'cause i know they're pretty," his hips snap into yours, the sounds of skin smacking against skin ringing in your ears. you're dazed with the feeling of him pounding in and out of you, a feeling you've never felt before. but it feels so familiar, so right that it's like you've done this forever.

he was right, you do sound so pretty as he fucks into you again and again and again, showing that he does in fact know what he's doing and that he is in fact the expert here. not you. just watch and learn, is his point here. "i'm gonna, uh, fuck, come again—" you weren't gonna last long with him pounding into you like this, his balls smacking against your cunt only causing more pleasure and more wet, filthy sounds. "m'sorry.." you apologise, feeling a little pathetic for it.

"don't apologise," he mumbles, sliding his hand to your back and drawing you in closer, so he buries deeper inside you but also so he can hold you closer. "don't you apologise to me, babe, wanna feel it, wanna feel you come around me, that's all i ask." and you obliged, squeezing his hand tighter than ever as you gushed around his cock, making a mess of him. dean glanced down to see your juices practically spray out of you, and he smiles coyly, not slowing in his motions. you squirm, and he mutters gently, "just a little more, promise, just a little."

you relax, the faint feeling of overstimulation creeping up on you. however it doesn't last that long, as you feel dean's hip movements stutter then come to an end, buried inside you as he panted. his ropes of cum painted the inside of the condom white, a shaky whine slipping past his lips as he meets your gaze. "god, that was—"

"amazing," you breathed out, relaxing back against the couch. "i'd love to go again, but uhm, i—"

"s'alright, i get it," dean shifted, keeping himself within you. he maneuvers the both of you so you're on top of him. not for riding purposes, you guys could try that another time, but so he could hold him close. his hand cradles the back of your head gently, and he nuzzles you into him. "we should've done that earlier."

you mumble in agreement, "agreed," as you relax against him. "honestly, i was thinking of quitting this place but turns out it's a literal sex charm."

"we did not just fuck because you work at a convenience store, don't get that in your head, babe, i swear—"

𓈒⠀ ✧ @wi4hfulth1nking @t3l3vangelism @xoxotiffanysheree @https-roman @blue-d @lavieurs @drewstarkeyzwhore @a-cup-of-nightshade @1-read-the-hobbit-in-1937

[lavenderchqn]

Hello! Saw that your request is open and I actually have two requests but feel free to pick which one! I'll send another request after this one.

For this request, I suddenly got an idea like we (reader) suddenly got transmitted into Genshin (not the Sagau/Cult one) and we have nothing except the things we were holding before getting transmitted (like their bags/phones (especially phones)).

And then we met Beidou and became companions yada yada yada. Beidou decided to take us to go sailing somewhere and met Kazuha. And let me tell you I LOVEEEEEEE MY MAN KAZUHAAAAAAAAAAA.

IMAGINE SEEING HIM IN REAL LIFE AND THE THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD BE EVEN MORE PRETTIER FACE TO FACE RATHER IN THE GAME. And reader be all flabbergasted and shy shy HSBDJSNJS.

And then Reader helps Beidou out while sailing. So, the rest of the idea of mine is like our interaction with Kazuha because I need this man. I need. HIM. All lovey dovey and stuff. So feel free to do whatever you want to add or do with this request and feel free to reject it if you think it's like uhhhh weird—

✧・┆lost in translation — kazuha

— you'd think meeting your genshin main would be a breeze... until you realise that teyvat does indeed have their own laws

requested by @miacara2; thank you so much for the request! I hope I did the prompt justice. had to take some creative liberties, because oh dear heavens it would've been so long otherwise ^^~

content warnings: they/them reader, referred to as [y/n]; isekai fanfiction; mentions of being in pain (non specific); magical translation device;

all the text written in italics is the language spoken in teyvat ~

Hurts. Everything hurts. Why does it hurt so much? 

You were trying to do anything to move without much success. Your eyelids seemed to be stuck together, from god knows what. Why on earth could you hear the waves humming? If there was anything you’d be sure about… was that you were nowhere near a body of water for at least five— wait was it five minutes? Last time you checked, you had been on your way to collect a parcel with your newest merch. Why, on earth, were you near the water out of nowhere?

“Drop the anchor!” A loud voice shouted in the distance. The timbre seemed familiar, you thought. You'd heard it somewhere before for sure, even if you couldn't make out what they were saying. Just what on earth was happening?

It got louder and louder. The sounds increased in quantity, mostly resembling footsteps. And yet, despite everything… you just couldn't move an inch. By the way the sound spread, you can deduce somebody was near. Very near, most likely looming over you. 

“Hey,” Somebody shook you. “Can you hear me?” You tried to move any part of your body. Something to signal you’re alive. Your finger twitched slightly, but the pain coursing was abysmal. There was something- someone close to your chest, presumably the person checking for breathing. “They are breathing, that’s good.” 

“Captain,” A new voice entered the mix. “Should we transport them to the boat?” 

“Give me a hand, then.” The feminine voice replied. “How did they even get here…” She wondered. A person out in the middle of the sea on one of the tiny islands on the path connecting Inazuma to the mainland. As she perused the island and gathered observations from her fellow soldiers, the consensus was that the boat must’ve been destroyed. Which in itself was weird, as they hadn't noticed anyone as they were on the way here. The timing doesn’t make sense…

With all the fleet working together, the group managed to move the body onto the deck. Getting them to safety was their top priority, even if they didn't know who they were or how they got there. 

At some point, you finally manage to open your eyes. The headache is still killing your head, but at the very least you feel more in control of your body. Taking in the surroundings, you realise you’re on a ship. The crew is hard at work, but one of them — presumably one delegated to watch over you — notifies the captain of your state. 

“Oh, is our guest awake?” She strolls in your direction, her boots clacking on the wooden floor. Crouching right before your body, she extends her hand. “I’m Beidou — The crux’s captain.” 

That’s right. You look her up and down. The appearance matches her one-to-one. Her burgundy eyepatch, brown hair… That was her in the flesh. Were you dreaming? Surely you had to be. “[Y-Y/N]” You reply, gently shaking her hand. If you were dreaming, why on earth you couldn’t understand anything she said? 

The look in your eyes must’ve gotten her worried, as she helps you stand up and look over your body for any injuries. “No bruises or anything, huh,” She ponders, observing your reaction. “[Y/N], do you understand what I’m saying?” She asks. With the way you look like a deer in the headlights, she deduces you don’t. 

It’s unfortunate, really. You don’t have any means of communicating with anyone here, especially since you don’t understand the language. It’s scary. Beidou leaves you with something, that sounds like an apology — most likely her captain duties calling. 

You’re given time to think. To come up with a solution… if you can call “means of communicating” as a solution. You take a look at anything that could help you in getting there. Only when you, as a common tick you possess when stressed, readjust your bag strap, do you even realise you have your bag on you. Opening it up, you rummage through it to hopefully locate your phone. The language being translatable was a possibility, even if an unlikely one. 

Surprisingly, your phone is fully charged. You don’t remember seeing leaving it as that back when you… back when you were home. There’s no service but maybe— Oh. Oh, your wallpaper. The pretty image of Kazuha stares back at you, as you try to gauge if the hour is correct. You should change it up, before anyone notices. The less questions, the better. And you do so, the second you unlock your phone. 

You open the translation app, praying in your mind that there’s something you can make out. “I’m sorry,” You mutter, heart beating faster. You try to imitate Beidou’s speech as well as possible. Slowly, the app spits out an “I’m sorry.” Although with an unidentifiable language labelled. Somehow… you’ve made some progress. 

Staring at your phone in disbelief, you don’t even realise that your surroundings have gotten livelier. As you look around, checking if anybody noticed your device, you see you’re almost in Liyue Harbor. 

Some sailors cheer, most likely celebrating returning to their homeland safe and sound. You, on the other hand, don’t know how to proceed. In reality… you don’t, really, have a home here. The second you get off this boat, you’ll be left alone to roam. Sure, you’ve seen many of these places, but it was with the help of overpowered characters at your side. Now it was just you against the world, really. 

Your grip on your phone tightens as you take in the sight before you — Liyue Harbor, its oxidised rooftops shimmering under the afternoon sun, the vibrant marketplace bustling with people. It’s breathtaking, and yet… utterly terrifying. 

You don’t belong here. 

The reality settles into your chest like a stone. No quest markers are guiding your paths, no dialogue options to steer the conversation, and no subtitles to understand others without relying on a glitched translation. This isn’t a game. This is real, and you are stranded. 

Beidou’s voice snaps you from your thoughts. She’s giving orders to her crew, but in between, her gaze flickers to you. She’s keeping an eye on you, probably just as curious as she is concerned. 

Eventually, she approaches, crossing her arms. “We’ll be docking soon,” she says, slow and deliberate, as if trying to gauge how much you understand. “What’s your plan?” 

Plan. Right. As if you had one. 

You glance at your phone, then back at her. Your best bet is still the translation app. Regardless of how confused she will be at the phone in your hands. You quickly type: I don’t have anywhere to go. 

She reads it, eyebrows raising slightly before she exhales through her nose. “Figures.” 

For a moment, she’s silent, as if weighing her options. Then, with a smirk, she claps a hand on your shoulder, nearly making you stumble. “Well, kiddo, Liyue’s a big place. Plenty of people, and plenty of opportunities. You might be lost, but that means you haven’t found your path yet.” Her words are reassuring, but they don’t fix the knot in your stomach. Still, it seems she isn’t planning to just abandon you. 

As the Alcor docks, the crew wastes no time unloading cargo. Beidou gestures for you to follow her, and with hesitant steps, you do. The moment your feet touch the harbour’s wooden planks, the sheer liveliness of Liyue hits you. Merchants calling out their wares, children laughing, Millelith guards patrolling the streets. It’s overwhelming. 

“Ah,” Beidou exclaims, looking up after coming to a halt. “Good to see you, Kazuha.” Your eyes instantly follow hers — finally noticing a certain wanderer perched on a wooden post. Oh god, he’s even prettier in reality. “Kazuha, [Y/N]. [Y/N], Kazuha.” She introduces you to each other — as if you don’t know everything about the man in front of you. 

You wave, shyly. Your brain is short-circuiting, whether it be from your tiny headache, or from the unbelievability of the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. 

“Could you do me a favour and take care of them for me?” Beidou asks as Kazuha jumps down from the perch to shake your hand. “They mysteriously showed up on an island in the middle of the sea and are quite lost.” 

“An island?” Kazuha tilts his head to the side, confused. “No wreckage on the way?” The captain shakes her head, mentioning they scouted the area nearby just to check. “No external injuries, but they don’t speak a wink of the language. They have some— device that can translate. I haven’t asked about it, but then again, their appearance isn’t something you’d see in these parts either.” She adds. 

An agreement is made between them, with you being placed in the man’s care. You gauge it by the way relief washes over Beidou’s face as he nods. 

As it turns out, Kazuha is just as lovely as he is in-game. You’d say he matches the amount of sweetness the fluffiest of fanfictions depict him, but you just can’t tell it to his face, now can you? Bit by bit, he’s helping you out with the smallest of things — lodging, provisions, you name it and he has you covered. 

Slowly you begin to understand some of the language, especially once you manage to locate the alphabet translation of Mondstadian and Liyuean in the depths of your camera roll. Your phone is surprisingly, still not out of the battery. Teyvat laws, you guess. Once in a while, you require the mysterious translation app to get your point across. Especially when you had to explain the concept of coffee, and why you need it the moment the sun rises. 

You’re hunched over a notebook full of Kazuha’s poetry. A good exercise to train your brain, he said. What he forgot to mention, is that sometimes he just straight-up writes in a different script. You’re certain it’s the one from Inazuma, but it doesn’t make deciphering it any easier. 

“Bloody hell,” You sigh, frustrated. Your eyes have been glued to a singular word for a good twenty minutes now. Given how time in your world passes 240 times faster than in here, you feel like you’ve been at this forever. 

The male, on the other hand, is peacefully slumbering on some rocks. An actual hobby, one’s that very real and not just a singular voiceline. It feels wrong to be waking him up, especially with how he usually stays up all night to make sure nothing ambushes you under the moonlight. 

What you don’t know is that during those posts, occasionally, Kazuha takes in your appearance. Ever since meeting you, there’s been something about you that’s so interesting to him. How you sway from side to say whenever translating the poem correctly in its entirety. Or how you mumble something about spending resin in your sleep. It’s so cute, really. 

“Kazu…” You call out from your seat, looking in his direction. “Sorry to bother—“ 

“You’re not bothering, Dove.” He cuts you off, opening one eye. “What can I help you with?” “I don’t understand this…” You mutter shyly, turning back to the poem. Kazuha doesn’t say anything as he comes up to you to look at the offending word himself. He notices the tiny pout on your face, brows furrowed in frustration. How cute you are, he thinks.

“Inazuman scripture,” He points out. “Must’ve slipped under the cracks, sorry…” Kazuha brushes his hair away, straight up giving you the flustered butterflies. Up close you realise, that he’d had freckles this whole time. Just how attractive a person could get, you swear, punching the air mentally. “It means ‘home’.” He says, not paying attention to your staring. 

You translate it into the scripture you’ve gotten accustomed to, writing it with a pencil you’ve dug from the bottom of your bag. Back when you first took it out, you explained the concept of them to your companion — “They’re like quills and ink… but erasable.” What Kazuha remembers from that specific interaction is how warm your smile was when you realised, you knew something he didn’t know. You looked as if an actual sun deity descended upon him. 

“No wonder it’s in inazuman…” You mutter to yourself, acknowledging the obvious. 

It’s raining heavily. Has been for almost a week now. Travelling in this weather was unsuited for either of you, but bit by bit you were running out of places to crash at. People were usually very nice and accommodating, minus their comparisons to you being newlyweds — your butterfly case got even worse with each comment, those rascals.

And yet, you had to keep on walking. The goal for Kazuha has been to visit the Qiaoying Village to purchase some good quality tea. He mentioned picking up some extra as a gift for Heizou once he returns to his homeland, adding how he believes the tea would go along nicely with some fried vegetables. 

“We’ll have to be careful,” Kazuha says, tying the ribbons securing your hat into a pretty bow. “The rocks are quite slippery, alright,” Taking it slow and easy, he meant. It would mean taking more time to travel, getting more soaked from the rain but making it there without a twisted bone. 

“Could we have some coffe— tea, once we’re there?” You ask, muttering a quick sorry for mixing up the words. You always do whenever making mistakes. Kazuha always tells you to not apologise — talking about how it’s impressive how you’ve managed to learn the language so quickly… and that he’s proud of you. That last part makes you blush a little. But just a little. 

“Of course,” He replies, leaning a little to analyse the map while covering it with his own hat. Getting a map wet was the least either of you wished for. “I think catching a boat ride from the outskirts of Qingce is our best bet.” 

“Out… skirts? What does it mean?” Your head is tilted eyes on the map. You know where Qingce is, but getting from there to Qiaoying was an interesting choice. 

“Outer parts.” Kazuha points to a specific part, a port he mentions. 

With that settled, you’re off, walking steadily in the direction of your destination. It’s only once you’re in the wilderness that problems arise. The stones have gotten really, really slippery. It’s difficult to maintain balance, and you’re jabbing your toes into some of them. You don’t complain, at least try not to. Kazuha is far too nice to be forcing him into your annoyance monologues. 

“Ack!” You yelp, almost slipping on another stone. Your brows are furrowed in pure anger and a strong exhale follows. Cursed rains making these roads unwalkable. 

“You okay there?” Kazuha comes to a halt, turning around to check and pushing his hat backwards just to see better. “We can slow down if it’s too fast.” You instantly shake your head. Taking even longer would only make you more miserable. “Alright, alright, let’s keep up the pace, then.” 

But, instead of leading, he waits for you to catch up. Once you’re next to him, he gently places his hand in yours, locking it in. “I’ll make sure you won’t slip anymore, alright?” 

God, you hope the tea will be worth every second of losing your mind over how stunning this man is. Okay, maybe it’s worth holding his hand in itself. Add the tea as a cherry on top. 

date of posting — march 5th 2025

[i-am-snowils-admiral]

So the dpxdc fandom has been trying to come up with more ways to get Danny into Gotham without relying on the old Bat-adoption trope (though it's a fun trope that I love), which typically either means aging him up or giving him a fake id and making him live alone in Gotham pretending to be aged up, but personally I think we can streamline the process a bit by borrowing liberally from Marsalias' fic Adoption (if you haven't read it, definitely do, it's a really good fic) and sticking Actual Master of Time Clockwork in Gotham as yet another weird rich cryptid.

For those who haven't read that fic, the basic premise is that Clockwork decides to adopt Danny completely legally through both ghost and human methods. He is required to establish a human persona for this, which I find hysterical. He and Danny end up living in an incredibly creepy manor that they both love. We can easily uproot that thing and plop it into Gotham. If we want to be particularly funny about it, we can sandwich Wayne Manor between Clockwork and the Drakes to make them all neighbors.

Now what you do from there is obviously subject to whatever story you're wanting to tell, but there's a couple fun things I want to suggest:

Clockwork doesn't try very hard on his human persona. He still dresses like a time god in a fantasy novel (I'm a little in love with 13thcat's designs so I like to imagine his human form looks a little like this). You have to live, what, 40-50 years in a city to be established? Sure. Why bother aging visibly in this time? That's not necessary! What does he do for work? Uhhhh he's a woodworker who makes clocks. That's why he has millions or even billions of dollars, obviously.

5-year-old Bruce Wayne is OBSESSED with Clockwork (aka Charles Worth). This is baby's first incredibly pure crush. This is your really cool kindergarten teacher that you remain a little in love with well into adulthood, except instead of being nice CW is just really weird and doesn't care about what 5-year-olds are able to discuss. Baby Bruce does that little kid "I'll marry you when I grow up" thing that everyone finds adorable but CW says "there are many timelines where you get married, though never to me. Some options are better than others, but I won't tell you about them" because what else would he say.

When Danny shows up in Gotham decades later as CW's adopted kid Bruce is zeroed in on all the gossip. His interest is based entirely on his childhood obsession though so he uses absolutely zero Batman skills to investigate the situation and therefore finds nothing weird about Danny's background. The batkids find this hilarious because there is Clearly something weird going on with that kid.

Clockwork could easily solve all of the Bats' problems and tell them the answers to all the investigations they're doing but why would he do that???? That's boring. He's vibing in his new house with his cool liminal son why would he be worried about *checks notes* the hundreds of people dying to rogue attacks nearby.

Despite never being genuinely helpful he DOES randomly drop in-universe lore that no one would've figured out otherwise. Usually he does this about six months after it would've been really nice to know.

He doesn't do this out of malice he just doesn't intervene in things normally and if he does, it's only by request. The Bats (besides Batman because he's still oblivious) are too worried about what he might ask for in exchange to make requests though they know he's powerful but they are totally wrong because he's just sitting there baking bread thinking "hm I wonder why Timothy never asked me to help him get Batman back from being lost in the time stream, I could've done that really easily without changing too much. Oh well, whatever makes him happy."

Danny also never makes requests but that's because CW went a bit too hard on teaching him messed up karmic lessons about interfering with time so Danny just assumes it's always a bad idea to ask.

[penkura]

knowing [2/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: uhhhh chapter two hype I guess lol.

[Ch. 1]

Nami noticed something weird after you all left Skypiea. You and Sanji being weirder than normal. She was constantly trying to push you two together, she wanted to see a romance on the Going Merry, and the two of you were her best bet, if anything ever happened.

Which she thought never would because you acted so shyly and Sanji acted like he didn't know what he was doing anymore around you. It was painful to watch, and she tried to get Robin in on it, but the older woman just smiled and said she should let potential love take its time. Nami hated that she was right, but every time you all approached a new island, she would do her best to pair you and Sanji up as buddies. Whenever it worked, you'd come back for a girl's night and be swooning over what a gentleman Sanji was, how he wouldn't let you carry a single bag or buy anything yourself, he did everything. You swore up and down he must've done that or would do that for any girl, but it didn't make you feel any less special.

In fact, once you arrived on Skypiea, Sanji had found flowers to give you three girls. Nami and Robin both received red ones, you were the lucky one to get a blue flower, which you later gushed to Nami that it matched his eyes. You were so gross with how head over heels you were for Sanji, but she really wanted to see you two together.

That's why Nami found it odd that you and Sanji seemed to spend more time apart after your return to solid ground, er…to the water anyway. You still would help him with cooking when Sanji let you, and he'd hang around you some evenings on the deck while everyone relaxed, but Nami didn't think anything much was happening outside of that.

Zoro, however, knew differently. He'd noticed real differences in how you and Sanji were around each other after leaving Alabasta. You had seemed slightly nervous when Robin ended up joining your crew, especially when Sanji was all too eager to welcome her, commenting briefly on how beautiful she was. Zoro watched you hover around while Usopp interrogated her, like you were just as suspicious of Robin, but for different reasons, and he thought you were being a bit ridiculous about it.

It's not like you and Sanji were together, right? He could do as he pleases and flirt all he wanted, you'd just have to suck it up and deal with it despite your feelings.

Well he thought so, until that evening when he heard you on the lower deck with Sanji after everyone else had gone to bed.

"Gosh, I felt stupid, I wanted to just hug you and tell Robin you're mine."

He heard Sanji laugh, Zoro thinking you were just messing around or possibly drunk. It really wasn't like you to say something like that when you were sober and in the right mind.

"You could have. I don't think anyone would have believed you."

"Nah, Zoro would have. You forget he's the one who's known me the longest."

"Hmm, that's true. You are the one who said to keep the flirting up though."

Hearing you sigh loudly and say that was true, Zoro could only assume you fell backwards on the deck or were leaning back to look at the stars. He heard Sanji offer to take you back to the girls bunks, but you mentioned you were next on night watch so you'd just stay, it wasn't long until you and Zoro had to swap anyway.

Not hearing anything more from either of you, Zoro leaned over the crow's nest just enough to see why you'd both become silent, catching you leaning into Sanji's shoulder with his arm around your waist.

So that's why she acted so jealous.

Zoro never said a word, having figured out you and Sanji were keeping your new relationship a secret for now, likely in case you decided it'd be better to stay friends.

Skypiea almost seemed like a test for the two of you. After landing and finding the beach where Sanji gifted you girls flowers, you ended up separated due to the laws of the place, Sanji with Luffy and Usopp while you were with everyone else. You weren't too worried, even as you stayed behind on the Merry with Chopper while Zoro, Robin, and Nami went exploring. The two of you were attacked of course, and until Chopper sounded the whistle for Ganfal to come help, you'd be able to keep your enemy back despite the damage Merry suffered. You ended up with a stab wound through the shoulder from Shura's Ordeal of String and burned your hand while trying to put out the fire on Merry, Chopper nearly in tears helping you with your injuries after he helped Ganfal too.

Sanji was just glad to see you were all right when he, Usopp, and Luffy finally reunited with the rest of you. He took note of the bandages on your shoulder and hand, pulling you aside while everyone was preoccupied with other things, asking you what happened if you were really all right. You told him what happened and reassured him you were perfectly fine, giving him a smile while he lightly hugged you and said he was glad, stealing a quick kiss and leaving you a blushing mess while he went to work on dinner again.

The next day you ended up following Zoro through the forest, Sanji demanding he watch you closely and Zoro just rolled his eyes before telling you to hurry up. He kept you safe while he fought the enemies he did, and once he and Robin had been injured by Eneru's attacks, you did your best to protect them while Nami went with the false god in her attempts to stop him.

You didn't know what happened with Sanji until Usopp jumped down from the giant gold ship with him, and you were shocked by how injured he was, he looked like he'd been electrocuted more than once and it terrified you.

Once you all were safe with the Skypieans and Shandians, once Sanji was awake and had Chopper replace his bandages, you did the same as he had before and pulled him away from everyone to make sure he was really okay. You asked him multiple times, your voice getting a bit more strained each time even when he said he was fine, you were trying so hard not to break down crying to him.

"I'm sure I'm fine, trust me. I'm standing aren't I?"

There was a soft smile on his face while Sanji watched you fight back tears. He'd not seen you cry before, and hated it would be his fault for having gotten injured, but he knew you were just worried about him.

"I…I know, I just…you're absolutely–"

"I'm sure, [Y/N]-chan, I promise."

Sanji pulled you into a hug, which you returned as you couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing into his bandages (you'd have to apologize to Chopper later). While you cried, Sanji quietly hushed you, saying everything was all right and he was definitely okay. He stroked your hair and apologized for worrying you, explaining he was protecting Nami and Usopp though you didn't need an explanation, you just somehow knew already that he'd been trying to protect your crewmates.

Zoro didn't mean to overhear your crying and Sanji quieting you, but he'd been sent by Nami to the exact spot she saw you drag the blond off to in order to bring you both back to prepare to leave soon. When he'd walked over, you'd just started sobbing and Zoro thought for a second Sanji did something to hurt you, he was ready to skewer the blond, until he heard him shushing you and explaining what had happened.

"It's okay, shh. I'm sorry I made you worry."

"I'm just…just g-glad you're all r-right!"

"Shh, I know. You need to calm down now, okay? Don't want anyone thinking I did something to make you cry."

Zoro heard you agree, and you started to breathe a little easier and your sobs went away soon after. He didn't have time to get far enough away before he heard Sanji say you two should rejoin everyone, so he stayed in place. Once you both stepped back out from behind your hiding place, the three of you stared at each other, you and Sanji holding hands while Zoro almost set a glare on him.

"A-ah um, Zoro what are…when did…why…"

"Nami sent me to get you two," he looked at your hands again before going back to glaring at Sanji, "We're leaving soon."

You nodded and now both boys were glaring at each other, it stayed like that a few minutes more before Sanji spoke up.

"Listen, moss head. If you tell anyone about us, I'll–"

"I'm not gonna say anything unless you hurt her. She's like my sister, so you better be good to her."

Turning to leave, Zoro didn't miss how shocked you and Sanji were, you'd half expected him to tell you that you needed to tell the rest of your crew sooner rather than later, but he didn't even do that. Just told Sanji not to hurt you or he'd basically be dead before he knew it. Sanji expected more of a fight, so he was even more shocked when Zoro just walked away, telling the two of you to hurry up or you'd become the newest residents of Skypiea.

Even after you left he kept his word, he didn't tell a single person, even as Zoro watched Nami try to pair you and Sanji up again and again.

He wondered how she was missing the obvious signs you two were together.

+!+

Robin was the next to find out about you and Sanji being an item. She didn't mean to, but it was after you all had saved her from the World Government, after you toppled Enies Lobby and brought your dear friend and archeologist back home to your little family. When you all had separated at Water 7, when Robin had been taken in by the government, Sanji took the lead on trying to get her back, eventually you all were together again at Enies Lobby, entering several battles to bring her home.

While Sanji and the others took on CP9 members, you again took to taking down lower members, this time Navy Men with the help of Galley-La and Franky's comrades. Those same groups helped you get back to your crewmates, to the Merry who had come to save you all, before you tearfully bid farewell to the ship that had been your home the last couple of months.

Once you made it back to Water 7, while you had to wait for a new ship to be built, you all took time recovering from your battle wounds and exploring the city a little more. Most of your time was spent with Zoro and Nami during the day, trying to help the former find a new sword and Nami taking you and Robin sometimes shopping for various items. You tried a few times to check in on Usopp, wanting him to return to you all, but every time you did so, he either had disappeared from the spot you saw him or you'd back down from talking to him. At least knowing he was alive was enough for you for the time being.

You absolutely would have spent more of your time with Sanji, but the two of you agreed to wait until a few days later, to keep suspicions off you from the rest of your crew. Eventually the two of you ventured out to the city on your own, you both left the rest of your crew for the day at separate times, meeting up elsewhere to throw them off.

Unfortunately for you, although it worked to start, Robin caught sight of you and Sanji when she was entering a shop with Nami. She didn't think too much of it until she noticed the two of you holding hands and the lovesick smiles you gave each other as you walked through the market.

Oh, I see then.

Robin decided she would keep what she saw to herself, at least that was her plan, until she heard Nami say "I knew it" when she saw you two herself.

Luckily you didn't hear her, and Nami suggested she and Robin quietly follow you to see what was going on. Robin wasn't going to agree to it, but Nami grabbed her by the arm too quickly.

She hoped you'd forgive them.

+!+

"Here, this is for you, mon cheri."

"You shouldn't spend your money on me, Sanji."

Giving you a smile, Sanji shook his head, telling you that he wanted to get this little gift for you, it wasn't a lot, but he thought you'd like it. While you were going through the marketplace, he ended up pulling you down an empty alley and giving you a small box. You really didn't want him to spend any of the money Nami gave him on you, you had your own, but it was still sweet of him to think of you!

You opened the box after a bit of back and forth with yourself about Sanji spending money on you already, but you let those thoughts go once you saw it was a simple little heart shaped charm on a silver chain. You smiled softly while Sanji blushed about it scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I just…I thought you'd like it so I bought it…you don't have to wear it or anything, it's no–"

You cut Sanji off by throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he returned with his around your waist, though he was a bit confused until you looked up at him with a smile still.

"You're the sweetest thing in the world, I don't deserve you."

That comment and your sweet smile got to Sanji in an instant; eyes turning to hearts, face bright red with a grin, while he snuggled his face up against yours.

"Don't say that!! I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!!"

Giggling, you pulled Sanji even closer to you and kissed him, only stopping when you heard a voice yell "We caught you!"

For a moment you thought it was Marines and they were going to chase you and Sanji through Water 7, until you realized you knew that voice all too well, and you both looked to see Nami and Robin at the other end of the alleyway.

"When did this start?!"

"Uh…"

"And why didn't you," Nami pointed a finger at you, while you hid your face in Sanji's shoulder, "tell me?!"

"Nami," Robin placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder with a smile, "Let's give them a moment and maybe they can explain things to us."

The two stepped away with Nami saying you had better not run because she wanted every detail possible about when and how this happened. You didn't move a muscle, still hiding your face in Sanji's shoulder while he kept you close and stroked your hair to keep you calm. Eventually, he laughed a bit and it made you look up at him.

"What?" "Guess our secret's out," Sanji gave you a smile while you pouted a bit, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear before kissing you, "Let's go talk to Nami and Robin then, all right?"

[doberbutts]

just a random guy w no stake in this but yr guy also fully regurgitated israel’s/zionist lies abt the “””misfired rocket””” hitting the hospital as if there isn’t documented evidence of israel admitting to - wanting to do that - doing that - expressing joy at the fact that they did that. the israeli govt spent days saying they were gonna bomb a hospital, bombed a hospital, /said they bombed the hospital/, and then changed their story to “misfired rocket” among other things (not a single hamas rocket is capable of that kind of destruction…) when they got flack for it. and Avi has yet to retract that statement despite it being another blatant lie from the israeli govt.

& obv this is much smaller but when pointed out that what ngaiman said that was zionist (“israel has the right to exist”, which he reconfirmed was still his stance), avi doubled down on that…not being zionism. and said ppl only call gaiman a zionist bc he’s jewish (which.. sure some ppl do, but the claim that a settler colonial state (or any state, tbh) has an inherent “right” to exist, and specifically that Israel has a “right” to exist, is literally zionism. which avi seems to think is not.)

i don’t think he’s a zionist himself but he certainly repeating a lot of zionist bs uncritically

I literally just got an article this morning talking about the forensics going on regarding the hospital bombing, from CNN, citing multiple sources saying the same thing; that it was a misfired rocket originating from somewhere in Gaza and probably not intentional, with all parties with munitions denying that it was theirs despite the firing of rockets nearby from all of said parties. No shrapnel or casings have yet been recovered and until that is recovered there is no way to know for sure where the device was made or where it came from.

So unless you are leaning on the antisemitic claim that Jews control the media, either all of CNN's sources are wrong including the Palestinian ones, or he's literally just repeating what multiple sources have been saying as of this morning.

Also conveniently you're leaving out that he's also stated that it doesn't matter where the device came from, the targetting of hospitals and other civilian centers is abhorrent and an immediate ceasefire needed to be called the moment it happened. Weird how he's not praising it, he's stating what the forensic team on site is reporting, and he's stating that no matter who is at fault they shouldn't be involving peaceful civilians.

As for whether or not Israel should exist... where exactly do you want the Israelis to go? A significant number of them were born there, with ancestors that originated there, as Arabic people living alongside Palestinians. They do have just as much right to be there as Palestinians because they have common ancestry with Palestinians. Those that came from elsewhere largely were forcibly expelled as an act of genocide- "going back where (they) came from" means going back to somewhere that's made it plain they are not welcome and they'll be killed on sight. They went to Israel because they were told that was the only correct choice for them.

Also I think it is incredibly dicey to be wielding "Jews are inherent outsiders that need to go back where they came from" because that is an antisemitic statement that has echoed across history ANDDDDD I think it's uhhhh incredibly hilarious as afronative to hear fucking Americans saying this when we're on stolen land ourselves with a government that is still trying to wipe out the few indigenous people we have left and sweep its continued atrocities under the rug.

What's that saying about glass houses and stones? If you're on American soil and you're not indigenous, how about you go back where you came from? Oh? You were born here? You have a family history here? You have deep ties to the area and can't just uproot your entire life? It's a little more complicated than just getting on a plane back to Europe or Asia or Africa? Hmm. Interesting. Don't you know that makes you complicit in genocide? No no no, it doesn't matter that your family was fleeing genocide yourselves, or that your ancestors were forced to come here, or that you personally took no part in the ongoing political war being waged against the dwindling number of Natives we have left. You don't belong here. You need to be forcibly detained and expelled. Maybe even kept in a cage for a while until we figure out what to do with you.

Whoop. But that's the silent part you're not saying. You can call it Zionist if you want. But I think people need to think a little more critically about the actual logistics of what caused this problem in the first place, before firing off about it. Especially not when a lot of these talking points are at their heart incredibly antisemitic.

[benevolentindigo]

"Heya there pal! Got anything of interest with ya?"

"Maybe spare a wallet or two?"

EVENT: GREED TAKEOVER

Greed will be taking over this acc for idk how long lol

Minor winter event:

Will be snowing until the end of march

(Read below for more info :3/original greeting)

"Hello, visitors. It's... Nice to be able to commune here..."

"I hope that all of you are nicer this time around..."

//Pfp by @whilvlc :D

Fear Parody account run by @brokerplushsg / @9blueflame9 :D

Hai gang, Blueflame here, but y'all can call me Blue for short. I'm currently 17 so ya, I am a minor (so shoo, weird adult accounts) Uhhhh this is my first time roleplaying on tumblr so don't mind me if I make mistakes 😭 djdhdjdhdkdhdhjdhdhd (But def not my first time rping in general)

Shoutout to @fearfulpurple for inspiration to start this account lol (Go check their parody too :D)

Also if y'all curious no I don't have a schedule for posting, I just do whenever I wanna. And if I am taking particular long to answer a certain question, its probably because im drawing it lol-

If u wish to contact me, Dms are always open so feel free to pop by. :D Also I have discord and I'm most active there so if u want it, just dm me. :3

My favourite post I've made so far:

"To deny my existence, is to accept death."

- Fear

Also ig imma put some mostly obvious boundaries here too because like I wanna keep this as a safe space-

No NSFW (Self explanitory)

No political stuff/troubling real world stuff (Here is not the right place for such things)

Don't be too mean/rude (like a little is fine for the sake of rp but like don't take it too far)

Don't be weird in the bad way (Dont be too freaky with fear or just do stuff that makes people uncomfortable in general)

Roleplay info

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Anything associated with Roleplay is in chat font.

Anything associated with Fear is Purple.

Anything associated with a Phobia is Pink.

Anything associated with players/NPCs/people in general is rainbow.

Anything associated with narration is white.

Other characters not specified here may have their own unique colored text.

"Spoken dialogue is in quotations."

*Actions start and ends with asterisks and are in italics*

//OOC have double slashes before the message.

//OORP have double slashes before the message, and is in normal font.

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Headcanons

General info:

Their MBTI personality type is ISFP-T, also known as the Turbulent Adventurer. (Ngl I'm surprised when I got these results when I did the test in character but eh it surprising fits)

Their Toastology is Galic Butter Toast. (I did it for the funnies)

They are surprisingly proficient with the guzheng if given one.

They have mixed feelings for Kikuo's songs. A few they find comfort in (Like Song of the Night and Astral Travel), many they find disturbing (Like Dust Dust Curse and Love me, Love me, Love me), and some they have conflicting feelings about. (Like Let's go to Heaven and Welcome to the Star Inn.)

Since they are a manifestation of an abstract concept, it does not associate with any gender nor does it have any preference in pronouns because frankly, they do not care.

Despite not associating with any gender, they are slightly leaning more towards being feminine presenting, but it can depend on who they are interacting with.

Nobody can agree on what their voice truely sounds like, as everyone hears it a little differently, but generally, they are soft spoken, only loud when scared or pissed off.

Technically, they could speak in any language, but they prefer English and Japanese.

Despite being the embodiment of fear, they have certain things that they are personally more afraid of, like bees, thunder and most of all, death. (And Hatred too)

When feeling threatened or just angry in general, they would growl, it sounding very similar to the rustling of leaves.

When they scream, it sounds similar to that of a Banshee. Very loud and ear piercing.

When startled, they would raise their arms and open up their claws, somewhat similar to how red pandas react when startled.

Normally they do not really swear, but if you somehow made them VERY pissed off, they would begin swearing like a sailor.

Despite Fear being ageless due to being an abstract concept, it still can be considered the "oldest" of the vices as they were developed as a survival adaptation in the very, very, distant past, about 500 million years ago. This also explains their more, primordial and tree like appearance, representing security and uncertainty at the same time.

Their anon account is @anonymous-hyacinth :D (for the sake of rp pls act like ya don't know who they are until revealed)

Abilities/Biology:

They are similar to Shinboku, Leshy, dryads (more specifically a hamadryad), and Banshees.

They are connected to the Fear Forest as it's their domain, and they are one with all the trees. Thus they have the powers and abilities to manipulate and change the forest at will.

They are connected to each tree in the Fear Forest through the root system, kinda like IRL trees.

They are able to feel and sense through the trees due to their connections. Therefore if one tree were to get damaged, or even chopped down, Fear would feel the pain too.

Fear and the trees of the Fear Forest function a little more like purple sulfur bacterias living in deep caves rather than actual plants, having roots that sink deep into the depths of the dreamscape to gather minerals like memories and thoughts to keep growing.

They "eat" food (burgers, colas, apples, etc) with their roots, bringing it into the ground and breaking it up into smaller, more soluble pieces with their roots, or just straight up absorb it if it's already like a drink.

They have the ability to extend and retract their roots, as well as partially extend it above ground. (As shown in their Shockwave attack.)

Fear barely moves from their position, but if they really need too, they would need to retract their roots fully, before dragging their body along the ground with their arms, moving in a similar way to stick insects. They can be surprisingly fast if need be, but that doesn't change the fact it's very uncomfortable for them to be dragging around their body like that.

Their "torso" and "leg" are slightly flexible, but not to the point where they could "sit". At that point it's the equivalent of breaking their spine.

It's "Tree form" is their true form, they just shapeshift into their more humanoid one when interacting with others or engaging in combat.

In their "Tree form", they are able to have a better connection with the forest, making it easier to manipulate and change the environment of their domain.

Normally, they sleep in their "Tree form", unless suddenly knocked unconscious like using the Comatose ball.

Fear has a velvety texture around their main body, with their limbs feeling more bark like. The tuffs of "leaves" sticking out from the side of their body feel especially soft.

When put under extreme stress, the "fuzz" on their body would fall off. It does not make them look that visually different, except the tuffs on the side of their body are bare twigs, but now all of their body would have the bark like texture.

Depending on who they are talking too, they can mimic the voice of others that said person knows about. Most of the time, they use this ability to remind or comfort. However when needed, they can use it to threaten.

Having connections with animals due to being an essential survival instinct, they are able to communicate with them with ease.

Despite usually being soft, their voice can be quite powerful, as when they Screech like using Total Dismay, they can temporarily paralyse those they target.

Phobias are born from the sap of the trees in the Fear forest, and it's technically their blood too.

When stressed, the roots of the trees can excrete their sap, and thus Fear can use it to summon Phobias.

When Phobias use Rebirth, what is left of them is usually quite sticky, and what falls onto the ground usually gets absorbed back into the trees, ready to spring out again if needed to defend Fear.

Aside from Rebirth, Phobias can also bite and latch on as attacks unlike ingame.

Phobias generally act like slimes behaviour wise. Very curious. Have quite an appetite too.

Aside from general behaviour and appearance, there might be slight deviations between each phobia depending on what they represent. (Like Ophidiophobia acting and appearing slightly more snake like in apperance and behaviour.)

Fear of course knows all of their phobias and knows how to take care of each one.

Being naturally intuitive and observant of the world, they have a special insight and connection to every other embodiment. Thats how they know of the true nature of Hatred and how Greed and Solitude had been defeated before them.

Being an abstract concept, they, along with all the other residents in Dreamworld cannot be truly "killed", even when they are, they would some way eventually be rebirthed. Still doesn't change the fact that it's still a very unpleasant experience, especially for Fear, and they themselves really hate being "killed off" for many, various reasons.

If for some reason, Fear dies, the sturdiest tree in the Fear forest, would slowly become the new "Fear", kind of like how the alpha male clownfish chages and takes the place of a dominant female when the female dies off. (It's still the same Fear, just slightly different body)

When needing to revive, if there are no available trees in the Fear forest, like all are burned to the ground or chopped into stumps, new saplings would grow out from the stumps/soil from underground roots and grow into new trees, and depending on the damage, recovery might take weeks, months or maybe even a year.

To truly get rid of fear, not only must all the trees in the fear forest needs to be cut down, but all of their roots must be rid as well, which is definitely very tedious due to the amount of it as well as them branching far and deep into the crevices of the mind, it's etched into our behaviour after all. Even if a single centimeter of root remained, it can and will eventually grow back the entire forest.

Relationships:

They are generally netural towards most entities in Dream World.

They find Greed annoying sometimes.

They are friends with Solitude, even somewhat considering them like a sibling.

They are genuinely afraid of Hatred, and would avoid it as much as they could.

They hate Hatred as much as they fear it, so despite their fear, if they see others getting hurt by it, they would throw hands at it. (Probably also #1 Hatred hater)

Fear, Greed and Solitude barely see face to face, as there is not really much reason to meet up. And even if they do, they would meet up at Fear's domain due to their mobility issues.

Out of the trio, Fear knows every other member the most, as well as being the member of the trio that knows about Hatred the most aside from that one missing member.

They genuinely look out for players, despite being afraid of them sometimes.

They treat Phobias as their pets and adores them greatly if they so happen to summon one.

Design guide

Stylisation:

This is how I do the effect for the pics lol, just posting this here for reference for myself or if u want, u can take inspiration or use it with credit :D (Done in Ibis paint btw)

I might change it in the future tho-

[zimtlees]

HI !! I know I've said it a million times already but I love your art so much you're genuinely so talented 😭, I still feel so lucky you drew smth for me :)) and it gives me more inspiration for my art 🙏🙏 My obsession with adult Orel and Moral Orel came back once I came across you WOOHOOOHDJDJERRN And I was wondering, and I don't know if you already have but, if you would share more of your headcanons about him, his family, the immoral orel au, ANYTHING !!!1! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HCS !!! I'm very invested... (y también pensé que nunca conocería a alguien que estuviera tan loco por él como yo, así que me siento mejor por eso) We've been blessed with everything you make and I get so happy every time you post :DDD and you're genuinely a very kind person so I hope you have a great rest of your day 🙏🙏❤❤ (and sorry for this long ass paragraph ask HRJHRHRBBR)

OREL HC????? Okay, first I'll say the hc I have (all silly, nothing serious?) and then I get cheesy...uh

Right, first let's start with uhhhh a silly headcanon I have is that when he was younger he wanted to be like Reverend Putty...for his great service to God and all that uh. Then when he grew up he'd want to study to be a doctor...it's a good profession for him (I know I explained this in a post a few months ago), he likes to help people, and he'd definitely give his patients loads of attention without being as negligent as the doctor in Moralton lmao. (I should do a whole post about this as I actually have a lot to say about his career path)

I'm a firm believer that at some point he continued to smoke weed...maybe in his teens?? He'd know it was wrong, but it helped him to zone out, so it was fun, plus he'd definitely hang out with people who smoked too, and Orel is...very easily influenced.

Definitely in school he'd be smart, but also REALLY DISTRACTED...and goofy, I'm pretty sure hardly any girls would be interested in him. (Maybe he also became a bit weird), he's bad at picking up hints and reading people's body language... so everyone would have to be REALLY direct if they wanted to talk to him about anything. (Aahh he'd probably have to move outta Moralton to study for a serious doctor career...then he'd have to adapt to new people...bad boys)

He'd probably only start officially dating Christina when they were both legal...and she had the freedom to leave her house whenever she wanted!!! Happy ending.

CHRISTINA IS SADISTIC-

...I didn't say anything, but if Orel is a masochist and Christina's an 'alternative' version of him then uh, I don't want to think about what would have happened in her chapter...

In his teens he'd really enjoy grunge and soft rock...uhgg I dunno, I just feel it. (Even though he's not that into music)

He's a goofy..nice...overprotective.....VERY overprotective dad, and that'd cause problems with his kids when they hit their teens...stupid (I love him) Orel..aahg, I mean, aahhh I also think he'd do loads of things that embarrass his kids!! But without realising lmao, he'd be like...trying to talk like them? That 'teen language' as he calls it haha.

IN HIS TEENS A LOT HAPPENED - UGH, not just between him and his parents...I mean also with his 'friends', even if he stopped being (just a bit) innocent, loads of people would definitely manipulate him into doing anything.

I don't think Clay and Bloberta ever divorced lmao, feel like they just stayed together and miserable...just like in that pic Orel has in his living room (Plus, I love that pic, it proves Orel doesn't hide his parents, he loves them despite everything and he'd definitely tell his kids to love them...wwgggh)

You know what I'm pretty sure about? Doughy and Orel got into a fight and came to blows in their teens, what caused it? Probably Doughy, in loads of episodes he looked like he was betraying his best mate for attention and affection from an adult...(but ugh, don't judge, it's written so well and we know why he did all that, even though that doesn't mean it was right, yeah, plus...there's no guarantee he changed after that, if we think about it Doughy had NO ONE, to teach him right from wrong), at some point he'd do a 'silly betrayal', to Orel...that'd make him SO ANGRY (cos it's not the first time) that mixed with a strong IMPULSE LMAO, he'd punch him, then he'd punch him back...and well, it'd all end with forgiveness and Doughy learning something.

And that's just a part of what I have cos I wrote a lot lmao...