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[superheroesandspies]

Craig Hunter, Laggies (2014)

"I never anticipated still having to find a place where I'd fit in by the time I was an adult either. I thought you automatically got one once you had a job and a family. But it's just you, alone."

[krautjunker]

His first duck, 1922 Norman Rockwell

[soinspiredbyyou]

Laggies, anyone?

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Chapter 32

Make Your Bets Now!

Pairings: Cross Guild Polycule x Shanks x Fem!Reader x ???

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 12.6k+ 😳😳

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Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Chapter Tunes: A Forest ~ The Cure | Burn Your Village ~ Kiki Rockwell

Summary: The White Stag is chased through the woods. The hunters begin to show their true colors, while the prey just tries to survive. You might not be the only one running away.

Recap: The banquet is underway, and you were dressed as the White Stag. You met your nine suitors, some of whom came as a shock. You gave each hunter an arrow, a symbol of their right to claim you. Uncle Cedrick just gave you a ten minute head start.

Author's Note: Hi!!! Thank you so much for your patience while I've been dealing with all the things! I've still been writing, as you can tell by the word count! 😬 Lol, I did a poll way back when Shanks first arrived asking if y'all would prefer two regular size chapters with no smut in one, or one giant chapter with the smut. So here ya go, lol, you asked for it! 😅🤭

Content Warning: There's not much dark content to warn for this chapter (besides the usual Numbers Game shenanigans & Buggy's POV on the Dr. Vorsan visit), but I wanted to give a heads up that there is a flashback of the 14 year old reader having a crush on an adult. Nothing occurs, but there is some very mild creepiness that could be interpreted as inappropriate. I WILL NEVER write about minors in that way, so please know that this is just a teenage crush! In case you would like to skip that, I'll bracket it with these ~~~⚫~~~

Fic Updates & Questions:

I will be retroactively adding titles to all chapters. I prefer to have titles for every chapter of a fic, but decided not to add them when I thought this was going to be a one shot 🤦🏼‍♀️ (We're getting closer to the end, and outlining will be way easier if I can remember which chapter things happened in, lol.) I'm going with quotes/lines from the chapters for the title theme. Also, I only used "part" instead of "chapter" on tumblr for formatting space, but I always call them chapters so 🤷‍♀️

Since this is a reader insert fic (that I thought would be a one shot 😅), I've tried to keep as many personal details as vague as possible so that we can all hop onto that lovely, green couch. I'm not planning to state the reader's age within the fic, but as we get further into the story, some of you numbers girl's may be able to figure out the math based on the flashbacks and such. I have a whole ass timeline graphed out, so if anyone is interested in knowing the specific ages and dates of related OP canon and Numbers Game canon, I'd be down to make a separate post just for that.

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Reader | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | ⏰ ~ Flashbacks for listed POV | ⚫ ~ Scenes depicting Dark Content as listed in Author's Notes

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic currently contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc. As we get further into Egghead Arc, there will be some spoilers (mainly from manga cover stories or SBS questions for minor characters' motivations, such as what the Vinsmoke's and Charlotte's have been up to since Wano, and why they'd want to marry our lovely heiress.)

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Mental Illness, Grief, Toxic Family, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Pain Kink, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Blowjobs, Threats, Relationship Drama, Anal, Doctors, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Uncle Cedrick Has Become His Own Warning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“I told you to run.”

Uncle Cedrick wet his lips after he hissed at you again, smirking while you transformed for him, and for his silent hunters and cheering guests. 

The white stag. The hunted. The prey. 

You’d never felt less human than you did right now, and the sense of danger in the air sent you racing toward the trees. 

It was disorienting to move in this fumbling body. Some foul magic must have stolen your hooves, your graceful limbs, your fur to fend off the cool breeze of the night. 

All you had left were your antlers, but they couldn’t help you flee. You escaped your heels, kicking free from the tight shoes as though they were traps meant to hold you still for the hunters to find. The dress made you panic, the weight of it wearing you down like trash left to suffocate creatures too helpless to free themselves from human garbage. You tried to lift the heavy skirts while you ran, but the train dragged behind you, catching on roots and branches as you fled. 

Logic started to break through the adrenaline in bits and pieces, but the forest had pulled you into a dream.

“This isn’t a dream,” you panted to yourself, slowing down to lean against a tree. 

That wild panic had left you with no idea how long you’d been running, but your heart was trying to escape from your body, and your lungs struggled to catch up as you let yourself stop. 

That should be enough drama for Uncle’s show. Why should I care who catches me first? I have to date all of them anyway. 

And the fear was back. 

Nine men were about to stalk you through the woods at night, and you’d just run deeper into the darkness, like a fucking idiot.

Though you doubted that staying closer to the courtyard would have made you any safer. All of those leeches were here to watch the show. They’d probably already placed bets on which hunter would get his greedy hands on you first.

Don’t cry. 

You almost did. Every time you thought you could accept your fate, Uncle Cedrick found ways to make it more torturous, more humiliating. 

Apathy tried to protect you, a welcome friend that lulled your emotions to sleep until you stared into nothing, your logical mind reciting your thoughts on a loop to distract from what you were putting away.

I already gave the leeches a good show. It doesn’t matter who catches me first. 

Useless rage replaced your apathy in a flash at the memory of the traitor touching your skin. Shanks was the last man you wanted to catch you, but Uncle’s threats felt like hidden traps, like suffocating trash, like this stupid dress that snagged on every branch. 

I won’t give them anything else to hurt me with. 

Crashes and yells entered the forest like a storm, and you were the white stag again.

You ran. 

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

Shanks had only been gone for a day, but the clown found himself aching for him in a way he hadn’t in years. 

Letting Shanks back in had opened the door to all this shit he’d tried to stuff away, but he didn’t have room for all of these feelings right now. Not when his star was slurring her words, her voice high and distant while she tried to convince this fucking doctor that all their time together had meant nothing.

“It was all pretend. I was bored. I know it was risky behavior, I s-see that nn…”

“I’m glad you’re expressing that awareness, Y/N,” Dr. Vorsan’s voice bore down even through her frantic heartbeat, “but you still haven’t talked about the clown. It’s important that we understand our triggers so that we can prevent future episodes.”

She’s not breathing!

“You don’t want to have any more episodes, do you, Y/N?”

“No,” she agreed, though Buggy barely heard her over her now ragged breath. 

“Good. Part of staying well means cooperating with your treatment,” the slimeball purred. “Why did you go with the clown?”

“He was sweet. And funny... I liked him.”

Buggy looked to the ceiling, unknowable emotions pulling his face into a grimace. 

“You just told me that it was all pretend. That you were bored.”

“I, yes…”

“Clarity, Y/N,” the pompous creep scolded. “We can’t make changes if we don’t acknowledge our patterns. Why did you go with the clown?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Buggy growled.

The next words he heard had to be from her lips, but it sounded wrong, as though she’d been possessed by the concept of emptiness itself. His star was hollow. 

Gone. 

“I used him. I wanted to run. I’m selfish.”

No, baby, don’t say that.

The fucker didn’t say anything for too long. He couldn’t hear any rustling, only his empty star, breathing just enough to keep her alive. 

“Your family was very worried for you. That extreme, self destructive behavior—“

“I know,” Y/N snapped, then Buggy heard the sound of skin against skin, as though she’d slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m s-s-sorry, doctor, I…”

“It’s quite, alright, Y/N,” the man fucking chuckled. “You’ve just experienced an episode that must have caused some additional trauma, but you’re safe now.”

Buggy hadn’t taken notes, and he looked down to find a shredded notepad on his lap, his shaky hands clenching into the paper. 

“Do you want to be safe?”

“Yes, doctor,” Y/N stated, the gravity of a black hole in her voice. 

“Was it safe to run away with pirates?”

What the fuck is he doing to her? 

“No.”

“Good. Now, tell me about the clown.”

Circles and circles of this talk spun through Buggy’s mind, and it seemed like nothing was said, yet he could hear his star break a little more with every word. 

“I’ll rip his tongue out, baby. Make him eat it for you. Don’t listen to him.”

“Excellent work today. Self reflection is difficult, but it’s the only way to heal.”

“Thank… Thank you, doctor.”

“There’s no need to thank me. You have the power to stay well all on your own, as long as you put in the work to take care of yourself. Just try to remember the kind of life you wish to have. You don’t want to lose yourself in another episode, do you, Y/N?”

“No, doctor.”

The clown laid in silence for hours while his broken lover did the same. Somehow Y/N built herself up again, preparing to head to dinner with her sister, and her voice was almost as clear as it had been before the session. 

She keeps all of this inside… I didn’t even—

“Come on, little clown. Don’t eat dinner on the floor again.”

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

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~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

The Emperor of the Sea followed an usher to his seat, feeling high as he twirled the decorative arrow in his fingers. He was lucky to have made it in time, and luckier still that Y/N had looked at him like that. Shanks was sure that it wasn’t really lust in those magnetic eyes of hers. Buggy’s fallen star was difficult to read, but it had to be a message. An opening. 

I’ll get you out of here, Y/N. 

Even Benn’s smirking face couldn’t diminish the flames she’d warmed in him, his first mate pulling his seat out while he approached. The last few tables at the edge of the courtyard seemed filled with guests that were either late or large, the nearest competitor being the two story tall Prince Fukaboshi. 

Before Shanks could greet his rival, Sylvad’s voice carried through the night air, testing the Emperor’s ability to fake a smile. 

“Thank you all for joining our family as we celebrate the hunt for a new member! I am honored to help strengthen the Sylvad legacy by making sure that my enchanting niece finds the most loving, and of course, the most profitable match,” he admitted with a smug laugh. “Just as this marks the beginning of a new era for our family, I’m sure that most of you have sensed the shift in the waters.”

Cedrick paused for effect with Y/N posed like some pretty doll at his side while his guests murmured in agreement.

“For generations, the Sylvad’s have stood in enthusiastic support of the Marines. Although I still pay them an exorbitant amount to show up when I call, their many recent failures, and acts of overreaching, have shown them to be nothing more than expensive, and exceedingly annoying guard dogs.”

The laughter he drew was mixed, both nervous and pleased, and Shanks was sure he wasn’t the only one to catch the threat in those playful words. 

“The world is changing, and I intend to keep my family strong, even if we have to shoo the seagulls away,” he vowed with enough humor to keep the mood light. “But enough about all that, we’re here to enjoy ourselves. Let’s welcome in the New Era together with a good old fashioned hunt!”

Confusion was clouded by the applause Cedrick had demanded with his gestures and tone after he offered Y/N a hand. Watching that man touch her had Shanks’ jaw clenching, holding himself back while she truly looked like prey under his smirking grin.

“I think our white stag is feeling a bit skittish, but that's nothing a little chase can't fix. The first hunter to catch her claims the first date!”

Shanks watched in horror as Cedrick led his niece to the edge of the courtyard, speaking to her too softly to hear before she ran toward the trees, stumbling in that fucking costume he’d stuffed her into. 

Benn nudged his ankle, stopping Shanks from finishing his movement. Gryphon was on the ship anyway, and he wasn’t sure what use his sword would do other than to comfort his helpless soul.

I’m a villain now. Maybe I should just kill everyone here. 

He chugged the glass of wine in front of him, as though swallowing the liquor could help him swallow the layers of guilt that made no sense to him.

The bright light of that wounded star disappeared into the trees, but there was no reprieve. A large, white canvas was rolled out over the side of the manor walls while servants pushed a massive transponder snail on a wheeled cart up the path. The courtyard was silent until the snail’s eyes flickered, its mouth open as sounds of heavy breathing and snapping twigs came through before the live feed was projected. 

Two images appeared on that blank wall, bringing gasps and applause from the guests while Sylvad preened.

“In ten minutes,” he announced, doing a flourish as a timer popped up on the frantic screen, “the hunt for the white stag begins. The man that touches her first wins the hunt, and will earn the first private date tomorrow evening, as well as the pleasure of dining with the lovely doe tonight.”

The lovely doe in question was panting as she kicked off her heels, running barefoot through the woods. On the left was a jostled scene of darkness and trees, but as she looked down to lift her skirts, it was clear that a cam snail must be on her head, maybe hidden in those antlers. The second image continued to flip, showing her running and struggling through the brush from endless angles. 

Does he have a surveillance snail on every fucking tree on this island?

“What a strange courtship custom,” Prince Fukaboshi noted quietly, although his size let the words carry enough for Shanks to let out a sharp laugh, smiling up at the merman to cover his anger before Sylvad continued.

“You may woo my niece however you like, so long as it doesn’t cause her unsalvageable harm, or remove her from this island. I won’t have my vacation home turned into a war zone, so do watch your violence. I know that some of you have had disagreements in the past, but let’s keep the fighting to a minimum unless it’s part of a game, alright lads? We wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for everyone.”

Leeches…

Servants came around to all the tables to take bets from the guests while the courtyard followed the white stag’s every, panicked step. 

Hawk was right, this security is something else.

“This isn’t a dream.”

“Aww, isn’t she a darling,” a diamond-studded, older woman crooned, inspiring more guests to make noises about how precious she looked while she caught her breath, eyes blank as she leaned against a tree. 

“You’re gonna catch that little bunny, aren’t ya, Captain?”

Shanks let out a breath, finally breathing, when he met his first mate’s gaze. Benn was steady, the curve of his lips and shine of his eyes hiding the intensity from those that didn’t know him, but his captain recognized the look. 

It’s time to get serious.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

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~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

Easy silence wrapped around the three men during dinner, interspersed with deep, hushed voices, and the scratching of Buggy’s pen while he doodled. He couldn’t help but feel thankful for the less noteworthy hours that had passed since his star had met with the doctor. 

“Zala checked in,” Crocodile reported between bites. “Guess she wasn’t suited to the restaurant business after all.”

“That’s Miss Doublefinger, yes?”

“Not anymore,” he sighed at Mihawk’s question. “Zala used to work well with Daz Bonez, and she’s investigating Dr. Vorsan. Refused to help without bringing Marianne along though… Ms. Goldenweek.”

“The child,” Mihawk questioned, giving a gentle tilt to his head. His lover seemed to get touchy when his old organization was brought up. 

“She’s eighteen now,” came the curt answer, although the larger man almost smiled at those damn, golden eyes. 

“Uncle ChodeTick’s talking to her, taking a walk,” Buggy reported, guilt cutting them off before they could get too flirty. The clown scribbled his notes, the easy silence less easy now. 

Mihawk’s lifetime of dedication to becoming the strongest did nothing for him now. All he could do was watch every subtle, pained expression on Buggy’s face while he suffered, the bravest of them all. 

“The agents are infiltrating the asylum the doctor runs when he’s not fucking with our girl,” Crocodile shared, his voice hushed. 

“Sending a teenager to infiltrate an insane asylum? You are ruthless, aren’t you,” Mihawk flirted lightly. He was learning this man, and for the first time he wasn’t making excuses about why. His tone paid off, and he smirked at the playful look on that scarred face.

“Marianne‘ll be fine, I’m sure she’s looking forward to art therapy. Plus, Zala will— what’s wrong, Buggy?”

The clown gestured for silence while his face went red with rage, listening to the rules, and the threats that her monster of an uncle was caging his star with. 

“FUCK!!”

The nearly empty plates and glasses went flying as Buggy flipped the table, his body shaking in every direction, unable to sit with himself for another second.

“I’m pathetic! I can’t help her. I can’t fucking do ANYTHING!”

Crocodile and Mihawk caught as many pieces of him as they could, and wrapped themselves around Buggy until he breathed again, holding most of his body between them. 

“Don’t say that, Buggy.”

“Shh, little clown. You’ve done enough.”

“He’s gonna make her…” Buggy barely managed to choke out the sound, glad that the asshole had left her alone already. One more word from his lips would have made the him explode. 

Her words were worse though. 

“She said she’s gonna fuck the ones she…” He cried out between their now stiff bodies. “He threatened her with… She has to…”

“She has to do what, Buggy,” Crocodile asked, amazed at how steady his voice was while he knelt down to meet the clown’s tired eyes. He kept his hand stroking along his side, that body slumping instead of flying apart now. 

He couldn’t say it, exhaustion making the clown sway against Crocodile’s touch before he floated his hand toward the mess he’d made of the table. Mihawk caught the notepad, his eyes going apocalyptic as he read over Cedrick’s “rules” for the games.  

The swordsman wanted to fly into violence and rage, to turn to ice, and make everything in his path disappear. 

But Buggy’s eyes made him pause, the words on the page having too many consequences, too much weight. 

“Buggy, she said this in anger, did she not? I doubt she’ll really—“

“You didn’t hear him,” Buggy snapped, starting to float and pace while Crocodile read the notes. The clown snatched the notepad off the floor after the scarred man dropped it, his hand shaking with rage. 

“He’s twisted,” Buggy continued.

“He’s dead,” came a rough voice, the fury of a sandstorm barely contained in that vow. 

“Yes, he is,” Mihawk promised as he reached for Buggy. He pushed that lovely, blue hair behind the remaining ear, almost smiling at the ear plug he found. “We will get her out of there, but we need you sane. If our little rabbit needs to take care of herself, we’ll find a way to keep you—“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Buggy floated just out of reach, glaring down at the swordsman as though he’d started speaking some alien language. 

“You shouldn’t have to listen to that, little clown,” Crocodile soothed, resting his own rage when he realized what Mihawk was saying. “If it happens, we’ll make it loud over here so you can’t hear, or you could—“

“You want me to shove my fingers in my ears while her screams echo through the halls,” Buggy hissed. His anger was building up around him, heating the air, strangling any sense of peace from the room as those old words hit their mark. 

The two monsters under his glare froze, shame stunning them into silence. 

“You think I said I’d rather watch you fuck my star into oblivion just for FUN,” he seethed, his eyes going manic while he floated above them. “I’m a sick fuck, and ended up having flashy, old time, but that’s not why I had to watch.”

He was that frightening showman again, and they were drawn into his act. 

“I’m sorry, Bug—“

“I made myself watch while you took her from me,” he recalled in an almost sing-song voice that chilled the other men’s blood. “I watched and watched, because… I have to listen because…”

The crack in his own voice made him waver, dipping in the air a bit while he stared at the pained faces of these terrifying men. 

“What if they hurt her?”

Silence clashed with the cacophony inside their minds until Crocodile reached toward the clown again, gripping into his shoulder, and sending fear flashing through him while their faces grew closer. 

“We’ll kill them.”

“B-but–”

“Come on, brave, little clown,” Crocodile breathed over his trembling lips. “Why don’t you show me all your toys, huh? How many Buggy Balls would it take to blow up that whole fucking island if we need to?”

As they sighed, falling into the relief of distraction together, Mihawk sank against the wall, becoming nothing more than a threatening statue. He could have tried to grab onto the lifeline his lovers had just created, that comforting moment of camaraderie in violence while the clown indulged in and shared one of his favorite topics.

Yet, the swordsman couldn’t let it go. 

His little rabbit, forced to bed her captors again. 

She’s strong. She’s wicked. She’ll enjoy herself. Then we’ll get her back.

The fear that Y/N might enjoy herself enough to not want to return left Mihawk sick. He had to step outside, wandering down to the garden he’d barely thought of since she was no longer there to smell it on him. 

He found himself fisting into the dirt in that walled garden, huffing a laugh when he smelled the faint, sour scent on his fingers before wiping them on his pants. Red flashed in his mind, and the ex-Warlord sat in the dirt, wishing that love and trust were as simple to cultivate as the garden he’d been too preoccupied to plant. 

“I trust you,” Mihawk whispered to his red haired lover across the sea. The thought of how insufferable Shanks would be if he ever uttered those words in front of him brought a soft smile to his lips. “Please, bring her back. I need her by my side.”

~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

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~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Time was a human construct, and as your ungraceful body ran like the prey he had transformed you into, you couldn’t tell how long it took for the yells and crashes to race toward you. 

Eternity. 

One fucking second.

A clearing appeared before you, but as you stepped into the open space, an impossible man filled up your world. He knelt down, still towering over you, and all the sounds of chaos in the forest faded while his crimson eyes asked for permission.

Katakuri reached for you, his massive hand outstretched, but he didn’t grab you. 

There was no way you could describe the subtle shift in those stunning eyes when you lifted your hand to take his, but they went wide before you made contact, his hand shooting out impossibly fast behind you. The giant of a man wasn’t fast enough, and cold fear poured through you before you had a warm body wrapped around yours from behind.

“I’ve got you, bunny,” Shanks purred, breathing a little hard as he pressed his lips against your ear. His arm was wrapped around you, holding you tight, as though you were a prize the others would try to tear from his grip. 

You wished they would.

“If we were allowed to wear our raid suits we would have–”

“Don’t complain, brother,” a taunting voice floated through the trees while Shanks looked you over, never taking his hand off of you while he guided you through the trees. “We’ll have plenty more chances. Our little bride likes being hunted, remember? You heard what the old man said about the Cross–”

A strange noise left your throat when Shanks bent down to wrap his arm under your thighs, lifting you up over his shoulder before running too fucking fast. Running until you saw the lovely lanterns again, until the courtyard came into view.

Your own bedraggled image was spread across the outer wall of the manor, the huge snail showing two screens that flashed through replays of your pathetic race and capture. It showed a few highlights of the hunters, including Shanks smashing through what looked like a wall of giant crackers, and Iceburg crawling on the ground in the wrong direction. Now they displayed various angles of the winner carrying his prize.

Shanks was surreal. No one cheered for the slab of meat he’d claimed, not when the Emperor of the Sea looked like some dark god of the forest, a hero bringing home a feast to his starving people.

The image had you closing your eyes, playing into the exhaustion so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. 

“Red Haired Shanks, everyone,” Uncle announced as he slowed the audience’s applause, and you opened your eyes to find him beside you, leading your captor to the head table. “The emperor has earned the first private date tomorrow evening, as well as the seat of honor tonight. I hope everyone worked up an appetite.”

I’m not here.

Both men had their hands on you while they propped you up between them, and you faced the courtyard to find the ravenous guests practically drooling over the sight of your torn and dirty dress. Thankfully your back was to the screen, so you didn’t have to keep watching yourself stumbling through the dark. 

The stragglers made their way back, and your mind kept spacing, floating while your torturers chatted, until dinner arrived. 

Servants carried a long stretch of table over the stone path, “ooh’s” and “aah’s” making you more nauseated the closer it got, until they laid out the mythical beast before you. 

Your uncle had caught a white stag. 

He had caught it, killed it, and was laughing while its dead eyes stared at you, its useless antlers like some tragic centerpiece. Uncle Cedrick ordered its flesh to be passed to every plate, so that each of his friends might share in his auspicious meal. 

“Here’s to those with the heart of a hunter,” he toasted. “May your arrows always hit their mark.”

Every bite they took tore through your own skin, the slow prey gone still while the pack of wolves enjoyed their meal. An animal again, your mind was incapable of reason or words, but even the soul of the deer could feel this truth pulsing deep within the bones that the monsters hadn’t yet picked clean.

You would not survive this. They were going to devour you whole.

~~~

“Y/N? Sis? Are you okay?”

Some part of you that only existed for your sister reacted to the worry in her voice, blinking up at her while she carefully pulled the antlers off of your head. Another image of the deer’s mutilated body flashed through your mind as you watched her hold them to her chest before turning away, hurrying toward the door. You stared, thoughts thankfully leaving your mind while she threw the cursed antlers down the corridor.

“Are you okay,” she checked in again when she returned her gentle fingers to your hair.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, voice coming out raw. “Where is everyone?”

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” Kat assured. Her sharp eyes were wider than normal, but your urge to comfort her couldn’t break through your exhaustion, your delirium. “I didn’t think you’d want all the servants around.”

Gratitude swelled with the lump in your throat while Kat’s soft fingers transformed you, bringing you back to humanity. 

“I’m sorry he’s still such an asshole to you,” your sister breathed, starting to clean the scrapes that littered your legs and feet. “Running through the forest like… You’re getting married, not hunted. He didn’t need to make it so… I’m sorry.”

“Married,” you gave a tired laugh, closing your eyes before you went down the spiral. A hiss left your lips, your body jolting when she dabbed at a particularly unpleasant scrape.

“I’m going to call Dr. Gilli,” Kat announced, stopping you from digging your nails into your thighs. “No one else, and I’ll stay with you, okay?”

“No pills. No shots,” you ordered, too frantic to care about holding it in. 

“Of course not,” she sighed when your breathing started to calm. “I just don’t want to be responsible for your legs falling off from infection. Is that alright with you, sis?”

“Fine.” The slight teasing Kat had managed to put in her tone made your lips twitch, but that hint of relief took all of your energy. Your sister stayed with you, holding your hand while the family doctor looked you over.

Dr. Gilli had always been sweet to you, but the sight of your blood on her gloves while she gushed about how beautiful you looked, and how lucky you were to have such a romantic engagement, made you want to kick that sweet face in. 

“Thank you, doctor,” Kat frowned, shooing the woman out just in time before you punched her in the throat for asking you about babies. 

Kat helped you into bed, crawling in beside you like you were kids again. 

You used to be the big sister. Four years had always felt like such a big gap, especially with everything you had tried to protect her from. 

Until you couldn’t even protect yourself, and Kat had to become the big sister. 

Gratitude and guilt over that fact could never balance out, and as much as you loved her and needed her right now, you ached for her to leave so you could break down. 

Instead, slow tears stained your pillowcase while her comforting presence held you in a quiet cage. 

“It’s only a month,” she whispered while she stroked your hair. “We’re going to find the best husband for you, and then you’ll take over the company. I know it’s scary, but I believe in you, Y/N, just like dad did… I know you’re ready, and I’ll be right here with you.”

Kat’s misplaced trust froze you for what felt like hours, but somehow you fell asleep. Your name echoed through a storm while you watched the wolves tear into her flesh, helpless to keep your sister from the starving beasts.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

For a split second upon waking on the morning of the banquet, Buggy’s first thought hadn’t been panic for her absence, but a hum of pleasure at the warmth surrounding him. 

Guilt sent him flying into pieces to escape Crocodile and Mihawk’s arms, and they blinked up at him as though they’d forgotten her too. Buggy only relaxed when he saw the reality of the day harden their faces. 

Another day full of hushed voices, and waiting. Scribbled notes, and stifled comfort. Fear, and an unsteady hope that Shanks would be the hero again. 

~~~

“What’s this,” Buggy growled at the wide eyed, young pirate that had set down a bright blue cocktail on Y/N’s desk. He’d found himself sitting there tonight, updating the other men while the suitors were introduced, and he closed his eyes to stay focused on the muffled voices. 

The clown had started to panic earlier when his star was told to leave her locket behind, almost losing her because his gift didn’t fit the “theme.” She must have stuffed it into her dress from the way her heart thumped even louder within him, and he coughed to fight the heat in his throat.

I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.

“You like sweet drinks, don’t you?”

Buggy jolted, pretending that surprised squeak hadn’t just left his throat before he met Crocodile’s eyes across the room. 

“Y-yeah,” Buggy frowned, but he avoided the collection of garnishes and tiny umbrellas to take a sip from the curly straw. He found the taste of pineapple, coconuts, and sooo much sugar, covering up the rum that he most definitely needed. “Thanks.”

The scarred man raised a brow, and Mihawk’s soft chuckle from his own desk added to the shiver going up Buggy's spine.

They’re trying to distract me… 

“Thanks, daddy,” Buggy corrected, almost smiling at that frightening, but pleased face until her voice filled with hope.

‘Mr. Iceburg?’

“Mr. Iceburg,” he repeated while her heart went wild. 

“Iceburg,” Crocodile asked quietly, looking at his own notes. “From Galley La? He wasn’t on the list…”

“She knows him already,” Buggy reported. He tried to let it mean nothing. “She likes him.”

“Of course, Sylvad’s has had ties with Water 7 for generations,” Crocodile nodded, rubbing his hand over his face. 

“She may like him, but she loves you,” Mihawk startled him as he appeared beside her desk. “Don’t forget.”

“I’d never forget that,” Buggy snapped, sighing when wicked fingers teased over his tense shoulders, helping him focus.

He focused on her breath, her heart, while she met all the men vying to touch her, to take her. He focused on trying not to freak out the longer the night went on without hearing that familiar, heroic voice. Their best chance.

“Something’s wrong,” Buggy rasped, hardly hearing Crocodile's chair thump onto the new carpet over the deafening silence of his star forgetting to breathe. It seemed like her heart had stopped beating, until her uncle’s grating voice came through, and then it pounded like a bird smashing itself against a window to try to escape.

“The clothes suit you well, Emperor.”

“I had no idea that fashionable friends could be so generous,” Shanks charmed, his voice a miracle. “Or that I’d have the pleasure of meeting such a gorgeous, little bunny again so soon. Sorry, you're a gorgeous, little doe, aren’t you?”

“It’s Shanks,” Buggy shared, almost jealous of the relief that washed over their faces before he closed his eyes to the world again.

Shanks played the roguish pirate to perfection, and Buggy had no notes for his performance. Even muffled, Sylvad’s voice was clearly satisfied, eating up the Emperor’s words. 

“Red Hair made it? He’s a suitor?”

The soft questions ripped Buggy’s eyes open, and the relief he still saw there made him sick. 

“She hates him.”

“What do you–”

“Who does she–”

“She HATES SHANKS!” 

Buggy didn’t notice when he’d flown into pieces, but he floated erratically before them, trying to understand, trying to explain. 

“How… She didn’t say that out loud, did she,” Mihawk asked after a pause, studying his movements. 

“Why would she hate him,” Crocodile mused. His silver eyes stripped him down as he stepped too close.

“How the fuck would I know,” Buggy yelled, horror filling his veins at the way her heart seemed to fight itself in its cage. “This is how she sounds when she’s with Uncle ShitFuck, or that fucking doctor! She hates Shanks. She HATES HIM! What are we gonna do?”

“Shh, shh, darling,” Mihawk breathed, catching Buggy’s face in both hands while his body still flew through the air. “Y/N thought he was going to steal you from her. If she hasn’t forgiven him, then we’ll just have to find another way.”

“But she–”

Every floating piece of him stuttered in the air when cruel lips kissed his so sweetly. 

“I am long overdue for a hunting trip,” the swordsman teased over his skin, twisting those wicked fingers into his hair. “Having all three of us here is a waste. I’ll go thin out the competition.”

“No.”

The refusal was deep, yet gentle, and that scarred face towered over them both while Crocodile tugged at Mihawk’s chin. 

“We’re not doing that. We can’t go against her wishes, not until we know why she’s doing this.”

Buggy felt pain searing behind his eyes while he tried to listen to two things at once: Cedrick Sylvad’s speech, and the moral dilemma of these ex-Warlords.

“I agree,” Mihawk said evenly, barely sparing a glance while Buggy brought his body back together beside him. “But these men want our little rabbit, and her illustrious name for their own reasons. If it’s possible to convince the worst of them to drop out, then we should try.”

“Are you running away again,” Crocodile sighed, the pressure in the air making Buggy want to sink to the floor.  

“Don’t worry, daddy,” Mihawk purred, expertly slicing through all the tension in the room. “I have a spare earpiece snail, so you can scold me all you like while I’m away.” 

‘Did you hear me,’ Cedrick seemed to hiss at Buggy, swimming in guilt for falling into the distraction of the men before him. 

“Chase?”

“What is it,” Mihawk checked in, scanning his face. 

“No,” the clown paused, more endless horror pouring into him. He had to step away, the sounds of her panic while she raced through the woods sending him into helpless rage. The other men let him feel into it, until he rounded on them again. 

“They’re hunting her like an animal,” Buggy seethed, flinching at the sound of his star falling, panting, pushing herself on. “She’s terrified, she’s– Fuck this!”

A wave of sand hit the door before Crocodile blocked his path, only fueling that need to protect her. 

“Marines on call. Germa Kingdom. Big Mom Pirates. Fishman royalty. And we still don’t know what kind of security forces Sylvad keeps on the island, not to mention whatever the Concealer keeps around him, or the President of Galley La,” the larger man listed, his voice firm, but going soft when he touched Buggy’s cheek. “The second you hear our sweet girl ask for help, or say that she doesn’t wanna be there, I will drain them all to dust… but we still don’t know what he has on her. She told us she wanted to go.”

‘This isn’t a dream…’

In a trance, the clown let the other men lead him to that flashy, green couch, his notepad and fruity drink set up on the new coffee table while he slumped into her spot between them. 

“Shanks got her,” he reported, unable to share in their relief with the sound of her strangled breaths so loud in his head. He could barely hear a thing in her world now, the muffled voices beyond theirs were too difficult to make out, especially when another heartbeat filled his mind. His old friend must have been carrying her, and the sound of both of their hearts pounding so close made his gloves damp when he rubbed at his tired eyes. 

“Don’t worry,” Mihawk tugged at him gently until Buggy curled in against his exposed chest. The swordsman didn’t recoil from the faded paint, or the hot tears that streaked down his skin the longer the clown let himself stay there. “If our little rabbit doesn’t trust our hero, then we’ll just convince the rest of the suitors to give up the hunt.”

“Try not to start any wars, little prince,” Crocodile hummed, setting his massive hand over Mihawk’s where it was resting on Buggy’s thigh. 

“War is tedious. I am looking forward to a peaceful life,” Mihawk vowed, stroking Buggy’s hair while the man let exhaustion relax him deeper into his lap. “We just need to retrieve our lovers first.”

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Oh sweetie, you look so–”

“Take a bite.”

Mom’s too shiny smile hardened slightly before she tasted your oatmeal, avoiding the servants that hovered around you in clouds of makeup and hair spray. 

“You’re about to have brunch with your suitors,” she reminded you when you snatched the food from her, practically inhaling it before more pencils or brushes could touch your lips. “Don’t you think it will look strange if you don’t eat with them?”

“You don’t seem to care how strange it looks to sell off your own daughter,” you laughed, noticing a servant’s eyes widen just a fraction when they took your empty bowl. “I’m cooperating, but I will not be leaving my food or drinks unattended until I feel safer. You want your child to feel safe, don’t you, mother?”

“I found some,” Kat beamed when she barged through the door, waving a deck of playing cards above her head. She tossed it to you, and you gasped, surprised that you caught it from the air before it could hit one of the staff. Thankfully, the full skirted dress you’d been stuffed into this morning had pockets, so you tucked your little game away, forcing your mom to taste the rest of your breakfast before the brunch dates began.

But Kat was making that face. Little sister face. 

“What’s that,” you gestured toward the item she had tried to conceal when she sat across from you, tucking it behind her body.

“Just some trash I found in the hall. Do you want some more coffee?”

“Give it,” you ordered, giving her big sister face.

“It’s nothing we didn’t already know, okay? So just…”

“At least I’m not the only one being used,” a sharp laugh left your throat. “How much berry do you think he’s making off of this game?”

Mom ordered the staff to leave before leaning toward Kat, and didn’t whisper quietly enough on her way out.

“Brunch is about to start. Make sure she looks presentable.”

“Can’t sell me off if I'm not pretty, can you?”

“Y/N,” she started, looking convincingly hurt, but Kat got her out of the room before either of you could make it worse. 

You stared at the “trash” in your lap, the crisp scent of expensive ink and paper filling your lungs while you examined the brochure. 

‘Which Hunter Will Claim Her?’

That tantalizing question was scrawled across every page, while the nine suitors each had their own section, their profile, their face, and a stupid little quote about winning you. This barbaric game was disguised behind a snooty font spread over images of dappled sunlight through Sylvad trees, and decorated with arrows and leaves.

Cedar leaves.

You wanted to tear it to shreds, but you were pulled in, studying every detail.

~~~~~~

~~~~~~

Giberson

Age: Couldn’t Recall

Height: Misplaced Measurements

Birthday: August 14th

Title: “Warehouseman”

Favorite Food: Rye Whiskey

How he plans to win: “I’m sure the lovely lady and I will have a delightful time. You don’t get to be my age without learning a few tricks.”

~

Ichiji

Age: 21

Height: 186 cm (6'1")

Birthday: March 2

Title: Prince of the Germa Kingdom

Favorite Food: Strawberries and Whiskey

How he plans to win: "I’m a Vinsmoke."

~

Niji

Age: 21

Height: 185 cm (6'1")

Birthday: March 2nd

Title: Prince of the Germa Kingdom

Favorite Food: Blueberries and Scotch

How he plans to win: “She’s coming with us. If I don’t win, there’s two more Vinsmoke’s.”

~

Yonji

Age: 21

Height: 194 cm (6'4")

Birthday: March 2

Title: Prince of the Germa Kingdom

Favorite Food: Green Peas

How he plans to win: “I wouldn’t mind ending up with a woman like her, so I’m gonna turn her into a princess.”

~

Iceburg

Age: 40

Height: 199 cm (6'6")

Birthday: January 3

Title: President of the Galley-La Company, and Mayor of Water 7

Favorite Food: Curry Made by an Old Friend. A Drunk, Old Friend.

How he plans to win: “Mm, well... I suppose I’ll win because I know her best.”

~

Fukaboshi

Age: 24

Height: 604 cm (19’10”)

Birthday: February 4th

Title: Prince of the Ryugu Kingdom

Favorite Food: Abalone Steak

How he plans to win: “I hope that she carries peace in her heart. If she does, I will stop at nothing to earn her love.”

~

Cracker

Age: 45

Height: 307 cm (10'1")

Birthday: February 28th

Title: Sweet Commander of the Big Mom Pirates, and the Minister of Biscuit

Favorite Food: Biscuits. Dislikes Kimchi and Carbonated Drinks.

How he plans to win: “Easy. I’ll outdo them all.”

~

Katakuri

Age: 48

Height: 509 cm (16'8½")

Birthday: November 25th

Title: Sweet Commander of the Big Mom Pirates, and the Minister of Flour

Favorite Food: Doughnuts. Dislikes hot ramen.

How he plans to win: “I will win because I must.”

~

Shanks

Age: 39

Height: 199 cm (6'6")

Birthday: March 9

Title: Emperor of the Sea

Favorite Food: Kimchi Fried Rice and Lobster. Dislikes Blueberries.

How he plans to win: “Just gonna show the cutie a good time.”

~~~~~~

‘Make Your Bets Now!’

Kat was right. You knew that the audience was enjoying the game, gambling while you just tried to survive, trying to secure the least abhorrent future that you could. 

“Venison…”

“Heeyyy,” Kat fumbled through positivity as she pulled the brochure from your white-knuckled grip. ��At least we know how tall they are now!”

“I love you,” you thanked her, amazed that you could still laugh.

~~~

“Such pretty, little fingers… I hope I pass your test.”

“It’s not a test,” you lied, shuffling cards instead of tearing the old man’s eyes out. “Just a game.”

“It has to be the Queen of Hearts,” Giberson winked over his Bloody Mary.

“It’s the Four of Diamonds.”

“So you are choosing the next winner,” he scolded lightly when your prediction was revealed.

“How could I possibly choose when I have so many charming options,” you reminded him as you pushed the deck across the table so he could shuffle for himself. You weren’t ready to pick and choose between these hunters. There’d been no time to feel them out. 

So they had to guess.

The lighthearted brunch felt anything but with so many eyes on your skin, especially with Uncle’s giant projector snail that blew up your image across the building again. All the smaller snails circled around you, their slow, unreal eyes reminding you how trapped you were.

Always trapped.

“That’s alright, dear. Making decisions is tough, isn’t it? I’ve been hearing about what a smart girl you are though! So, what’s the card?”

The old man’s condescension was so typical, you were contemplating rooting for him, just so you could end up with a predictable partner.

“Jack of Hearts,” you smiled after counting down twenty two cards out loud, yet again.

“Whew, that sure is something,” Giberson waved the Jack of Hearts he’d revealed, making sure the rest of the guests could see while he bragged about you, as though your skills were somehow reflective of his own talents. 

As though he already owned you.

“You shuffled,” you teased, guiding him to set up the trick one more time. “Can you guess the card?”

“Queen of Hearts,” he winked again.

Gross. At least he might die soon, that’s a plus.

~~~

“You look beautiful this morning, Y/N,” the firstborn Vinsmoke brother purred when he took Giberson’s seat. 

Every moment was on full display for the other suitors, and for the guests that had stayed on the island for the entertainment. It seemed that the courtyard was to be your new realm, with plenty of space for your much taller dates to join you at your little breakfast table that was set up on a slightly elevated platform. 

A stage. 

“Thank you, Prince Ichigi. You’re looking quite well yourself.”  

Fuck.

It wasn’t a lie, and your pulse sped at the smug smile he gave when he tilted his head down to examine you over his dark, red glasses. 

There was something dangerous in that smile, and the fact that he didn’t even try to hide it made you pause, not sure how best to deal with this entitled prince.

“What does our lovely bride enjoy when she’s not being chased,” Ichiji purred, already claiming you with his words. His sunglasses did little to hide his eyes as they raked over your skin. 

“I enjoy numbers. Mathematics,” you almost squeaked. Heat rose up to your cheeks while you started to shuffle the cards, noticing the number “1” embroidered on his maroon cloak while you explained the goal of the card trick. 

“Seven of Clubs.”

“I’m sorry, Prince Ichiji, you’re wrong again.”

You had to risk a small sip from your untested water glass to fight the dryness on your tongue.

“That’s alright,” Ichiji teased, nodding at the sound of bells marking his time. “That’s why my family always brings numbers.”

“My turn, brother,” the blue haired prince announced as he clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Be nice to our little princess, Niji,” he ordered, pressing your knuckles to his lips before heading back toward the rest of his family. 

“Of course,” your new date smirked, leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped behind that blue head of hair. 

The large spikes and swoops of his hairstyle covered one of his eyes under his gold sunglasses, hiding one of the eyebrows that you kept trying not to glance at. The three brothers shared an odd curl to the ends of their brows, You couldn’t tell if it was a cosmetic choice, but didn’t want to risk insulting such powerful men in case they were sensitive about it.

“Don’t tell me my brother already wore you out,” he clicked his tongue, snapping you out of your memories. 

“I’m so sorry, Prince Niji, I must still be tired from the banquet. What were you saying?”

“Fetch our little bride some coffee,” he snapped at the nearest servant, banging lightly on the table until the dishes rattled.

His harsh tone was almost enough to make you forget your precautions, but you had enough to worry about without the uncertainty of who prepared your drink.

That curly brow raised with satisfied surprise when you rested your hand over his, his lips parting while he ate up your act.

“Would you mind sharing your coffee, Prince Niji? I’d hate to waste any more of our time waiting to wake up.”

“What’s mine is yours, princess,” Niji purred. He caught your hand as you pulled away, and you let him hold it while you drank from his mug. His coffee was unbelievably sweet.

Stop. Don’t think about…

“Thank you,” you hummed, swallowing the heat in your throat while you tried to not to look at his blue hair with that practically syrupy coffee still on your tongue. “Will you help me with a little trick?”

~~~

“It’s up to you, little brother,” Niji reported when his time ran out. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve been watching these pretty hands,” Yonji assured him, kissing your fingers before he sat down. His dark eyes seemed fierce without colored glasses to hide them, and his green hair was slicked back instead of swooping up and out like his older brothers. He wasn’t hiding his interesting features.

“So you think you know the trick,” you challenged, giving him a chance. 

“I think I’ll win your heart,” he swooned, and the sappy look on his face made your hands fumble while you shuffled the deck. 

He focused intently now as you laid them out, and revealed certain cards, counting down to the guess. 

“What card is—“

“Three of Spades,” he blurted out. “What’s your guess?”

“Three of Clubs.”

“Again.”

The youngest prince refused your small talk, avoiding your gaze until his final guess.

“King of Hearts,” Yonji beamed, puppy dog eyes finally on your face again. “What’s your guess, princess?”

Would it be weird to marry Kat’s favorite?

You didn’t glance at your sister, but knew she’d be watching while the green haired prince scored the first point, hearts practically floating around his head when you revealed the card. 

“I told you, princess,” Yonji vowed as he stole a quick peck to your cheek. “I’ll be the one to win your heart.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~⚫~~~

The man that had won your heart beamed when he saw you gazing up at him. His blue hair seemed to glow in the sun, but nothing could gleam like those strong arms, slick with sweat while he climbed down the ropes to meet you on the deck of the ship.

“Oh my, look at you,” Iceburg hummed, tying a bandana over his hair to catch that salty water before it dripped down his face. You stared at those gorgeous, purple tattoos that crawled down his shoulders and arms before he patted the top of your head. “Where’s your dad hiding?”

“He had to take a call, but I helped him write this proposal, so he said I could bring it to you,” you squirmed, handing him the file.

“He’s got you working at thirteen,” he whistled, taking the document while he shook his head. 

“I’m fourteen now,” you declared. 

You couldn’t keep yourself from rolling onto your toes a bit, lifting your chin in hopeful challenge. 

“You’re gonna be running things soon, huh,” he smirked.

Mind going absolutely blank under his attention, you just gaped at him like a fucking creep.

“This ship’s almost finished.” Iceburg leaned close, knocking on the railing behind you. “Would you like a tour? It is your family’s wood that makes it so strong, after all.”

“I– Are you sure? I’ll be fine waiting if you need to get back to work. You don’t need to watch me.”

The desire to follow him around like a puppy was overpowered by the distaste at him feeling the need to babysit you, but the look on his face made you laugh, forgetting it all.

“I don’t wanna go back to work,” the handsome shipwright complained, scrunching up his face in a pout that rivaled your sister’s. “I’d rather show you around, and grab some lunch when your dad gets here. Can we?”

“Okay!”

~~~

This gorgeous, lovely man knew more about Sylvad wood than most of dad’s executives. Listening to him talk about it always made you happy, knowing that your family was part of something so important, so loved. 

Iceburg led you through the ship, telling you how he had worked each piece of lumber, how it all moved with the wind and the waves, even guiding you to slide your hand along the trees your family had grown, smooth and silky to the touch after he’d treated them. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” he praised softly, watching your hand against the wood before pulling a pen from his toolbelt. “Well, let’s go get some food, girlie. You can tell your dad what a great job you did presenting your proposal.”

“But you didn’t even read it,” you blurted out, shocked when he pressed the document against a wall to sign his name.

“You and Arbo are good people, plus you’ve got the best lumber in the world,” he laughed while he led you up the stairs toward the sound of footsteps. “I trust you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Iceburg… but you just agreed to build a small fleet to expand our shipping operations in the East Blue. Are you sure you’ll have time for that while you help Tom finish the sea train? Hi, daddy!”

“There’s my girl,” your dad grinned, kissing your temple when you joined him on the deck. “Make any deals without me?”

Iceburg handed the document over, waving his own copy in your direction. Your skin flushed with heat again when he snuck you a wink while your dad glanced at his signature. 

“She’s very convincing. You’ll be able to retire in no time if she keeps this up.”

He was the perfect man. Strong, kind, silly, sweet, and so painfully hot, it drove you mad. You’d had a few crushes on your classmates over the last couple of years, but nothing compared to the way you felt when Iceburg looked at you like that. 

“I don’t doubt it,” your dad praised. He wrapped his arm around the shipwright’s shoulders, nodding his head toward the docks. “Is Kokoro still making that delightful curry?”

“I’ll never let her stop,” Iceburg laughed while he led the way. “Tom should be over there too, let’s go grab some lunch and catch up.”

“Sounds perfect. Do you want to come, sweetheart?”

~~~⚫~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

He’s not who I thought he was. He’s a creep. Another leech trying to latch on and drain as much berry from me as he can. Don’t forget. 

You were pathetic, getting flustered while he watched your hands, his calm voice taking away all your caution. 

“I have to apologize,” Iceburg hummed while you shuffled.

“Why is that?”

“Mm, well,” he looked down at his striped jacket while he patted his pocket. “I left Tyrannosaurus with my secretary. I didn’t think bringing a pet would be… I should be more focused on you.”

“What do you— oh!”

The cards scattered across the table when you jumped, laughter sneaking out of you. 

“This is Velociraptor,” Iceburg announced as a field mouse crawled out of his breast pocket. “I found him during the chase, I hope it’s alright to have pets during our stay. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine, sorry,” you recovered from losing yourself in that laughter before gathering the cards again. Your eyes were still watering when you watched the cute creature dive back into his pocket after a few soft pets from his strong fingers. “Can you guess the card?”

“Oh my,” his brows furrowed, watching your waiting hands. “I really need to pay attention, don’t I? I’d love to spend some more time with you.”

He leaned forward, his height making him tower over you at the little table, and you found yourself blinking up at him.

Forgetting.

“I…”

“Is it the Seven of Clubs?”

“No, Mr… No, Iceburg.”

~~~

Prince Fukaboshi was led through the courtyard by a few attendants, both fishmen and mermen featured amongst the group. He looked down at you, mouth opening to speak before Uncle’s voice carried over.

“Why don’t we give our hunter a closer look?”

Grabbing onto the edge of the table took all of your focus, and you knew that your fake smile fell when you started moving through the air. The ground flew away, the wooden platform beneath you rising up toward the prince, gentle surprise on his face.

The snails on the table didn’t seem phased by the change in elevation, and it was hard to pretend they didn’t exist while they slowly shifted positions to better capture you and your date for the audience below. 

You decided not to look down to determine what kind of contraption had lifted you so high, instead looking at the prince before you. Fukaboshi took up your entire field of vision, and it was easy to see the concern on his expansive face.

“Are you alright, Miss Sylvad?”

His teeth look so sharp…

“Please, Prince Fukaboshi,” you trembled, focusing on the cards as much as you could, “call me Y/N. Can you guess the— oh, I’m sorry, are you familiar with these sorts of playing cards?”

You were barely hanging on. He spoke, he guessed, and you could feel the rumble of his voice even though your mind wasn’t quite letting it in. Your body performed without you, your lips reciting words that carried no meaning. 

“This courtship custom is unlike any I have seen before,” the prince frowned while you set up the cards for the last guess. “Since it is all strange to me, I couldn’t be certain, but…”

The pause was long enough for you to meet his eyes, so large, and filled with what looked like compassion. 

No. 

“Miss Y/N, I am seeking your hand so that my people can gain protection and resources so that they never suffer the cruelty and humiliation of slavery again,” Fukaboshi declared. The snails on the table lowered their eyes, but his voice boomed too loud to hide. 

Bells. 

“That is—“

“I never want to see anyone treated the way my sister was by those monsters at the Reverie.”

“Monsters?”

The dangerous question barely made it past your lips before the platform jolted, slowly bringing you down, away from his determined face while the bells kept ringing. 

“Are you being held against your will? I cannot abide another moment of this if you are being used like a pet for their amusement.”

“N-no,” you panicked, craning your neck to see him while you shook your head, hands pleading, voice dripping with lies. “You are so kind, thank you, Prince Fukaboshi! I’m sorry, I must seem scared, but I’m just nervous. This is all a bit overwhelming, but I promise I am glad to be here!”

“Your turn’s over, Prince. You heard the girl.”

Cracker’s manic smile appeared as the table sank to the ground. It felt like your frantic heart had been left in the sky, floating up there with those huge, concerned eyes. 

“Thank you, Prince Fukaboshi,” you beamed, feeling forever selfish at the temptation. 

I can’t risk a stranger, a whole kingdom. I’m not worth it. 

Neither of us would make it out alive anyway. 

“It has been my honor,” he said evenly, though his eyes were scanning the crowd now, a new tension held within his enormous, warrior’s body. 

The snails woke up, those slow moving eyes reminding you that the show must go on.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?” 

Cracker sat down, and the platform probably should have lifted a bit as the shirtless man was closer to your reality, but he was still even taller than… 

You had to stop comparing these men to your daydreams. 

“Eight of Diamonds… Damn,” he brushed off his loss before looming over you. His dark, brown glove was softer than you expected it to be when he cupped your cheek, almost the whole side of your face. 

“You understand family duties, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod under the wild look he gave you.

He’s fucking unstable.

“That’s good. Family is everything.”

Is he flirting? 

A dangerous giggle almost escaped, but you kept it in, smiling sweetly while he failed every guess.

The bells finally rang out, but they couldn’t save you from his last words, his promise.

“Our family needs you, Y/N. I don’t care if you’re my wife or my sister, I’ll protect you with my life.”

~~~

This time you were grateful for the moving platform, a reason to look away from Cracker’s confident face. The true reason for the movement came into view, his brother waiting patiently for you to settle just below his eye level. 

Those eyes… 

Charlotte Katakuri was too fucking tall. Too fucking scary. Crimson eyes assessed you, his arched brows and sharp nose not nearly harsh enough to distract from those thick, dark lashes of his.

He’s too fucking pretty.

Now that you were this close, you could see scars on both of his cheeks. They led down toward his mouth, still concealed by that massive scarf. Prince Fukaboshi’s sharp teeth came to mind when you wondered what he could be hiding, so you shuffled and shuffled, trying to think about anything else.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” his polite voice made you shiver, seeming to vibrate the elevated stage you were perched on. 

“Same to you, Katakuri,” your voice shook. You couldn’t afford to show this much fear. Predators always looked for weak prey. “Would you mind helping me with a little trick?”

“If that’s what you wish,” he agreed. There was no way to tell if the hint of a smile you heard in his voice was truly hidden beneath his scarf, but it set you on edge, nonetheless. 

“Can you guess the card?”

“It’s the Ten of Hearts.”

He stated it as if it were true, as if he were simply remarking on the weather around him.

And it was true. You’d known it before you revealed it, this simple math trick like the comforting rhythm of a familiar heartbeat. 

“You’re right,” you breathed when you turned it over. “Care to go again?”

Katakuri nodded slowly, but his eyes never left your face, ignoring the cards on the table until you asked for his next guess.

“The Queen of Hearts.”

“Yes. Have you seen this trick before?”

“In a way,” came his cryptic response. “Shall we go again?”

He definitely wasn’t paying attention to the cards. Those stunning eyes were so fucking intense as they bore into your skin that you almost forgot to do the math before you asked for his next guess.

Then you wished you had forgotten.

“What’s the–”

“Shuffle again.”

“But you haven’t–”

You stopped breathing when one of his giant hands shot toward you, his fingers sooo fucking big when he laid them over yours. 

Delicate. This giant was gentle when he covered your hands, covered the cards, practically covered half the little table.

“This card makes you sad,” he whispered, though there was no point with all the surveillance, and with his booming voice at the center of attention. But still, he whispered. “Why don’t you shuffle again?”

Fuck. fuckfuckfuck. Stop. 

There you go. Just smile. 

A small miracle let you slip out of your body, out of your mind, while you shuffled the unrevealed Six of Spades back into the deck. 

Katakuri was still quiet, still watching. So polite while he guessed the right card, letting you pull yourself back together.

Hiding all the struggle behind your Sylvad smile.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he touched your hand again when the platform started to lower. “I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”

You hadn’t noticed the bells.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

“When are you leaving?”

“There’s no point in waiting,” Mihawk avoided the larger man’s eyes. “The sooner I convince the competition to back out, the sooner Y/N will be free of them.”

“Yeah, but how,” Buggy sighed from his lap, the swordsman’s skilled fingers nearly dragging him down to sleep already. “How the fuck are you gonna convince these assholes that they don’t wanna marry her? She’s perfect! Plus, they get in on that stupid company, and get whatever other bullshit DickHole is selling. What can you do besides poke ‘em with your fancy stick?”

“That’s what I plan to find out,” Mihawk smiled, though the finality in his tone was enough.

“Come on, Buggy,” Crocodile nudged his legs aside, offering the clown his hand while he stared at their determined lover. “Let’s remind our little bird why he should fly back home when he’s done pecking people’s eyes out.”

Buggy let out an exhausted giggle while Mihawk shivered, his eyes rolling back just a bit. Just enough.

“You thought you could run away that easily, huh,” Crocodile threatened with his words, and with the tip of his hook below that sculpted chin.

More guilt almost tore the clown away while he watched them, but Buggy chugged his sugary drink, grateful for the quiet of faraway sleep. He started to pull the swordsman up by the collar of his frighteningly fancy jacket, and that arched brow was an instinctual warning.

The clown heeded the warning, loosening his grip on the jacket, only to yank the man off the couch by his hair. Crocodile joined in on his smug laughter, roughly pulling Mihawk against him before he’d stopped moaning from the unexpected pain.

“You’re not leaving tonight.”

Heavy. 

Whatever they held between them felt heavier than either had expected.

“I’ll go get the bed ready,” Buggy sighed as he half floated toward the door, “but I’ll need another drink if you guys take too long.”

~~~🗡️🤡🐊~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🗡️🐊🗡️🐊~~~

“Are you alright?”

Mihawk laughed at the question, and Crocodile wanted to shake him. He was sick of seeing his lovers fall apart right in front of him, with nothing he could do, or even understand.

He ached to understand this man. They had faced each other in battle just a few years ago, but that Summit War felt like a fever dream now.

Not that this new life didn't feel like a dream.

This man…

Crocodile kept getting him. Meeting him in ways that both surprised, and soothed him. 

Mihawk laughed again at the thought of new vocabulary, but Crocodile pulled him close.

“I’m not ready to lose my business partner,” Crocodile confessed, the words too heavy for the smirk he tried to give. 

The words were enough.

Mihawk laid his deadly fingers along that silk vest, silently asking for a kiss while he stared up at the taller man. 

The swordsman felt like a fraud. 

How could someone like him that had carried nothing for so long be filled with so much? He didn’t want to lie anymore than he already had. 

Crocodile gave him what he wanted. A heavy kiss.

“Let’s not keep our clown waiting,” Crocodile rasped, tracing his thumb along Mihawk’s sharp features. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

~~~🗡️🐊🗡️🐊~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🗡️🤡🐊~~~

They’re holding hands… 

Crocodile and Mihawk had called through the door, all of their hands occupied until Mihawk handed the slack-jawed clown another cocktail. 

“Nice room service,” Buggy tried to recover. 

“Come here, little clown.”

The scarred man let go of one lover to reach for another. Cupping his hand along Buggy’s jaw, with those large fingers combing into the hair at the back of his neck, Crocodile breathed down on him until he was nodding, red lips still parted.

“I haven’t been giving you enough attention,” Crocodile purred, squeezing his face lightly when Buggy tried to argue. “But it looks like we’re gonna have plenty of alone time soon. Plenty of time for me to spoil you.”

“Y-yup! Lots of…”

“Is that what you want?”

“Sure, whatever you say, bos— Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy.”

Buggy disconnected at the ankles to float up into Crocodile’s deep kiss. He nearly spilled his drink before the larger man lowered him down again, eyes dark and satisfied while he watched his clown. 

“You deserve more attention, but you handled him so well. Help me remind—“

“Let’s fuck him up, daddy!”

Buggy downed his drink with one hand while the other snuck past Crocodile’s body to wrap around Mihawk’s throat. 

“You do know that I’m still Dracule Mihawk, don’t you?”

Wicked fingers dug into the floating hand, dragging it down his own chest while he resisted. 

“Whatcha gonna do, Hawkeyes? Stab me? Slice me,” Buggy laughed, setting down his glass before sending his other hand. 

Crocodile started to undress, chuckling softly at his boys. 

The air shifted as danger, delicious danger, poured from the swordsman while he leaned into Buggy’s touch, forcing his floating hands closer to his own body with every taunting step.

“I’m going to play.”

Mihawk’s golden eyes seemed to flicker with his threat, and Buggy felt a flash of fear, a glimpse of a beast. In that moment, he almost gave in, almost let the beast win.

Wherever his burst of confidence came from, Buggy went with it.

“Why don’t you play with daddy’s balls then, huh, crybaby?”

One of the clown’s hands broke free from that hold, and Mihawk couldn’t fight the moan that tore through him when gloved fingers ripped into his hair again, forcing him to look at Crocodile. The larger man was so very large, stroking himself while he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Gods, that fucking cock.

Buggy took advantage of Mihawk’s wonderment by kicking the backs of his knees until he hit the floor, and wrapped himself around the swordsman’s back to leave lipstick-stained bites along his neck. 

“Don’t lie. You wanna get fucking wrecked, don’t you?”

“I don’t like liars,” Crocodile teased, circling his thumb over his tip, taking in a quick breath of satisfaction at the desperate look on Mihawk’s face at the sight. “Do you want us to wreck you, little prince?”

Mihawk melted as that lovely hook pressed into his throat. Buggy rubbed himself against his back, and the swordsman laughed, feeling entirely fucking spoiled. 

“Please, daddy.”

What a fucking sight… 

The scarred man still couldn’t understand how these lovely men were somehow his, not after everything he’d done, everything he’d felt before. Watching Mihawk beg so sweetly while Buggy stripped him made Crocodile’s cock so hard it almost hurt, his rough fingers easing up against that sensitive flesh, until wicked fingers, wicked lips, replaced his own grip. 

“Fuck. Such an evil little mouth you’ve got– Shit…”

Buggy realized his own mouth was hanging open as he undressed, but he couldn’t care to close it while he watched Mihawk swallow more than looked humanly possible.

“Help me out, Buggy,” Crocodile groaned while he gripped Mihawk’s hair, his hand bobbing up and down with that pretty face. “Stretch out our filthy prince for me. No way he’s leaving here before I ruin that perfect, little ass.”

Sloppy, muffled whines escaped him, and Mihawk’s eyes rolled at the daunting threat. Buggy was there, lubed, and ungloved fingers fucking into him until he shook with need, with pleasure. 

“Get over here,” Crocodile growled, stepping back to yank Mihawk toward the bed by the hook around his neck. Buggy helped him along, floating hands lifting that moaning form into place. 

Mihawk’s place was on his hands and knees in the center of the bed, and he lost himself there in the tender and vicious touches his lovers showered him with. In their praise and teasing, pleasure and pain. In the taste of Buggy’s skin as he shoved his cock down his throat. 

He absolutely fucking lost himself when Crocodile lined himself up. He was the world’s greatest swordsman, and he enjoyed pain a great deal. Yet his former enemy was about to pierce him so thoroughly that Mihawk whimpered around Buggy's length, almost afraid. 

Then he felt nothing but that heavy cock, stretching, and claiming, and filling him until tears streamed from his golden eyes.

“So good, so fucking good for me,” Crocodile grunted. He dragged his hook down Mihawk’s side, still not believing what he was seeing. 

Dracule fucking Mihawk, moaning around a clown’s cock while his pretty, little hole sucked him in again and again. 

“Let’s give our twisted prince what he wants, eh, Buggy? Make sure he remembers where he belongs.”

Buggy stuttered in agreement, nearly gone before he obeyed. He tore at Mihawk’s hair while his other hand scraped brutally down his back. The twitching that his rough hands caused forced his cock even deeper until he spilled his pleasure down that desperate throat.

Crocodile sliced his hook around the swordsman’s body, pouring red from that perfect chest while he stuffed his little prince full. The overwhelming sensations had Mihawk coming harder than he’d thought possible, and the sounds he made were unreal. Pathetic. 

Music to the ears of his sated lovers. 

The clown didn’t need to be ordered or asked, Buggy just helped Mihawk stay steady while they pulled out of him. So many praises showered them both while the swordsman just breathed, assessing his every, vicious ache. 

Crocodile hated to leave for even a moment, but he didn’t need to worry. Buggy’s hands had already flown to the bathroom to wash themselves, spilling a bit of soap on the counter before grabbing what he needed. When Crocodile returned from the shower, Buggy was still wiping the other man clean, humming while he trailed gently over that perfect skin. 

Mihawk’s skin was littered with scars of battle and lust, of trust, and he had just enough energy for a weak smile as Buggy’s fingers danced over them all. He moaned, twitching in those gentle arms while his lovers washed him in the shower, no way to recover this soon. 

“Don’t whine, crybaby,” Buggy mumbled, too focused on cleaning and bandaging his wounds while Mihawk melted into the burn. “We’ll slice you up some more when you get back.”

“He’s right,” Crocodile hummed. Seeing these lovely boys taking care of each other gripped something deep within his chest. Whatever it was sparked fear in him, so much so that he had to pause while they laid Mihawk on the fresh sheets between them. 

I can’t lose them. Can’t lose any of them. 

“We’ll be waiting, little bird,” he pressed a kiss to Mihawk’s temple. Contented, sleepy sounds filled the air, and he tried to trust that this lovely new world wasn’t about to end. “Fly back home, alright?”

He couldn’t shape words, but Mihawk hummed his promise before he drifted away.

Home…

~~~🗡️🤡🐊~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Morning, Y/N— well, afternoon by now, isn’t it?”

You shuffled just to have something to focus on while you simpered for him. 

The traitor. 

“Good afternoon, Shanks. I’m looking forward to our date this evening. Since you already won, I’m afraid you’re out of the running for the next date. We have to give everyone a chance, of course.”

“Of course.” 

You couldn’t fucking believe the charm that oozed off of him when he beamed at you. 

“I’d still like to try your little game though, if that’s alright, gorgeous?”

Shanks stayed quiet while you laid out the cards, some face up, some face down, before you counted down twenty two from the remaining deck. 

A comforting rhythm, the answer already dancing in your mind. 

“It’s the Eight of Clubs,” Shanks purred, touching the back of your hand. Lingering against your skin.

He looked so fucking smug. 

A sick stillness went through you before you revealed his answer. 

Of course, he knows this trick. He probably learned it before the first time he betrayed—

“Let’s go again,” Shanks ordered, the heat in his voice sending shivers across your shoulders, crawling up your neck. 

The eyes of his competition were on you, but the Emperor looked at you like you were already his. Like you were spread out before him, venison for the skilled hunter to devour. 

“Shuffle,” Shanks threatened, catching your chin in his dangerous fingers. 

Just smile. Just pretend.

“I’m not done playing with you yet, little bunny.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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Author's Note:

Oh my goodness. Thank you so much for waiting, and for reading that giant chapter!! 🥰🙏🏼 I hope you enjoyed it, I've been going bonkers waiting to hear all your thoughts on this big ol' mess!

Let me know in the poll if you'd be interested in a separate post of my OP canon + Numbers Game canon timeline. It would give away reader's specific age, so I don't want to share it if people don't want to know!

Note on the Brochure: All of the character details included in the brochure are from Oda, except for the quotes and the missing details for Giberson. I found them on the One Piece Fandom Wiki if you’d like to go check out more about the characters' history. I live on that site, and have to give those fans the credit for compiling all those details! I already spend hours searching for specific parts in the anime for things like lines for speech patterns and such, I’d be lost without the wiki!

Note on the Card Trick: I must confess, I am not as skilled with numbers as our Numbers Girl. This is the same trick I had Buggy use during the flashback of their first night together, and I have no idea if this 15 year old youtube video is full of shit or not, but if you'd like to try it out, here's the tutorial!

Note on this line from the beginning of the chapter: "The White Stag. The hunted. The prey." Kiki Rockwell's voice has been living in my brain, and I realized this line is similar to hers in Burn Your Village "You do not dance everyday with the fear Of living in headlights, the hunted, the deer"

That song is so good, and fits so well! 🦌😭

Anyhoo, I'm off to try to catch up on all of your wonderful comments! Y'all mean the world to me, thank you so much!!! 🙏🏼💜

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Chapter 33

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[mummelthecryptid]

burn your village - kiki rockwell// salad - blondshell// hunter - paris paloma

grima wormtongue and eowyn of rohan

[mapledkanata]

CW for blood, fictional depictions of violence and intense imagery

This was am older doodle I did for the Dethklok: Monster Hunter AU that has since been rewritten due to me deciding to handle Magnus' character a lot differently. I wanted to share it anyways bc I like it a lot! Some cool notes that (somewhat) relate to this doodle include:

Yes, Toki is lycan and has been one since birth 👀

Aside from Skwisgaar who always knew, the others do not know Toki is a werewolf 👀👀

Magnus specializes in hunting werewolves and still does post-rewrite

Whether or not he knows or suspects Toki to be a werewolf is something that unravels in the narrative

I'm writing Magnus to somewhat mirror Skwisgaar

Toki utilizes she/her pronouns as well as he/him, it's also something that I use to distinguish various relationships and dynamics as I mostly write in her perspective

Song is Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell :)

[postcrashcurly]

Decided that since I've just joined the fandom I should drop a playlist for y'all before I start uploading some fanfiction.

Enjoy (click here to listen)!

Track list:

Poor George - James Supercave ║ Jigsaw - CALYPSO ║ Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. - Will Wood and the Tapeworms ║ Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correspondents ║ Volatile Times - IAMX ║ Terry's Taxidermy - Teddy Hyde ║ Look Away - The Dear Hunter ║ Brutus - The Buttress ║ Side Character - Cloudfodder ║ Mi Capitán - Kiltro ║ What Did I Do? - The Correspondents ║ Uprising - Muse ║ Ferryman - Shayfer James, Will Wood ║ We Have it All - Pim Stones ║ Burn Your Village - Kiki Rockwell ║ Wait Until I Get My Hands On You - The Paper Chase ║ This Comes From Inside - The Living Tombstone ║ The Mind Electric - Chonny Jash ║ God Help You Dumb Boy - Reverend Glasseye ║ Blood, Hatred, Money and Rage - AJJ ║ Dangerous - Son Lux ║ Rule #27 Drunk on Pride - Fish in a Birdcage, Philip Bowen ║ Ruby with the Sharpest Lies - Des Rocs ║ Alcohol - Sisyphus, Serengeti, Son Lux, Sufjan Stevens ║ 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) - Will Wood ║ No One Lives Forever - Oingo Boingo ║ You're Somebody Else - Flora Cash ║ Your Father's Son - Shayfer James ║ needs no progress, i will lie - Salvia Palth ║ Villainous Thing - Shayfer James ║ Marble House Radio Edit - The Knife, Jay Jay Johnson ║ My Pen is A Shiv - That Handsome Devil ║ Insomnia - IAMX ║Reevaluation - Tub Ring ║ Dancing Devil - Small Leaks Sink Ships

[the-cricket-chirps]

Rockwell Kent

Seal Hunter, North Greenland

1933

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

I have no idea what Arkknights is

And at this point im afraid to ask

Girls be called shit like Asbestos, Gravel, Mud and Debris

They eat rocks???

Gatorpeople???

Working in difficult terrain? I dunno

But i know the lesbians go crazy over it

I can clarify this (well, clarify again, I get this question occasionally).

Arknights people aren’t actually named asbestos, gravel, mudrock, cement, rockrock or any of that other stuff. Those are operator code names. A lot of the characters we don’t know their actual names, and since they go by their code names in the game anyway that’s just how people refer to them. All of them choose their code names (except arguably Pudding) so they frequently choose things significant or symbolic of who they are. Asbestos is a fireproof salamander who is a toxic jerk and has cancer so it was a very fitting name. Cement is a construction worker. Rockrock’s name is Rochelle Rockwell. There’s a lot of different reasons but ultimately those aren’t their actual names, but they are effectively their names.

They don’t actually eat rocks. As a gameplay mechanic, characters require resources in order to be promoted and become more powerful in game. However the resources they require for upgrades are kind of strange things like weird metals, cubes of rock, devices, a non alcoholic chemical that apparently gets you effectively drunk if you ingest it, and a bunch of other stuff. Tomimi, the alligator girl who is known for having an extremely fat tail despite her being a fairly short and small person, requires concentrated orirocks that require well over 100 orirock cubes to craft in order for her promotion. So I make dumb jokes that she was eating the cubes and that’s why her tail is fat

Gatorpeople? Yep! Almost all the characters in Arknights are like the type of catgirls that are human but have cat ears and a tail, but for a bunch of different types of animals. There are a few that are anthropomorphic animals and then there’s the people who are demons, vampires, elves (very rare. There’s only one), and characters based on mythical creatures like manticores, nues, all kinds of dragons, etc. there’s also some robots, not robot girls, just robots, they’re mostly rectangular and on wheels. And then there’s weird crossover characters like a stack of the cats from monster hunter, but those aren’t really canon anyway.

I don’t actually know what you’re specifically referencing by the difficult terrain thing but the world of Arknights is full of large scale catastrophes that require most cities to be on enormous moving platforms so they can avoid catastrophes. The world is also full of many hazards. I don’t know what else you might mean so I can’t help more with that

Yes the lesbians go crazy for it. ~80% of the characters are women who are often written to be competent and powerful and actually the focus of the stories. A lot of them are at implied ranging from slight hints to extremely blunt and obvious by their behavior to be lesbians. The story and setting are interesting, the characters have cool designs and interesting personalities and narratives, and a lot of them are gay women, and especially with the kenomimi-style animal girls, it’s not particularly surprising that other people like me get so obsessed with them.

Funnily enough, I think there’s still only 2 “canonical” lesbian operators if you take the extremely blunt stance of ignoring everything that doesn’t outright explicitly involve them professing their love or being in an explicit relationship with a woman. But you’d have to be intentionally obtuse to actually think those are the only ones given how a lot of the women act

[darkmaga-returns]

By Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr. December 9, 2024

The unusually extensive “pardon” by lame-duck “President” Biden has been much in the news lately, but the pardon is not the main issue we should be interested in. The real issue is that the Bidens, both father and son, are evil. Hunter’s Biden’s “lost” laptop—which 501 “security professionals” falsely claimed was a Russian fake —reveals warmongering brazen in its duplicity.

Concerning the pardon, only this need be said. Of course no one should be prosecuted for tax “evasion.” You are entitled to all your income, as the great Murray Rothbard has taught us. But there is nothing special about being the president’s son. Everybody convicted of tax evasion should be pardoned and nobody should be prosecuted for it. Even better, we should abolish the IRS. the CIA, and the NSA.

Before he issued the pardon, “President” Biden said he wasn’t going to do it. He said he wasn’t going to interfere in the judicial process. Then he did just that. Had he issued the pardon, as he intended to do all along, before the election, this might have cost the Democrats votes.

A much more significant attempt to influence an election occurred in the 2020 race between Biden and Trump. A laptop turned up in a computer shop in Delaware. A legally blind man, John Paul MacIsaac, who owned the shop, said that the laptop had been left by a man who said he was Hunter Biden. Biden claimed that he didn’t remember losing a laptop: “During an April 2021 interview with CBS correspondent Tracy Smith, when asked if the laptop was his, Hunter Biden replied that he did not know and did not remember dropping off a laptop in Delaware for repairs, adding: ‘There could be a laptop out there that was stolen from me. It could be that I was hacked. It could be that it was Russian intelligence.’”

[hellscythearts]

XZero Week 2024 - Destiny

More rp blog stuff... Yes there are two Viles and yes one of them is still a Maverick Hunter LOL Timeline shenanigans-

This is 100% related to the prior comic I posted for "Promise" ❤️

Again you're welcome to ask me and @rockwell-light for context since she RPs Xanti and Vi and I rp Zain.

[mmst4rz]

'a change of mind'

"FUCKED ME SO GOOD I ALMOST SAID 'I LOVE YOU'."

about. public safety, special division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, being obligated to go, you went, but left with someone you yearned yet loathed, aki hayakawa.

pairing. toxic!aki hayakawa x fem-bodied!reader

genre. fic, explicit, angst (maybe)

things to note. toxicity (duh), nsfw themes but no smut, reader is delusional asf, drinking, h*meno and m*kima, mentions of canon typical violence, implied dubcon.

🎧 : normal fucking rockwell, lana del rey

mm's note. i was literally watching an aki edit with 'les' by childish gambino and i was like...toxic aki. (lets be fr he wouldn't ACC be toxic)

Tokyo Special Division 4 was having a welcome party for the new recruits, inviting everyone out for drinks. Originally, you had planned not to attend it to avoid him, but from Ms. Makima's orders, 'every devil hunter in the division must attend to get to know one another.'; which you found pointless because it was more than likely that most of them would be dead and gone in weeks' time. you slipped on your work pants, deep in thought. You knew you would see Aki Hayakawa there, after all he was one of the 'most trusted' devil hunters in the division and was even apart of Makima's 'special squad'.

You and Aki went years back, knowing him when he first joined public safety and when he had his hair short. Hell, even knowing him before he started his smoking habit. He was much more pure back then, despite watching his family flash before his eyes, he still had that glint of innocence reflecting off of his midnight eyes. Now he was gloomy, uninterested in everything around him besides his reason to strive, to dedicate his life to destroying the Gun Devil once and for all. His personality dimmed as well as his eyes, always staying lidded with a stern facade to hide the trauma from his cold past. After all, working in public safety, you were bound to lose your spark of clarity.

;;

To put it simply, you and Aki had an unprofessional relationship, starting out with light flirting, to late-night drinks at the best bars, to seeking out each other for comfort when work got too intense, looking for a stress reliever to wash all the horrid thoughts away. At first, he showed much love and care when you started linking, cooking breakfast for you before work, or running a bath with you while massaging your tense shoulders from the night before. He typically wouldn't do this for a link-up but he thought he cared about you more than others, and you did too.

Time went on, and he lost his desire for you, just wanting a quick fuck, not caring about your well-being as before. Now, the night typically would end with Aki shuffling to put on his clothes and leaving without a word nor a glance of acknowledgment while drawing a cigarette from his back pocket. As much as this sent warnings to avoid him in your head, you couldn't help but still be drawn to his deep midnight hair and his aura, heart yearning for more than just sex.

Aki eventually stopped responding to your advances, he ignored your late-night texts at 11pm or later, he ignored you as you tried to talk to him as he walked by, and he acted as if you were mere strangers. The devil hunter, found himself around Makima more, discussing his daily report of the latest devil to be slaughtered. Aki also found himself accompanying Himeno, taking a lengthy smoke break as she cracked some jokes to pass the time. You buttoned up your blouse more agitated than before, grimacing at the thought, shaking your head at the thought of him whispering how good you felt around him as he sunk into you, it was in the past, he didn't care like you thought he did. You slipped on your shoes before grabbing your keys, phone, and wallet and walking out the door.

;;

You walk inside, the bell clinging as you pushed the door open to one of the most familiar bars in Tokyo, the scent of alcohol charring your nostrils, leading to eyes wandering to your figure. "There she goes!" Himeno beamed as she saw you head toward the area the devil hunters resided. "Hey," you say in a neutral tone, feeling those dark eyes of his glance at you. You refused to meet his eyes, refused to fall deeper into the deep sea they withheld. "Glad you could join us," Makima says, her head resting against her palm. "Glad I could make it." you smile slightly, a lie. You sat down on the cushion between Himeno and presumably, a new devil hunter. "You can order what you'd like, the bill will be taken care of by me," Makima states as she takes a sip of her beverage. "Thank you Ms. Makima," you hum gratefully as you placed an order for your desired drink. A multitude of conversations was erupting amongst everyone at the table until Himeno slurred out, "Wait a minute, where the hell is Fushi's rookie at?" "Unfortunately, they were killed yesterday," Fushi responded. The scared faces of the rookies almost made you feel bad for them, but what could they expect? Your drink finally came out, taking a slow sip, savoring the burn it provided to your tastebuds.

The night grew older, the sun setting behind the clouds, nearly everyone was tipsy, including yourself. Some had even gone home already including Himeno as well as a new recruit named Denji. "Can we talk, outside." Aki said, clearly directing it at you. It sounded like a command and as if it was not a question. Avoiding causing a scene, you stood up, smoothing out your pants, and walked outside, him following behind you. "what do you want Hayakawa?" you glare at him, you put on a front as if you didn't care about Aki ignoring you, in reality, you wanted him back in your small apartment, laying beside you as the sun shone through the blinds, trying to sneak a few more minutes in bed before you both had to get ready for work. you attempted to avoid him to the best of your ability, which thankfully wasn't hard to do. The burning embarrassment of being let down hurt more than you'd like. The only time you had to come face to face with him is when you were paired up for missions, which in itself, was rare. Though you were not in the best state of mind at the moment, you still had enough consciousness not to tell him how you truly felt.

"You wanna come home with me?" He said, pulling out a cigarette, as well as his lighter. "For what?" you already knew the answer, but you wanted to believe differently. "To fuck, what else?" he said, putting the cigarette between his lips you wanted to kiss oh so bad. He lit the cigarette, slipping the lighter back into his back pocket, taking a deep inhale. "seriously? after ignoring me for months, you ask to fuck?" he was unbelievable. "Yea." was all Aki said, short and simple, how he preferred things. "I'm not going home with you." another lie. "we'll see" he grinned slightly, looking up at the now midnight blue sky, he didn't believe you for a second, he knew how tonight would end. You walked back into the bar, your mind racing as you thought with your brain and heart. Your heart yearned for him and his sweet touch, yet your mind was telling you to ignore him, he just wanted you for your body. you sat back down at the table where only 4 of your coworkers were left. "what happened?" one of them asked, earning a nudge from another, clearly perceiving it wasn't anything good. "nothing." you said, all you wanted to do was drink your thoughts away.

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Several drinks later you were spent, the sting of the booze did not help with your thoughts, just made them worse. You down the last of your drink, grabbed your things, and slurred out. "imma head home." Hearing a few words of acknowledgment from the devil hunters, you swayed out the door meeting those same midnight-blue eyes of his. "headin' home?" Aki said, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "mmhm..." you hummed out. "Let me take you there, yeah?" he said, flicking out his cigarette onto the sidewalk and crushing it under his foot.

You let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, leaning into it, cherishing it, because it didn't matter to you at that moment how long he would be there, you would cherish him as if it was the last time you'd see him, maybe it would be the last, who knew when he had a change of mind again.

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[samanddean76]

Joyous Memories Amongst The Sorrow

Sam knew Bobby thought that he had lost his damn mind.  That much was clearly evident given the look on his weathered face, the one that he kept trying to hide from Sam, whenever the old hunter would glance over at him as Sam white knuckled the steering wheel of the Impala.  The man that both he and Dean had always thought of as a pseudo-father figure.  Bobby had insisted that he accompany Sam on this errand, saying that it was something that Sam shouldn’t be doing by himself.  That this was no time to be alone. 

As much as Sam loved Bobby, there was simply no way that the man could truly ever understand what Sam was going through at that moment.  The one and only person who possibly could was no longer there.  And that was precisely why Sam was suffering. 

Dean was dead.  Dead as a fucking doornail dead, after having been ripped to shreds by a bloodthirsty hellhound.  All the while Lillith had laughed at the agony that washed over Sam’s face as he watched his big brother being slaughtered.  Being taken away from him, just a few feet from where he was pinned to that goddamned wall in the Norman Rockwell ode to Americana nightmare home.  Lillith had tried to kill Sam, but her plans had gone off the rails completely then, and Sam was left alive.  And alone. 

Totally, completely, and utterly alone.

Sam had pulled Dean’s ravaged body close, as he cradled him tight, as tears streamed down his cheeks, as he sobbed out his pain and misery to the uncaring universe.  Knowing that there was absolutely nothing that he could do, not then anyway.  Because Sam had needed to devise a plan.  Knew that he had to keep Dean’s body safe while he did so, because it couldn’t be allowed to go up in flames, because once one of Sam’s desperate plans finally succeeded, Dean would need that body to use. 

And that was all there was to it.  Period.  End of discussion.

Bobby had been justifiably skeptical, had tried to insist that Dean needed to be given a proper hunter’s funeral, but Sam had let him know in utterly unmistakable terms, and in the harshest of tones, that that was not going to happen.  Ever. 

So, Bobby had come along, as Sam drove the Impala through the night.  Searching for the one place that he knew Dean would want to be.  Where he would want to rest for all eternity were Sam to fail in his all of his many plans. 

It had been a beautiful night, when Dean had driven them to that field in the middle of nowhere.  John had been dutifully passed out, sleeping off another successful hunt, and Dean had told Sam that he had a surprise for them to share.  Sam had been all kinds of excited energy as Dean had driven the Impala, out past anything that might cause alarm or draw undo attention.  He had pulled off the road, driven into the tree lined clearing, turned off the Impala, and handed Sam the keys. 

“Surprise is in the trunk, squirt.”  Sam had grimaced at the nickname but had gotten out to see what Dean had been waiting for him to discover.  Once the lid to the trunk lifted, Sam couldn’t stop the mile-wide grin that had split his face, as he looked at the full box of fireworks. 

They had shot off every single one that night, almost burned down some old, abandoned house in the process, but it had been so incredibly wonderful to see Dean’s brilliant smile as he held the roman candle aloft over his head, as each colorful puff of smoke and fire lit up the night sky. 

The handle of the second shovel of the night splintered and broke, and with a savage cry, Sam threw it away, as he fell to his knees and began to use his long fingers to claw at the hard earth, so that he could dig the hole that he so desperately needed.  So that he could keep what was left of Dean safe.  Protected until Dean would inevitably need it back. 

Bobby’s hands were on his shoulders then, as he tried to hold him, offer what little solace he could.  Sam shattered then, as he screamed and raged at all that had come to pass.  As the tears flowed in an unending stream of sorrow.  As Sam tried desperately to pull himself back together, so that he might be able to finish this.  One. Goddamned. Thing. 

Bobby pulled yet another shovel from the trunk, and he finished digging Dean’s grave as Sam sat nearby, cradling Dean’s cold corpse close.  Without another word spoken, Dean had been lowered into his final resting place. 

A place that had held such joy once.  But now only knew sorrow. 

After having knelt on the freshly churned soil for hours, Sam finally let Bobby drive them back, as he curled up on the backseat. 

Wishing on all the shooting stars they had ever witnessed streaking across the vast night sky.  Hoping for a miracle to occur.  Praying that he was still alive to see it. 

That his everything would come back to him one day.

[darkpeacemusic]

Creepypasta Headcanons: Theme Songs

Jeff the Killer - Numb by Linkin Park

Homicidal Liu - Never Too Late by Three Days Grace

Sully - I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

Randy - Psycho by Hardy

Keith - Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots

Troy - Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan

Ben Drowned - Discord by The Living Tombstone

Jane the Killer - GRRRLS by AViVA

Mary Vaughn - Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance

Masky - Hide 'n Seek by J-honny

Hoodie - Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Toby - Freaks by Surf Curse

Kate the Chaser - Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

Charlie Matheson Jr. - Thanks for The Memories by Panic at the Disco

CR - Nowhere to Run by Stegosaurus Rex

Lulling Lauren - Secret by The Pierces

Cat Hunter - Kill the Lights by Set It Off

Third Base - Little Swing by AronChupa

Rouge the Prowler - Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Wilson the Basher - Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead

Skully - Sleeping Powder by Gorillaz

Chris the Revenant - Where the Lonely Ones Roam by Digital Daggers

Slenderman - Come Little Children by Eurtan

Splendorman - Buttercup by Jack Stauber

Trenderman - Fashionably Late by Falling In Reverse

Tenderman - Death Bed by POWFU

Offenderman - Teeth by 5SOS

Zalgo - When You're Evil by Voltaire

Laughing Jack - Left Behind by DAGames

Eyeless Jack - Cannibal by Kesha

Doctor Smiley - Happy Pills by Weathers

Nurse Ann - Dark Horse by Christina Grimmie

Doctor Pain - Dr Sunshine is Dead by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

X-Virus - Drugs by Falling in Reverse

Dr. Locklear - God Syndrome by Madame Macabre

Lifeless Lucy - Cradles by Sub Urban

Lily Kennett - Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

Sally Williams - Hide and Seek by Lizz Robinett

Sam Williams - Little Game by Benny

Lazari - Monster by Mia and Dia

Slendrina - Killing Butterflies by Lou Bliss

Nightmare Ally - Whisper by Evanescence

Vailly Evans - Control by Halsey

Lulu - Alice by Avril Lavigne

Nina the Killer - Pretty Little Psycho by Procelain Black

Kagekao - Aishite by Kikiuo

Clockwork - Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

Smile Dog - Lion by Hollywood Undead

Grinny Cat - Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

The Seedeater - I Will Find You by Moikkz

Mr Widemouth - Cartman by SPBeams

Will Grossman - At The Huts of the Underworld by Korpiklaani

Laughing Jill - Carousel by Melanie Martinez

Jason the Toymaker - Hypnotic by Zella Day

Candy Pop - Balloon Animals by Madame Macabre

Candy Cane - Circus by Britney Spears

April Fools - Cirque by Sub Urban

Nathan the Nobody - A Match In Water by Pierce the Veil

The Puppeteer - Cigarette (duet) by Princess Chelsea

Emra - Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

Zachary the Proxy - Hayloft II by Mother Mother

Sonic.exe - Monster by Skillet

Tails Doll - Can You Feel The Sunshine from Sonic R

Dark Link - Someone Must Get Hurt by She Wants Revenge

Herobrine - Andromeda by Dance With The Dead

Lost Silver - Game Over by Falling In Reverse

Glitchy Red - Haunted by Laura Les

Strangled Red - I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Oliver Henderson - Dumb Dumb by Mazie

Stripes - Limbo by Freddie Dredd

Rosie - Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Scarecrow Girl - Rät by Penelope Scott

The Skroll - Sarcasm by Get Scared

The Rake - Night of the Hunter by 30 Seconds to Mars

BOB - Six Foot Deep by Creature Feature

Bloody Painter - Heathens by Twenty One Pilots

Judge Angels - Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

Suicide Sadie - Goodbye to A World by Porter Robinson

Roadwalker - The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey

Zero - Everything Black by Unlike Pluto

Hobo Heart - My Demons by Starset

Dollmaker - Creepy Doll by Jonathan Coulton

Killing Kate - Not Nice by Megan the Stallion

Ted the Caver - Blood // Water by grandson

Frankie the Undead - Coming Back Down by Hollywood Undead

Evan - I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

HABIT - Boogie Woogie Wu by Insane Clown Posse

Jeff Koval - Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

Alex Kralie - Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

Jessica Locke - No Surprises by Radiohead

Amy - If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears

Sarah - Sarah Smiles by Panic at the Disco

Seth - All I Wanted by Paramore

Screaming Dawn (oc) - I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

[byneddiedingo]

Seal Hunter, North Greenland

Rockwell Kent, 1933

[marcmarcmomarc]

Miraculous

Chapter 26: End Credits

(Now, credits appear over locations from throughout the story, ala “Finding Nemo”.)

Directed by

@marcmarcmomarc

@miraculouslbcnreactions

@zoe-oneesama

Produced by

TBA

Associate Producer(s)

TBA

Based on the TV show created by

Thomas Astruc

Story & Screenplay by

@marcmarcmomarc

Original Songs by

TBA

Music by

TBA

Original Miraculous Themes by

Alain Garcia

Noam Kaniel

Jeremy Zag

Original Crossover Media Themes by

Lorne Balfe, Christophe Beck

Brad Breeck, Germaine Franco

Michael Giacchino, Aleena Gibson

Jonathan Hylander, Molly Anne Kaye

Christopher Lennertz, & Michelle Lewis

Original Crossover Media Themes by

Mark Mothersbaugh, Trevor Muzzy

Randy Newman, Heitor Pereira

John Powell, Jimmy Richard

Doug Rockwell, & Theodore Shapiro

Story Supervisor(s)

TBA

Edited by

TBA

Production Designer(s)

TBA

Visual Effects Supervisor(s)

TBA

Production Manager(s)

TBA

Animation Supervisor(s)

TBA

Director(s) of Photography

TBA

Associate Visual Effects Supervisor(s)

TBA

Shading Supervisor(s)

TBA

Character Supervisor(s)

TBA

Sets Supervisor(s)

TBA

Tailoring & Simulation Supervisor(s)

TBA

Effects Supervisor(s)

TBA

Compositing Supervisor(s)

TBA

Crowds Animation Supervisor(s)

TBA

Crowds Technical Supervisor(s)

TBA

Global Technology Supervisor(s)

TBA

Dailies & Rendering Supervisor(s)

TBA

Character Art Director(s)

TBA

Sets Art Director(s)

TBA

Color & Shading Art Director(s)

TBA

Graphics Art Director(s)

TBA

Story Manager(s)

TBA

Editorial Manager(s)

TBA

Script Supervisor(s)

TBA

Art Manager(s)

TBA

Animation & Global Tech Manager(s)

TBA

Animation Pre-Production Manager(s)

TBA

Production Finance Manager(s)

TBA

Sets & Camera Staging Manager(s)

TBA

Character & Crowds Manager(s)

TBA

Shading Manager(s)

TBA

Tailoring & Simulation Manager(s)

TBA

Effects Manager(s)

TBA

Lighting Manager(s)

TBA

Dailies & Rendering Manager(s)

TBA

Post Production Producer(s)

TBA

Sound Designer(s)

TBA

Casting by

@marcmarcmomarc

(Fade to black.)

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng will return in

Miraculous 2: New York

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(Now, as Ladybug’s yo-yo rotates counterclockwise over a red background with black spots, credits roll.)

Cast

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Cristina Vee

Adrien Agreste: Bryce Papenbrook

Tikki: Mela Lee

Lila Rossi: Lisa Kay Jennings

Alya Césaire: Carrie Keranen

Nino Lahiffe: Ben Diskin & Zeno Robinson

Chloé Bourgeois: Selah Victor

Sabrina Raincomprix: Cassandra Lee Morris

Kim Chiến Lê-Ature: Grant George

Ivan Bruel: Max Mittelman

Mylène Haprèle: Jessica Gee

Juleka Couffaine: Reba Buhr

Rose Lavillant: Reba Buhr

Nathaniel Kurtzberg: Michael Sinterniklaas

Alix Kubdel: Kira Buckland

Max Kanté: Ben Diskin & Zeno Robinson

Tom Dupain: Christopher Corey Smith

Sabine Cheng: Philece Sampler & Anne Yatco

Luka Couffaine: Andrew Russell

Kagami Tsurugi: Faye Mata

Marc Anciel: Kyle McCarley & Alejandro Saab

Nora Césaire: Laila Berzins

Ondine: Erika Harlacher

Nadja Chamack: Sabrina Weisz

Manon Chamack: Stephanie Sheh

Markov: Grant George

Ella Césaire: Cherami Leigh

Etta Césaire: Cherami Leigh

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Plagg: Max Mittelman

Trixx: Cherami Leigh

Wayzz: Christopher Corey Smith

Pollen: Cassandra Lee Morris

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Luna-TK: Luna-TK

Lyss: Lyss

Siebee: Siebee

Shady Doorags: Shady Doorags

Momo: Luminara

Beth: RascalRabbit

Miranda: Hildaglitz

Sharki: ArtistSharki Cosplay

Shadow Tag: Shadow Tag

Rhilentless: Rhilentless

Gabi: Radio_Bla_Bla

Kathy: Kyashì

Jake: JakeHeilos

Jack: BluexShift

Emi: Tealeath

Calxiyn: Calxiyn

Robyn: RbnVids

Hungary Harmony: Hungary Harmony

Sofia LaVoice: Sofia LaVoice

Camryn: Camryn

Yackachoo: Yackachoo

JD Shadow: JD Shadow

Austin Holden: Austin Holden (ASLB247)

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Bob Parr: Craig T. Nelson

Helen Parr: Holly Hunter

Violet Parr: Sarah Vowell

Dash Parr: Huckleberry Milner & Banks Pierce

Jack-Jack Parr: Tara Strong

Lucius Best: Samuel L. Jackson

Winston Deavor: Bob Odenkirk

Edna Mode (E): Brad Bird

Tony Rydinger: Michael Bird

Kari McKeen: Bret Parker

Voyd: Sophia Bush

Mirage: Norma Maldonado

Rick Dicker: Jonathan Banks

Krushauer: Phil LaMarr

He-lectrix: Phil LaMarr

Reflux: Paul Eiding

Brick: Greg Dykstra

Screech: Dee Bradley Baker

Lincoln Loud: Tex Hammond, Asher Bishop, & Bentley Griffin

Clyde McBride: Andre Robinson, Jahzir Bruno, & Jaeden White

Lori Loud: Catherine Taber

Leni Loud: Liliana Mumy

Luna Loud: Nika Futterman

Luan Loud: Cristina Pucelli

Lynn Loud Jr.: Jessica DiCicco

Lucy Loud: Jessica DiCicco

Lana Loud: Grey DeLisle

Lola Loud: Grey DeLisle

Lisa Loud: Lara Jill Miller

Lily Loud: Grey DeLisle

Lynn Loud Sr.: Brian Stepanek

Rita Loud: Jill Talley

Howard McBride: Michael McDonald

Harold McBride: Wayne Brady & Khary Payton

Bud Grouse: John DiMaggio

Ronnie Anne Santiago: Izabella Alvarez

Sid Chang: Leah Mei Gold

Bobby Santiago: Carlos PenaVega

Rosa Casagrande: Sonia Manzano

Hector Casagrande: Ruben Garfias

Maria Casagrande-Santiago: Sumalee Montano

Arturo Santiago: Eugenio Derbez

Carlos Casagrande: Carlos Alazraqui

Frida Puga Casagrande: Roxana Ortega

Carlota Casagrande: Alexa PenaVega

Carlos Jr. “CJ” Casagrande: Jared Kozak

Carlino Casagrande: Alex Cazares

Carlitos Casagrande: Cristina Milizia

Oh: Jim Parsons

Gratuity “Tip” Tucci: Rihanna

Lucy Tucci: Jennifer Lopez

Kyle: Matt Jones

Miguel Rivera: Anthony Gonzalez & Ryan Lopez

Elena Rivera: Renée Victor

Enrique Rivera: Jaime Camil

Luisa Rivera: Sofía Espinosa

Berto Rivera: Luiz Valdez

Carmen Rivera: Roxana Castellanos

Gloria Rivera: Carla Medina

Franco Rivera: Roberto Donati

Abel Rivera: Polo Rojas

Rosa Rivera: Montse Hernandez

Socorro Rivera: Dafne Keen

Benny Rivera: Elias Janseen

Manny Rivera: Elias Janseen

Red: Jason Sudeikis

Chuck: Josh Gad

Bomb: Danny McBride

Leonard: Bill Hader

Silver: Rachel Bloom

Garry: Sterling K. Brown

Courtney: Awkwafina

Ethan “Mighty” Eagle: Peter Dinklage

Matilda: Maya Rudolph

Terence: Nolan North

Jay: JoJo Siwa

Jake: JoJo Siwa

Jim: JoJo Siwa

Zeta: Leslie Jones

Debbie: Tiffany Haddish

Glenn: Eugenio Derbez

Ross: Tony Hale

Mime: Tony Hale

Stella: Kate McKinnon

Bubbles: Ian Hecox

Hal: Anthony Padilla

Zoe: Brooklynn Prince

Vivi: Genesis Tennon

Sam-Sam: Alma Versano

Queen Poppy: Anna Kendrick

Branch: Justin Timberlake

Biggie: David Fynn

Prince Cooper: Ron Funches

Guy Diamond: Kunal Nayyar

Smidge: Kevin Michael Richardson

Satin: Aino Jawo

Chenille: Caroline Hjelt

DJ Suki: Fryda Wolff

Queen Bridget: Zooey Deschanel

King Gristle Jr.: Christopher Mintz-Plasse

Viva: Camila Cabello

King Peppy: Walt Dohrn

John Dory: Eric André

Clay: Kid Cudi

Floyd: Troye Sivan

Spruce: Daveed Diggs

Queen Barb: Rachel Bloom

Tiny Diamond: Kenan Thompson

Prince Darnell (D): Anderson .Paak

King Quincy: George Clinton

Queen Essence: Mary J. Blige

Hickory: Sam Rockwell

Dickory: Flula Borg

Creek: Matt Lowe

Riff: Karan Soni

Delta Dawn: Kelly Clarkson

King Trollex: Anthony Ramos

Trollzart: Gustavo Dudamel

Archer Pastry: Arnie Pantoja

Cloud Guy: Walt Dohrn

Val Thundershock: Lauren Mayhew

Demo: Charles DeWayne

Holly Darlin’: Megan Hilty

Dante Crescendo: J.P. Karliak

Lownote Jones: Michael-Leon Wooley

Synth: Vladimir Caamano

Legsly: Ester Dean

King Thrash: Ozzy Osbourne

Pennywhistle: Charlyne Yi

Mr. Dinkles: Kevin Michael Richardson

Fuzzbert: Walt Dohrn

Flint Lockwood: Bill Hader

Sam Sparks: Anna Faris

Tim Lockwood: James Caan & Seán Cullen

Earl Devereaux: Terry Crews

Brent McHale: Andy Samberg

Manny: Benjamin Bratt

Steve: Neil Patrick Harris

Barb: Kristen Schaal

Dipper Pines: Jason Ritter

Mabel Pines: Kristen Schaal

Stanley Pines: Alex Hirsch

Stanford Pines: J.K. Simmons

Soos Ramirez: Alex Hirsch

Wendy Corduroy: Linda Cardellini

Fiddleford McGucket: Alex Hirsch

Grenda Grendinator: Carl Faruolo

Candy Chiu: Niki Yang

Robbie Valentino: Justin Rupple

Pacifica Northwest: Jackie Buscarino

Gideon Gleeful: Thurop Van Orman

Melody: Jillian Bell

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III: Jay Baruchel

Astrid Haddock: America Ferrera

Fishlegs Ingerman: Christopher Mintz-Plasse

Snotlout Jorgenson: Jonah Hill

Tuffnut Thorston: Justin Rupple

Ruffnut Thorston: Kristen Wiig

Valka Haddock: Cate Blanchett

Zephyr Haddock: Madalyn Gonzalez

Nuffink Haddock: Liam Ferguson

Gobber: Craig Ferguson

Eret: Kit Harrington

James P. Sullivan: John Goodman

Mike Wazowski: Billy Crystal

Boo: Mary Gibbs

Celia Mae: Jennifer Tilly

Yeti: John Ratzenberger

Scott “Squishy” Squibbles: Peter Sohn

Don Carlton: Joel Murray

Terry Perry: Dave Foley

Terri Perry: Sean Hayes

Art: Charlie Day

Tylor Tuskman: Ben Feldman

Val Little: Melissa Villaseñor

Fritz: Henry Winkler

Katherine “Cutter” Sterns: Alanna Ubach

Duncan P. Anderson: Lucas Neff

Felonious Gru: Steve Carell

Dru Gru: Steve Carell

Lucy Wilde: Kristen Wiig

Margo Gru: Miranda Cosgrove

Edith Gru: Dana Gaier

Agnes Gru: Nev Scharrel & Madison Skyy Polan

Poppy Prescott: Joey King

Felonious Gru Jr.: Tara Strong

Dr. Nefario: Romesh Ranganathan

Minions: Pierre Coffin

Count Dracula: Adam Sandler

Jonathan Loughran: Andy Samberg

Mavis Dracula: Selena Gomez

Frank Frankenstein: Kevin James

Eunice Frankenstein: Fran Drescher

Wayne Werewolf: Steve Buscemi

Wanda Werewolf: Molly Shannon

Griffin: David Spade

Murray: Keegan-Michael Key

Dennis Dracula-Loughran: Asher Blinkoff

Vlad Dracula: Mel Brooks

Ericka Dracula: Kathryn Hahn

Abraham Van Helsing: Jim Gaffigan

Crystal: Chrissy Teigen

Winnie Werewolf: Sadie Sandler

Blobby Blob: Genndy Tartakovski

Baby Blobby: Genndy Tartakovski

Puppy Blobby: Genndy Tartakovski

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Evelyn Deavor: Catherine Keener

Morag: Michelle Gomez

Smek: Steve Martin

Velvet: Amy Schumer

Shelbourne: Bruce Campbell

Henry J. Waternoose: Brian Hull

Randall Boggs: Steve Buscemi

Johnny Worthington III: Nathan Fillion

Victor “Vector” Perkins: Jason Segel

Eduardo “El Macho” Perez: Benjamin Bratt

Balthazar Bratt: Trey Parker

Maxime Le Mal: Will Ferrell

Valentina: Sofía Vergara

Scarlet Overkill: Sandra Bullock

Herb Overkill: Jon Hamm

Belle Bottom: Taraji P. Henson

Jean-Clawed: Jean-Claude Van Damme

Svengeance: Dolph Lundgren

Stronghold: Danny Trejo

Nun-Chuck: Lucy Lawless

Bela: Rob Riggle

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Gabriel Agreste: Keith Silverstein

Nathalie Sancoeur: Sabrina Weisz

André Bourgeois: Joe Ochman

Audrey Bourgeois: Haviland Stillwell

Roger Raincomprix: Christopher Corey Smith

Caline Bustier: Dorothy Fahn

Marlena Césaire: Erin Fitzgerald

Otis Césaire: Paul St. Peter

Anarka Couffaine: Reba Buhr

Fred Haprèle: Ezra Weisz

Jalil Kubdel: Alejandro Saab

Alim Kubdel: Todd Haberkorn

Jagged Stone: Lex Lang

Penny Rolling: Mela Lee

Gina Dupain: Reba Buhr

Adrien’s Bodyguard: Ezra Weisz

Denis Damoclès: J.C. Hyke

André Glacier: Ezra Weisz

Aurore Beaureál: Mela Lee

Théo Barbot: Brian Beacock

Mireille Caquet: Mela Lee

Olga Mendeleiev: Anne Yatco

Mrs. Rossi: Mela Lee

Armand “Jean”: Ben Diskin

Clara Nightingale: Allegra Clark

Nooroo: Ben Diskin

Wang Fu: Paul St. Peter

Wayhem: Chris Hackney

Jean Duparc: Yuri Lowenthal

Duusu: Melissa Fahn

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Corvette Driver: Larry Matovina

Marriott’s Grande Vista Worker 1: Lee Eddy

Marriott’s Grande Vista Worker 2: Yuri Lowenthal

Cab Driver: Sam Riegel

Panera Cashier: Cassie Ewulu

Tour Guide: Dave Fennoy

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Sass: Ben Diskin

Ziggy: Susannah Corrington

Kaalki: Deneen Melody

Daizzi: Jessica Gee

Roaar: Sandy Fox

Xuppu: Sarah Weisz

Barkk: Sabrina Glow

Fluff: Ryan Bartley

Mullo: Deneen Melody

Stompp: Lauren Landa

Longg: Grant George

Orikko: Sabrina Weisz

Singing Voices

Adrien Agreste: Drew Ryan Scott

Valka Haddock: Mary Jane Wells

Clara Nightingale: Laura Marano

Story

Editorial

Art

Camera & Staging

Animation

Global Technology

Dailies & Sweatbox

Simulation & Crowds

Characters

Sets

Effects

Lighting

Rendering

Production

Creative Development

Post Production

Stereoscopic 3D

Internal Production

Post Production Sound

Additional Voices

Isabella Abiera, Andrew Ableson, Brad Ableson, Brad Abrell, Ava Acres, Pamela Adlon, Ozioma Akagha, Lori Alan, Carlos Alazraqui, Diego Alexander, Cristela Alonzo, Berenice Amador, Utkarsh Ambudkar, Mariah Amundsen, Connor Andrade, Dino Andrade, Isla Andrews, Julie Andrews, Angélica Aragón, Geoffrey Arend, Sander Argabrite, Curtis Armstrong, Joyce Arrastia

Diedrich Bader, Kelly Jean Badgley, Krizia Bajos, Dee Bradley Baker, Nina Bakshi, Cecil Baldwin, Colleen Ballinger, J Balvin, Jonathan Banks, Ogie Banks, Ike Barinholtz, Marlow Barkley, Julian Barnes, Ferrell Barron, Angela Bartys, Kelly Baskin, Lance Bass, Brec Bassinger, Eric Bauza, Vanessa Bayer, Stephanie Beatriz, Michael Beattie, Beth Behrs, Christopher Bell, Jillian Bell, Jim Belushi, Beck Bennett, Jeff Bennett, Jodi Benson, Morgan Berry, Blake Bertrand, Kay Bess, Anjali Bhimani, Kevin Bigley, Asher Bishop, Sam Black, Titus Blake, Susanne Blakeslee, J.B. Blanc, Tyler “Ninja” Blevins, Brian Bloom, Rachel Bloom, Corina Boettger, Elizabeth Bond, Michelle C. Bonilla, Alex Borstein, Barry Bostwick, Lombardo Boyar, Billy Boyd, Kurt Braunohler, Malena Brewer, Devin Bright, Paul Brittain, Ally Brooke, Danielle Brooks, Kimberly Brooks, Dayci Brookshire, Adam Brown, Yvette Nicole Brown, Nikki Bruner, Ashly Burch, Hannibal Buress, Tituss Burgess, Jere Burns, Corey Burton, Julia Butters, Carlton Byrd, Eugene Byrd

Frank Caliendo, Cody Cameron, Dove Cameron, Jaime Camil, Ken Hudson Campbell, Wayne Canney, Chrissy Cannone, Caitlin Carmichael, Declan Churchill Carter, Kyla Carter, Dana Carvey, Ari Castleton, Megan Cavanagh, Alex Cazares, Raul Ceballos, Brook Chalmers, Tucker Chandler, Matt Chapman, Max Charles, Charli XCX, Sean Charmatz, Ray Chase, Ry Chase, J.C. Chasez, David Chen, Margaret Cho, Will Choi, Greg Chun, Greg Cipes, Adrian Ciscato, Kimberly Adair Clark, Kyle Clifford, Eliza Cohen, John Cohen, Samantha Cohen, Stephen Colbert, Gary Cole, Frank Collison, Ruth Connell, Nazneen Contractor, Pierre Coffin, Steve Coogan, Jennifer Coolidge, Ian James Corlett, Natalie Coughlin, Riley Crawford, Zoe Crawford, Ryan Crego, Wilson Cruz, Jim Cummings, Glory Curda

Romi Dames, Rhys Darby, Mark Daugherty, Pete Davidson, Robbie Daymond, Meg DeAngelis, Grey DeLisle, Debi Derryberry, Kevin Deters, Trevor Devall, Loretta Devine, Jessica DiCicco, Libby Thomas Dickey, Neil Dickson, Michaela Dietz, Ricky Dillion, Daniel DiMaggio, John DiMaggio, Ben Diskin, Daniel DiVenere, David Dobrik, Phoebe Dohrn, Walt Dohrn, Juliet Donenfeld, Kelly Donohue, Jamie Dornan, Robin Atkin Downes, Derek Drymon, Greg Dykstra

Billy Eichner, Paul Eiding, Tonatiuh Elizarraraz, Karsyn Elledge, Miles Elliot, Abby Elliott, Kieron Elliott, Julia Emelin, Gideon Emery, Josh Engel, David Errigo Jr., Peter Ettinger, Nicole Lynn Evans

Samuel Faraci, Joey Fatone, David Faustino, Zehra Fazal, Justin Felbinger, Dave Fennoy, Keith Ferguson, Sabrina Fest, Nathan Fillion, Chloe Fineman, Maile Flanagan, Neil Flynn, Alan Foreman, Will Forte, Abby Ryder Fortson, Ariel Fournier, Dillon Francis, Jakari Fraser, Lauri Fraser, Cooper Friedman, Joe Fria, Ron Funches, Nika Futterman, David Fynn

Steele Gagnon, Bobs Gannaway, Hadley Gannaway, Ruben Garfias, Ally Garrett, Adam Gates, Brian George, Grant George, Sean Giambrone, Morgan Gingerich, Ben Giroux, Michael Goldstrom, André Gordon, Lucas Grabeel, McKenna Grace, Victoria Grace, Kat Graham, Jake Green, Khamani Griffin, Harvey Guillén, Jorge Gutierrez

Todd Haberkorn, Jamila Hache, Bill Hader, Ashleigh Crystal Hairston, Tony Hale, Mark Hamill, Tex Hammond, Jess Harnell, Patti Harrison, Melissa Joan Hart, Jay Hatton, Jacob Haver, Tony Hawk, Jon Heder, Grace Helbig, John Michael Higgins, Cheryl Hines, Alex Hirsch, Ariel Hirsch, Bridget Hoffman, Jacob Hopkins, Telma Hopkins, Richard Horvitz, Bonnie Hunt

Gabriel Iglasias, Alani Ilongwe, Irene, Sirena Irwin, Nicolas Isler

David Jacks, Colby Jackson, Janelle James, Allison Janney, Ken Jenkins, Ashley Jensen, Ken Jeong, Jan Johns, Michael B. Johnson, Kandee Johnson, Joy, Mara Junot

Jane Kaczmarek, Holly Kagis, Alexa Kahn, Anita Kalathara, Jamie Kaler, Adelaide Kane, J.P. Karliak, Simon Kassianides, Chris Kattan, Clay Kaytis, Josh Keaton, Michael Keaton, Stephen Kearin, Craig Kellman, Sean Kenin, Tom Kenny, Carrie Keranen, Keegan-Michael Key, Georgie Kidder, Faith Margaret Kidman-Urban, Sunday-Rose Kidman-Urban, Daniel Dae Kim, Arif S. Kinchen, Chris Kirkpatrick, Matt Kirshen, Andrew Kishino, Even Kishiyama, Nick Kishiyama, Jennifer Kluska, David Koechner, Kana Koinuma, John Krasinski, Bert Kreischer, Sean T. Krishnan

Tyler Labine, Phil LaMarr, Lex Lang, Chris Anthony Lansdowne, Christian Lanz, Aaron LaPlante, Natalie Lashkari, Bella Laudiero, Peter Lavin, Chris Naoki Lee, Judy Alice Lee, Mela Lee, Marcella Lentz-Pope, Dawnn Lewis, Jenifer Lewis, Daisy Lightfoot, Lil Rel Howery, Courtney Lin, Christopher Livingston, A.J. Locascio, Bruce Locke, Ethan Loh, Evangeline Lomelino, Eric Lopez, George Lopez, Jon Lovitz, Mallory Low, Luenell, Jacob Mattathiparambli Lukose, Luna Kitty, Jane Lynch, Jennifer Lyter

Melissa Mable, Ashlyn Madden, Angela Malhotra, Sunil Malhotra, Zosia Mamet, Sonia Manzano, Julie Marcus, Sam Marin, Eileen Marra, Mona Marshall, Vanessa Marshall, Jeanine Mason, Gaten Materazzo, Ross Mathews, Kyrie Mcalpin, Jack McBrayer, Danny McBride, Amanda McCann, Brian McCann, Matt McCarthey, Maureen McCormick, Michael McDonald, Griffin McElroy, Justin McElroy, Travis McElroy, Philip McGrade, Rose McIver, Jessica McKenna, Kate McKinnon, Ryan McPartlin, Kayla Melikian, Alex Mendoza, Scott Menville, Matt Mercer, Jim Meskimen, Piotr Michael, Sydney Mikayla, Lara Jill Miller, Kamali Minter, Helen Mirren, Mike Mitchell, Ollie Mitchell, Nicole Mitchell, Max Mittelman, Katy Mixon, Kausar Mohammed, Adrian Molina, Alfred Molina, Casey Mongillo, Sumalee Montano, Parsa Montazeri, Kimberly Mooney, Ethan Mora, Andrew Morgado, Matthew Moy, Bobby Moynihan, Brent Mukai, Megan Mullally, Bill Mumy, Liliana Mumy, Michelle Murdocca

Eric Nam, Lucas Neff, Marisol Nichols, Nicki Minaj, Minae Noji, Hannah Nordberg, Daran Norris, Nolan North, Oscar Nuñez

Nick Offerman, John O’Hurley, Ólafur Darri Ólafsson, Roxana Ortega, Vico Ortiz, Vincent Oswald, Patton Oswalt, Cheri Oteri, Frank Oz

Carson Pak, Grant Palmer, Shaunta Parasuraman, Chandni Parekh, Chris Parnell, Rob Paulsen, Nasim Pedrad, Paula Pell, Alexa PenaVega, Carlos PenaVega, Lucian Perez, Raymond S. Persi, Paul St. Peter, Bob Peterson, Emily Peterson, Zoe Pessin, Jeff Pidgeon, Patrick Pinney, Jonah Platt, Aubrey Plaza, Taylor Poliodore, Kelly Prizeman, Phil Proctor, Griffin Puatu, Cristina Pucelli, Danny Pudi

Guido Quaroni, Nohely Quiroz

Jan Rabson, Eften Ramirez, Mason Ramsey, Da’Vine Joy Randolph, Sophia Ranft, John Ratzenberger, Indra Raval, Joaquin Raval, Usher Raymond IV, Nova Reed, Fergal Reilly, Chris Renaud, Michael Rianda, John Rice, Kevin Michael Richardson, Jean-Michel Richaud, Rob Riggle, Cody Rigsby, John Roberts, Thomas Robie, Andre Robinson, Isaac Robinson-Smith, Zeno Robinson, Adam Rodriguez, Justin Roiland, Al Roker, Lou Romano, Stephen Root, Dave Rosenbaum, Isabella Rossellini, Lily Rubenstein, RuPaul, Joshua Rush, Ian Ruskin, Alex Ryan, RZA

Alejandro Saab, Philece Sampler, Jadon Sand, Jared Sandler, Sunny Sandler, Romeo Santos, Katia Saponenko, Dan Scanlon, Kristen Schaal, Atticus Schaffer, Stephen Schaffer, Paul Scheer, Charlie Schlatter, Reid Scott, Marcus Scribner, Shane Selloria, Peter Serafinowicz, Annie Sertich, Seulgi, Lexi Sexton, Emma Shannon, Wallace Shawn, Mariel Sheets, Stephanie Sheh, Angela Shelton, Blake Shelton, Jacob Shinder, James Sie, Keith Silverstein, Lily Mae Silverstein, Christian Simon, Kaci Simotas, Bria Singleton, JoJo Siwa, Gunnar Sizemore, Jenny Slate, Robert Smigel, David C. Smith, David P. Smith, Kurtwood Smith, Roger Craig Smith, Betsy Sodaro, Peter Sohn, Jonny Solomon, Kath Soucie, Stephen Stanton, Brian Stepanek, April Stewart, Lisa Stewart, Mindy Sterling, Curtis Stone, Alyson Stoner, Karen Strassman, Tara Strong, Eric Morgan Stuart, Melissa Sturm, Cree Summer, Julia Sweeney, Christopher Swindle

Catherine Taber, Jorma Taccone, Ursula Taherian, Jill Talley, Kapil Talwalker, Fred Tatasciore, Jimmy Tatro, Courtnay Taylor, James Arnold Taylor, Maddie Taylor, David Tennant, Josh Robert Thompson, Haley Tju, Stephen Tobolowski, Ryan Toby, Lauren Tom, Katy Townsend, William Townsend, Danny Trejo, Abby Trott, Joe Lo Truglio, Alan Tudyk, Gregg Turkington, Aisha Tylor

Alanna Ubach, Bob Uecker

Tru Valentino, Hazel Van Orman, Leif Van Orman, Thurop Van Orman, Tarreyn Van Slyke, Lisa Vanderpump, Mason Vaughan, Cristina Vee, Vladimir Versailles, Anna Vocino

Kari Wahlgren, John Walker, Quvenzhané Wallis, Cory Walls, Deirdre Warin, Audrey Wasilewski, Bahia Watson, David Watterson, Ezra Weisz, Sabrina Weisz, Wendy, Stevie Wermers-Skelton, Colette Whitaker, Shondalia White, Mae Whitman, Mark Whitten, Kristen Wiig, Barry Williams, Elisha “EJ” Williams, Gary Anthony Williams, James Williams, Debra Wilson, Thomas F. Wilson, April Winchell, Bill Wise, Jim Wise, Dave Wittenberg, Sofie Wolfe, Fryda Wolff, Ali Wong, Secunda Wood, Zach Woods, Leonard Wu

Ray Yamamoto, Bowen Yang, Jimmy O. Yang, Michelle Yeoh, Yeri, Luke Youngblood, Erin Yvette

Rick Zieff, Calvin Zwicker, Casey Zwicker

Music

Additional Vocalists

Kelly Baskin, Morgan Berry

Joe Fria, André Gordon

Matt Mercer, Casey Mongillo

Minae Noji, Alejandro Saab

Special thanks to the orchestra for bringing the music to life.

“The Moon Theatre” (from “Sing”)

Composed by Joby Talbot

Property of Universal Studios Music LLLP; Copyright ©2016

“The Plan Song”

Composed by Mahito Yokota, Toru Minegishi, Koji Kondo, and Yasuaki Iwata

Performed by Cristina Vee and Mela Lee

Music is Property of Nintendo’s “Super Mario 3D World”; Copyright ©2013

“It’s Finn McMissile” (from “Cars 2”)

Composed by Michael Giacchino

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2011

“Goodbye” (from “Cars”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2006

“This City is Not a Home” (parody of “This Grill is Not a Home” from “SpongeBob SquarePants”)

Written by Eban Schletter and Paul Tibbitt

Performed by Bryce Papenbrook, Carrie Keranen, Ben Diskin, Grant George, Erika Harlacher, Andrew Russell, Jessica Gee, Max Mittelman, Reba Buhr, Michael Sinterniklaas, Kyle McCarley, Kira Buckland, Faye Mata, Christopher Corey Smith, Philece Sampler, and Sabrina Weisz

Original Song Performed by Tom Kenny and Dee Bradley Baker

Property of Viacom International, Inc.; Copyright ©1999

“You Might Think”

Written by Ric Ocasek

Performed by Weezer

Property of UMG (on behalf of Walt Disney Records/Pixar); Copyright ©2011

“Wasted Potential” (from “Monsters University”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2013

“Sistine Chapel on Wheels” (from “Cars 3”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2017

“End of the Line”

Written by Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison, and Tom Petty

Performed by The Traveling Wilburys

Property of T. Wilbury Limited/Concord Music Group, Inc.; Copyright ©1988

“Tiki Dancing” (from “SpongeBob SquarePants”)

Composed by Lionel Wendling

Property of Viacom International, Inc.; Copyright ©1999

“I’ve Got a Dream” (from “Tangled”)

Written by Alan Menken and Glenn Slater

Performed by Luna-TK, JD Shadow, Cristina Vee, Mela Lee, and the Crossover Characters

Original Song Performed by Brad Garrett, Jeffrey Tambor, Zachary Levi, Mandy Moore, and the Thugs

Property of Walt Disney Records; Copyright ©2009

“Minion Mission” (from “Minions”)

Composed by Heitor Pereira

Property of Universal Studios Music LLLP; Copyright ©2015

“Field Trip” (from “Monsters University”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2013

“Evil” (parody of “Jet Song” from “West Side Story”)

Written by Stephen Sondheim

Performed by Lisa Kay Jennings and the Villains

Original Song Performed by Riff and the Jets

Original Song in 1961 Performed by Tucker Smith and the Jets

Original Song in 2021 Performed by Mike Faist and the Jets

Original Version is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1957

Original Version in 1961 is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1961

Version in 2021 is Property of Universal Music Group; Copyright ©2021

“Gee, Officer Raven” (parody of “Gee, Officer Krupke” from “West Side Story”)

Written by Stephen Sondheim

Performed by Drew Ryan Scott, Carrie Keranen, Zeno Robinson, Selah Victor, Grant George, Max Mittelman, Jessica Gee, Reba Buhr, Michael Sinterniklaas, Kira Buckland, Faye Mata, Alejandro Saab, and Erika Harlacher

Original Song Performed by Action and the Jets

Original Song in 1961 Performed by Russ Tamblyn and the Jets

Original Song in 2021 Performed by the Jets

Original Version is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1957

Original Version in 1961 is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1961

Version in 2021 is Property of Universal Music Group; Copyright ©2021

“Soarin’” (from “Soarin’ Over California”)

Composed by Jerry Goldsmith

Property of Walt Disney Records; Copyright ©2001

“Jake’s first flight” (from “Avatar”)

Composed by James Horner

Property of Atlantic Recording Corporation; Copyright ©2009

“Funeral March” (from “The Tree of Life”)

Composed by Patrick Cassidy

Property of Lakeshore Records; Copyright ©2011

“Stinging Glow Urchin” (from “Monsters University”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2013

“Cool” (from “West Side Story”)

Written by Stephen Sondheim

Performed by Drew Ryan Scott, Carrie Keranen, Zeno Robinson, Selah Victor, Cassandra Lee Morris, Grant George, Max Mittelman, Jessica Gee, Reba Buhr, Michael Sinterniklaas, Kira Buckland, Christopher Corey Smith, Anne Yatco, Andrew Russell, Faye Mata, Alejandro Saab, Laila Berzins, Erika Harlacher, Sabrina Weisz, Stephanie Sheh, and Cherami Leigh

Original Song Performed by Riff and the Jets

Original Song in 1961 Performed by Tucker Smith and the Jets

Original Song in 2021 Performed by Ansel Elgort and Mike Faist

Original Version is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1957

Original Version in 1961 is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1961

Version in 2021 is Property of Universal Music Group; Copyright ©2021

“For The Children!!” (from “Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!”)

Composed by John Powell

Property of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation; Copyright ©2008

“Angry Mob” (from “Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!”)

Composed by John Powell

Property of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation; Copyright ©2008

“We Are Here” (from “Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!”)

Composed by John Powell

Property of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation; Copyright ©2008

“Symphonophone” (from “Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!”)

Composed by John Powell

Property of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation; Copyright ©2008

“JoJo Saves the Day” (from “Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!”)

Composed by John Powell

Property of 20th Century Fox Film Corporation; Copyright ©2008

“O Makalapua B (from “SpongeBob SquarePants”)

Composed by Kapono Beamer

Property of Viacom International, Inc.; Copyright ©1999

“Road Rager” (from “Cars 2”)

Composed by Michael Giacchino

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2011

“Tonight - Ensemble” (from “West Side Story”)

Written by Stephen Sondheim

Performed by Lisa Kay Jennings and the Villains, Cristina Vee and the Heroes, the Crossover Characters, and Cast

Original Song Performed by Riff and the Jets, Bernardo and the Sharks, Anita, Tony, and Maria

Original Song in 1961 Performed by Russ Tamblyn and the Jets, George Chakiris and the Sharks, Rita Moreno, Jim Bryant, and Marni Nixon

Original Song in 2021 Performed by Mike Faist and the Jets, David Alvarez and the Sharks, Ariana DeBose, Ansel Elgort, and Rachel Zegler

Original Version is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1957

Original Version in 1961 is Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1961

Version in 2021 is Property of Universal Music Group; Copyright ©2021

“Miraculous Ladybug Opening - Rock Cover”

Covered by MrLopez2112

“Frolic” (from One Ocean at SeaWorld)

Composed by SeaWorld Attraction

Property of SeaWorld Parks & Entertainment, Inc.; Copyright ©2011

“We Want Eggs!” (from “The Angry Birds Movie”)

Composed by Heitor Pereira

Property of Rovio Animation Company; Copyright ©2016

“Nothing Like a Statue” (from “The Angry Birds Movie”)

Composed by Heitor Pereira

Property of Rovio Animation Company; Copyright ©2016

“Flint Returns” (from “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs”)

Composed by Mark Mothersbaugh

Property of Sony Pictures Animation, Inc./Madison Gates Records, Inc.; Copyright ©2009

“Couldn’t Be Better - Reprise” (from “UglyDolls”)

Written by Christopher Lennertz and Glenn Slater

Performed by Cristina Vee, the Crossover Characters, and Cast

Original Song Performed by Kelly Clarkson, Blake Shelton, Wang Leehom, Janelle Monáe, Charli XCX, Bebe Rexha, Lizzo, Wanda Sykes, Gabriel Iglasias, Pitbull, and Cast

Property of Atlantic Recording Corporation; Copyright ©2019

“Home Tweet Home” (from “The Angry Birds Movie”)

Composed by Heitor Pereira

Property of Rovio Animation Company; Copyright ©2016

“A Pretty Paris Day” (parody of “Finale: Bikini Bottom Day” from “The SpongeBob Musical”)

Written by Jonathan Coulton

Performed by Drew Ryan Scott, Zeno Robinson, Carrie Keranen, Selah Victor, Cristina Vee, the Crossover Characters, and Cast

Original Song Performed by Ethan Slater and Company of the SpongeBob Musical

Property of Show Pants LLC/Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©2017

“Gymnopedie No. 1”

Composed by Erik Satie

Property of Sony Music Entertainment; Copyright ©1888

“Letters About You” (from “Cars 3”)

Composed by Randy Newman

Property of Walt Disney Records/Pixar; Copyright ©2017

“Miraculous”

Performed by Lou Jean and Drew Ryan Scott

“In The Rain”

Composed by Jeremy Zag

ZAG Entertainment Team

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Special Thanks

Sound created in Dolby Atmos

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“Coco” is property of Pixar Animation Studios; Copyright ©2017

“Angry Birds” is property of Rovio Entertainment; Copyright ©2009

“The Angry Birds Movie” is property of Sony Pictures Animation; Copyright ©2016

“Trolls” is property of Dreamworks Animation SKG/Dreamworks Animation Television; Copyright ©2016

“Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” is property of Sony Pictures Animation; Copyright ©2009

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