#it's such a vivid sequence in my head

[dreaming-hibi]

How unhinged am I? Let's just say that I take songs and make them into openings/endings/theme songs for fanfictions I write

[act-iv]

I'm not to the point of making animatic yet but sth sth lets work together with walter and molokov tango dancing...

[melancholy-of-nadia]

the a(myg)dala (explicit) | myg

title: the a(myg)dala (explicit) pairing: mafia leader/detective! agust d x right handman! f. reader ; gang leader! yoongi x right handman! f. reader rating/genre: explicit (18+) ; angst , thriller , smut ; haegeum au , my agustdverse summary: You wake up in a lavish bedroom with no recollection of memories of who you are. The only person who holds the key to this mystery is the owner of the house, Agust D, a mafia boss masquerading as a police detective. He claims you’re his right hand (wo)man and that he needs to protect you from someone who’s after you, as well as a treasure he’s searching for. With danger lurking and your memories a blank slate, can you trust Agust D to uncover the truth, or is there more to his story than meets the eye? note: i have been planning this in my head (like the delusional girly i am) since daechwita came out in 2020, but it wasn't until 2023 with the haegeum mv that it truly solidified me wanting to put together my thoughts to create this. i started out with Distraction and Infatuation as test one shots to gauge at the interest, and now it has lead me to create the first actual chapter of this series. this series is dedicated to my bestie the biggest yoongi smut luvr i know @daegudrama and to my favorite yoongi fic writers @jcoles and @theharrowing. also this is kinda unedited i apologize for any mistakes sndksfjladsafbjka i will edit later on. warnings: the following series is intended for a mature audience and may contain graphic language, graphic violence, weapons (guns/katana swords/chopsticks), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, gambling, murder, gang activity, memory loss/amnesia, sassy and on guard reader, unreliable characters, haegeum!agust d, haegeum!yoongi, tale of two MYGs technically, LMAO, TEAM SUGA! appearances as mafia men, assassins, slow burn, fight sequences, power imbalance, future smut scenes that may contain some bdsm elements, multiverse implications, tattoos, etc. drop date: october 29th, 2024, 9:00pm pst word count: 5.5k – –

The world slowly comes into focus, the haze of unconsciousness lifting like a dissipating fog. You blink, your eyelids heavy as if weighed down by lead. The room around you is unfamiliar, dimly lit by a lamp on a nearby table. The scent of damp wood and something herbal lingers in the air. You try to move, but a sharp, throbbing pain in your head forces you to stay still.

Panic surges through you. Where are you? Why can’t you remember anything?

You glance around, the room’s details gradually becoming clearer. It is small and sparsely furnished, with wooden walls and a single window covered by a thick, faded curtain. But the strangest part is that you can't recall how you got here or what happened before. Your mind is blank, a void where your memories should be.

Well, almost blank.

Two things are certain in your mind: your name—whatever comfort that brings—and the image of a man, his face marked by a prominent scar, entering this very room. Yet, in the memory, the man looks different—his features more vivid, his clothing distinct. He is wearing a green jacket. You cling to that detail as if it were a lifeline in the sea of confusion.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of the wooden floor. You turn your head—slowly, cautiously—and see him. The man from your memory stands at the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and relief.

“You’re up? You’ve been asleep for a couple of days now.”

His voice is deep, carrying a warmth that contrasts with the sternness of his appearance. The scar on his face is unmistakable, and yet something about him seems off, like a piece of a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit.

“Who are—” you start to ask, but the words catch in your throat as a sudden, stabbing pain shoots through your temples. You wince, pressing a hand to your forehead as you try to steady your breathing.

The man’s eyes narrow, his concern deepening. “Easy, doll, don’t strain yourself. You’ve been through a lot.”

Doll?

His tone is soothing, but it only heightens your unease. Why does he look so familiar? And why does the memory of him in that green jacket feel so significant?

“I... I can’t remember… why can’t I remember?” you whisper, your voice trembling with the weight of your fear and confusion. “I can’t remember anything, except your face. But you looked different... the green jacket...”

The man frowns, clearly troubled by your words. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying not to startle you.

“Listen,” he says gently, grasping your cheek. “You’ve been through something traumatic. It’s normal to feel disoriented. But you’re safe now, alright? We’ll figure this out together.”

His reassurance does little to ease the growing tension in your chest. As he speaks, you can’t shake the nagging feeling that there’s something he isn’t telling you—something important that lies just beyond your grasp.

But for now, with your head pounding and your body weak, all you can do is nod and hope that the answers will come soon.

His phone rings, the sound slicing through the uneasy quiet of the room. The man glances at you briefly, his expression unreadable, before pulling the phone from his pocket. He answers it without a word, his face hardening as he listens to the person on the other end. After a tense moment, he turns away, stepping out of the room.

The door creaks shut behind him.

You wait, the minutes stretching into what feels like an eternity. Ten minutes pass, then thirty, and still, there is no sign of his return. Your unease grows. Why hasn’t he come back yet? What was that phone call about?

The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as your anxiety gnaws at you. You try to stay still, but the silence is suffocating. You need to get out of bed.

With some effort, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as your body protests the movement. Every muscle feels sore, as if you’ve been through something physically draining. Your feet touch the cool floor, and you slowly stand, swaying slightly as the room spins for a moment. Steadying yourself, you look around, eyes settling on the door.

You have to investigate. You need to understand what is happening.

Just as you take a step toward the door, it swings open with a soft creak. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as a new figure enters the room.

It is a woman, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit that contrasts her bright orange bob cut. She moves with an air of quiet confidence, her eyes locking onto yours with a steady, calm gaze. She seems close to your age, though something about her presence feels more mature, more composed.

“Hello,” she says, her voice smooth and professional. “My name is Adora. Apologies, as Mr. Agust had to step out unexpectedly, but he kept me up to speed with everything going on and told me to help care for you in the meantime.”

You blink, taking in her words, still processing the situation.

Mr. Agust? That’s his name?

Adora approaches the small table by the bed and sets down a neatly folded bundle of clothes. “I’ve brought you some clothes,” she adds, gesturing toward the bundle. “I imagine you’d want to change into something more comfortable.” She glances at you, wearing a white spaghetti-strapped nightgown. Yeah, you need to change out of this.

“Who… who is Mr. Agust?” you ask, your voice hoarse from disuse. The question has been burning in your mind ever since you woke up.

“Oh! The man who was just in here before me. Agust D,” she says happily. “He’s been looking after you since… well, since the incident.”

“The incident?” you repeat, confused. “What happened to me?”

Her smile fades, and a shadow of concern crosses her features. “I’m afraid that’s something only Mr. Agust can explain to you. He’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

She steps back, giving you space, and nods toward the clothes again. “Go ahead and take a shower before changing. I’ll wait outside if you need anything.”

And once again, you are left alone.

You grab the bundle of clothes, the fabric soft under your fingers as you unfold them. A white, long-sleeved collared shirt, a plaid skirt, and knee socks—an odd combination. Your brow furrows. Is this a school uniform? The thought seems out of place, considering everything else, but you push it aside. Right now, getting cleaned up and dressed feels like the first step toward reclaiming some control.

There is a small door beside your bed that leads to a bathroom. You open it and are greeted by a modest, clean space. The tiles are cool beneath your feet as you walk toward the shower. Your mind feels murky, still clouded by the lack of memory, and every detail around you seems both unfamiliar and strangely mundane at the same time.

As the hot water sprays down from the rain showerhead on the ceiling, you stand still for a moment, letting the warmth wash over you. It feels good, the steam wrapping around your sore muscles, loosening the tension that has built up since waking. Slowly, you begin to move, running your hands through your hair, watching the water swirl around your feet. You glance down at your body, your movements still careful, as though you fear something is waiting beneath the surface of your skin.

And then, you notice them—bruises. Small, fading marks dot your legs and arms, some yellowing at the edges, others still dark purple. Scrapes, too, healed over but unmistakable, mar your skin. You gently touch one on your forearm, wincing at the slight sting.

What happened to you? Frustration bubbles up inside you, making your throat tight. Every mark tells a story, a piece of the puzzle that should be obvious. But all you have are fragments, and none of them make sense.

You close your eyes, trying to summon any trace of a memory, something that could explain the bruises, the scrapes, the pain in your muscles. But there is nothing. Just emptiness.

Your hands shake slightly as you rinse off, the water turning from soothing to overwhelming. You finish quickly, the hot steam doing little to quell the storm of confusion and frustration rising within you.

Stepping out of the shower, you catch your reflection in the small, fogged-up mirror. You wipe it with your hand, staring at yourself, but the person staring back looks just as lost. No answers. No clarity.

With a sigh, you turn away and dry off, pulling on the strange outfit—first the crisp white shirt, then the plaid skirt and knee socks. The uniform fits well enough. Did you used to wear this before as well? You're left wondering too many things...

After slipping into a comfortable pair of slippers that you find beside the bed, you step out of the room for the first time. The hallway greets you with a soft, dim glow, revealing that evening has settled in. Shadows dance across the walls as you cautiously make your way forward.

Adora is sitting in a chair by your door, casually scrolling through her phone. At the sound of your footsteps, she looks up, her orange hair catching the light.

“Miss! All done? Do you need anything?” she asks, standing up swiftly with an attentive smile.

“Yeah, all done,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “I just... want you to show me around. I’m having a little trouble recalling some things.” You hesitate, wary of revealing too much. If people know about your memory loss, they could use it against you. But surely Adora had been informed by Agust D beforehand, right?

Adora’s eyes softened. “No worries, Mr. Agust did mention this detail to me.”

You’re correct.

“I’ll show you around and get you updated on the things I’m cleared to inform you on,” she adds.

Cleared? The word hangs in the air, making you wonder just how much is being kept from you. Still, you nod. “That’s fine.”

Adora leads the way down the hall, and your tour begins. The mansion is far larger than you anticipate. As you move from room to room, it becomes clear that this place is no ordinary home. The architecture is grand, with high ceilings and long corridors lined with dark wood paneling and expensive-looking art. Every room seems carefully designed, exuding luxury and power.

Your bedroom is relatively simple compared to the rest of the mansion—modest in size with muted tones, though the bed is large and soft. Across the hall, Adora points out Mr. Agust’s room. Unlike yours, it is locked, and she makes no attempt to open it. The door itself is dark wood, with intricate carvings around the frame. You can only imagine what is inside.

Next, she leads you to his office. It’s a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a grand desk made of polished mahogany, and a large window overlooking a courtyard. Papers and files are neatly stacked on the desk, though Adora makes no comment about what they contain. The room has an air of importance, almost like a command center.

The kitchen and dining area are expansive. The kitchen, spotless and gleaming, is staffed with a few workers who nod politely as you pass. The dining room is more formal, with a long table capable of seating at least a dozen people. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, casting warm light across the room.

The living room is one of the most impressive spaces—a large, open area with plush leather sofas, a marble fireplace, and a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The windows here are larger, revealing a darkening city skyline.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in Bangkok. Thailand.”

Bangkok? You know what that place is, but it’s not a location you expected to be in.

As you explore, you begin to notice more people moving through the mansion—mostly bodyguards, dressed in black and stationed at various points. Most of them seem to be Korean, their stoic expressions and quiet movements blending into the background. It’s strange to see so many of them here. A mansion in Thailand, filled with Koreans—it doesn’t add up.

Your curiosity gnaws at you, but you know Adora isn’t the right person to ask. Whatever this is, it feels delicate. You’ll have to wait for Mr. Agust.

After what feels like hours of walking through corridors and staircases, Adora finally leads you to the dining room, gesturing for you to sit at the long table.

“I received word that Mr. Agust has just arrived,” she says, offering you a gentle smile. “You’ll meet him here. The staff has set out some tea and desserts for you while you wait.”

You look at the table. A silver tray holds a pot of tea and an assortment of small pastries. The aroma is sweet and comforting, but the anticipation makes your hands tremble slightly as you reach for a cup and serve yourself some tea.

“I’ll come back to join you two, along with some of the other guards,” Adora continues. “Mr. Agust will be here shortly.”

Interesting. You’re not sure what to make of this situation.

The dining room grows quieter as you sit alone with your thoughts, nibbling on a cookie to stave off the nerves.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the hallway outside the dining room. You freeze, your pulse quickening as the door swings open. A group of men enters, all dressed in dark suits, their expressions stern and composed. They move in unison, fanning out to take seats around the table, but one man stands out from the rest.

Agust D

He strides in with a commanding presence, his sharp eyes surveying the room as he walks. There’s an air of authority around him that makes the space feel smaller. His dark hair is slicked back, his expression unreadable as he takes the seat at the head of the table.

The sleeves of his shirt are stained red… You don’t want to know if that’s blood, but it’s the only thing you can assume.

 Adora re-enters the room soon after, gliding in with her usual grace. She takes her seat across from you, her calm demeanor unwavering as she folds her hands in front of her. The tension in the room is thick, though it seems invisible to her.

Agust turns to you, his gaze piercing but calm. "I hope you’re feeling a bit more settled," he says, his voice low and even.

Yeah, sure, settled, you think, fighting the urge to laugh. Settled is the last thing you feel in this... “house.” 

You nod slowly, feeling the weight of the room pressing down on you. “Yeah, I suppose,” you mutter, unsure how to respond. You reach for a cookie from the tray in front of you, more out of nervousness than actual hunger.

“I know this place might be overwhelming,” Agust continues, leaning back in his chair. “This is no ordinary home, as you’ve probably gathered by now.”

You swallow hard, the cookie crumbling slightly in your hands. No ordinary home is an understatement. The size, the guards, the secrecy—it all screams something far beyond the normal.

“To formally introduce myself, my name is Agust D. I’m the chief detective for the Asia-Pacific Police Force here in Bangkok. Comprised of officers from all Asia investigating international crime,” he says, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth as if daring you to believe him.

You nod slowly, though something about it doesn’t sit right with you. “That’s... interesting,” you begin carefully, “but I don’t think that’s all. There’s something else, isn’t there?”

“Smart girl. You’re sharp, I’ll give you that.” Agust’s eyes gleam, and a chuckle rumbles from his chest. “No, that’s not all.”

He leans forward slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. “I am a leader of this mafia family you’ve been seeing.”

Your hand freezes mid-bite, the cookie slipping from your fingers and falling onto the table. Your heart skips a beat. Mafia? Your mind races. Organized crime? How the hell did you get involved in something like this? Fear snakes up your spine as your hands begin to tremble slightly. You can feel your throat tightening, your body responding to the panic rising inside you.

Agust’s eyes soften just a fraction, as if sensing your fear. “Relax,” he says, his voice calm, almost reassuring. “I’m not going to hurt you... you’ve been working for me for quite some time before all of this, after all.”

“Working for you?” you echo, incredulous. None of this makes sense. You shake your head, unable to comprehend. “Me? I... I don’t think so. I mean why would I–”

Agust’s smile returns, and he leans back in his chair, his hand disappearing beneath the table. “It is you,” he says firmly, interrupting you. Without warning, he tosses something across the table.

You flinch, instinctively reaching out to catch it—your hand closing around the handle of a heavy object. What the— A sword? Its weight is oddly familiar in your grip. You stare at it, eyes wide, your breath catching in your throat. The scabbard is intricately decorated with a blossom pattern that triggers something deep within you, something familiar.

You’ve seen this before... You’ve used this before.

Grainy and fragmented memories burst through your mind of a time when you’d used this. “Go ahead,” Agust says, his voice quiet but commanding. “Try it out.”

As if under a trance, your fingers move on their own, sliding the blade free from the scabbard. The polished metal gleams in the low light, its sharp edge whispering of battles fought and blood spilled. Before you realize what is happening, you have gotten onto the dining table, moving with fluid precision toward Agust that startles even you.

The bodyguards around the room react instantly, rising from their chairs and drawing guns, all pointed at you. But you don’t stop. You can’t stop. Your body moves on its own, and within a second, you are standing over Agust, the tip of your blade mere centimeters from his throat.

The room is dead silent. Agust doesn’t flinch. He merely raises a hand, a calm gesture to his men. The bodyguards look at him in hesitation, but slowly lower their weapons, keeping their eyes trained on you.

A chuckle escapes his lips. “Did that jog your memory?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as if he has been waiting for this moment.

You stare down at him, your chest heaving, adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I... only a little…?” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the sword in your hand feels so familiar, so right, but your mind is still a blur of confusion.

“So much bloodlust you’ve got hidden in those eyes. Are you going to cut me down this time, doll?” he asks, his voice teasing, yet there’s a glint of seriousness behind his eyes.

This time? What does he mean by “this time”? 

Despite the odd question, your heart skips a beat.

“W-What?!” you stammer, not understanding what he means. You pull the blade away, stepping back and lowering it to your side. Your hands are still shaking.

Agust smirks but says nothing more about it. Instead, he leans back, seemingly unfazed by how close he has come to death. “So, do you want some of the answers I can provide?”

Enough of this cryptic stuff.

You blink, still trying to process what just happened. “Are you actually going to answer me this time?” you ask, your voice sharper than intended.

Agust chuckles, clearly enjoying this more than you are. “That depends on what you want to know.”

“Hmm…” You hesitate for a moment while Agust signals his men to sit back down. They sit down, resume their positions, and the tension in the room seems to dissolve as if nothing happened just moments ago.

“Now tell me, doll,” Agust says, leaning forward, his eyes locked onto yours with a predatory intensity.

“First of all, who am I? Why do you keep calling me ‘Doll’?” you shoot back, your tone sharper than intended.

Agust lets out a deep breath, almost as if your question bores him. “You don’t have a name, as far as I know, so I call you doll. It’s cute, isn’t it?”

You give him an exasperated roll of your eyes, and he chuckles, as if he expects nothing less. “But besides me, everyone else calls you ‘Dove’—your code name.”

“Why am I here?” you press on, hoping for a more substantial answer.

Agust’s grin grows wider. “Great to see you moving on to this point,” he says, resting his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers. “I’m protecting you. Your life is at stake, actually.”

You scoff. “Protecting me from…?”

“Someone.” His tone is vague, and your irritation flares at his refusal to offer more.

“Could you be any more vague?” you mutter, rolling your eyes again, daring him to give you something concrete. “Who is it?”

Agust’s expression shifts, his jaw tightening slightly. He clearly isn’t used to being questioned like this. Just as he opens his mouth to respond, one of the bodyguards at his side, a man with sharp features and an intense gaze, speaks up.

“I don’t think you should ask that right now,” he says firmly. “Just for the sake of your life.”

“Yijeong,” another bodyguard—a much older man with long black locks of hair—warns in a low voice.

Yijeong shrugs, his eyes unwavering. “I’m just looking out for her safety.” It doesn’t sound sincere, to be completely honest.

Agust gives a subtle nod, silencing the exchange with a single glance. Then he turns back to you, his gaze slightly softened. “Anyway, it’s exactly as I said,” he continues, his voice smooth, almost practiced. “As part of my daytime role, I’m a detective. And I’m also an underground mafia boss.”

You stiffen, feeling the weight of his words settle over you like a shroud. He isn’t done. “The person after you wants something that you hold the key to—something that we both want.” His tone is steady, a faint glint of ambition in his eyes. “I met you a few years ago and decided to let you live here, by my side, in hopes of finding it.”

You take a shaky breath, your mind reeling as you try to process this. “And I’ve been here ever since… as your right-hand man?”

Agust leans forward, his voice low yet intense. “That’s right. You were essential to our operations. I need you back in action, though. There’s a lot at stake here. We need to find this thing as soon as possible and get rid of this other person trying to kill you.”

You try to wrap your head around the idea that you’ve been living a life entrenched in the shadows of the criminal underworld, working closely with Agust and his organization—yet you can’t remember any of it. The weight of it presses heavily on you, disbelief twisting in your gut.

“So, you’re telling me,” you begin, your voice slightly unsteady but determined, “that I’ve been involved in this… mafia life all this time and now, because of some freak accident that you won’t disclose, I have not a single memory of it?”

“Precisely.” His eyes are fixed on you, unwavering. “Once you start easing into things again, I’ll tell you,” he says, his voice gaining an edge, “but now, I need you to decide.”

The frustration bubbles up within you, and without fully realizing it, you blurt out the most pressing question in your mind. “And what if I refuse?”

“Refuse?”

“Yeah, I mean, this sounds great and all… but I’m not about this mafia life and fighting whatever gang rival you have. Maybe you are mistaken about me.”

“Then…” A dangerous gleam flashes in Agust’s eyes, and before you know it, his hand moves beneath the table. In one swift motion, he pulls out a sleek, polished handgun, the metallic click echoing as he cocks a bullet into the barrel. You flinch, eyes widening as he aims it in your direction, his expression dark but laced with amusement.

“I’ll just kill you right here.” He pauses, letting the threat hang in the air before he lets out a dry laugh.

Holy shit.

What the fuck is that switch-up!?

You knew this man is insane, from the moment he handed you a katana and nearly let you cut him down.

He chuckles softly, an unsettling sound that made your heart race even faster. “Honestly, this could work in my favor anyway.”

Agust tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he keeps the gun trained on you. "Then he will never get his hands on you. Ending it here sounds like a fine choice, doesn’t it?” His tone is almost casual, as if he were discussing nothing more consequential than the weather.

Your throat feels tight, but you hold his gaze, refusing to back down. His words hang in the air, blending with the heavy silence of the room. The other men seated at the table look on, stone-faced, while Adora remains calm, her eyes studying you carefully. You can tell she’s a little worried for you.

“You really think you can just kill me off?” you manage, trying to mask the tremor in your voice. “All this talk about me being your right hand, about me holding the key to something you need. If I’m that important, you can’t just get rid of me. Then you’ll never find what you’re looking for.”

Agust’s lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, doll, I like that fire,” he says, lowering the gun ever so slightly but keeping his gaze locked on yours. Great, just what you need—a compliment from your potential murderer. “You’re right. I can’t just let you go that easily.”

He leans back, his gaze unwavering as he places the gun on the table, almost within reach yet tantalizingly out of yours. “Let’s make something clear,” he continues, his voice softening yet holding that sharp edge. “You’re right. You’re valuable to me, too valuable to throw away—at least for now.”

For now? That’s comforting. What does ‘for now’ even mean in this context? You thought you were friends for a long time by now. Doesn’t sound like it from this.

The tension in the room lessens slightly, though your pulse is still racing. Agust’s words feel like a reprieve, but only just; you know there’s always another game behind his every sentence, and the stakes are dangerously high.

“Alright,” you reply, forcing a bit of calm into your voice. “Then tell me more. You say I’m the key to something… What is it exactly?”

Agust shrugs, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable. “For now, let’s say it’s a treasure—one that’s extremely valuable to both me and… other interested parties.” He gives a small, almost lazy wave of his hand, brushing off the details as if they’re minor inconveniences.

“Other interested parties?” you press, sensing he’s holding back. “Like the person you’re supposedly protecting me from?”

Agust’s eyes narrow slightly, as though debating just how much he wants to divulge. He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair, and gives a curt nod.

 “Yes, exactly like that person. But don’t worry about…them,” he says, his voice dipping lower, almost like a threat wrapped in reassurance. “With me around, you’re safe. They won’t touch you. Besides, doll, you led them on quite a chase right before the accident that happened to you….And now, they know better than to mess with one of the biggest mafias in Bangkok, especially one that has the police wrapped around its finger.”

The words settle over you like a heavy blanket, the weight of the implications sinking in. You haven’t just ended up here by chance, nor is this some benevolent offer of protection. The people after you aren’t merely rivals—they’re people who chased you, people you evaded in the past. And now, you’re under the protection of not just any organization, but a criminal empire with authority woven tightly into Bangkok’s very fabric.

“Wrapped around your finger?” you echo, incredulous but with a hint of fascination you can’t suppress.

He smirks, leaning back in his chair as though he’s merely recounting a successful business venture. “Yes, Bangkok’s finest wouldn’t dare cross me. I’m a chief detective, after all. It’s all very convenient, don’t you think?”

Right, because every girl dreams of being involved with a chief detective who moonlights as a mafia boss. What’s next? A romantic comedy?

You feel your pulse throb in your temples in disbelief. “So that’s why they won’t come after me here?”

“Exactly,” he replies, his tone almost smug. “To come after you here would be a death sentence for them. And they know it.”

You mean, you can’t argue with that logic. Guess you’ll have to stick around this madness for a while.

You slowly slide off the table, feeling the lingering tension in your limbs as you settle back into your seat at the far end of the dining table. Agust watches you with that familiar smirk, clearly pleased with the subtle shift in your demeanor. Once seated, you exhale, steadying yourself before meeting his gaze again.

“And if you continue to stay here,” he begins, his tone softer but laced with intent, “there’s a chance your memories will eventually come back, piece by piece. Trying to leave and figure it all out on your own would be… risky, to say the least.”

He’s giving you an out, it seems, yet he isn’t. The faintest hint of a choice dangles in front of you, a chance to regain who you are—or escape before you learn too much.

Agust’s gaze never wavers. “If you want answers—if you want to understand what’s locked away in that mind of yours—staying is your best option.”

Adora’s gaze is unwavering as well, as though silently urging you to take Agust’s offer. You glance at the others around the table, all of them still and watchful, a powerful, immovable force surrounding you.

“And if I don’t stay?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sighs, though his eyes hold the barest glint of amusement. “Then I suppose you’ll be putting all that fire to good use. Running from a lot of people… including me.” His smirk softens, but his words are as sharp as ever. “The most dangerous game. It’s your choice, doll. But remember, what’s waiting for you out there isn’t likely to be as welcoming as here.”

Nice way to put it. A warm welcome with care followed by a bullet?

You lean back, trying to process everything. It’s surreal—being told you’ve been living some double life as the right hand to a mafia boss, that you’ve led people on a chase through Bangkok, and now, because of all this, there are people actively out to get you. Just yesterday… well, whenever “yesterday” is, you have no memory of this life. And now, Agust is offering you a choice. Either stay here and trust him to help you find yourself again, or leave and risk everything on your own.

You look down, hands fidgeting on your lap as you think it over. Realistically? You don’t have a lot of options. Even if you leave, where would you go? How would you survive with no memory of who you are? Just the idea of stumbling around Bangkok, a city you barely even remember, trying to outwit… whoever is after you seems like a suicide mission.

Besides, there’s something oddly reassuring about Agust, even if his methods are a bit terrifying. He doesn’t look like he’s about to pull any punches, and for some reason, that makes you trust him more. He isn’t hiding who he is or what he’s capable of, and he isn’t sugar-coating the risks. The entire mafia thing is insane, sure, but something in you stirs with a strange familiarity when he speaks about it. It’s as if you’ve known all along, buried somewhere deep down.

You steal another glance at him, noting how he’s watching you, calm and expectant. He isn’t pushing you, just waiting for you to come to a conclusion.

Finally, you sigh and look up, meeting his gaze. “Fine,” you say, exhaling as if to release the last bits of resistance. “I’ll stay. You protect me, and I… I’ll do whatever I did before and help you get what you’re looking for. If this is my best chance at getting those memories back, then I’ll take it.”

A satisfied smile curves Agust’s lips. “Good girl. I knew you’d come around.”

Adora, who’s been watching from across the table, gives a small and excited nod, and the other bodyguards exchange glances. The tension in the room eases, like the whole crew has been waiting for your decision.

“All right, then,” you say, half to yourself. “Guess I’m back to… whatever this is.”

Agust chuckles. “Welcome back to the family.”

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a/n: thank you so much reading! apologies for the very dialogue heavy first chapter in this series as I needed to set up the vibe and expectation of reader and Agust D. We'll get more into the mafia bitty gritty in the next chapter as well as eventual smut in later chapaters for these two before shit goes down hehehehe im sorry it'll be a bit of a wait since it's slow burn... but there will be a ton of charged up tension leading into it heheheheh

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[khaopybara]

Hi, first of all, I hope this ask finds you well 🤗

I wanted to ask, what is your top 10 favorite FirstKhao kisses? 🙃

anon, first of all, thank you for wanting to know but also, you're asking the worst person, because i'm so bad at picking favorites 🥲 excuse me because i was inspired hence the length of this answer. i was also trying my best to procrastinate instead of doing what i was supposed to do (study).

thankfully you didn't ask me to rank them, so in no particularly order of preference we have:

sandray's new year's peck

it's soft, it feels so domestic and sweet. it's just them being happy and content and hopeful for the future. it's great.

sandray's pool kiss

it's such a fucking statement (despite ray not realizing it). the way sand was all stiff when kissing boeing, but when he kisses ray he's immediately into his touch? and how he reaches out to touch ray? how his hand hovers over ray's throat? 10/10.

sandray's smoke kiss

what a phenomenal first kiss, we all have to agree. it's hot, it's gorgeous, and it show so much passion and desire from both parts, honestly. the whole sequence was breathtaking, and i love it. (the way sand pulls on ray's bottom lip and when he kisses ray's hip tattoo? absolute cinema.)

akkayan's "what is our relationship?" kiss

in specific this second kiss out of the three we've got back to back. it's just so cute the way akk keeps saying what aye doesn't want to hear just to get more kisses, and aye happily "punishes" him for it. the way they both smile before and into the kiss. it's for sure one of my all time overall favorite kisses.

sandray's angry kiss

completely different vibes from the previous one. i don't know, it just has such a good build-up. from the moment ray barged into that room i knew he wasn't leaving sand without either getting punched or getting railed. unfortunately, top got in the way for that second option to happen. it's the way ray just takes a breath between kisses and how disoriented sand looked when they were interrupted that does it for me.

sandray's end of the date kiss

it was the perfect end for the perfect day if bostonnick hadn't appeared. were they going to have sex in the balcony of sand's apartment? maybe. but it's not about that. their day together had been perfect. they woke up together, had breakfast together, went shopping together, went to a concert, ate, flirted, ray met sand's mom and sang for him. ray opened up about his mom. they were both on the way to let the other in and give each other a try, and then we know what happened.

akkayan's fantasy kiss

akk has a very vivid imagination. people have talked about this before. how it doesn't start with an actual kiss, but just a cheek kiss, and then it's akk imagining aye wanting him, actively pursuing him romantically, choosing him, kissing him. it's just gorgeous.

akkayan's first actual kiss

"i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?" "if you want me to stop, if you're not okay, tell me. i'll stop." IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!! i'm in awe every time i watch this scene. it's so gentle and tame, and at the same time, it's so heavy with meaning. the way they both feel the kiss? listen, i'm unwell.

sandray's 'sand almost got that d' kiss

no one can convince me sand didn't want to get fucked in that car, and i love how ravished he looks when they are interrupted (again) by mew. but this kiss is here specifically because of the this part where ray so skillfully closes the sunroof with one hand while still kissing sand. i love it. when it came out, i watched this part more times than i'd like to admit.

akkayan's bridge kiss

akkayan's kisses in our skyy 2 were works of art. i lost count of how many times i've watched this kiss in specific. now we know that most of the bridge scene was improvised, hence why akk/first looks amused by aye/khaotung's little pecks before their actual kiss, but it's undoubtedly one of their prettiest kisses. the location, and the sun behind akk's head, the domesticity and sweetness. it's just so so great, i really love it.

special mentions: weed cookie "kiss", cheek kiss after sex and cheek kiss after therapy, because i needed to include them too. they are that special to me.

[saddleups]

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒. ↳ 𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 ( womanly charm )

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.8k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . ongoing , part two. ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . wet dream sequence . dirty talk . flirtatious y/n and a very jealous arthur morgan.

★ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . . dutch informs arthur and y/n of an upcoming mission , prompting a trip to the tailor where arthur struggles with his growing attraction to y/n. later arthur confesses what he'd witnessed the night prior.

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . gwarsh darn didn't expect my first fic to get that much attention in such a short time !! thank you everyone who liked/reblogged , i hope you enjoy this part as well ... promise arthur and reader will eventually have their fun but we're still building up to it !!!

Beads of sweat roll down entwined bodies, fighting for dominance over each other. Arthur's grip on your wrist is like iron, pinning you to the mattress with a primal strength that leaves you breathless. With a subtle shift, you spread your legs without even realizing it, offering yourself up to him completely. A chuckle rumbles from his lips, "Atta girl" he growls, "you want it this bad?"

Your half-closed eyes lock onto his intense gaze as you nod, barely able to form words. "Yes, Mister Morgan," you whisper, feeling his power and control wash over you.

"Tell me what you want, exactly," he demands, freeing his hands to roam over every curve and dip of your body. His thick fingers glide over your aching core, teasing and taunting your desire.

"I want your hard cock inside me," you whimper, your cheeks burning with arousal. "I want it deep inside my wet pussy." Without hesitation, he enters you, filling you completely with each thrust. The intense pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave, consuming every inch of your being until…

Arthur jolts awake, the dream still vivid in his mind and his body tense with arousal. The night prior had been a blur of desire and frustration. Now in the morning air, it manifested in his dreams. Haunted by your illuminated silhouette, the scene replayed in his mind over and over. Pushing himself off the bed with a groan, the fantasy lingering in his body as he stood. Defeated, Arthur seeks something to jolt him back to reality.

He exists his tent with a stretch of his limbs. Heading towards the nearest barrel of clean water. The camp was just beginning to come back to life. The early morning sun casting long shadows across Clemens Point. Arthur dips his hand into the cold water, splashing his face in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He lingered there for a moment allowing the cool water to wake him fully.

Meanwhile, you'd already been awake for some time, standing by the extinguished campfire as you spoke with Hosea. The old man's calm demeanor had drawn you into a casual conversation, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of the previous night. But your relaxed mood quick shifted when Hosea casually asked, "Has Arthur returned your journal yet?"

Your eyes widen in size, heart nearly skips a beat. "Journal?" you repeated with alarm.

Hosea nodded. "You left it last night. The boy said he'd give it back to ya."

Like a punch to the gut, the realization dawned on you—Arthur had your journal. All the personal thoughts, the details you kept about your travels, about the people you encountered—he had it in his possession. The thought of him reading through it made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Without another word, your eyes scanned the camp until you spotted him, standing by the water barrel.

With a quick motion, you find yourself marching across the camp. Footsteps are quick and purposeful. Arthur looked up just as you approached, a lazy grin spreading across his face as pulled the journal from his coat pocket. He held it up in the air, just out of your reach.

“Lookin’ for this?” Arthur drawled, clearly enjoying the power shift. He swung the journal in the air, smirking. “If 'yer such a good thief, shouldn’t be too hard to steal it back.”

You scowled, the mortification and frustration flaring up inside you. “Give it to me,” you snapped, your tone sharp.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Come and get it, then,” he teased, holding the journal higher. “Or maybe you ain’t as quick as they say?”

Your teeth clenched, your mind racing as you weighed your options. You could feel eyes on the two of you from across the camp, watching this unexpected exchange. Arthur’s teasing was infuriating, but you weren’t about to let him win this little game he was playing.

“Well?” Arthur taunted, still holding the journal out of reach. “What’s it gonna be, princess?”

The journal dangled just out of reach. A mix of humiliation bubbled up inside you. With clenched fists, ready to make a move by force or some clever distraction, in order to get back what belonged to you. Just as your about to act, a sudden hand swiped the journal out of Arthur's grasp.

"Enough," Dutch's voice cut through the tension like a knife. He stood between you and Arthur, holding the journal with a stern expression. His usual charm muted by a fatherly disapointment. "Arthur, we're better than this, aren't we?"

Arthur's smirk faded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Was just havin' a bit of fun."

“Fun’s fine,” Dutch said, his tone lighter but still firm. “But let’s not push our new friend too far on her first day, huh?”

Dutch turned to you, offering the journal with a warm smile. “Here you go,” he said, his voice softer now. “I believe this belongs to you.”

You took the journal, your heart still racing, and quickly stashed it in your satchel, your eyes narrowing at Arthur who only shrugged in response. Relief mixed with the lingering embarrassment, but you didn’t dwell on it too long.

With the journal now returned, Dutch’s mood shifted. His usual air of confidence returned as he addressed both of you. “Now that we’ve had our fun, I’ve got something a little more important on our plate. Saint Denis. We’ve got a job, and I need both of you for it.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed, intrigued but cautious. “What kind of job?”

Dutch folded his arms, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “There’s someone in Saint Denis who’s been making moves. Politician by the name of Alistair Dupont. Heard of him?”

You hadn’t, but Arthur grunted in vague recognition.

“Dupont’s been hosting some fancy gatherings, throwing money around like it’s nothing, buying influence left and right. He’s got half the city’s upper class under his thumb, or so they say. But here’s the thing,” Dutch leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as if revealing a secret. “We don’t know who he’s really working for. Could be a front for Cornwall, the Pinkertons, or worse—someone even bigger.”

You crossed your arms, already sensing where this was heading. “You want us to figure out who’s pulling his strings.”

Dutch nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Exactly. We need to vet him, see if he’s trouble, and more importantly, if we can get something out of him.”

Arthur sighed, leaning against the barrel. “And how do you suppose we do that? Can’t just waltz into his house and ask for tea.”

Dutch chuckled. “No, Arthur. We’re going to a party. A fancy one. Dupont’s hosting a ball in a few days, and I’ve got a way to get you both in.”

You raised an eyebrow. A ball? This was not what you were expecting. “And we’re supposed to what, make small talk and dig up dirt?”

“Precisely,” Dutch said, nodding with enthusiasm. “It’s not just about what he says—people like Dupont have enemies. Rivals. Allies who can turn into enemies. I want you two to get a feel for the man, see what you can find out about his connections. If we play our cards right, we might be able to leverage his position to our advantage. And if not…” Dutch trailed off, his meaning clear.

Arthur grunted again, though his tone had softened. “And I suppose you think she’ll fit right in with all them fancy folks?”

Dutch’s smile widened, and he turned to you. “She’s quick on her feet. I’ve no doubt she’ll manage. Besides, who better to send to a place full of secrets than someone who knows how to keep ‘em?”

Dutch shifted his weight onto his other foot, "and if that don't work she can just use her… womanly charm."

Both you and Arthur bolt upright without comment. The silence is interrupted with Dutch's laughter, "go to Saint Denis. Get somethin' that'll make you fit in with the fancy folk. The ball is in three days."

You glanced at Arthur, then back at Dutch. The job sounded risky, and you weren’t exactly one for mingling with high society, but this was the West—everything was a gamble. And the promise of a payday, not to mention the opportunity to prove your worth, made you nod in agreement.

“All right,” you said. Arthur shot you a look, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t protest. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about partnering with you again so soon, especially after the morning’s exchange, but he trusted Dutch’s judgment. And despite his teasing, you could sense that he’d have your back when it mattered.

With the job set and the plan in motion, Dutch left you both standing by the water barrel. You watched him walk off, already mentally preparing for the role you’d need to play. Arthur, meanwhile, shifted his weight and gave you a sideways glance, his teasing from earlier now replaced by something more thoughtful.

“Well,” Arthur said, crossing his arms, “I hope you clean up well. We’re gonna be rubbin’ elbows with a whole different kind of scum.”

You shot him a look, half annoyed, half amused. “I’ll manage. You just try not to get us kicked out before we even get through the door.”

Turning on your heel you make a path toward the exit of the camp,

"Got a horse?" Arthur asks trailing behind you.

"No shit, I have a horse."

"Jus' makin' sure."

The journey to Saint Denis arrived sooner than you expected. As you dismounted your horse, the bustling energy of the city washed over you. You wiped your palms on your trousers, your nerves subtly betraying the calm exterior you tried to maintain. The streets were alive with activity, vendors shouting, carriages rattling by, and people moving in every direction. You kept your face hidden beneath the low brim of your hat, eyes scanning the crowd. A part of you couldn't shake the lingering feeling that today might be the day when the law finally catches up with you. Unlike Arthur who greeted the town with such fearlessness, ready to tackle whatever dared crossed his path.

The two of you made your way through the busy streets toward the tailor shop, weaving through the chaos of the city. When you finally reached the store, it was a stark contrast to the wildness of the world outside. The place was tidy and refined, with elegant fabrics hanging from the walls and mannequins dressed in the latest fashions.

Arthur hung back as the tailor approached you, guiding you to stand on a small platform surrounded by mirrors. You were used to practical clothing, the kind that could withstand the wear and tear of the work you did. Standing still while the tailor fussed over you felt unnatural. He began taking measurements, expertly wrapping the tape around your waist, shoulders, and hips. You stood rigid, feeling out of place, but the tailor moved quickly, pinning fabric here and there, adjusting the fit to highlight your figure.

As the tailor wrapped his measuring tape around your waist, his fingers brushing the fabric as he cinched it tight, he paused, stepping back to get a better look at you. “Ah, yes,” he said, nodding appreciatively. “You’ve got quite the… gifts, miss. This dress will truly highlight them—should be no trouble turning heads at the ball.”

Arthur, who had been leaning casually against the wall, suddenly stiffened. He cleared his throat loudly, a bit too loudly, causing the tailor to glance over with a raised eyebrow. Arthur quickly masked his discomfort, looking away and scratching the back of his neck.

"Ain't no need to get all poetic about it," he muttered under his breath.

Catching a sight of you underneath the rim of his hat, Arthur earned a fleeting glance of your clevage, the lace of your chemise peaking through the low collar of your blouse. His eyes tracked the movement of the tailor’s hands, pulling and adjusting the material until it hugged your curves in ways that your usual rough-and-ready attire never did. For a moment, his mind drifted back to the night before—when he'd caught that glimpse of you through the tent—and now, seeing you like this, the memory flickered in his thoughts, unbidden. He quickly glanced away, focusing instead on the fine stitching of his own jacket as if to shake off the wandering thoughts.

You shot a quick glance at Arthur, catching the way his gaze darted to the floor, a faint blush creeping up his neck. The tailor, seemingly oblivious, continued adjusting the fabric, tucking and pinning around your hips. “Indeed, you’ll be quite the vision,” he said with pride. "The fit is perfect for someone with your… figure. Whoever has you my dear, must be a very lucky man."

Arthur let out another awkward cough, turning slightly so his back was more to the room. “Yeah, well, let’s just get on with it, huh?” he grumbled, still pointedly avoiding looking directly at you.

You stifled a laugh, amused by Arthur's uncharacteristic bashfulness. When you stepped down from the platform, you gave the fabric one last tug, still adjusting to the new feeling of it clinging to your form. Arthur glanced at you, his usual snark nowhere to be found, replaced by an almost sheepish silence.

"Thank you kindly for your time sir" you smiled curtly at the tailor. In response the tailor nods, informing you that the dress should be ready tomorrow afternoon.

Returning to your usual attire, you reunited with Arthur outside the dress shop. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the cobblestone streets. The air was crisp, and you could hear the distant murmur of townsfolk going about their evening routines. Arthur shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking a stray pebble along the street.

"We should head back," you suggested.

"Nah, I need a drink first," Arthur replied, his tone more decisive than before.

You sighed, though the thought of a drink at the nearby tavern did sound tempting. The warmth of alcohol might help ease the unease that had settled in your chest, and perhaps it would give you a chance to tease Arthur about his earlier awkwardness.

"Alright," you relented, falling into step beside him as you made your way towards the tavern.

The interior of the tavern was warm and dimly lit, the flickering light of oil lamps casting shadows on the walls. The smell of ale and roasted meat filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. Arthur led you to a quiet corner, where you both settled into worn, wooden chairs. The bartender, a burly man with a thick beard, approached with a knowing grin.

"What can I get ya?" he asked, wiping a glass with a rag.

"Two ales," Arthur replied, leaning back in his chair.

As you waited for your drinks, you couldn't help but notice how Arthur seemed to relax once inside the tavern. The tension that had lingered since the dress shop began to dissipate, replaced by his usual easygoing demeanor. You decided to seize the opportunity to tease him.

"So," you began, leaning forward slightly, "having trouble keeping your eyes off me today?"

Arthur's brows furrowed, and he shot you a look that was half-offended, half-amused. "I ain't got no trouble keepin' my eyes off ya," he retorted, though his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your ale when it arrived. "Sure you don't," you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow. "But maybe next time, you could try not being so obvious about it."

"Eh, don't flatter yourself." He mutters into his drink.

A scoff escapes from you, dripping with disdain. While Arthur drowns his sorrows on your right, another man takes refuge on the wooden chair to your left. You turn slightly to examine him, assessing every detail of his appearance. He fits the mold of your typical prey - a wealthy older man seeking attention from pretty women.

Unbuttoning the first few buttons of your blouse, you purposefully catch Arthur's attention. "What the hell are you doing, girl?" he snaps, his drunken haze interrupted by your subtle seduction.

"Showing you what I'm good at, Mr. Morgan," you purr, using his last name as both a taunt and a reminder of your position in this dangerous game.

The honorific sends a jolt through him, bringing back memories of his dream from earlier this morning. His cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger, but he can't tear his eyes away. Is this what Dutch meant by "womanly charm"?

Turning your back on Arthur with deliberate intention, you surrender all of your attention to the rich gentleman beside you. "My my, if it isn't the most handsome man in the entire west," you flirt effortlessly, earning the man's full attention without any effort at all. He leans closer to you, drawn in by your seductive aura. And all Arthur can do is watch in disgust as a hint of jealousy begins to stir in the pit of his stomach.

The man introduces himself as Alistair Dupont, and to Dutch's luck, he is completely enthralled by you. The drinks continue to flow and you use every weapon in your arsenal to keep Alistair's attention solely on you. Picking up your ale and purposely allowing a small stream to trail down your lips and chin before finally disappearing between your cleavage with a suggestive moan. Both men salivate at the sight, but Alistar has no idea of the intimate knowledge Arthur possesses. He doesn't know about the finger that traced up your pronounced cleavage, or the one that explored the wetness between your legs the night before. The same fingers that Arthur fantasized about gripping his hard cock. Arthur squeezes his thigh with such force, it's a miracle he didn't tear through the fabric. He nearly lunges forward, ready to grab your wrist and tear you away from your seat.

"Excuse us now," he growls.

"Hey!" you protest, but Arthur's grip on your wrist is like a vice, making it difficult to break free. Before he can drag you away from the bar, Alistair grabs onto your other wrist in a desperate attempt to keep your attention. In one swift motion, he slips a folded paper into your palm before releasing his grip. "I said come on, woman," Arthur grunts, tugging you forcefully off the stool while you give Alistair a coy goodbye wave.

You walk alongside Arthur, your heart still pounding from the reckless game you’d just played, you unfold the crumpled piece of paper in your hand. Inside, you find an invitation to the ball and… a hotel key. Before you can react, Arthur snatches the key from your grasp.

His sudden, erratic behavior gives you whiplash. You're not sure if he's drunk or just being difficult, but either way, it's hard to tell if arguing with him is worth the trouble.

“I ain’t playin’ games with you, boy,” you say, your voice low and steady, masking your frustration. “Give it back. Now.”

Arthur's eyes glint with something—defiance, maybe even jealousy. “Or what?” he says, his tone laced with challenge.

It sounds like a dare.

You stare up at him, your patience fraying. “Or… nothing, Arthur,” you finally sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over you. “Dupont is our target. He’s the person I need to get close to if we’re going to make Dutch happy and get what we need.”

Arthur's expression darkens, and he takes a swig from the bottle of liquor in his other hand. “So, what’s the plan, huh? You wooin’ him? Flirtin’ your way to answers?” His voice is sharper now, his words dripping with a bitterness you hadn’t expected. “Dutch didn’t say this was your job alone.”

You bristle at his accusation, realizing where this is coming from. “It’s not my job alone,” you snap back, crossing your arms defensively. “But you know how people like Dupont work. He’ll talk more freely to someone he thinks he can charm. I’m just using what I’ve got to get him to open up. It’s a part of the job.”

Arthur’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks like he might argue more, but instead, he grunts and stumbles forward, the hotel key still in his grip. “Yeah, well, I ain’t just sittin’ around while you play nice with some rich bastard,” he mutters, starting to walk off, his steps uneven.

Before Arthur can stumble too far, he pauses, his back still half-turned to you. He seems to hesitate for a moment, as if wrestling with something in his mind. Then, with a grunt, he spins back toward you, his expression hard but his eyes revealing something else—something deeper.

“There’s somethin’ else,” he says, voice low and rough. His gaze flicks to the ground, then back up to you. “Last night… I saw somethin’ I wasn’t supposed to.”

You frown, your stomach twisting as a knot of confusion and dread forms in your chest. “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Arthur?”

He exhales heavily, the weight of the words he's about to say clearly gnawing at him. “When I went to return your journal. I saw you… in your tent. You weren’t exactly… dressed.” He shifts uncomfortably, and despite his rough demeanor, there's a vulnerability in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. “You were… you know… busy. And I—hell, I didn’t mean to—"

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless, your mouth slightly open but no words coming out. Heat floods your face, and for a split second, you wish you could vanish into thin air. Arthur’s gaze holds steady on you, almost daring you to respond, but all you can feel is the sudden rush of mortification and shock.

“I wasn’t spying, I swear it,” he adds quickly, his voice gruff but tinged with something almost like guilt. “I turned away. But I ain’t been able to stop thinkin’ about it.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The confession hangs heavy between you, the weight of it suffocating the air.

“Arthur…” you manage to say, but the words falter, your voice barely a whisper. You're at a complete loss for how to respond, a thousand emotions swirling through you—embarrassment, anger, confusion, and something else you’re not ready to name.

But before you can say anything more, Arthur lets out a harsh breath, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the moment. “Forget I said anything,” he mutters, turning abruptly on his heel, the hotel key still in his hand.

“Where are you goin’?” you call after him, your voice rising in irritation.

Arthur stumbles over his feet, but manages to catch himself, waving the key in the air. “Gonna go piss in that rich man’s hotel,” he slurs, his words barely coherent.

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[wonysugar]

it’s so over for me…. ch. 21

a date!! no shivers

word count : 1.1k

you stared at her latest message, “only if you want it to be<3” before scoffing.

ugh. who does the fuck she think she is?? making you giggle like an idiot like that.. embarrassing, really..

upon sending your latest message, the one containing your dorm number, you immediately threw your phone on the bed and rushed to your closet, already thinking of a possible outfit. this exact sequence of actions gave you very vivid flashbacks of the night of the party, which made you scoff.

cause, yknow, that was the same night that an intoxicated aeri was tongue deep inside you.

that really wasn’t relevant at the moment, what especially mattered was the amount of bomb ass ice cream you were gonna eat later,

with a very sober aeri.

you giggled as you looked into your closet, smiled wider when you thought of a potential cute outfit (thanks to that one trip to h&m), grabbed the necessary clothing for it, and quickly got dressed, enthusiasm and excitement definitely showing through the speed of your actions.

after getting (very nicely) dressed, you patiently waited for an indicator that aeri was here. thankfully, it didn’t take long at all for her to show up and be at your door, the sudden sound of the doorbell getting you even more excited about the ‘date’ in question.

“hey whore.” she said, wearing a wide grin, so wide that it made her look stupid. 

“hey slut.” you said back, grinning just as much as she was, because you apparently didn’t mind looking stupid, either.

she stood there, stared at your outfit with a dorky smile, then subconsciously, slightly, nodded her head at the sight. i mean, you dressed up for her, she’d be crazy not to notice that. what she didn’t notice, though, was that she was staring for a bit longer than she intended to. you internally laughed, god she really was a dork.

in response to her staring, you teased, “didn’t think i could wear cute clothes, huh?” 

snapped out of her trance, “yeah.. y-yeah, nice to see you at least have some fashion sense.” she nervously giggled, attempting to seem just as rude as she always is, stepping aside from the doorframe, leaving you space to leave your dorm. “anywaysss uh– after you.” she added, avoiding your gaze.

you could’ve sworn you saw a tint of red on her face, she was blushing at least a little bit, you were certain of it. 

with a grin, you walked out of the room, the action followed by the sound of her gently closing your door, her rhythmic footsteps so loud, so loud that they were practically resonating in the hall. 

or was that your heartbeat? you really couldn’t tell.

-

“yeah so then i was like… ohhh my god like please shut up and just let me copy your homework, like it’s really not that deep, you know?” she explained, sitting on the driver’s seat of her fancy car with you, by her side, as she took occasional licks from her very basic, very vanilla ice cream. you, on the other hand, were already done with your food, and waited for her to finish.

you nodded, “so you were the exact same in high school. you never change, huh?” endlessly teasing her as she laughed with you.

“basically, yeah. it’s in my blood.”

“you know, if i was your classmate in high school, i would’ve let you copy any sort of homework you asked for.” you said, trying to get another one of her flustered reactions out of her. which very much worked, as per usual, considering she quickly stumbled on her words and slightly fidgeted with her hands. it was a thing she did whenever she got nervous. 

oh it was so fun seeing her like this.

“oh if i did ask you it’d be a way of flirting, probably— anyways uh!! so like i was saying–”

you smiled warmly as you listened to her every word, looking at her eyes, her lips, the structure of it all, her whole face in general. you even watched her body language, the way she paid close attention to not breaking her nails whenever she did any sort of movement, the way that, despite that, she’d still dig them into her fingers whenever she fidgeted with her hands.

god she was really cute. the best way you could describe it is… yknow– if a loser girl randomly woke up in the body of a super attractive mean girl one day and asked no questions, just quickly took advantage of the fact that pretty privilege existed and did whatever she wanted? yeah, that was her.

that was aeri uchinaga.

she was a huge bitch, yeah, but once you got to actually know her? once she let you see what was behind that ‘bad bitch’ facade she always seemed to have, she was a sweetheart. for example, she definitely didn’t want you to notice, but she got you five extra napkins and asked for extra sprinkles when she ordered your ice cream; but you did, you did notice.

in other words, she was a softie, she just didn’t wanna show it.

you’d get it out of her one day, though! you were determined.

“–like i get reading books, but if you seriously expect me to read planet of the apes and enjoy it enough to answer stupid fucking study guide questions about it, you need to be locked up as soon as possible?? like, how is someone as sick and twisted as yo–”

“wait, books??” you quickly exclaimed, your selective hearing really coming through on this one

she sighed, “yes, y/n, books. were you even listeni–”

“oh aeri i love books!”

oh there you go.

“i don’t think you read much but god, reading is so fun! especially romance books and especiallyyy sapphic books!” you added, rambling, on and on, as she listened to you, on and on.

“okay– well…” she quickly cut you off before you continued, you stopped, worrying that you might’ve talked too much. you truly never shut up about your interests, particularly books. 

“ugh okay– hate to admit that you’re right but yeah no i don’t– i don’t read. so do you have like.. any recommendations? like, what a beginner should read and shit?”

oh my god.

oh my god?

is it too early to propose??

-

“aeri, you really didn’t have to get me a&w, you know that?” you stated, holding onto the bag of junkfood before settling it down on the drawer next to the door.

“we drove around for like 2 hours y/n, i’m not making you go back home on an empty stomach, i’m not a man.” she joked around, smirking and leaning into the frame as you giggled at her words, mentally high fiving herself for making you laugh at one of her jokes. 

“well, it’s not like i can eat this whole thing alone.” you muttered, making her eyes perk up at you. 

“h-huh, what do you mean, do you not have a big appetite?”

you smiled, she really was clueless,

“i’m asking you if you can stay the night, aeri.”

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Vivid Shadows 2024: Dinosaur

Man is but one of many species which have stood upon the Earth. Before them, they drove great beasts to extinction, only those who evolved alongside humanity surviving. Despite it, man has come up with stories of terrible monsters, massive beasts which terrorized man in their infancy, stories to tell one another in the darkness of a fire. But as mankind’s knowledge grew, these stories of monsters fell away as simple myths and stories. That is, until the bones of these ancient beasts were discovered, as terrible and magnificent as the tales of monsters of old. As humanity’s fascination grew with these beasts, so did the desire to see them return to the world. And I worked to bring about this new age, to see these awe-inspiring beasts of old to return back to our world. I spent years of my life to work on bringing them back. But it seems it was for naught.

The program I was the head of was cut as I was on the precipice of returning them to the world, to showing everyone that it could be done and that we were the masters of nature to return these magnificent beasts back to our world. But they called me a fool for seeking it, they said this would have consequences that we were not ready to handle! I have studied these beasts for my whole life, I knew what I would unleash. But they were just afraid of this change. They were afraid of man no longer being the ones on top of the food change, afraid of the beasts we told stories to scare ourselves in the dark past becoming real. But despite it all, despite being forced to vacate my position, despite seeing them destroy my life’s research in front of me to make sure nobody could bring these awe inspiring beasts back, I was prepared.

I was prepared for these fools to let fear guide their actions and attempt to destroy my life’s work. I was ready to usher in this new age weather humanity wanted it or not. When they left me alone in my office, assured they had done anything they could to destroy the research I worked so hard and so long to get, I grabbed a vial I had stored in a secret compartment of my desk for such an occasion. It was the concentrated DNA of a whole host of predatory dinosaurs I had sequenced and studied, the mighty carcharodontosaurus, utahraptor, giganotosaurus, of course the tyrannosaurus, and my favorite species which inspired this love for these ancient beasts, spinosaurus. There were many other species whose dna was used as basis for allowing these species to return to life, notably many species of flightless birds and birds of prey. However, unlike what I planned to do initially with these sequenced DNA, this was not intended for embryonic specimens, it was intended for myself. It was one of many at least, some intended for other specimens, but this experimental one was for myself, to change me and allow me the strength to drive out these people from my facility and keep them out.

It was a choice that will change me forever, and sever me from being able to call myself a part of humanity again, but after what they did out of fear, I do not think I wish to be part of humanity, there is a new age approaching, and if humanity is not to let it come gently, then I will begin this new age with the blood of those who tried to hold me back on them. With no further hesitation I injected the mix of dna into myself, and what I felt first was a sweltering heat as my body went into overdrive to try and deal with these foreign bodies. But they would fail, I designed them to be much stronger than humanity’s poor immune systems, and soon I began to feel a sharp pain run down my spine as the beginnings of a tail began to form. It was pain, but I knew it was merely the first step to a true evolution past humanity towards something beautiful. The pain would all be worth it when I reached this perfection, perfection crafted through pain. As the pain flared up, I collapsed to the ground, and could feel my body begin to change more, bones cracking, tendons tearing, my body breaking down to recreate itself from scratch. I could feel the start of my claws grow, and my skin begin to itch. It was so much so that I had to scratch at it, and underneath, shimmering green scales now revealed beneath the weak flesh. But there was more, there was always more. My body continued to develop, the tail growing longer, and my legs taking on a digitigrade gait. Along that, the pain in my spine took a new form, as from it, a spine began to form.

But finally, it was done. Through the pain and agony, I was reborn. I found myself able to cope with the new gait rather easily, and in turn, found that I was no longer able to stand up fully in my own room, that the dna had accelerated the growth of not only new body parts, but bringing them to a size consistent to the beasts of old. But once I got my bearings adjusted, I found that my body was blessed with colorful plumage. I knew it was likely not from any of the dinosaurs whose DNA I sequenced, but that of their descendants, colorful birds. It suited me, beyond the mere aesthetic enjoyment I got from it. It also showed others that I was something large, and dangerous. I took a deep breath, and could smell the trespassers on my land. They did not know what they had unleashed. And now, with everything ready, it was time to usher in a new age, and topple man from its throne.

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okay so I always wanted to work on a show soundtrack so here's some songs I would put in s2 because since its probably maybe not gonna happen these can be canon in my head

Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis - okay so imagine if you will. The episode starts out jarring, maybe some payneland smooching out of nowhere, makes you go back to the last episode thinking you missed a scene. But then Edwin opens his eyes, he's lying on the ground or something, and is immediately thrust into the middle of a fight scene(this is where the song starts playing). He had just been temporarily knocked out and had some dream sequence or something idk. The fight scene is in a fancy restaurant or smth and it's close to Valentine's day and it's all decorated with hearts and stuff. This song is diegetic, playing in the restaurant.

Flaws by Bastille - I'd probably put it during end credits/end of the episode. It feels very transitional to me. It's a song on the Charles playlist so of course it's gonna play after a scene with Charles heavy lore or something. Maybe Charles's dad dies, and the song starts at the beginning of the funeral scenes. Then, long after everyone's already left, Charles goes and stands in front of the gravestone and his mom is just there kneeling in the grass in front of him and doesn't know he's there and yeah. It's like, the start of Charles's Actually-finding-peace-and-confronting-trauma arc or smth.

Girls on Film by Duran Duran - good for a montage of like Crystal adjusting to having rich, showy parents. She thinks maybe if she helps them out with their big projects, which she assumes the old her didn't do, maybe they'll start seeing her and caring about her like parents should. Going to grand openings and being photographed/interviewed, being in the public sphere all the sudden. Crystal's overcompensating for being a major jerk in her past life and is now bending over backwards to be nice to everyone (which, from experience, isn't exactly healthy either)(aka she's gone the "obsess-over-being-good-enough" route that Charles's gone down)(yikes).

The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen - I honestly have no vivid images for this one. I just like the song, I think it matches the mood of the show. Maybe something about Crystal and David? A final confrontation? Cus I saw someone (I'm sorry I forgot who) say they thought it would be interesting if Crystal's powers get "contaminated" by David cus he's still buried by the tree. So like a final standoff.

Swan Upon Leda by Hozier OR Eurydice by Eugénie - I think s2 would be more about Charles' journey the way s1 was more about Edwin BUT i'm also curious about Edwin's life. Something happens where Edwin maybe ends up at his old house, or relives his memories and it's all in slow motions and more calm than Charles's in ep4. They're not all bad, but Edwin was different and outcasted and the likes. George Rexstrew said himself that he thought Swan Upon Leda described Edwin really well, but also Eurydice gives off a sort of melancholy floatiness that fits with a boy 100+ years dead reliving an upbringing that now seems to foreign to him, and yet is ingrained in every part of himself.

Since listening to music is my #1 hobby, I will probably find more songs down the line and add on, but this is what I got for now.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

This gif cause it was way to funny Lmfaoo

Chapter 25: The Colosseum Countdown

A/N: And we are back at it again with a new chapter! So we finally learned of Sam’s true identity. We will be getting more POVs, and we are getting a flashback sequence. Thank you guys so much! For liking, following, reblogging, and commenting/interacting! I have Chapter 26 also done, might drop that one as a special surprise since im currently working on 27 and 28. I will be going back to some of the previous chapters to add onto the new ones, but without further ado, let's get to it!

Word Count: 5.1

Sanji x Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One Piece X Reader, 

Sabo POV… 

I watched as Y/N ran towards the colosseum, my smile never faltering. The truth was, I was still deeply in love with the girl I met two years ago, and that feeling only intensified. I never imagined falling for someone, let alone someone who washed ashore on the all-male island. But everything about Y/N drew me in—the fire in her eyes, her infectious laugh, the way she cared about others, that light she carried, and of course, her feisty spirit. I chuckled to myself as I made my way back to the home, taking in the aftermath of our earlier encounter. The sheets were a mess, flower petals scattered everywhere, and the candles had burned down halfway. But it was worth it. I hadn't expected to see her face again, but when I saw her in danger from those men, I had to act quickly.

Telling Y/N the truth—my real truth—wasn't easy. She had known me as Sam, but that was a facade. My real name was Sabo. But when we shared that passionate kiss, it felt like the first time all over again.

Flashback:

The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the sandy beach. Y/N was training with a fierce determination, though her movements were growing slower and more labored with each passing moment. I watched from behind a cluster of trees, admiring her persistence. Her hair, left long and wild, was sticking to her sweaty face.

“Ughhh, I can’t seem to get this move right!” she shouted, her frustration evident as she threw the two small blades into the sand.

I stepped out from my hiding spot, walking towards her with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll get it!”

She turned to me, her face a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. “Easy for you to say, Sam. You’re not the one who’s been training all day!”

I stopped a few feet away, trying to offer some encouragement. “I know it’s hard, but you’ve got this. Just take a moment to breathe and refocus.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy sigh. “I know, but it feels like I’m just not making any progress.”

I walked closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re making more progress than you realize. Sometimes, you need to step back and see how far you’ve come.”

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else seemed to blur. I reached out and gently cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing against her skin. “You’ve always pushed yourself so hard, Y/N. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.”

She looked up at me, her expression softening. “Thank you, Sam.”

There was a charged silence between us, filled with unspoken words. Slowly, I leaned in, and she mirrored my movement. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, full of the emotions and connections we had both been holding back. It was a kiss that spoke of hope, affection, and the undeniable bond we shared.

As we pulled away, our foreheads touching, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for some time.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite describe. “I’m glad you did.”

End of Flashback…

I shook my head, pulling myself back to the present. The memory of that first kiss was still vivid and warm in my mind. The shrill sound of my transponder snail broke the silence, pulling me out of my reverie.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Sabo, where are you? You’re supposed to be at the colosseum already,” Koala’s voice crackled with worry on the other end.

I scratched my head, a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I kind of, sort of... lost track of time.”

There was a pause on the other end before Koala spoke again. “Wait, did you find her?” She knew about Y/N and how much I’d been longing for the right moment to tell her the truth.

“Yeah, I did,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips.

“I knew it! You guys had a moment, didn’t you?” Koala teased, her tone light and playful.

I chuckled, feeling a bit flustered. “Maybe. I’m on my way to the colosseum now. Keep me informed if anything changes.”

With that, I hung up the transponder snail. I closed the door behind me and stepped into the bustling streets. The weight of the day’s events settled on my shoulders, but my resolve was clear. I needed to get to the colosseum and see this through. As I navigated through the lively business streets, I couldn’t help but replay the moments with Y/N in my mind, each memory fueling my determination to make things right.

Sanji POV… 

I must have died and gone to heaven because Violet, the enchanting dancer, had yet to leave my side. The adrenaline from the chase still buzzed in my veins, but every time I glanced at her, my heart skipped a beat. The way she looked at me, with those captivating eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks, made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

We dashed through the winding alleys, our footsteps echoing against the walls. The police had been hot on our heels, but we managed to lose them. As we slowed to catch our breath, Violet squeezed my hand, and the touch felt electrifying. It was as if we were two fugitive lovers, united against the world, running from anyone who dared to stop us.

“Ohh, I can’t believe this,” I murmured, my voice a mix of awe and delight. I felt like I was dreaming. Here I was, side by side with Violet, our escape from the police almost like a scene from a romantic adventure.

Violet turned to me, her blush deepening as she looked up at me with a shy smile. “Let’s go together,” she said softly, her hand still holding mine. The way she spoke, her voice laced with both urgency and tenderness, made my heart race even faster.

I nodded, unable to hide my own smile. “Lead the way,” I said, trying to match her hopeful gaze with one of determination. As we began to walk together, my thoughts momentarily drifted from the chaotic situation we had just escaped. Instead, they centered on this extraordinary woman beside me and the unexpected connection we were forming.

Despite the chaos and danger, there was a sense of exhilaration and possibility in the air. For a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered but the path we were taking together.

Y/N POV…

I had been running for what felt like an eternity, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I tried to navigate the labyrinth of streets and alleys. The colosseum was proving to be elusive, and frustration mounted with every passing second. “I wish I had asked Sabo for directions,” I muttered to myself, the words coming out more like a desperate plea than a complaint.

My thoughts kept circling back to that intimate moment with Sabo. The revelation that Sam was actually Sabo had rocked my world. The memories of our time together on the island—his playful teasing, him tending to my injuries, our shared laughter, and that first, unforgettable kiss—seemed to replay in my mind like a haunting melody. How did I not see the truth before? I felt a pang of regret and confusion, but there was no time for that now.

As I continued my frantic search for the Colosseum, my lungs started to burn from the exertion. Despite having my weapons on me, I couldn’t afford to risk exposure, not with Doflamingo keeping a close watch on me. The danger was all too real, and I needed to stay hidden.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the chaos, laced with a mixture of determination and irritation. “You’re not getting away from me, you thieving fairy!”

That voice sounded unmistakably like Zoro’s. I glanced to my left and, to my relief, spotted him running after his sword. “Zoro, wait!” I shouted, hoping to catch his attention. My feet pounded against the ground as I sprinted toward him, weaving through the crowd.

Sanji POV…

Walking arm in arm with Violet felt like a dream come true. The warmth of her presence beside me was more comforting than I could have imagined. “Violet, my dear?” I said, my voice dripping with affection.

“Yes?” she responded, her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say your name,” I said, letting my admiration seep into every word.

Violet’s giggle was like music to my ears. “Sanji?” she said, her voice soft and playful.

“Yes?” I replied, gazing at her with adoration.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say your name,” she echoed, her eyes twinkling.

I swooned, feeling as though I could die of ecstasy. The moment was so perfect, it almost felt unreal. Just then, a dangerous presence caught my attention. Without hesitation, I used Skywalk to propel myself upward, my leg snapping out to kick a sniper from a nearby tower. The sniper fell, and I landed gracefully on the ground beside Violet.

She looked at me with wide eyes, clearly impressed. “My goodness, you are strong! Oh, my hero!” she exclaimed, nuzzling closer to me.

“We are safe now!” I declared, a satisfied smile on my face as I stood tall, enjoying the rush of adrenaline and the warmth of Violet’s closeness.

In my mind, I couldn’t help but think of my beloved crewmates, especially Nami, Robin, and Y/N. “My dearest Nami, and Robin, my beloved Y/N,” I thought, “I hope the weather is treating you nicely. As for me, well... I’ve been struck by love!”

The thought made me smile even wider, as I reveled in the bliss of the moment. 

Laws POV… 

The moment we stepped onto the bridge, the tension was palpable. Usopp and Caesar were already on edge, and I could hear the faint sounds of splashing water growing louder.

"You guys hear that?" Usopp asked, his voice trembling.

"Better yet, look at that!" Caesar pointed ahead, and in the distance, several massive fighting fish were speeding toward us, their teeth bared, ready to tear through anything in their path.

I kept calm. "They’re just fish. Handle it."

Usopp turned to me, eyes wide. "What do you mean, handle it? You’re the Warlord! You do something!"

"Like I said," I replied coolly, "there’s a time and place for me to fight. This isn’t it."

The fish crashed against the bridge's protective bars, the entire structure shaking. Robin was already on the move, using her powers to fend off the creatures, while Usopp scrambled to keep up.

"You better unlock Caesar," I instructed, glancing at Usopp. "He’ll be helping."

"What? No way! He’ll escape the second we do that!" Usopp shouted, not even considering it for a moment.

I held up Caesar’s heart, smirking slightly. "He knows better than to try. Isn’t that right, Caesar?"

"Y-Yes, yes!" Caesar stammered, sweat forming on his forehead. "I won’t go anywhere, I swear!"

Usopp looked unconvinced, but there was no time for debate. I tossed him the key, and he reluctantly unlocked Caesar’s chains.

Caesar rubbed his wrists, glaring at me before he grumbled, "You’ll all pay for this... especially the princess—"

I clutched his heart with force, lowering my voice dangerously. "You will not touch her. If you even think about it, I’ll make sure your heart never beats again."

Caesar’s face turned pale as he gulped. "It was just a joke! Really, just a joke! I'll focus on the fish!"

"Good," I said, turning my attention back to the fighting fish. "Then stop wasting time and prove your worth."

Caesar muttered curses under his breath but obeyed, using his gas powers to help fend off the fish. The battle raged on, with Robin and Usopp taking down the ones that got too close, while I kept an eye on the rest of the bridge. As we ran, it became apparent that the situation was getting worse—the bridge was collapsing in sections behind us, and there was a thick fog forming, making it harder to see.

Just as one of the fighting fish lunged toward us, it suddenly stopped mid-air and collapsed, lifeless.

"We caught it! There’s a fight happening, so we gotta conserve our strength!" voices called out from the mist, hauling the dead fighting fish away as if it was just another day's work.

"Great, more surprises," Usopp muttered under his breath, already exhausted from the constant threats.

I looked ahead at the collapsing bridge and the fog obscuring the way. "Looks like we’ll have to figure out another way across."

I turned to Caesar, who was already sulking. "Caesar, fly us over."

He protested immediately, throwing his hands up in frustration. "What am I, your personal transport? You can’t just order me—"

"Now," I interrupted, giving him a sharp look.

Grumbling and still muttering curses, Caesar used his gas powers to lift us into the air and carry us over the gap in the bridge. We flew through the mist, which only made Usopp more nervous.

Once we landed on the other side, the sight in front of us wasn’t any better. The entire area was covered with massive shipwrecks, some half-buried in the sand, and towering, unfamiliar giant plants, their leaves swaying ominously in the breeze.

"You don’t expect us to go in there, do you?" Usopp asked, his voice cracking with fear as he took in the unsettling scene.

I glanced back at him. "If you want to stay out here with the fish, be my guest."

Robin gave a small smile, trying to reassure Usopp. "It’ll be fine. We’ve handled worse."

Usopp sighed in resignation as we stepped forward, venturing deeper into Greenbit. The eerie landscape seemed to close in on us with every step.

Sanji POV.. 

I finally made it to the nearby town with Violet by my side. Her grip on my arm loosened, and she suddenly pulled away, a strange look in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Sanji, this was a terrible idea," she muttered, her voice shaky. "Just walk away. You shouldn’t get tangled up with someone like me. Asking you to do this... it was a mistake."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and I felt my heart twist painfully at the sight. I took a slow drag of my cigarette, trying to remain calm.

"If something were to happen to you, I—"

"Don’t worry," I interrupted gently, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, this lowlife thug is in here, huh?" I pointed toward the warehouse in front of us. "Wait here, Violet."

"Aren’t you going to ask me why?" she suddenly blurted, her voice a mixture of despair and hurt. "Why I asked you to do this?"

I paused, glancing at her over my shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You never questioned me. You just... did what I asked, without hesitation. Why?" Her tears spilled over, her voice trembling.

"I don’t need to question you," I said softly, looking into her tear-filled eyes. "Your tears are more than enough."

She bit her lip, trying to stop the sobs from escaping, and I couldn’t help but smile at her.

"My sweet Sanji," Violet whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"This will only take a minute," I reassured her, my tone light and confident. "Leave everything to your faithful bodyguard."

I kicked the door open with a forceful strike, the wooden frame splintering as I strode into the warehouse. "Alright, where’s the lowlife scumbag who’s been causing my sweet Violet trouble?" I growled, scanning the room.

"Who the hell are you?" a man sneered, stepping forward from the shadows.

"Looking at you, I can tell you’re the one who’s been hurting my angel," I replied calmly. "And just so you know, her name is Violet."

"Oh, so she put you up to this, huh?" one of the men spat, laughing.

I didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I let my legs do the talking. In an instant, I dispatched each of his goons with swift, precise kicks, sending them crashing into the walls around us. They didn’t even have time to react before they hit the ground, unconscious.

But then, my heart skipped a beat. I turned just in time to see the thug holding Violet at gunpoint, his arm wrapped tightly around her neck.

"Sanji..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Violet, my love!" I called out, my mind racing.

"I’ve had enough of you!" the thug growled, pressing the gun closer to her.

I clenched my fists, my anger boiling over. "I’m only going to say this once: unhand her, or else."

Without waiting for him to make a move, I activated Diable Jambe. My leg ignited with fiery intensity, and I launched a spinning kick, sending the thug flying across the room with a single strike. His weapon clattered uselessly to the floor as he crashed into the wall, unconscious.

"When you stand in the way of love, I put my foot down," I said confidently, extinguishing the flames on my leg.

Violet rushed to me, throwing her arms around my neck. "Sanji, can you do one more favor for me?" she whispered, her voice soft but urgent.

"Just one?" I swooned, feeling my heart race at her touch. "I thought you’d have learned by now that I’d do anything for you."

But before I could process what was happening, Violet suddenly stepped back, locking cold, heavy chains around my wrists and ankles. I looked down in shock as the metal clicked into place.

"Here’s my last request," she said, her voice taking on a chilling tone. "You must give your life to me, every last drop."

"Wait... what are you saying?" I stammered, confusion and disbelief swirling in my mind.

Her expression changed, the sweetness in her eyes replaced by something darker. Her true intentions had finally come to light.

"Violet... What are you doing?" I asked, my voice faltering, trying to grasp the situation.

Y/N POV… 

"Roronoa, I swear to god, when I get my hands on you, I’m going to..." I muttered, still trying to catch my breath. "How the hell can he run so fast, yet can’t follow simple directions?" I grumbled, frustration gnawing at me as I hurried down the streets of Dressrosa, dodging townsfolk and merchants.

I passed by a mirror hanging outside one of the shops and caught a glimpse of my reflection. My hair was a mess, my clothes were ruffled, and I looked like I’d been running for hours—which, to be fair, I had.

"Jeez, I look like a mess," I sighed, quickly pulling my hair out of its loose bun and letting it fall around my shoulders. I ran my fingers through it, styling it enough to look somewhat presentable. "That’s a bit better."

I paused for a moment, considering my next move. "I should just use my power," I thought aloud. "Maybe then I could find Zoro faster. But knowing Doflamingo, he’ll have a watchful eye on me from the sky. If I use my speed, it’ll make me an even bigger target."

I continued to jog forward, weighing my options. "I need to find that Colosseum," I muttered under my breath. "Really should've asked Sabo for directions."

My mind wandered as I ran, thoughts drifting back to the moment I shared with Sabo earlier. My body still tingled from it, my heart racing as a  vivid memory crept into my mind...

Flashback…

Night had fallen on the island, and the air was cool, the ocean’s gentle waves lapping against the shore. Sam had returned with food, and we sat near the fire he built, the warmth of the flames licking at the night air.

"This is delicious," I said, savoring the flavors of the meal.

Sam (who I now know is Sabo)  grinned, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "I’m glad you liked it, Y/N."

Just then, I noticed him pulling out a basket from behind a nearby rock. Inside was a blanket, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. He glanced at me with a playful smirk.

I raised an eyebrow and leaned in teasingly. "You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was a date."

 Sabo chuckled, his voice smooth and calm. "Well, I guess you could say that."

He poured us both a glass of wine, the fire crackling softly in the background, the night stars twinkling above us. Sabo then unwrapped the blanket and spread it out beside the fire.

"Cheers," he said, raising his glass. "To a memorable night."

I giggled softly, clinking my glass against his. "Cheers."

After a few sips of wine, I leaned against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. His touch was gentle yet comforting, and the warmth of the fire combined with the cool night air created a peaceful, intimate atmosphere.

"I never knew you were the romantic type," I teased again, glancing up at him with a playful smile.

He smirked, running his hand slowly down my back. "There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me," he said quietly.

As the night wore on, I found myself drifting off to sleep on his chest, lulled by the sound of the ocean and the gentle pressure of his hand as he absentmindedly drew circles on my back. It was soothing, his touch making me feel safe and secure.

I stirred slightly, feeling the soft press of his lips on my forehead. A tender kiss, warm and fleeting, but enough to make my heart flutter. Even in my half-asleep state, I smiled to myself, feeling completely at peace.

End of Flashback

I snapped back to reality, blinking up at the sky as the memory faded. My heart still ached from the warmth of that moment, but now wasn’t the time to get lost in it. I shook my head, refocusing on the task at hand.

"Right. Gotta find Zoro," I muttered to myself as I picked up the pace, weaving through the crowded streets.

Suddenly, I heard a shout. "Hey, look, it's the girl!"

My heart sank. "Crap, they found me!" I glanced over my shoulder and saw a group of men closing in, their eyes locked on me with malicious intent. I had no choice.

Clenching my left hand into a fist and raising my left leg, I activated my speed power. A surge of velocity coursed through me, my surroundings blurring as I pushed myself faster. "Don't let her get away!" the men yelled, their voices fading behind me.

I smirked, feeling the familiar thrill of speed. "Too slow!" I shouted back, my voice a fleeting echo as I dashed away from the pursuing men. The city’s buildings and people were mere streaks of color as I zipped through the streets.

"Oh, how I missed this," I thought, the wind whipping past me. "Okay, now to find Zoro and head to the Colosseum!"

With newfound urgency, I continued my rapid search, dodging obstacles and maintaining my focus. The streets of Dressrosa seemed to stretch endlessly before me, but I was determined. I had to find Zoro and make it to the Colosseum before it was too late.

Sanji POV…

I groaned as Violet and her men continued their assault, blood spilling from my mouth. "Violet... but why?" I struggled to ask, confusion and pain blending in my voice. "You're a failure, Black Leg. I knew you had a soft spot for women, so I exploited that," she said coldly.

"Violet, please!" I gasped, my voice faltering as I tried to reason with her. "This isn't like you!"

She laughed bitterly. "What do you know about me? I ate the Glare Glare Fruit, so I can see right through anything. You men are all the same! Always thinking you can use your charm to get what you want."

"Violet, you're not thinking clearly," I said, trying to catch my breath. "My intentions were always pure. Your tears were more than enough for me to tell the truth."

Violet's eyes widened as she activated her powers, searching through my thoughts and memories. Her expression shifted from anger to shock, and she took a step back, her face pale. "What are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I looked at her, trying to stay upright despite my exhaustion. "I told you. My intentions were genuine. I wanted to protect you, not hurt you."

Violet's resolve seemed to crack, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at me.

The men taunted me, "This guy must think he's in a romance novel. You've got to face reality—she pulled one over on you."

Violet stood up, her expression fierce as she faced her men. Their laughter echoed as they pulled out their blades, marching towards me with deadly intent. Just then, Violet's eyes blazed with determination. She unleashed her Hierro Lagrimas, striking them with a powerful force that sent them crashing to the ground. The once menacing warehouse was now filled with destruction.

I watched in astonishment as Violet freed me from the chains binding my hands and feet. "Violet, what—"

"You were forced to work for Doflamingo."

I shook my head, trying to process everything. "Go, Black Leg. From the moment your crew came with Caesar, your fate was sealed. Everything is following Doflamingo’s plan. Gaze into my mind and you'll know what truly is happening."

As she spoke, I focused on her eyes, diving into her memories from today. Shock and dread filled me as I saw the trap we had walked into. "He's also after the girl," Violet said, her voice trembling. "He’s been keeping a watchful eye on her."

"What?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing. "I need to warn Law, and I have to find Y/N! Come on, Violet. I'm not leaving here without you."

With determination, Violet and I made our way out of the warehouse. The urgency of our mission drove us forward. We raced through the streets, navigating our way to find the rest of the crew. My mind was focused on reaching Law and making sure Y/N was safe. Violet, despite her earlier betrayal, was now my ally in this desperate fight against Doflamingo's plans.

"Stay close," I instructed, my voice firm. "We have to get to them before it's too late."

Laws POV… 

Only two more minutes until we handed Caesar over to Doflamingo. The tension in the air was palpable as we approached the designated meeting point. My transponder snail began to ring, and I answered it, expecting routine updates. Instead, Sanji’s urgent voice cut through the static.

"Law, you need to get out of there! It's a trap!" Sanji's voice was strained and filled with panic. "Doflamingo set the whole thing up; he never resigned! We walked right into his trap."

I froze, my heart sinking as Sanji's words registered. "The marines are in on it too! You guys have to get out of there!" Sanji continued. His voice was laced with desperation.

"What about Y/N?! Is she safe?" I demanded, my mind racing.

Sanji went silent for a moment. "I lost track of her," he finally admitted.

"What?!" I roared, fury boiling over. "How could you lose track of her?"

Sanji's voice crackled with urgency. "Listen, we’ve got bigger issues. Doflamingo has been keeping an eye on her whereabouts; he wants her! I’m going to go find her!"

Before I could respond, the call ended abruptly. I slammed the transponder snail shut, frustration and fear overwhelming me. The reality of the situation hit hard—we were walking straight into Doflamingo's trap, and now Y/N's safety was at risk.

"Damn it!" I shouted, my rage echoing through the empty beach of Greenbit, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me. “What the hell do I do?” I muttered under my breath, every second ticking by like a countdown to disaster.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through my thoughts. “Law.”

I spun around to see Robin’s form emerging from the sands, though I quickly realized it wasn’t really her. "Nico! Is that—”

“No, this is just a clone of my body," Robin said calmly. "Was that Sanji you were talking to just now?”

I didn’t have time for this. “First, where’s your real body? Second, if what Blackleg says is true, the deal with Doflamingo is off,” I said, my voice tense with urgency.

“What do you mean the deal is off?!” Caesar shrieked from behind me. “What about you handing me over?”

“There’s not going to be any handover,” I shot back coldly. “Nico, find the nose, and we have to get out of here!”

Robin’s clone folded her arms, remaining composed. “We’ve hit a bit of trouble since we’re underground.”

“You’re what?” I hissed in disbelief.

“Go without us. We’ll reunite soon,” Robin’s clone said, her voice calm but firm.

I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of the situation crushing down on me. “Okay, got it.”

As the clone vanished, I was left alone with my racing thoughts. “Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?” The questions swirled in my mind, guilt gnawing at me. I knew I shouldn’t have let her go with Luffy's team. Now Doflamingo was after her, and I had no idea where she was.

Just then, the sound of footsteps alerted me to another problem. The navy was closing in.

“I presume one of you goes by the name Trafalgar Law?” a deep voice asked. I looked up, recognizing the man in front of me—the new admiral, Fujitora.

“And here you are,” I muttered under my breath. Doflamingo’s shadowy figure appeared behind the admiral, his smirk twisting into something sinister.

“Joker!” Caesar gasped, his voice trembling.

The clock struck 3:00, and Doflamingo sauntered forward, his grin widening. “Hey, Law. I hate to admit it, but you managed to impress me. Must have taken a lot to get an actual navy admiral here, huh? And since I’m still a Warlord, well, I’m shaking in my boots.”

“You’re a damn liar!” I yelled, anger burning through me. His lies, his manipulations—it was all part of his twisted game.

Doflamingo chuckled, enjoying the chaos he had created. “By the way, where’s the princess? I would have assumed you’d have her under your protection by now, but it appears she’s... missing.” His smirk grew darker. “My men have already spotted her, you know. Quite the little troublemaker, that one. Fast too. Makes me wonder how long she can keep running.”

The blood drained from my face as his words sank in. Y/N—he had eyes on her, and she was out there, alone, running for her life.

Doflamingo laughed softly. “Better hurry, Law. She won’t last much longer.”

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[negansbackdoorwhore]

It’s Okay

Summary: Ike has trouble sleeping at night, you try to ease his mind

Warnings: fluff, comfort smut, swearing, dirty talk, daddy kink

I was woken up by the feeling of Ike tossing and turning. Groaning as I sat up to see him sweating under the moonlight through the balcony door. I gently touch his chest and heard his breath getting unsteady.

“Ike, baby. Wake up.” I say just above a whisper to see hear him mumble and his body tensing. After another nudge he sat up with his eyes wide. “Another nightmare?”

“Yeah…” He says relaxing his breathing and rubbing his face. I move closer to rest my chin on her shoulder and wrap an arm around his stomach. I kiss his cheek and ruffle his hair. “I’m sorry baby.”

He only leaned into my hold and slowly relaxed. I see he’s still in his head and I moved my body to his lap. He went to rest his face in my neck, my arms wrapped on his broad shoulders. His skin was so warm and a beautiful tan, along with how his chest hair tickled my skin through the thin night gown.

“I had a dream that you died.” He said with a whimper. I held him and kissed his temple. His arms were holding me in a tight grip and his nose nuzzling into my skin.

“That’s not happening. I’m here with you always.” I say gently moving him away to hold his face in between my hands. My thumbs touch over his freshly shaved cheeks.

“I know but, it was so vivid and scary. Just the thought of not having you with me, breaks my heart.” I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his torso. I rested my head on his shoulder and ran my fingers in his chest hair. “I’m right here. I don’t ever plan on going anywhere without you.” I placed a loving smooch on collar and felt his tension leaving. I moved to start laying soft kisses on his neck and heard him groan. My eyes look to see his eyes shut and biting his lip. I took it further by sneaking my hand below to tease his semi erect cock. My palm giving a firm grip to hear him moan.

“You want me to help you out Daddy?” I say looking up seeing his hazel eyes haboring lust. I adjust my body as I stroke his length. He moaned and his fingers squeezed my sides. I kissed his lips and moved to help him take off my gown. My nude body was exposed once it was carelessly tossed on the ground. His hand pulled me to grind on his cock.

I moaned feeling his body so hard and ready. His flesh touched against my inner thigh and I moan feeling his mouth wrapping over one of my tits. His tongue swirled against me and he was growing impatient. His arms flipped me onto my back and watched him throw the covers out of the way. Our bodies now exposed and seeing the silhouette of his body had me growing more needy.

Ike leaned to kiss me and his cock stroked inside me. I moaned into his mouth as my thighs squeezed his hips.

“Fuck. You’re pussy is so fucking wet baby.” He groaned while biting his lower lip. I go to hold his head between my hands. Our eyes adjusted in the dark as I look him in his dark pupils.

“Your cock feels so good inside me Daddy.” I whimpered as he thrusted deep. His breath hit against my lips as my hips rose to meet his thrusts. His cock warm and sliding easily with my arousal coating him. I moaned hearing the wet noises my pussy was making with each hit from his hips.

His eyes slip shut as on of his arms hooked behind my neck. I dig my nails into his shoulders and moaned loudly at how deep he hit. “Oh fuck. Baby. Y/N, it’s so, so fucking good.” He said in a broken sequence as he was getting closer. I took the opportunity to pull him in for a kiss. He groaned against my lips and I flipped our bodies to have him beneath me. He was caught off guard for a second but his hands landed on my hips. I look at him as purposely grinded on his shaft. He looked down to see how wet I was on top of him.

“Fuck. C’mon baby, I want to come so fucking bad in that tight cunt of yours.” I moan at his words and slid myself back on him. My walls clenched on him and I placed my hands on his chest. He growled as I tugged his chest hair and his hands moved up to hold my tits. His fingers massaged me and I moan as I grinded on him.

“Shit. Baby.” He moaned his head fell back and I leaned down to kiss his neck. A weakness he had that I used to my advantage. My lips sucked a hickie on Ike’s hands gripped my ass as I fucked myself on top of him.

“Y/N. I’m so close.” He whimpered. “I know. Come inside me baby. I want to feel all of you Daddy.”

With that his hips rose up and I kissed his lips. He gasped out my name and I felt him spilling inside me. His arms held my waist to keep still. I shuddered as he pulled out of me. My walls were coated by him and waves of my orgasm hit. Ike smiled and traced patterns with his fingers on my back. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. I moved to lay on my side and his arm hooked around my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed my head.

“You took care of me, now I’ll take care of you.” He whispered and turned on his side to face me. I watch him sit up and moved me over his body so he could carry me. “Let’s enjoy a nice hot bath. And I’ll give you a nice massage when we’re done.” My arms held his neck and I could feel the overwhelming security and love from my husband.

“I love you Ike.”

“Love you too Y/N.”

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[justabrainrotvictim]

I literally was brainstorming the plot for a lps MOVIE, and there were vivid VISIONS of a fanmade trailer in my head OKAY OKAY!!!

I COULDNT SLEEP LAST NIGJT BWCAUSE OF THIS I HAVE TO GET THIS DOWN

(Rant under cut >-<) Feel free to give your own ideas i would love to read them!!!

Visuals:

Okay so imagine the mlp movie and how they did their models, how crisp and clean with the simple airbrushing at shading points right? Polished and well animated, looking semi-3D? Yeah imagine that but paired with LPS. I think it would look stunning. It would be understandable because both MLP and LPS are made by Hasbro.

I imagined a dynamic 3D-like zoom beginning from the clouds down onto Down-Town city, zooming down the skyscrapers, city park, across bright alleys and busy streets. At some point the pov points towards pets being walked by their owners down to a busy shop of lps.

The drone-like accseleration would cruz through the busy shop of pets jumping for treats and the ring of the cash register from paying customers. Then, finally, the daycare, the theater speakers blasting cute pop music and chattering criters enjoying their time there. With all 7 pets running around doing their little characteristic things and their modles being displayed,. The old timer people watch as they claw at their seats, excited to see their favorite characters.

Then a rattle comes from the Dumb waiter, and this is where we meet the main protagonist, Blythe, off to go to school.

(Stop this looks so good in my head i hope you get it) (i feel like the animation style would be a pixar/illumination style if not hasbro

Plot:

I feel like the plot would be very cliché like something related to Blythe's Mom, since she was brought up and obviously absent (i hope they didnt apply that she's not dead because then this wouldn't work) but ill go with this plot for now.

I think blythe's mom would reside somwehere in a jungle, in a treehouse even, as a ranger. She would use her gift to aid animals and help them through climate change and relationship problems and sortage. Etc. Haven't fleshed this part out yet.

This movie would be an Adventure Comedy Rated G. (I dont really know how much angst i want in this but whatevr)

Blythe and the pets will be going through an adventure to find out if Blythe's mom is still alive .. as Blythe finds a shread of hope, a clue.. of where she could be.

The pets will be going through airports, a rural city in the east continent, jungles, and especially shenanigans.

Now this just came to me, what if blythe brings the pets with her by the permission of the owners through a cruz or something, THEN being stranded (ignore this happening in the show okay) or something out of Blythe's control where now Blythe and the pets have to face being both lost, on a time crunch, and blythe's quest as a lesser priority. Because if blythe doesnt bring the pets back, she could be in serious trouble.

Characters:

Blythe Baxter: Main character energy. Helps point the plot in the right direction while also being the most hopeful about her success in finding her mom.

Roger: A silly goose that nearly messes up the plot with his clumsyness. Dont know if he will be apart of blythe being lost.

Twombly: probably very little dialog, unfortunately.

Zoe: Comentary and would get distracted easily with herself, would help with discovering scents and tracking. The most observant.

Pepper: lightens up the mood with her jokes. She even does this in glim and depressing sequences but slowly trails off when she realizes her failure. She would then wallow in the mood while feeling guilty.

Penny Ling: The most useful when finding food of substance that is sonsumable. It is also helpful with being extremely charming and cute in some instances. The heart of the group.

Minka: The most energetic and finds upcoming trouble first. What isn't helpful is how she freaks out crazily to the point where it makes all the pets panic even more. Otherwise, she is the eye of the group.

Sunil: AHHHHHH! He worries a lot.. sort of anxious about everything new around him.

Vinnie: AHHHHHH's with Sunil. Somewhere in the movie, he would find our something utterly impossible - for comedy - that literally no other living being would figure out. This would reference the many times he did something 'smart' to contrast with his character.

Russel: Group parent, bossy pants, and nerd. Too much dialog. Wayyy too much. At some point, one pet even brings up this detail of how he's such a yapper.

Biskits: Totally like ew. Their like so cool and stuff. Yeah.. The young adult demographic LOVESSS them like Velvet and Veneer from Trolls 3. In each separate scene, they wear a new slaying outfit.

Cashmere and Velvet have a cameo btw

Character interaction:

There will be small details in some scenes, kind of easter eggs at some sort like where one is hugging the other or making sure they're okay. Or a pet observing a butterfly ykwim.

(*cough cough* sunil and vinnie hugging when scared)

I honestly feel like there would be random lore drops, like idk how a pet was adopted/raised (SUNIL WAS OBVIOUSLY RAISED AS A BABY) idk i just really want that in a movie like, lore of a character that sounds awesome.

The pets would be super caring with each other. And during their worst, they will comfort verbally or physically whenever one feels down. They will protect one another like family. They will cry. They will suffer.

All characters will experience something out of their comfort zone. All characters will receive character development. Blythe will prioritize her mom over the pets. That's right, you heard me. She will care less about the pets at some point.

She would be so caught up in her own world that she wouldn't notice the pain she's causing her pets by dragging them with her through this journey. How hard it would be to cope with such stress.

Conflict:

That leads to conflict. Blythe's neglectful behavior would lead to a more serious scene where she breaks down at the idea that maybe, her mom is gone. How all evidence points to her death or some other factor. That maybe if she was just a few days earlier, she could have seen her. She could have met her.

Trailers and Theater posters:

The music would be like the intro music to mlp movie , an electric guitar cover of the intro, like JUST IMAGINE HOW BADASS THAT WOULD BEEEEEEE!!!!!

I could not be clearer ENOUGH! Sunil would be in a scene of a trailer saying something like,

*anoyyed groan* "Could this day get any better?!"

*as sacrastic as possible* and then it pours rain and vinnies like,

"Maybe." In a very oblivious voice.

IDK GUYS THERE WOULD BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN THE TRAILER OKAY YOU GET ME???? SOME DUMB DAD HUMOR LIKE IRONICALLY FUNNY OJAY OKAY????

[baladric]

the thing i always return to is the wonder at maggie stiefvater's very specific talent for vivid and multifaceted characters.

like, the present marvel: the first dream sequence in dream thieves, when ronan dreams the puzzle box and then is stuck watching himself and thinks, "The exterior of this early morning Ronan didn't look at all how he felt on the inside." and based on everything we know about him, you expect the thought to continue into some musing about being soft in sleep, or looking young or uncharacteristically peaceful—and then he hits us instead with a thought of the brutal sharpness of his own body, "Anything that didn't impale itself on the sharp line of this sleeping boy's cruel mouth would be tangled in the merciless hooks of his tattoo, pulled beneath his skin to drown."

and he's so startled by this sharpness! he looks like a weapon, when all he wants is to dream of light—but we don't know that yet, right? here you've spent an entire book's worth of time with the externality of ronan, and the immutable certainty that his sharpness is cultivated—the shaved head, the tattoo, the jagged mannerisms and outspoken cruelty. and then we get into his head, and he's just as anxious and tangled as gansey or adam or blue! he's just as baffled by his own self as the rest of them—if not moreso, bc his trc arc specifically is so much about queer monstrosity. and just... stiefvater does this shit in single lines that sound like they belong in a siken poem, just tossed into the middle of other shit. "a miracle of moving parts," "you soft, spoiled thing," all of blue's brief and undwelled-upon little annoyances about being called sensible over and over again, until we finally get the bit about not thinking about the things she can't have (a phone, a big brilliant future, a kiss) and hence, her so-called Sensibility. noah's hands seeming "to belong fewer places than most people's."

she does this over and over again, redefining a whole-ass character w one sentence, and the thing is, i always think i've gotten used to this it!! but then i reread, another year older, another year farther along as a writer in my own right, and all new things jump out at me. and it's just awe-inspiring?? and regular inspiring. i don't think there's another writer that motivates me to create so profoundly as maggie stiefvater and i will cry forever about these children

[missamyrisa2]

Cleaning anon again 🪥🫧 Thank you for humoring my silly little dream!!! I had fun typing it out, maybe a little too much fun haha 😳

I have tickle cleaning dreams allll the time, that just happened to be an especially vivid one. Some of my other favorites include the one where I was a professional lee and got hired for a fundraising event sort of like a car wash fundraiser, except customers paid to help clean me 🥴 then there was another dream where I was being washed in one of those old fashioned wooden tubs, and i squirmed too much and knocked the tub over so that I fell on the floor in the middle of a puddle of soap water. And the head ler stood over me and was like "dang it, we are going to get you squeaky clean if it's the last thing we do!" and then picked up my leg and started scrubbing my foot and then all the other lers joined in and gave me a tickle bath right there on the floor while I scream laughed my head off with pure joy.

Haha I always get carried away when I write about these 😭Anyway, you don't owe me anything but whenever you want to write a cleaning tease just know there is one reader who will be very VERY happy. Consider me camped outside your cleaning factory ready to offer myself as a test dummy for whatever wacky new cleaning method the factory workers are trying out 👍

Mmmhhh ~ oooh my gosssh this is soooo ticklehotttttt~

I loveeee the idea of ticklers coming in to clean at a charity even just allll those smiling smirking teasyyy cleaners stepping up with their scrub brushes and buckets and water wands to cleanse your body over and over ~

And your other dream reminds me of this vintage tickle pic I have somewhere at what looks like a ren faire where these three guys are in a big wooden bucket with their feet sticking out and this witchy woman is cleaning tickling them. I've alwaysss want that to be meee tooo ~ both sides. I'd be so smirky sassyyyy grabbing your foot and scrubbing it ~ and I'd alsooo be such a messss thrashing around the suds as people tried to clean my death spotsss~

But at the moment my lovely cleaning anon? I think I'd put you in my human wash which is like one of those single car washes where the car stays still as the machinery works around with jets and brushes. We'd have you strapped on a standing frame which is going to be slowlyyyy slid into the human wash as all that heavy machinery spools up with loud sounds. Walls of jets and spinning buffers threateningly move about into their sequence. You get to struggle and whimper seeing the suds being applied and spinning around the whirling buffers while the jets scan and take aim on your body, starting with the gentle fuzzy sprays to soak you down and raise your sensitivity before the precision jets target your belly and legs and underarms, kicking on with a blast to give you the thorough pre-wash.

Between the incoming walls of fluff you can see me with the tablet working away, flashing you a knowing smile. Just as my team of techs similarly wave as they look up from their stations, pleased as punch to practice their work on such a wiggly giggly cutie. The progress lights at the top show that your deep cleanse is about to begin with the multi-color buffers moving about twirling around your body from head to toe, spreading the tingly popping sudsy bubbles. The sounds of machinery rises and pumps away, your twitching writhing areas covered in the tickly solution. "We've got a squirmer!" one of the techs declares with a giggle as you hear an audible click to increase the speed of the buffers. More clicks follow, and between the melee of bubbles and buffers you can see the lights of phone cameras going off. They really love their work here at the human wash.

The buffers are barely finished before the eager scrub brushes are moving into place, locking in their targets to work a craft behind your knees and over your thighs and along your waist, up your belly to your ribs and under your arms and around your collar. Struggle all you like, they can't be deterred and you are so covered with tingly suds. The scrubbers merrily work on your body, polishing back and forth all around while we take notes and comment. "Hmm. Increase the frequency on the inner armpits and raise speed around the navel zone." "Definitely sensitive." "Engage the toe brushes." The progress bar dings as extra toe cleansing is lit up with rollers and detail brushes whirling down to get at your feet as the frame raises to expose them fully, assisted by little clamps for each toe. And the process only speeds up from there as the royal cleaning follows, with extra soft silky draping cloths are applied to your royal chest buttons and lower regal zone, the mechanical hands taking the utmost care to tease and coax out cleanliness on your most elegant spots.

Which is just pretense for me and my team to finally enter the cleaning chamber with our detail tools. Small as q-tips and equipped with delightful fluff puffs, we take the utmost care in ensuring your royal zones are shining clean. There's just some cleans that need the handcrafted human touch and we make sure our customers are totally satisfied with a thorough 3-step clean on these buttons. First a gentle spray from our tingle solution, then a deep cleansing brushing, and lastly sealing it all in with the silky cloths to buff those buttons to a perfect sheen ~

And we're so committed to satisfaction that if you don't tell us within ten seconds that you are completely, 100% happy and ready to write us a 5-star review, you'll get another full package absolutely free on the spot~<3

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Babewatch

Somedays Denki wondered and worried if Mineta's libido was going to be the death of him. Now don't Ol' Jamming Whey wrong (and remember only Kyouka can call him that), he had a more than healthy appreciation for the opposite sex himself but the little grape-head was far too willing to endure great lengths of pain and humiliation to get his jollies. Small wonder the girls in their class didn't dare to risk wanting a look inside the runt's dorm room and right about now the human tazer was wondering if plucking off some of those sticky balls of his was giving him brain damage. Given what sort of plan he was looking to spring into action which he claimed was 100% guaranteed to get him some major action or if you were being a realist like kaminari?

It was an idea that reeked of sheer dumbass stupidity that would likely see Mineta at the very least get the crap beaten out of him or at the most and worst? Beaten to death, arrested and humiliated and not necessarily in that order, mind you. Now you might be asking what's got Denki so worries and Mineta more perversely impulsive than usual? Well naturally a little provision of context is in order here, folks....

The fine guys and gals of UA's class A and B were having a nice relaxing get together at the local community swimming pool one fine summer day. Said pool was being overseen by an absolute stunner of a lifeguard named Kanani who had come all the way from Hawaii on a work exchange program for a change of scenery. Now believe you me this woman was a work of sensual art, a curvy, thick and toned rich natural born islander tanned body contained within a skin-tight hugging red one piece swimsuit distinct of all in her profession. Definitely good genetics along with years of swimming and surfing topped off with a model quality face and luscious sun-kissed flowing mane of blonde hair.

She was definitely turning heads be it man or woman and who could blame them really? Now Denki among other guys was certainly fine just watching albeit with more control and a bit of politeness but Mineta? Good grief the grape head had been a bit much to deal with sharing way too many detailed, vivid scenarios about what he'd love to do to even get close to that island goddess. Which of course leads back to what was making ol' Chargebolt worry so much.

Denki:"I'm telling you man, it's just not going to work out the way you want it to…” *The electric ikemen reasoned with the grape runt. But of course he knew it was falling on deaf ears. Once Mineta listened to his libido, all bets were off. Hard to believe this guy was among the highest rated students in class on the written tests.*

Mineta:”Ooh ye of little faith, you’ll be changing your tune once I make my moves on that Hawaiian hottie.”*The human grapebowl arrogantly declared with confidence as shameless as his lust. In his mind this plan was fool proof, he saw it in this old 90s American movie. He’d fake drowning and Kanani as per her duty would dive in to save him then proceed to deliver cpr. And that was when he’d spring his trap…*

Denki however knew Murphy’s law would see to it that Mineta’s so called fool proof plan would be anything but. As he sat beside Sero who watched on curiously with him, wondering why the walking taser seemed so deadpan as they saw Mineta strut along the pool edge. Amidst the swarm of activity throughout as classes A and B enjoyed those rare welcome moments of actual student normality, Mineta shot a glance at Kanani sitting high and comfy in her lifeguard chair as she made some small talk with Mina and Maya before he smirked as he waited for his moment. Well he would’ve had it not been for what happened next.

If there was one thing to be said about the sequence of events that occured, it was like if klutziness played out as elaborate and over the top as a Rube Goldberg machine. As Mineta found himself stepping and slipping on a stray puddle, causing him to glide along the pool floor like an air hockey puck. Proceeding to crash right into the six packed abdominals of Kirishima, as the runt’s sticky balls caused him to bounce off and fly away all over the place like a pinball. Finding himself landing right in the hot tub with a splash, said tub occupied of course by Class A's own walking short fused, Bakugo who was none too pleased to find his personal relaxation time violated.

While Mineta was suffering his, quite frankly not undeserved, punishment, poor Kirishima had wound up being knocked by the grape-head into the pool. Which wouldn't be so bad had the stumbling not caused him to fall in such a way that his head had hit the edge on the way down. Rendering him knocked out as he fell in with a splash much to the shock and panic of many especially his girlfriends. Fortunately Kanani was quick to react as anyone in her profession would, exiting her perch to dive in and save him.

Now Kirishima wasn't sure if it might've been just the possible concussion of the loss of oxygen from water filling his lungs as she sank into the deep end. But as he looked up at the sky above the water, the sunlight shining down, his brain couldn't help but think as he caught sight of Kanani. Making him remark how she looked rather angelic, almost equal parts like a mermaid and an angel coming to his rescue. Certainly wasn't a bad last sight to see before his vision faded as unconsciousness claimed him, blacking out.

For a moment Kirishima had nearly wondered if this might be the end for him but he found he wasn't having his life flash before his eyes. No, rather it was his sex life as like a veritable montage, memories played of his sting of romps and fun times with Mina and Maya. Not to mention that of his many frequent erotic encounters and illicit, explicit liaisons, practically feeling their bodies against his, the tastes of their tongues and their lips on his. It all felt so very real before he cracked his eyes open, vision proceeding to un-blur and show that no, it was not a coincidence why the sensations felt so vivid.

The reason being Kanani was laying atop him, their surroundings indicating they were in the Pool’s medical room. Straddling his waist, the camel toe of her swimsuit grounding against the crotch of his swimsuit. The bulge bumping against her motions as she was pressing her lips to his, tongue exploring his mouth as it traced and memorised his sharp, pointy teeth. Not an unpleasant surprise to wake up to but certainly not expected to say the very least as she noticed he was awake, breaking their liplock with a trailing strand of saliva between them.

Kanani:*a sensual grin and blush on her sexy face as she sat up, not moving from where she sat straddling him.*"Aloha handsome, was wondering when you'd wake up. No worries, your head is fine, got a little carried away with the cpr, but I'd say your girlfriends didn't mind..."*That got the redhead’s attention as he looked to the side to see Mina and Maya sitting on a nearby bench. Sensual grins in their faces as they waved playfully, no doubt eager to watch the pending show. Before he looked back at the Hawaiian blonde bombshell who leaned close to his face, lips inches from kissing him once more.* “That being said, I think you and I both k know where this is going and I ain’t picky. Its been way too long since I got any action so tell me…you a riot in the sheets as much as on the streets?”

Kirishima’s expression became determined, his gaze passionate as he responded the way he knew best when in the presence of such a sensual woman like this. Making her gasp as he grabbed her glorious tanned booty with firm squeezes, pressing his lips to hers much to Kanani’s delight as they began to make out more properly. Tongues dancing together as the lifeguard rubbed her cameltoe against his pitched tent, her nectar flowing through the material of her swimsuit. Maya and Mina’s arousal skyrocketing as they fingered one another, making out as they watched their man once again prove his stud status.

Now for those of you wondering about the others in the meantime, they were resuming their R&R in the meantime especially after Mineta had to get hauled away on a stretcher after what Bakugo had done to him. Leaving the lifeguard plenty of privacy to enjoy the sturdy himbo as she performed in a 69 position, stroking his cock as she sucked and blew on it while he had pried the crotch portion of her swimsuit. His tongue probing away as he licked and ate out her pussy, tasting the flow of her juices while she levelled up and whipped her tits out. Sandwiching his juicy sex meat between her meaty boob buns, stroking and massaging thst length and girth with pillowy warmth.

Now if Kanani thiught this foreplay was getting her nice and wet, the moment Kirishima started to fuck her? She found him putting any and every prior man in her sex life to shame and she was loving it!! Screaming with wanton sexual desire and abandon as he fucked in a mating press. Her tanned booty jiggling with every impact of those heavy balls and that jackhammering cock dancing together in a sloppy open air game of spitswapping tonsil hockey.

Of course just the very moment he penetrated her had made he cum, orgasms rocking her so intensely that she couldn’t keep count. But any and every moment he came was a different story, the thrill and rush of his cum pouring inside her or spraying in her exotic skin the sweetest ecstasy. Of all the hunks at this pool today, talk about luck of the draw getting acquainted with an absolute unit as she continued to ride the Red Riot wave of passion. Relishing each and every shift in position and intimacy.

Kanani:”ooh fuck, oh god, You’ve cum 3 times and you haven’t pulled out once yet? You even human?”*the blonde islander babe praised as Kirishima was currently fucking her doggy style. Fully naked as her red one piece was discarded, laying in the floor as he pumped away into her snatch. Her tanned body glistening with luscious sheen of sweat, gasping with delight a the himbo stud used her arms as handle bars or firmly grabbed and pulled her glorious mane of blonde hair. Her boobs bouncing with erotic freedom as the medical bed shook and creaked.*

Mina and Maya were naked themselves of course and scissoring one another at watching their himbo teddy bear get another hottie get sexually addicted to his fuck meat. The blonde hottie screaming and howling as she was bent and twisted in a mating press and a piledriver. Before she found Kirishima really showing off those powerful muscles of his as he pumped her on his cock in a full nelson nold. Postion after postion, orgasm after orgasm and it only got spicier and wilder whe the cotton candy/bubblegum duo added the elves into the fray.

Mineta meanwhile laid in the exam room of the nearby local hospital, awaiting for someone like recovery girl to come along and heal him up. Currently heavily bandaged and mumbling at how badly his plan went wrong. Before he coils reflect any further and plan his next idea of making a move on Kanani, his cellphone buzzed as he fished it out and checked. A notification from Mina which he opened and screamed bloody murder.

Tears of blood flowing as he found his phone spammed with videos and pictures of Kirishima fucking Kanani as well as the alien queen and The shapeshifting hottie. Cursing God for making him so as once again Kirishima beat him out in terms of sex and luck with women. While Kanani was still noting her fun and making plans to get better acquainted with the chivalrous stud. Especially if he ever decided to come on down to Hawaii sometime….

[los-ninos-tortugas]

I’d love your thoughts on…Bayverse tmnt.

This has languished in my inbox for far too long. Quite honestly I was gonna try to come up with some sort of funny meme answer to this and drew up completely blank so instead I'm gonna do sincerity,

It's... it's bad but I still kinda love it? In a weird way? These movies give me weird emotions because I did genuinely enjoy watching them but I'm also very aware that there's... Stuff going on. I've definitely taken my fair share of pot shots at these movies in the past because it's funny, But after seeing this behind the scenes video I do think there's something kind of interesting to talk about; how much thought went into this... for it to still come out pretty mid. Which probably sounds a little mean, and not for nothing I do commend the crews insistence on using a practical set and effects where they could because honestly yeah, it does look awesome. And overall I do think the movies have pretty impressive visuals and the action sequences are a lot of fun but I don't think those things can really save these movies from the weaknesses that just come out of the script itself.

Now I'm not gonna lie it's been a hot minute since I watched these movies so I'm kinda going off my memory here. Could I have taken the time to rewatch them before answering this? Probably. But I didn't so here we go.

The Turtles:

I actually don't really hate their designs? I have a very vivid memory of people making a big stink about how they looked when the first movie came out back in 2014, although back then I wasn't a fan so it all just kinda went over my head. I'm still not a fan of them having lips as opposed to beaks but that's really the only part where I kinda draw the line. I weirdly kinda liked that they tower over all the humans and that their physicality matches just how strong they are in this movie. Their first fight scene is so chaotic because you can't see them yet (again, their ability to sneak around so effectively in spite of their size also adds to the impression they make) but enemies are just flying. Karai is quickly losing control of the situation, Foot Clan grunts are getting thrown into the walls and cracking the subway tile with the force with which they're thrown. The way the scene builds the anticipation for the reveal is really well done in my opinion. Do the turtles look like teenagers? No. Absolutely not. And admittedly this did give me a little bit of cognitive dissonance because I kinda kept forgetting that they are kids with the exception of a few scenes. But they do look like mutants so points for that I guess. And it's pretty cool to see what elements from these turtles seemed to end up carrying over to Rise and Mutant Mayhem. Stuff like the tech on Donnie's shell and his glasses. Raph's bandana, and the turtles wearing more clothes overall. The fact that they're purpose made science experiments this time rather than the result of an accident. Like as much as Bayverse gets kinda treated like the black sheep of the turtle iterations it would be unfair to say it had zero influence on what came after.

These turtles in particular are also really riding the coattails of the superhero movie genre back before we all got tired of it. I feel like unlike a lot of the other iterations-- and while TMNT does kinda fall under the superhero umbrella from their comic origins they also kind of originated their own specific subgenre within that that has a very specific... TMNT-ness to it if you know what I mean (i.e. street sharks, battle toads, gargoyles if you really squint)-- these versions of the turtles are more like straight up superheroes than any other version. They're literally bulletproof, they have super strength, speed, and agility. They can survive in hostile environments that would otherwise kill normal humans- really they might as well have slapped capes on them. There's also this weird cartoony-ness to them. Like they specifically operate on cartoon logic while the rest of the world still operates on regular real world logic. It does take me out of it a bit when it does happen.

As far as personalities go (and this is where my memory gets a bit foggy so bear with me here) Raph and Donnie stand out to me the most and I think that's because they both end up being really empathetic characters. The first movie actually kinda becomes Raph's movie and he gets a lot of screentime and character development. The second movie is definitely a bit more Leo focused but I think it's split a little more evenly overall between all of them. But Raph and Donnie are definitely my favorites in this version. Leo is a bit bland in my opinion. At least compared with other versions I've seen. Maybe on another rewatch I would reassess that but for now he just seems like he's kinda there. He's the leader and that's his job. (Again, the BTS video does more to explore his personality than I think the movies really do, so it's like, how did all this thought go into this for it to still not show through?) I feel like the writers just didn't know what to do with Mikey. He gets a bit more development and character in the second movie (the line delivery on the "we aren't monsters" scene comes to mind. Real gut punch every time) but in the first one he's unfortunately just kind of annoying.

Master Splinter:

Oh is Splinter here? Coulda fooled me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, his one purpose is to provide exposition and then exit the plot as quickly as possible when he is no longer useful. Yes he gets critically injured in the first movie and I feel like it's supposed to raise the stakes- it does not. I do not care about him even a little.

April O'Neil:

Okay I'm conflicted because I love Megan Fox and I really think she tried her best with what she was given to work with. The movie almost did a good- there was kind of a weird but self aware joke about April wanting to be a real journalist and pursue more hard hitting stories but the news network very obviously hired her to put her on television to objectify her and have her do puff pieces and boost their ratings because she's attractive. And I'm like "wow that's actually some really self aware commentary on how Megan Fox has been treated by the industry and by Michael Bay in particular it's really cool that they put that in a movie produced by him- oh nevermind there it is they're objectifying her for the rest of the movie." Which is really unfortunate because the way she plays this kind of more manic and slightly unhinged version of April who is maybe not super socially aware is very funny (cue April slapping a conspiracy board and presenting it as serious evidence to her boss). I think her having a connection to the turtles pre-mutation is a pretty cool play on their origin since usually after being dropped in the sewer they cease to have any connection to the kid that bought them from the pet store. But having April and the turtles remember each other is honestly kinda sweet. (Along with the fact that she gave them their names.)

Casey Jones;

Fuck that guy. That's not Casey Jones because Casey Jones is not a goddamn cop.

Vern:

Exists.

The Bad Guys:

Eric Sacks: Okay I haven't seen anyone else point this out but it's driving me nuts. Has anyone else noticed that this guy's origin story is just The Karate Kid but if he turned out evil? Like he tells the story and I literally had to pause the movie because it blew my mind that they just Did That. I was just going "that's just the plot of The Karate Kid. He just explained the plot of The Karate Kid in this movie as his origin story, they just stole it. AND IT"S THE FUCKING JAIDEN SMITH VERSION NO LESS WTF???" Like is it just me? Am I crazy? They fucking did this earnestly and it's driving me up the goddamn wall.

The Shredder: Motivations, what are those? Crime? Money? I guess? If someone could tell me what the hell this man's actual motivations and goals were in this movie I'd appreciate it because I have no idea. This character has zero personality, I can remember zero of his lines, his costume is dope as hell. I don't understand why he's here except that maybe the writers were contractually obligated to put him in the movie. He's literally The bad guy in all the turtleverse how is he so goddamn unmemorable in this movie??? And in the second one? Sir I feel like you should have more of a reaction to finding out extradimensional aliens are real than going "Okay we work for this guy now." and then proceed to tear apart the fabric of reality for him based on like a two minute conversation. What were you hoping to get out of this arrangement, I know the movie probably said it but like everything else that has to do with the antagonists I cannot remember.

Karai: Is here. I guess. Also just way too cool with learning that mutants and aliens are a thing, never reacts to anything. I'm sure she has lines in these movies, could I tell you anything she said or anything she did that would be indicitave of her having a character or a personality? Nope. She exists to be a henchwoman and that's about it.

Bebop and Rocksteady: Probably the only memorable villains in all of these movies, and that's only because they're funny.

General Krang: Why did they even bother dude. Disappointment.

Honestly after writing this I might go rewatch these movies, because this has just reminded me that their whole deal is kind of wild to be honest. And I probably could go on even more but this has already gotten pretty long. Thanks for the ask and I'm sorry it took so so long. But it was fun to do this kind of break down, and I kinda wanna do more in the future with other tmnt stuff, idk I'll see where that goes or not.

Thanks for reading <3

[the-little-knight]

IVE BEEN LISTENING TO MOUNT RAGEOUS ON LOOP, AND THERES SUCH A VIVID IMAGE IN MY HEAD OF PEPPINO IN A CHASE SEQUENCE AGAINST PIZZAHEAD......

LIKE IM SEEING A TANGIBLE AU IDEA FOR THIS..... BUT I CANT THINK HARD ENOUGH TO FIGURE IT OUT........ 💀