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i’m also an avid selfshipper, if that’s interesting at all

[moonydustx]

how they would react to F!Reader saying she's pregnant but with Shanks, Rayleigh and Law?

Oi oi! Turu bem? Vou deixar até o comecinho da resposta em português porque sim hahahahah primeiro, obrigada pelo pedido e segundo, eu acho que me empolguei escrevendo de novo, sou inimiga do resumo. O do Ray acho que pode ter ficado um pouco confuso porque tentei usar as duas eras (como pode ele ser tãão saborosíssimo toda vez que aparece, af). Mas é isso, obrigadão e espero que goste <3

And here’s the translation of the day: Hey Hey! How are you? I'll even leave the beginning of the answer in portuguese because yes hahahahah (for those who don't understand PT-BR, I discovered that the requester is brazilian like me) firstly, thank you for the request and secondly, I think I got carried away writing again. I think Ray's might have been a little confusing because I tried to use both eras (how can he be so delicious every time he appears, haha). But that's it, thank you and I hope you like it <3

Oh, and hello @badlandsx! I'm tagging you here because I saw your request about Law, but don't worry, I'll soon write the other part that you also requested. Thank you <3

requests open | one piece masterlist (other pregnancy stories are here)

Warnings are place individually in each story.

Rayleigh

Warnings: mentions of new and old Ray, like I said I love them both. Buggy and Shanks kids are one of my favorite things about Roger's era, so we have them here. Mention to F!Reader being an herbalist. Brief not-so-canonical mention of Sabaody's arc.

Acid temperament, answers on the tip of the tongue, a captivating smile. Rayleigh didn't have much of an option but to fall in love at first sight when you two bumped into each other in a random bar on a random island. It didn't matter anymore when he managed to convince you to be part of the crew. Your knowledge of herbs and medicines was just an excuse he used to get the captain to accept - and Roger knew Silvers Rayleigh enough to know it was just a pretext for you to get on board.

It didn't take long for the glances exchanged and toasts proposed to turn into hidden moments at Oro Jackson, kisses stolen when others weren't looking, that turned into a golden ring around your finger. Now, such moments had turned into a new life being generated in you.

"You should stay less agitated for now, please." Crocus asked. You had come up with a lame excuse for him to stay on the ship with you while the others had disembarked. "By my reckoning, these are still the first few months, it's the most sensitive period. Any more aggressive activity can bring risks."

"You will die?" Buggy's squeaky voice caught the two of you's attention. When you found the spot where the boy was hiding, you saw Shanks cover his companion's mouth.

"Nothing like that, come here." you leaned on the counter, calling out to the two who soon stopped in front of you. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"

"That you don't really know what to do, and that you need to be less agitated and that you're sensitive." Shanks took the lead, listing, Buggy came further behind, eyes attentive to your every movement.

The two boys already saw you almost as a motherly figure, always trying to hide and lean on you whenever they got into trouble, of course they would be scared to hear such loose information.

"I'll trust you two, but I want you both to keep your mouth shut." you bent down to his level. "I'm pregnant, but it's too early for anyone to know, okay?"

"Pregnant?" they both screamed and you covered their mouths. Further behind you, Crocus was deliberately laughing at the two boys' reactions. "Does that mean it's the baby that's hurting you?" Buggy completed.

"No one was hurt." the doctor took the lead, explaining to both of them. "A pregnant woman requires more care and is also more sensitive. Well, you knowing this can be of great help."

"What do you mean by that?" Just like you, the boys seemed to have doubt written all over their faces.

"Someone here loves to get into trouble, until Rayleigh finds out and can keep an eye on you, you two are responsible for it. No fights, no crazy adventures, no almost anything." the man laughed when he saw your indignant expression.

"I promise to keep her and the baby safe." Shanks puffed out his chest, taking pride in what he had said.

"What? I promise more than him." Buggy grumbled.

"As long as you both promise to keep quiet, that's fine with me."

When the two youngest saluted, you knew you were screwed.

It was difficult to disguise such a situation when in the following days the two of them became your shadow. The only time you could see yourself alone was going to the bathroom. If you went to your little corner to work, one of the two would be sitting next to you, following everything you explained to them - since they were there, they would learn something. In day-to-day tasks, one of them always set out to do his part. Rayleigh was already finding their little movement strange, but he knew how attached you were to both of them, so it wasn't something that bothered him.

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that it's our last day here and I'm going to go down to the village, I need to get some materials." you announced. "Does anyone need anything?"

"Everything's fine here." Gaban warned and one by one, the other companions agreed.

"Wait!" a panting Buggy ran across the boat. "I'll go with you."

"Get out you fool, I'll go." Shanks shouted from the other side.

"Come on, the three of you, what do you think?" you suggested, before his little fight escalated.

"You two don't think you're stealing much of my wife's attention, do you?" Rayleigh proposed, seeing the two swallow hard and deny it. "Alright, enjoy the little walk."

It was supposed to be a quick visit to the island, if the boys didn't decide to start trouble with one of the sellers, you got in the middle and now you were lying on your ass on the floor - in the pushing and shoving, there ended up being a push for you while arguing with the seller . Before you could calm the boys down, you saw them running towards the ship, shit.

Rayleigh's attention was stolen when he saw the two crew members rushing into the Oro Jackson. Buggy burst into tears and insults directed at his friend, while Shanks seemed to be looking for someone specific. You, however, were not with them. It didn't take much to connect the facts.

"Where is she?" He approached the kids, completely ignoring them. "What happened?"

"A tragedy." Buggy, dramatically, started crying even more.

"You idiot! We can't tell them anything." Shanks poked Buggy, who immediately retaliated with a push.

"Crocus said we should keep an eye on her and now she's fallen and is going to die!"

"She fell?" Rayleigh was already impatient with their drama, unable to find any connection in their grumbling. "Explain this properly."

"It was just a fall, nothing big." the redhead tried to alleviate the situation.

"Boys, it was just a fall, she's definitely gotten herself into bigger trouble." Roger laughed, watching the two boys pushing each other.

"I don't want to know. Where's Crocus?" Buggy grumbled, ignoring the captain's own laughter and his friend's false calm temperament.

"What kind of fall was that for you two to be so worried about?" Rayleigh held out his hands, pushing the two boys apart by their foreheads.

"This idiot went looking for a fight." Shanks tried to reach the clown, stopped by the first mate's hand.

"And this idiot who doesn't know how to keep his tongue in his mouth." Buggy fought back, only hitting the air.

"First she said we were supposed to be quiet."

"You knock down a pregnant woman and I'm the one who has to stay quiet!" The words that came out of Buggy were able to provoke silence among the other pirates. "Shit!"

"She's going to kill us man."

"Where is she?" Crocus appeared, stopping in front of the boys and an astonished Rayleigh. "How did she fall? What's all that crying, Buggy?"

"Is she the pregnant woman?" Rayleigh asked in a much calmer tone than usual.

The hands were now no longer used to separate the boys, they just hung beside his body. Seeing the two kids swallow hard and look at each other, Rayleigh no longer needed any more answers.

"Rayleigh, Crocus go to her, now." Even with Roger's orders, Rayleigh was already heading in the direction of leaving the boat, not worrying about who would follow him.

Upon entering the village, it didn't take many steps for them to find you - only then did Rayleigh notice the doctor's presence. What was strange was finding you still lying on the floor, your elbows propped up to keep your face up while you were still arguing with the man in front of you. You didn't look hurt, you just looked mad at the man.

"It was just some herbs!" you shouted, excited.

"You idiot! If it was just some herbs, you should pay." the man shouted back.

Before you could respond, a body appeared in front of you and you didn't need much to recognize that it was your husband.

"What is happening?" his patient voice asked, looking at you over his shoulder. "I see that you seem to have problems with my wife."

"You see, she allowed two boys to steal herbs from my store."

"That is true?" he turned to you, finding a wry smile. Your permissiveness with the boys would still kill him. "How much does she owe you?"

The man spoke and almost as if predicting the problem, Crocus threw some coins to Rayleigh, who handed them to the man. A few seconds later, they were both around you.

"Did you get hurt?" the doctor asked, seeing your eyes dart from his to your husband's. "Buggy accidentally told him that little secret."

"Shit." your grumble was low, in a way you avoided looking at Rayleigh. "Maybe I spent my money buying some sweets for the three of us, but I needed those herbs too." you list, feeling your face burn with guilt and shame.

"Do you feel any pain?" Rayleigh asked, his voice almost forcing you to face him. Without finding words, you just denied it. "Great. Let's go back to the ship."

Crocus supported you by the waist and as soon as you stood up, you bitterly regretted having denied the question your husband had asked. The excruciating pain that shot up from your foot made you scream and fall forward, being held by Rayleigh.

"I was wrong, so wrong, what the hell." you grumbled, taking your aching foot off the ground. "It fucking hurts, it really hurts, Ray, do something." your teary eyes searched for his, who looked attentively in your direction.

"First I need you to calm down, sweetheart." he asked, wrapping his arm around you and providing even more support. "Crocus, what do we have?"

"Let me see." he bent down again, finding a swollen ankle. "It could just be a sprain or it could be broken, let's go back and that way I can see calmly."

"Go ahead, I'll take her."

The doctor took a few steps away and the two of you remained there for a few seconds, until Rayleigh took you in his arms and took you back to the ship. You knew he wanted to tell you something, but you also knew that that wasn't the appropriate place.

Before you could receive the necessary medical attention, you needed to calm both boys down. Maybe the explanation you and Crocus gave the two of them earlier had been too much for them to think that a little fight would bring you down. Rayleigh ushered them both out and closed the door behind him.

"When were you thinking of telling me?" he asked, still distant.

"To be honest, I still don't know." a light laugh escaped your lips. "They both found out by accident, hearing me talk to Crocus."

"I still can't believe those little idiots found out before me." his expression softened as he approached you.

"Are you mad at me?" His hands circled your waist, pulling you to the middle of the bed.

He gently created space for himself between your legs, taking care to place your bandaged ankle to the side. The fierce kisses this time were replaced by some caresses along your lap, some quick kisses on your lips.

"Furious?" His smile floated to your forehead, turning into a small kiss. "I just found out that the woman I love most is about to bear me a child. How can I be furious with such good news?"

His mouth once again met yours and despite the softness in which your tongues tangled, the gentle touch of his hand sliding down your side - curious fingers floating over the fabric on your belly - before your dress found a different path than your body, a small external noise caught the attention of both of you.

"Sure." Rayleigh pulled away just enough, allowing you to still feel his breath against yours. "You know it's Roger who's waiting, don't you?"

"Yeah." you laughed, seeing him groan as he let go of you.

"And that he's about to come out screaming with joy" he asked again and you nodded, trying to adjust yourself in bed and hide any evidence of what was about to happen.

Rayleigh barely opened the wooden door and Roger followed by other companions entered, a smile from ear to ear.

"A child!" He pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly. "Another crewmate for us! This is incredible, get ready today we're going to drink, we're going to celebrate."

"Oi! She can't drink." Rayleigh pointed out and saw Roger let go of you a little and then hug you tightly again.

"Then let's eat, eat a lot. I'm going to order an incredible feast!"

If before your concern was to escape the needy and attentive claws of Buggy and Shanks, now the two boys seemed to have found company. Your other companions - being practically led by Rayleigh made you feel adorable all the time. Even with your hormones screaming at the top of your skin, even with all the strange desires and the constant need to be attached to your husband, everyone seemed to be ready and happy to see you pregnant. Rayleigh felt proud and a little overprotective of you, no wonder, since you had already returned to the boat covered in blood that didn't belong to you just because someone had tried to rob you or when you almost convinced Roger to loot a village because you wanted cakes from a bakery that was closed when you docked. You still preferred to stick to your herbs, but that didn't mean you were harmless.

Little Arthur came into the world calmly and quickly, as if everything was meticulously planned for him to arrive on that peaceful afternoon. Even though you were still uncomfortable and tired after giving birth, you couldn't contain your laughter when you saw the two youngest members of the crew fighting over who would pick up the little one first. Knowing the affection and care attached to you, you proudly allowed the two of you to carry the title of little Arth's uncles - provoking yet another argument over who was the favorite.

The bonds between you and Rayleigh became even tighter after the birth of Arth and, shortly after, little Dalia. A few years after the gang broke up and Roger was executed and on that day, you and your husband stepped back from the role of parents and allowed yourselves to cry on each other's shoulders. The tears of pain at the loss of Roger soon turned to missing your eldest son, a fruit doesn't fall far from the tree and of course, Arth never let you two tell him everything you knew, he would find a crew so that together they could find the One Piece.

The door to your house opened and you saw a familiar face enter. A mother knows very well what each child's traits could bring and when you saw an almost identical copy of Rayleigh rush through the door, you knew it was your boy back. He had finally found a crew - one that carried a straw hat familiar to the one you knew.

"What?" the voice of his companions shouted in unison as Rayleigh properly introduced the two of you.

"You mean you know everything?" Usopp turned to Arth, who just shook his head. "Oh, that's a lot of information at once."

"We never told him anything." you explained, holding your third child in your arms, a girl who had just turned four years old.

"You said your parents were pirates, but you never specified which ones." Luffy pointed out, his mouth full of food.

"My parents already had their time, now they have other priorities." Arth took little Lure from you, the girl's laugh echoed throughout the room. "Just like this little one here."

"You only have these two children?" Nami asked, interested in the difference between you and Rayleigh to the white-haired child.

"In fact, only Dalia and Arth were born to me. Ray saved our little Lure from being sold to those damn nobles. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to save her family, but we took it upon ourselves to take care of her."

"And Dalia is also a pirate?"

"Not for now, but she's on an island with some of our friends, training." you simply informed, seeing that Arth had understood the message.

That same day, you saw your son disappear before your eyes, into the hands of the tyrant Kuma. Luffy looked desolate and you followed suit, both screams echoing through the damp Sabaody forest. Only when Rayleigh managed to drag you back home did you understand that your boy would be far away, safer and according to Kuma himself, with someone you both would trust with your eyes closed.

Almost two years have passed since Rayleigh took on a mission and left you alone on the island, taking care of what was left behind.

"Father?" Lure's voice caught your attention. At the door, Rayleigh crouched down, waiting for the white-haired girl to jump towards him.

"My sweetie you are so huge!" he let the girl hang onto him, filling the top of her head with kisses. "If I took a little longer, you'd be bigger than me."

"I missed you so much." she clung to Rayleigh, who was walking towards you. "Mommy too."

"I bet she felt it too." With one of his free hands, he circled your waist, lightly kissing your lips. "I hope two of my favorite girls are okay."

"Dad, did you know that Uncle Duval asked Mom to stay with him?" The girl laughed at the little gossip told, earning a reprimanding look from you, even if it was a joke.

"Uncle Duval, hm? I'll have a little talk with him." Rayleigh placed her on the floor, yet the girl remained there beside you, paying attention to everything.

"Just a friend of the Straw Hats, we took care of Sunny while you were gone. I even tried to start the plating, but I'd rather focus on my teas." You explained, allowing yourself to hug him completely. "How are things over there?"

"By things, do you talk about our Dalia?"

"Perhaps." the passive tone in your voice became even calmer when your face was buried in his chest. "I miss my little girl."

"She promised to come soon and she's doing great, she's been one of Kikyo's right-hand men. She's so strong, you'll be proud." he felt you nod against his skin, the distance of two years seemed too far for a quick hug to satisfy. "Want to know about Arth?"

"Have you heard from him?"

"Is little brother Arth coming?" Lure clung to Rayleigh's leg, watching her father. Even without the blood connection, the black king found it comical to say the least how similar you two had become.

"Not yet, my dear. And I haven't heard from him exactly, but rather where he is." Rayleigh began to explain, meeting your curious eyes. "I only received a small note."

He took it out and handed you the small crumpled paper. The tranquility that had been missing for two years invaded you as you read each word.

I hope this reaches you and your wife, Rayleigh-san. Knowing her, I believe she is distraught over Arth's disappearance. He has been training with me and I promise that I will keep that old promise to keep him safe. No clumsy clowns this time.

Shanks.

Shanks

warnings: F!Reader and Shanks don't have a fixed relationship at the beginning of the story, F!Reader has a restaurant. Maybe wrong use of haki, brief spicier section and brief mentions of childbirth. Shanks is an adorable girl dad here. Emony, in some language that I don't remember, is a name related to treasure.

"When are you going to go to sea with me?"

That question had already been repeated countless times every day that Shanks decided to stop at your restaurant. He always made up a little excuse that his crew was hungry and that no other place in that city would be able to fulfill his orders. He repeated every time you served dishes wearing the apron he said made you look amazing, every time he convinced you to stop working for a bit and share a dish with him, every time he was on top of you. you on the bed, as you asked for more and more.

However, every time the answer was the same.

"Give me a good reason red-haired, one other than me ending up in your bed, and I will."

You had already lost track of the times he did this, that he asked and you refused, that you shared hours together and the next morning he left you to return a few months later. This time however, it was difficult to lose track of time, as with each passing day, you discovered a change in your body. It started with irritability, then the aching body, nausea and finally, the positive test on your hand and your shocked family right behind you.

The whole city already knew that you were the redhead's favorite person and at that point, no one dared to mess with you or insinuate anything. Knowing how quickly rumors could spread, you chose to keep it a secret until it became impossible. The secret only lasted four months before his jolly roger appears on the horizon. Already knowing the routine he used to have on the island, you prepared yourself to soon find him entering the door.

"Finally, my favorite cook." his voice hit you before you even saw him. "Long time no see you."

"Yeah, it's been a while." out of habit, you allowed his hand to hug your waist, but you tried not to tighten yourself too much in his embrace.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, noticing your more distant behavior.

"Yeah, it's just been a busy day. What can I get you guys?"

"What's good on the menu today?" Lucky Roux asked, his typical piece of meat at hand had already reached its end.

"A fish stew, we also have some pies. Did you bring any new recipes for me?" You reached out to him.

Since the first time you met the red-haired pirates, you and him had gotten along well and the little deal was that he would always bring new recipes and in return, he was the only one who didn't pay at your family's restaurant.

"Spicy noodles and oysters with honey." he stretched out the two papers in his hand. "Two recipes, two dishes."

"Okay, you win. Anyone else want some stew?" the men piled in, affirming yes. Before you could leave, you felt Shanks' hand grab yours.

"Wait a second." a chill passed through your body as his eyes analyzed you. "You look different, I don't know. It's like you're even more beautiful."

"Don't give me those cheap lines, redhead." you warned in your playful tone. "A stew for you too?"

"The day I deny this could rip my other arm off."

Like the other times they appeared there, Shanks and the others stayed almost the entire day. Much of the food at that point had already been replaced by drinks, which forced you to practically dodge the glasses that were offered to you.

The restaurant was already empty, even your brothers who used to help you had already left, leaving you alone with the leftover dishes and tables to organize for the next day.

"It doesn't seem very gentlemanly to me to leave a lady alone." Again, just like that afternoon, you saw Shanks enter the door, ignoring the "closed" sign.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'll sort it out in a few minutes." You gave your best smile, seeing that he wasn't convinced.

"Then I can help you solve something else."

Not giving you much room to deny it or to at least try to address the issue that was hovering between the two of you, Shanks revoked his right over your mouth. Amidst the scattered tables and trying to turn off the light in the room so as not to attract so much attention, you went unnoticed by his hands taking off your apron and immediately undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. When the piece became a small puddle of fabric on the floor next to your apron and Shanks slid his hand down your torso, you realized that he had indeed noticed.

"What is that?" his voice was low, even though there were just the two of you there.

"I think you're smarter than that, redhead." you tried to alleviate the situation, seeing that it had been in vain.

"It's mine?" His eyes met yours, his serious expression made chills run up your body. Shanks was adorable, one of the kindest people you'd ever served at your restaurant, but he was still a pirate. "Hey, look at me, is it mine?"

"What do you think?" you responded immediately, seeing him take a few steps back. "I found out a few weeks after you left here last time, so far it's been easy to hide with dresses and aprons, but it looks like it won't last long."

"So it's mine?" he insisted, making you huff in frustration.

"The last time you came here, I remember you making me scream a few times that I was yours. I am a woman of my word, there is no one else who is the father of this baby but you."

His expression soon contorted from something serious to a slight smile that turned into a loud laugh. His hand found your face, stroking it with some delicacy.

"You told me you needed a good reason to leave with me." he started, seeing you already look disbelieved. "And no, I don't want you just in my bed. I want you by my side, forever. I want you to leave with me so I can make you my wife. To make you the mother of all my children." his hand reached down and caressed the bump on your belly. "This explains so much."

"So much, tomato head?" You let your hand rest on top of his, enjoying the affection.

"Your bad mood when you saw my face or you refusing to drink with me." He approached, pressing his face to yours. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Shanks…"

"Please say yes."

He used that entire night to convince you to go on board with him and the next morning to help you pack your bags and head to his ship. When the other companions saw your face, they were in disbelief for a while until the true reason for your presence was explained, to everyone's delight.

For a moment, it was too much information for your head, learning a little about the life of a pirate, understanding what Shanks was like as a captain and the changes in your body seemed too much for you. It wasn't surprising that you had practically hijacked the ship's kitchen all to yourself and it was very common to find you in the early hours of the morning, up to something.

"What's the recipe for today, mummy?" Shanks appeared, his face still crumpled indicating that he had just woken up from a good sleep.

"A cake, that's all." you just responded, feeling him press himself behind you and slide his hand over your big eight-month-old belly.

"And what's the name of the cake?" He leaned over your shoulder, still caressing you. "Is it "I'm worried about my baby's future." or "The baby woke me up by kicking me in the ribs"?

"How do you know that?" you laughed, taking some of the still raw dough for him to taste.

"Delicious." he muttered before he could follow up on any thoughts. "Daddy's Haki. I always know what's going on with my baby."

"Oh, of course." you laughed and immediately felt the same pain that had gotten you out of bed a few hours ago and had been recurring in the last few moments. You knew what it was, you just wanted to enjoy the time you still had with your baby inside.

"Honey?" Shanks asked as he saw you lean your body against his and groan in pain. "My love, what is it?"

"Didn't daddy's haki help you this time?" you tried to laugh but the pain hit you again. Before you could continue your sequence of laments, you felt your dress and as a result of the proximity, Shanks got wet.

"No, it didn't help, it's happening now, isn't it? Hongo!" he started screaming, trying to pick you up.

"Shanks, what if…" your eyes moistened with anxiety and accumulated tears. "What if I'm a terrible mother? What if nothing works? What if I can't bring our baby into the world?"

"There's no what if." he pointed out, gently pulling your chin. "Look at me, we're going to bring our first child into the world and everything will be fine. Come on, it's time to meet our baby."

Emony was born after long hours of labor. The small tuft of red hair was identical to Shanks's and her cry was celebrated by the entire ship who had woken up with your screams of pain and with Shanks running back and forth behind Hongo.

The girl was a little copy of her father, from her red hair to her attitude, which made you constantly laugh - after all, at the age of five she had already declared that she was going after One Piece alone when you two gave her a little scolding for her coming out of hiding during a fight you were involved in. You should also anticipate that the girl's strength would be derived from her father and not hers. A break on an island meant having the two of you spotted by enemy pirates while you were taking a walk with little Emony. After trying to escape and fight, you both ended up surrendering, you were on your knees, a gun against your head and little Emony was lifted by the collar of her dress.

"My daddy is going to finish you off, your shit" she declared, trying to kick the man, completely in vain.

"Will he really do that?" the man teased her, seeing the girl become even more nervous. "I'll be waiting for."

"You know this is his territory, what do you want on this island?" you asked and felt the gun being pressed even more against your head.

"Take it away from my mommy!!" Emony screamed and you felt something different in the air.

The man who was pointing the gun at you fell, fainted, as did the other men who accompanied the pirate. Their captain let out a loud laugh, pressing his hand even tighter against Emony's dress.

"Haki? At such a young age?"

"Mommy!" the girl jolted towards you, seeing you get up and walk towards her.

"I suggest you take your rotten hands off my daughter." Shanks' voice came from behind the man.

By dodging a little, you can see the crew approaching. Benn was already pointing a gun, almost glued to the head of the tyrant who had his hands on your little Emony.

"This here?" he shook the girl dismissively, turning to face Shanks. "You know, lately the navy has been investing a lot of money in Yonko's children." the man threatened, a stupid smile adorning his lips. "What's your offer for the brat?"

"Lucky, Yassop?" Shanks just signed. "You guys take my girls inside."

Without waiting for the man to respond, the redhead punched him in the face and before Emony could reach the ground, Lucky caught her. The two of you were taken inside a small store, where some vendors offered water and a place to calm down.

"Where are my girls?" Shanks' voice reached the two of you, but your daughter ran to him, hugging her father's legs, who picked her up. "Are you hurt, my little one?"

"No daddy." she smiled, victoriously. "You see, I'm ready to be a pirate." the joy in her voice brought some peace of mind to both of you.

"I thought you were already a pirate." Benn, who accompanied Shanks, commented and got the girl's response by sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm going to be the greatest pirate! Just like dad." she replied, shaking herself off Shanks' lap. "Come on Uncle Benn, I bet I beat you."

"Bet? Let's see." The first mate let the girl hit him a few times, laughing at her effort.

"And you, love, were you hurt?" Shanks stood next to you, holding your shaking hand.

"I just got scared. Shanks, she…"

"I felt it. That's how I knew she was in danger." he replied before the question even left your thoughts. "She's barely trained and can already do this? She's really going to be a great pirate."

"Babe…" your warning tone made it clear that this was not the time for him to encourage such ideas.

"Imagine, she's a captain? Our daughter has a big future. In fact, we know who she takes after." the man boasted, earning a shove in response. "I think she needs companions."

"She can arrange it over time."

"Or we can help." the mischievous tone was already almost inert to the way he spoke to you. "Just a few more babies, a first mate, a cook." He started to list, seeing you deny it. "But you look so beautiful pregnant."

"Forget it Shanks."

"Daddy, mummy!" Emony's voice drew you both in. You watched the girl pose as victorious, on top of a Benn Beckman, Lucky, Yasopp and Limejuice piled on the floor, pretending to be defeated. "I won!"

"Now I challenge you, my little fire hair." Shanks joined in the game, going over to the girl.

Maybe some brothers for Emony would be nice - and maybe Shanks would have given you a good reason to accompany him every time you saw him love your little daughter.

Law

Part 2 here

warnings: angst, more angst, arguments with a fluff and happy ending. I mean, do I really need to inform you that our boy is going to freak out about the possibility of amber lead in his baby? Perhaps not very common uses of his DF, Law freaks out for a while, but then becomes the best dad in the world (we saw so little of Law with Lammy, but I bet he was an amazing brother and that he would be such a great girl's dad). And of course, Rosi comes from Rosinante. This text here is huge, sorry.

Being subordinate and companion to a captain who happened to be a doctor was one of the most practical things in your life. Did you catch the flu? He would solve it. Were you injured in battle? Just call the captain.

This meant not having any problems, especially after you decided to start dating. Law became even more attentive to every detail of your health, which made you realize that you didn't have much time to deal with the situation in your hands - more precisely, the situation in your womb.

The tests remained hidden in Ikkaku's drawer, with her being his only confidant at that moment. You wanted to know how many months it was, to be able to share such news, but you knew that as soon as Law found out, he would freak out and that's why you were avoiding him.

Avoiding, in the past verb, after all, he had already noticed something wrong between the two of you. Two knocks on your bedroom door startled you and your roommate.

"Hey." he looked dejected when the door opened, his attention automatically turned to Ikkaku. "Mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course captain." a pious look came from her towards you, before the woman disappeared from your field of vision.

Law, not knowing what to say, sat next to you. As you tried to grab his hand, you felt him move away. Damn it.

"How long have you known?" his cold tone dictated that he was probably not happy at all with the news.

"How do you know?" you answered his question with another, trying to buy time before the approaching storm.

"Today marks two months since you haven't asked me for help with any colic or complained about being sinking in a red river." he laughed, even though he didn't look happy. "By my reckoning, it's also been two months since that day in the kitchen."

Of course, the day in the kitchen. You and Law were always careful, even if you already used your contraceptive method, you preferred to use other types of protection. Except when you arrived at Polar Tang drunk and alone, which resulted in a unprotected sex session on the shared kitchen table.

"Quite a recipe we made." You tried to make fun of him.

"What do we do?" For the first time at that moment, you saw Law's eyes actually find you, worried and afraid.

"What do we do?" you repeated. "I'm pregnant Law, I don't know if there's much to do other than wait for the baby to be born."

"You know what worries me." his harsh response cut through any kind of excitement you held back. "You know very well what will happen to this child."

"What can happen." you corrected him.

"Would you rather risk waiting the nine months, giving birth and seeing your child die some time later? Sounds like a great idea to me." Cynicism echoed in his words just as your two voices were already much louder, taking your hatred to levels you didn't yet know.

"Would you rather I have an abortion and then spend the rest of my life wondering what if my baby had been born healthy?" his silence was the answer you needed at that moment. "You know what? Leave me on the next island, I'd rather take a risk and have my baby happy than have to abort it or even worse, my baby has to live with a parent who hates its existence."

"You don't understand what this could entail." He stood up too, trying to put something that looked like sense into your head. "You stay here until this is resolved."

"This has already been resolved and you don't need to have any involvement in my baby's life." you were sure the entire submarine was already listening to that argument between the two of you. "Get out of here, Law."

"But…"

"Get out of here!" you screamed even louder, seeing the man give up and leave. It only took a few seconds for Ikkaku to appear and allow you to cry for hours on her shoulder.

Anyone looking from the outside could see that you two were in pain. Law had become a shadow of the captain he was, only having small appearances to issue orders or to follow you - even without saying many words - every time you approached an island, fearing that you would leave the crew. Even though the two of you didn't talk anymore, you knew that his disappearance was related to studying everything he could about the disease that ravaged his country and was also present in him.

In the two months that had passed, Law had stopped being your boyfriend and practically become your doctor. Without exchanging many words, you only met when he decided to do some examination on you. To break the mood, you always took one of your friends along. The little information you had about Law came from Bepo, Shachi or Penguin, the only ones who were still able to invade his room and talk to him. Like that afternoon, when they insisted that you convince him to leave the room and have dinner with all his companions.

"Law?" two knocks on the door accompanied your voice. His tired look hit you immediately.

"How can I help you?"

"I wanted you to come have dinner with us." you tried to appeal to what you want. Many times, before pregnancy, that had worked.

"I am a little busy."

"I can bring something here." You suggested, approaching him. On the table, you saw accumulated papers, the vast majority of which titles were not related to Amber Lead.

"No need to worry, I'm fine." he simply replied, seeing that you were reading the papers on his desk. "I found some new studies."

"Law, I told you that you don't need to worry about that right now, we don't know yet…"

"When would you rather I worry?" the cynicism was once again there in his voice and he knew how much you hated it. "When you die on the table because for some reason this shit got to you? Or when I watch our baby die?"

"Now is he our baby?" you used the same resource as him. "From what I remember, I had made it very clear that I didn't want you to be involved in this."

"But it's my obligation."

"Your obligation as a father? I think you lost that right when you made it very clear that I had to take my baby away." you started to walk away from his desk. "Or your obligation as captain? As a boyfriend that isn't, I don't know what it's like to have a boyfriend for a good few months."

"I was busy, trying to find a cure for you two."

"We're both not sick." you sounded offended by what he had proposed. "But keep it up, sink into your books, don't worry when I disappear from this fucking submarine."

You left slamming the door, stressed. The looks that reached you seemed full of pity and concern. You only managed to get as far as the kitchen before a pang hit your head and stomach. Being supported by your colleagues, the only request you made was that no one tell Law about it. You wouldn't give him reason in his incessant search for something he didn't yet know.

Alleviating your worries, the diagnosis arrived quickly: just a spike in high blood pressure. A few hours of rest and an IV should do the trick. When you saw Bepo murmur an apology, you knew exactly what he was going to do and so did your friends, as little by little they left you alone. You remained turned away, even though you heard the door open. Something in the air had changed, it was as if you immediately felt more tense and prepared for another argument.

"Babe, can we talk?" Law's voice sounded much lower than normal, definitely attracting your attention. His affectionate way of calling you was an easy way to make you fall for his words. You turned around, facing him and started to adjust yourself to sit on the stretcher. "No, please, stay still there."

"I'm just going to sit down." You did so, your movement being followed to the millimeter by his eyes. "Just to be clear, I don't want to fight."

"I didn't come here for that reason." he approached, hesitating with every step he took. "Actually, I know you didn't want me to come here for any reason."

"I just don't want to have to hear from my doctor that I'd better have given up on the idea." you turned around, allowing your legs to dangle. "I understand your concerns Law and I would be lying if I said I haven't been terrified of the idea since I saw the first positive test."

"I know." He finally stopped a short distance away, but he still didn't touch you. "I… I-I, damn, why is it so hard?"

"Just let the words come, don't think about them." you suggested, figuring it was just pride keeping you from apologizing for all the previous argument.

"I-I feel like shit." a sigh came out along with the words. "You're right, as a boyfriend I've been terrible, as a doctor then, just look at the fact that you're in a hospital bed and the last person to be informed is me." his fists clenched and then loosened, his tattooed hands rubbed against his face, perhaps in an attempt to get the words out of him.

"Law?" your heart broke when you heard a sniffle come from him, it was the last gesture you expected after everything, it was difficult to connect the information like this.

"I can't lose you and I know it doesn't seem like it, I know I've been a terrible person, but I love this child. I can't lose this too." For the first time after so long together, you saw tears run down your loved one's face. His hands stuck to his hat, pulling in a failed attempt to hide his face. "I can't stop regretting saying that to you, what if our baby hates me for it? What if our baby knows that for a moment, even a small moment, I didn't want him or her to exist."

"My love?" You extended your hand, being accepted by him. Law fit between your legs and buried his face in your neck, even with the muffled sound, you only heard his murmurs and sobs.

"I'm sorry, please. For yelling and being an idiot." he asked, still not letting go of you. "I just can't deal with the thought of losing either of you."

"My dear, look at me." his irises remained almost hidden by the tears that accumulated at his waterline. Your hands dried his face and you didn't know how you weren't crying together. "We still don't know if our child will have amber lead disease, we don't know the scope of your fruit in the cure."

"What should we do in the meantime?"

"As I told you, wait. Make the best of this little time we have until the baby is born." you suggested while your hands traced caresses on his face. "And I just want, I need, my boyfriend back. I don't know how far I can go without you by my side."

"I promise to get better, I promise to take care of you." he replied, taking a deep breath and composing himself. With his hands rubbing his face, Law looked much more centered. "What happened today? When Bepo called me, he just told me it was a blood pressure problem and that you were resting."

"I said I want my boyfriend." you insisted with a smile on your face and saw a small ghost of what would be a smile on Law too.

Law first checked the serum that was being applied to you and then took off the hat he was wearing, placing it on your hair. With his face millimeters away from yours, he placed a quick kiss on your lips, followed by one more and another, until finally you gave way to him. The skin of his face was still damp against your face and your fingers caressed his scalp, the gesture he loved so much and god, how he had missed it. When Law pulled away, you almost pulled him back. Two months were too long apart - even under the same roof.

"I missed you so much." You confessed, not wanting to let go of his hand.

"I missed you too my love, I'm sorry for being such an idiot for so long." He sank against your skin again, this time stealing a few kisses along the way. "What do you think we make up for lost time?"

"That sounds interesting to me."

"No, no sex." he cut you off as soon as he saw you smile mischievously. "Room."

You were back in his room, now lying on the soft bed with gray sheets. Along with the two of you, only the serum and support tied to your skin had come. Law adjusted himself, sitting with his back against the wall and adjusting your body to be against his skin. You saw from the corner of your eye his hand go towards you and retreat, ignoring any complaint he would make, you pulled it back and placed it flat against your belly.

"I don't think you can feel it yet, but I've already started to feel some small movements. In fact, I thought I had stomach gas, until Ikkaku and I found a book explaining that it was the baby." You explained and looking over your shoulder, you could see bright gray eyes staring at you. "Right now, from what I feel, the baby is here." you slid his hand away, stopping next to your side.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, using his other arm to hug you even tighter. You nodded and saw him smile at the likely thought that crossed his mind before the words came out. "The other day, I accidentally spied on you in your room. I think you had just gotten out of the shower and were in front of the mirror."

"Oh no Law, I don't believe it." you laughed, already knowing what day it was.

"I think you spent about fifteen minutes posing in front of the mirror, caressing our child in your womb. God, you looked so beautiful, so radiant." he allowed himself to almost melt against the wall behind him. "I'm sorry I wasted so much time, so much stuff."

"Can I tell you something too? I actually need to update you on a few things." you asked and felt his face move against your skin, nodding. "Did you know that our baby is already just like you? I can't even see a piece of bread before I'm ready to spill my stomach."

That night, the two of you spent a lot of time there. You telling him about the little news that Law had missed in the time you didn't talk and him explaining little curiosities to you, things that seemed incredible to him because they were happening in the body of the woman he loved and he didn't have the courage to tell you before.

In the fifth month - now with a new version of Law, one much more adept at the idea of ​​being a father and much more attached to you. You were dragged by him to a small room, finding Ikkaku, Shachi and Penguin sitting at the table waiting for you.

"What is that?" You sat down in the chair that Law arranged for you, he soon took the place next to you.

"You said you didn't want me as a doctor, so if you want and you have time to think about it, they will be your doctor."

"And you?" your voice was almost cornered, trying to connect the pieces of the situation that was presented. "Aren't you going to be at the birth?"

"I'll be there all the time and any problem, I'll take care of it. But I want to be there for you, for our baby. Instead of scalpels and speculums, I just want to hold your hand." Law chuckled as he saw your little pout that you made start to tremble. "Sound like a good idea to you?"

"T-This is in-amazing." despite Law seeing you get emotional, the loudest crying came from the other side of the table.

"Man, that was beautiful." Shachi was struggling, leaning on Penguin.

"It's so good that you guys are back."

"Idiots." the woman commented, turning to you. "Come on, tell me everything you expect from the birth of our little baby."

After spending the remaining months buried in books next to him, this time looking for good information and not just a cure for an illness, you learned that the stretcher was not a good place to give birth and that sensations were an important part of the process, in other words, goodbye Ope Ope no Mi's anesthesia powers. Law seemed to want to make up for the distance by always staying close to you and always reminding you how special you were to him, like when you looked adorable when the jumpsuit stopped fitting around your belly or when you and Bepo joined in complaining about the heat.

With the help of your own nature, the chosen doctors and Law behind you in that hot tub, your girl arrived into the world quickly and much less painfully than you thought. In the first few hours, little Rosi didn't let go of you and only when the water around the bathtub became cold did Law manage to take his focus off the little baby to take you two to a more cozy place.

In the early days, Law's hands seemed tied to Rosi. When the girl with eyes as gray as her father's wasn't on his lap, Law was following you like a shadow to ensure the health of both of you. Sometimes looking sideways, you could see Law observing every inch of the girl, in a constant search for signs of the cursed disease that had once taken his family from him. He would never allow that to happen to his little girl.

The worry lasted for years and there was never a sign of the disease or any other illness. Before, if everyone at Polar Tang had a strict health care schedule, with the arrival of the girl, attention redoubled.

Rosi was like seeing a mini-version of Law walking around, especially because of the copy of his hat that he had gotten for her. All the love that Law took to give you and her, when it was just a fetus inside you, the doctor seemed to make up for it with the girl, there wasn't something she wanted or asked for that he wasn't ready to do.

Rosi seemed to love accompanying her father in laboratories and studies, this seemed to change when she was once injured in an attack, in fact Rosi lost her balance with the Polar Tang speeding into the sea and ended up getting a cut on her forehead, patched by Ikkaku since Law was busy fending off enemies. That had been enough trauma for little Rosi to not want to know more about medical things.

"Please, my sweetie, it's just a small remedy." you tried to pull the girl out of the closet.

"No, no, no." she grumbled. The little gray eyes full of water. "It's going to hurt a lot."

"It won't hurt, my love." you insisted, seeing her deny it.

"My princess?" Law bent down, reaching her height. "Come on, this is to make you okay."

"Daddy, it's going to hurt a lot, I don't want it." she grumbled even more, knowing that Law was much easier to convince.

"Doesn't your throat hurt too?" he asked and the little girl nodded. "I promise it won't hurt anymore."

"But what about the injection?"

"Daddy also promises it won't hurt at all." he reaffirmed and saw the girl come out of hiding, heading straight into his arms. "Babe, she's a little feverish." he murmured to you, almost despair forming on his face.

"Law, it's just a cold." you warned him, following him as your daughter rested against his shoulder. You knew that when it came to Rosi's health, Law was the most concerned of all.

"Daddy, it's because I was lying on the ice with Bepo." the girl confessed the information, adjusting herself to reach Law's field of vision. "I'm just a little sick, that's it." she created a small space between her fingers.

"That's great, my love." He placed the girl sitting on the stretcher. "It means it'll only take that long for you to get better." he repeated the gesture she had made with her fingers. "Ready?" he saw her deny it, laughing. "Do you want mommy to hold your hand?"

"Yes!" She reached out her little hand to you. "Mommy, what is this?"

"It's dad's way of taking care of us." You tried to sum it up the best way. Maybe she was too young to understand how akuma no mis works.

"Ready? First take a deep breath…" Law imitated, holding the air for a while and making her laugh when she saw him puffed up. "And now…" he applied the injection to her arm. He knew it hadn't hurt at all, but the girl automatically started to pout. "My little princess, what happened? Did it hurt?"

"No." she said, her voice breaking. You both had to laugh when you saw her asking you to hold her without even moving the arm that Law had given the injection to.

"My love, what do you think…" Law bent down to look into her eyes as he spoke. "We can go to the kitchen and steal…"

"Bepo!" the girl stretched her arm towards the bear that appeared in the field of vision. "I want to be with Bepo."

"With Bepo?" Law pretended to be frustrated.

"He's warm and I'm cold." you passed the girl to Bepo, who was her favorite company. Law insisted that it was because the mental age was identical, but you always laughed at the accusations while the bear grumbled.

"What do you say we read a little?" Bepo suggested, letting Rosi climb onto his shoulder.

The two of you accompanied him to the living room, giving Bepo information about the girl being feverish. It only took a few words from the bear who started reading one of her favorite stories for Rosi to fall asleep. Law carefully took his daughter from him and started walking alongside you to the girl's room.

"I can't believe she chose to go with him."

"Well, you had just given her an injection, she harbored some resentment." you joked and saw him frown. "Maybe the next one will like us more than a huge, cuddly bear."

"Next, huh?" he spoke in a low tone, not wanting to wake the girl in his arms.

"Exactly. Or have you forgotten about the ten minutes hiding in your living room when Ikkaku was having a girls' night out with Rosi?" You saw his expression light up, a smile that you hadn't seen the first time you had this kind of conversation and that was one of your favorite things in the world.

"How long, is a month half?" he tried to hold back his louder, surprised voice.

"Yes, I took the test last week." you watched him open the door and place little Rosi on the pink bed. Before you could return to the subject, you felt him take you in his arms and lift you up, filling your face with kisses.

"I love you so much, I love you both." he put you down. "To be more exact, the three of you."

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【 ii. rose petal wounds 】

summary: from the confines of their study, yuu spots riddle doing an odd task— trimming roses in the garden. wait, why was riddle doing gardenwork…? was this another prank by floyd? either way, yuu had to find out.

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: idk if you can tell, but i absolutely love teasing riddle hehehe (also doesn’t dumple’s art of riddle look so cute ?)

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Distraction, it seemed, came in many shapes and forms. And for Yuu, it came in the color red. There was a flash of red in the corner of their vision. And they allowed themself to be distracted, their gaze following the color to their window.

Yuu was supposed to be putting together the final expenses list for the butler. But never mind what they were supposed to be doing.

What they saw beyond the window was far more interesting.

"Kalim?"

"Oh! Yes, master?"

"What is Riddle doing in the garden?"

Beyond their window was a view of the estate's garden. Part of the ball would be held there, amidst the rose bushes and fountains. And lo and behold, wading through the rose bushes with a pair of pruning scissors was...Riddle.

Riddle was Riddle. Prim and proper, befitting of the Roseheart name. Always ready to help straighten someone's apron at a moment's notice, with conduct and rules at the tip of his tongue.

He was also a bit naive and a lot stubborn, a combination that made it impossible for Yuu to guess why he was in the garden. Maybe it was another prank by Floyd. Or maybe it was his own bullheadedness leading him down another rabbit hole.

"Well," Kalim seemed to hesitate, his earrings jingling as he tilted his head closer. "Riddle told me not to tell you, but..."

"But...?" They prompted, trying to sound innocent to Kalim's ears. They were sure Kalim would let down his guard soon.

"But well...he wasn't satisfied with the roses in the garden!" Once Kalim started it was hard to get him to stop. "We were on a walk yesterday whilst Master was away— just checking on how the flow of the party would be, because that’s important, Riddle said— when Riddle found the rose bushes needed more...pruning."

They folded their arms, "What about the gardener?"

"The gardener...aha..." Kalim looked even more nervous now. "She stormed off after Riddle's questioning."

Ah. Now that was a problem indeed. Riddle wasn't the most unfriendly person, but his words came across as quite confident at times. Confidence and arrogance tread a thin line in the eyes of others, especially those who aren’t familiar with Riddle’s mannerisms. It was possible that the gardener got fed up with being questioned.

"Alright. I'll be taking a break in the gardens then," They brushed off their slacks, neatening their desk before standing. "When tea time arrives, please tell Ruggie to serve it in the garden."

"A picnic! Yes, Master!" They very gently patted Kalim's head, careful not to disturb the ribbon that they were sure Jamil worked hard to tie.

It wasn't very hard to make their way to the gardens. And it was easier still to find Riddle. The garden was empty save for the single maid wielding the shears with a vice, muttering to himself lightly.

"-unacceptable state," Riddle muttered as he snipped off some overgrown leaves, bending down to get a fallen rose. "Master wouldn't be happy about– ah–!"

Yuu's eyes widened at the sight of blood staining Riddle's glove red, and before they could think about it they had stepped forward, taking Riddle's wrist in their hand.

Riddle blinked, "M-Mas...ter?"

"Ah, it's getting on your apron," They tugged Riddle's hand closer, blood dripping onto the grass. "Does it hurt?"

Bewildered, Riddle shook his head, "It…stings."

"Slowly take off your glove, and sit down," They instructed, turning toward the house. "I'll get some bandages."

"Y-You shouldn’t!" Riddle's uninjured hand grabbed their sleeve. "It would be my failure as a proper maid if I made my Master do such a menial task.” Ah. Riddle's stubbornness tended to pop up at the most inconvenient times, it seemed.

Yuu sighed. When Riddle got like this, there was only one thing to do.

"Maid Rosehearts, I would like to treat your wound personally, as you were injured tending to my gardens," Yuu said with a smile. "I hope that you will listen to your Master's selfish wishes."

Riddle looked torn. There was an adorable frown on his face as he continued to think. His obedience to rules and courtesy made this trick handy for more than one occasion, and the outcome was always the same.

The maid finally opened his mouth, "...Of course, Master. Please do as you wish."

It didn't take Yuu long to get the bandages and disinfectant, especially after they ran into Jamil. (The longhaired maid sighed, "Was it Kalim or Silver this time?" They smiled sheepishly before answering, "Actually, it was Riddle." Even the ineffable Jamil had a hard time keeping his expression neutral when he heard that.) And it only took another moment to get back to the garden.

Riddle was sitting on the grass obediently, his back pin straight as they approached, "Welcome back, Master."

Yuu sat down and took his hand again, "Let's clean your hand first." They carefully used disinfectant to clean off the blood around the wound, before cleaning the wound itself. Riddle flinched slightly. It seemed that they should quicken their pace. They carefully wrapped his hand with the bandages.

"All done," They looked up to see Riddle staring. How long had he been looking this way? The red-haired maid immediately looked away with a cough. His cheeks tinted, and they vaguely wondered if it was due to the heat or embarrassment. Either way, it was a lovely look on the usually stern maid.

"Thank you, Master," Riddle bowed slightly, flexing his hand. "If I may ask, how did you know that I was here?"

"I was working when I saw you from my window," It wasn’t necessarily a lie. It was a white lie. They weren’t going to throw Kalim under the bus, since they did get effectively distracted by Riddle’s hair. "I also got these."

They dropped a pair of gardening gloves onto Riddle's lap, "Gardening...gloves?"

"If you want to keep pruning, I want you to do it safely. And besides," Yuu grinned as they pulled out another pair of gloves and shears. "I'll help you out this time."

"Master!" Riddle looked absolutely horrified at the thought. They almost chuckled. "You are going to inherit the Duke's title soon, you mustn't spend your time doing something so trivial as gardening!"

"Then what if I ask you to teach me?" Yuu said before they stood up, dancing away from where Riddle was trying to take their gloves. "As a way to broaden my horizons?"

Riddle huffed, brushing off his skirts and petticoats, ready to go after them, "A maid cannot teach their Master."

"I give you permission to," They waved over Riddle's shoulder. "Is it tea time already?"

Ruggie looked to be carrying a picnic basket, "We're getting to it, shishishi~"

Ruggie's laughter made Riddle sputter slightly, "T-Tea out here?"

"Riddle! Did you get hurt?" Kalim was also running toward them, his apron flying wildly behind him. It seemed that he had a tray of cakes in his hands. It was a wonder that none of them fell as he was running.

Riddle sighed, clearly defeated, "I am fine now. Master has tasked me with teaching them how to prune roses." Yuu beamed at Riddle’s cooperativeness. It seemed that Riddle had finally given in.

Ruggie spread a picnic blanket over the sunny ground, just as Kalim set down the cakes. And Riddle… He started on the tea. Tea was his specialty after all. They sat on the blanket next to Ruggie as they waited. There was a time for arguing over technicalities, and there was a time to serve. For now, they would look forward to Riddle’s tea.

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Conversations On The Roof

✧⁠*⁠。A hero doesn't always have a good day. And on one of your worst days, there's nothing better than a rooftop conversation with Deadpool to make you sleep better. ✧⁠*⁠。

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The nights in the city could sometimes be quite cold, especially after a day of work.

If your practices could even be called that, you didn’t receive any rewards for your actions, but to be honest, you were used to it by now. The big thing about being a hero was that you never got paid for your deeds. And if you ever messed up or slipped, all the "thank you" smiles for saving the day would fade, and the judgmental looks would appear. That was just another one of those days. You were sitting on the roof of a house near your favorite restaurant.

A place where only extremely "healthy" foods were sold. Perfect for the end of days like these. Your feet dangled against the wind, brushing the suit that covered you from head to toe.

Your hands were too busy savoring that masterpiece of cheese and grease that was your snack. And your dreams were too lost in watching the people flocking into the small restaurant to notice you were no longer alone.

— And another tough day for our Spidergirl. One more for the list!

Wade.

— How many times do I have to tell you. I don't use that name?!

— Então qual é o nome do seu herói? — Ele perguntou, já sabendo a resposta.

— ... Ainda não sei. Mas eu vou decidir. - Você olha para o lado, vendo-o rir por baixo da máscara e sentar-se ao seu lado de forma preguiçosa.

— This time I remembered to ask for extra mustard. - You said, handing over his still-wrapped sandwich.

— E queijo extra? — perguntou Deadpool, animado por depois de tantas vezes, você finalmente ter se lembrado.

— Wasn't it without? - You replied, watching the smile on his face disappear instantly. — Just kidding, extra cheese.

He gave you a playful punch on the arm, starting his meal. His legs swung carelessly.

— Looks like my day was a piece of crap, but yours was wonderful.

— You say that because I didn't try shoving you of the roof today or because my legs are swinging?

You roll your eyes.

— Because of the legs.

— Nah, it was crap. The idiot of the day found out I was coming and holed up in a panic room. The son of a bitch even mocked me through the security camera, can you believe it? - He said, pulling his mask up above his eyes this time, staring at you.

— And you couldn't get through a little panic room?

— I'm a mercenary, my love, not a magician. Unless you want me to be. - He added in a suggestive tone, leaning closer. You're lost count of how many times you rolled your eyes around Wade.

But surprisingly, those provocations and confident laughs were the best part of your day.

— But no. I didn't get that jerk. It's for next time. And you? Couldn't save the kitty from the tree?

— No. He suffocated on the rope in front of his ten-year-old owner.

He stared at you. For a moment, Wade thought it might be true, but he quickly caught on.

— Got it. My target escaped, but it was very hard. His son had to die, and he watched through the camera, unable to do anything.

— The little girl went into shock until her mom arrived, having to see him bloody and hanging.

— The boy was carrying a little truck. The father must have given it to him before I arrived.

— The little girl ended up hospitalized, and they don't know if she'll ever recover from the trauma.

— ... There was a baby and-

— No.

— Damn. - Deadpool slapped his leg in defeat. — But seriously, did you get the cat?

— Screw you. It was a fire case. The couple arrived, and the house was engulfed in smoke. I only managed to get the kid out.

— Isn't that good? You stopped a brat from dying. That's pretty sexy to me. You chuckled weakly at his infamous attempt to lighten the mood.

— They asked me to try to get to the safe. The couple's savings were there, and he had just lost his job.

— They can get the money back, darling. You weren't that bad.

— She's eight months pregnant, Wade. - You said, with a heavy voice. It wasn't easy to recall that stressful afternoon.

— ... Yeah, you got me there. And unfortunately, not in the way I wanted.

Rolling your eyes with a weak smile, you took a sip of your soda.— But look. You're a hero, you had to save their lives. Isn't that the hero's deal? The bad guy, the fire, was stopped, and the victims, the family, were saved. You did everything you could, cupcake.

— You're not used to failing and then having people look at you and curse like you're the worst person in the world...

— Ah, believe me, sweetie. Whether I kill, don't kill, or don't even show up at all, I get cursed.

You smiled faintly. Wade's jokes could usually cheer you up, and you truly appreciated his attempts to lift your spirits. But that day, things were a bit deeper.

Deadpool noticed, seeing that you didn't react as usual to his jokes. Crumpling the brown sandwich bag, he tossed it aside, giving his drink one last sip and patting his thigh twice.

You turned your head, confused.— Come on. Don't be afraid, I swear I don't bite. Unless you ask.

Laughing a little and rolling your eyes for the twentieth time that night, you accepted, resting your head on his leg.

— It's comfortable. - You commented impulsively.

— Thanks, I work out. I promise it gets even better higher up.

Feeling a slap on his knee, Wade laughed, taking off his mask completely. You felt his hand still warm through the glove, moving your hood aside and stroking your hair.

— Now, do you prefer a bedtime story about unicorns or how I beheaded a guy yesterday?

The soft touch. The calming breath that synchronized with his laugh as Wade tried to recount his work yesterday as if it were a fairy tale. Your eyes began to blur at each streetlight.

Your head relaxed and rested its weight on Wilson's lap. Maybe after a tiring and stressful day, all you needed was a session of Wade talking non-stop until you fell asleep.

[saturniasxenos]

Cyber / Virtual ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Virtuality, Cybernetic, Robots, and anything alike!

This features a LOOOONG list of pronouns and dystopian-ish names!

Pronouns:

Cy/Cyb/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself

Vir/Virt/Virtual/Virtuals/Virtualself

Ne/Net/Network/Networks/Networkself

Ne/Net/Nets/Nets/Netself

In/Inter/Internet/Internets/Internetself

Co/Comp/Computer/Computers/Computerself

In/Inpu/Input/Inputs/Inputself

Ou/Out/Output/Outputs/Outputself

Vi/Viru/Virus/Viruses/Virusself

Anti/Antivir/Antivirus/Antiviruses/Antivirusself

Er/Erro/Error/Errors/Errorself

Sys/Syste/System/Systems/Systemself

Pro/Proce/Processor/Processors/Processorself

Di/Digi/Digital/Digitals/Digitalself

Do/Down/Download/Downloads/Downloadself

Up/Uplo/Upload/Uploads/Uploadself

Cor/Corru/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corruptself

Mal/Malwa/Malware/Malwares/Malwareself

Se/Secur/Security/Securitys/Securityself

Cry/Crypt/Crypto/Cryptos/Cryptoself

We/Web/Webs/Webs/Webself

Web/Webs/Website/Websites/Websiteself

Fu/Futu/Future/Futures/Futureself

Ro/Rob/Robot/Robots/Robotself

Rob/Robo/Robotic/Robotics/Roboticself

By/Byt/Byte/Bytes/Byteself

Fi/Fil/File/Files/Fileself

Ra/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself

Scr/Scre/Screen/Screens/Screenself

Te/Tech/Techs/Techs/Techself

Te/Tech/Techno/Technos/Technoself

Tec/Techno/Technology/Technologys/Technologyself

Ma/Mach/Machine/Machines/Machineself

Wi/Wir/Wire/Wires/Wireself

Na/Nan/Nano/Nanos/Nanoself

Da/Dat/Data/Datas/Dataself

Plu/Plug/Plugs/Plugs/Plugself

Ele/Elect/Electric/Electrics/Electricself

Ke/Key/Keys/Keys/Keyself

Pa/Pass/Password/Passwords/Passwordself

Ter/Term/Terminal/Terminals/Terminalself

Cy/Cybo/Cyborg/Cyborgs/Cyborgself

Ty/Typ/Type/Types/Typeself

Fi/Firm/Firmware/Firmwares/Firmwareself

Ha/Hard/Hardware/Hardwares/Hardwareself

So/Soft/Software/Softwares/Softwareself

Ha/Hack/Hacks/Hacks/Hackself

Ha/Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hackerself

Si/Sig/Signal/Signals/Signalself

Clo/Clou/Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself

On/Onli/Online/Onlines/Onlineself

In/Insta/Install/Installs/Installself

Co/Cod/Code/Codes/Codeself

Ad/Admi/Admin/Admins/Adminself

Gra/Graph/Graphic/Graphs/Graphself

Sy/Syn/Synth/Synths/Synthself

Phi/Phis/Phish/Phishs/Phishself

Phi/Phish/Phishing/Phishings/Phishingself

Do/Dox/Doxs/Doxs/Doxself

Si/Sit/Site/Sites/Siteself

Bo/Bot/Bots/Bots/Botself

Pho/Phon/Phone/Phones/Phoneself

Key/Keyboa/Keyboard/Keyboards/Keyboardself

Mo/Mou/Mouse/Mouses/Mouseself

Chi/Chip/Chips/Chips/Chipself

Moth/Mother/Motherboard/Motherboards/Motherboardself

Co/Com/Compute/Computes/Computeself

Pi/Pira/Piracy/Piracys/Piracyself

En/Encry/Encrypt/Encrypts/Encryptself

PDA/PDAs

CPU/CPUs

URL/URLs

404/404s

📱/📱's

💻/💻's

⌨️/⌨️'s

🖥/🖥's

🖱/🖱's

💿/💿's

🎙/🎙's

Titles:

The Cyborg

(X) Whos Wired

Made of Nanotech

(X) Who Uses Nanotech

Scholar of Machines

The Cyber Security

(X) Who Has Cyber Wings

Connected Online

Offline

Unable to Connect

The Administrator

Synthesizer

The Hacker

Nanohacker

The Antivirus

Reconnecting...

ERROR: Unable to Connect

ERROR 404

ERROR: Malware Detected

Names:

Since names don't usually have "techy" meanings, I picked one's that sounded the most cybernetic, cyberpunkish, dystopian, virtualish, etc!

Fem: Althea, Ameris, Astoria, Arcadia, Astra, Beretta, Cyra, Crystal, Crosselle, Eve, Io, Jinx, Kit, Lilith, Meridian, Morrian, Nebula, Nova, Neve, Noxia, North, Octavia, Odette, Odile, Prota, Pistol, Rey, Rue, Rain, Raine, Stormy, Seraphina, Sona, Skye, Thundra, Tempest, Vega, Viva, Vinette, Venus, Xenia, Xya, Xena, Xiomara, Xenara, Xanthe, Zephyria, Zyla, Zadie, Zia,

Masc: Alaric, Aksel, Arden, Antares, Apollo, Ace, Asher, Cole, Cyrus, Code, Draven, Drift, Ender, Flynn, Hawk, Isaac, Jericho, Kip, Kai, Koios, Knox, Nox, Neo, Nero, Octavian, Orionis, Oghma, Paine, Rocket, Ray, Rai, Silas, Slader, Sebastian, Seth, Seraphim, Thalax, Theo, Thatch, Vox, Vector, Wyatt, Xyon, Xane, Xylan, Xerxes, Xayden, Xavier, Xander, Zander, Zayden, Zenith, Zev, Zale, Zane, Zaire, Zeke,

Neu: Andras, Axe, Axiom, Alloy, Allele, Ash, Arrow, Beetle, Chrom, Corvus, Dakota, Dell, Eos, Echo, Eden, Fox, Ghost, Glöckner, Hydrae, Ion, Jesper, Jett, Kursk, Lesath, Locklyn, Lyrae, Maddox, Nemo, Orca, Onyx, Oxygen, Panther, Rikko, Robin, Rune, Scorpion, Scorpius, Saturn, Sparrow, Sonar, Tore, Tauri, Techne, Techno, Ursae, Vesper, Volt, West, Wolf, Xen, Xenon, Zephyr, Zodiac, Zenon, Zeru, Zero, Zen

Genders:

Futuracityc: A gender related to futuristic cities

Futurafashic: A gender related to futuristic fashion

Futurahousic: A gender related to futuristic houses

Digigender: A digital gender. Rangeable from any digital thing or file; virus, malware, .txt, .mp3, antivirus, trojan, email, etc.

Cybergender: A gender or form of gender expression where ones gender or expression is deeply tied into Cyberpunk lore, culture, fashion or media.

CYBERWEAPONIC - a gender that feels like a digital or robotic weapon. this gender may also have ties to sentient AI used as a weapon, but not necessarily.

BIOAMOROBOTIC - a gender connected to being a robot who loves humanity and the world and finds joy all around them!

RobAnatomic - a gender under the anatomic system(link) related to robots, anatomy, robotic anatomy, the anatomy of robots, robots made to teach/study anatomy, anatomy based/related robots of some kind, the anatomy/biology of someone or something being robotic, having robotic anatomy, being a robot with an interest in anatomy and more.

Robogender - for people who’s gender identity aligns with machines/robots/androids/mechs/AIs.

Cyborwebic - a gender related to webcore, evil scientist aesthetics, artificial beings such as androids/cyborgs etc, turtleneck sweaters and old computer monitors

AI flag - this can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion.

Gendervirtual / Genderdigital - a gendersystem in which your gender is related to virtual ) digital themes and x , such as being a virtual ) digital x , a x who loves virtual ) digital themes , a virtual ) digital being who loves x themes , etc.

[diegosouzalions]

Olá, Diego! Espero não estar atrapalhando na divulgação do trailer recente (que está maravilhoso). Quero trazer uma nova teoria. Mas desta vez eu não estarei sozinho! A teoria de hoje é uma parceria com o @joao-rafael

No dia 16 de setembro de 2023, você postou uma foto curiosa no X:

“Para o futuro”

Embora a identidade dessa Gem não tenha sido revelada, nós temos um palpite em comum: essa Gem é provavelmente uma Zoisite. Mas não uma Zoisite qualquer, e sim uma fusão entre a Bi-Color Sapphire com sua companheira rebelde Defective Prasiolite.

Ainda em 2023, você revelou aqui no Tumblr que a fusão da Bi-Color Sapphire com a Defective Prasiolite resultaria em um tipo de Zoisite. E como sabemos pela Gems List, essa Gem é mencionada duas vezes: temos as Zoisites que criam tempestades elétricas e um tipo de Ruby naturalmente mais calma e séria do que as demais Rubies.

E temos mais: a forma física da fusão Zoisite pode ter aparecido no capítulo “Magenta's Vision”.

Como podemos notar na imagem, essa Gem verde tem seu olho esquerdo tampado. Não sabemos se é o cabelo dela, ou se faz parte da fusão mesmo. E na visão da Magenta, a única Gem com apenas um olho aparece no centro como mostra a imagem acima. E vale lembrar que, também em 2023, foi revelado que todas essas Gems são fusões.

Essas fusões rebeldes têm alguma relação com a Bi-Color Sapphire. Sabemos que sua rebelião se tornou algo grandioso. E também sabemos que a Temporada 2A explicará mais sobre sua rebelião. E provavelmente foram essas fusões que perseguiram Magenta em sua visita às Diamonds no Day Off.

João Rafael e eu até tentamos identificar essas fusões. Provavelmente, da esquerda para a direita, temos:

Uma Gem que tem a forma de uma Ruby com cabelos volumosos. João Rafael até mencionou que ela parece com um Pokémon chamado Whimsicott. Há ao menos duas referências a Pokémon na AU: as bombas da Eudialyte e a pokebola no quarto da Aqua Diamond.

Em seguida temos uma “Mega Labradorite”, uma “Mega Diopside”, mais uma Eudialyte, a Zoisite, uma “Mega Cinnabar”, uma “Mega Ruby” e uma “Mega Quartz”.

Todas são fusões muito poderosas que combinam seus poderes de fogo, velocidade, escavação, força, etc. - sem mencionar as possíveis armas de cada uma.

Essa é a nossa aposta para a próxima temporada! Fusões rebeldes lideradas pela Bi-Color Sapphire, sua fusão Zoisite e as responsáveis por seguirem Magenta e também conhecedoras de seus principais segredos. Descartamos a possibilidade de serem Gems controladas pela Rainbow Diamond porque temos a confirmação que Rainbow não controla Gems por longas distâncias.

Valeu 🌟

Ótima teoria! Mas acho que houve um pequeno equívoco, nem todas as Gems apresentadas nas silhuetas são fusões, uma grande parte são Gems comuns

[yanoverload]

Preciso fazer uma pergunta que está batutando na minha cabeça mas sabe a tradição de comer 12 uvas verdes debaixo da mesa pra ter sorte no amor??? Vc acha que um dos yanderes faria isso pra ter sorte com o Darling ??? Sério eu tô pensando nisso faz uns 15 minutos

- 🍇 (eu ia mandar em inglês prós nossos queridos gringos mas eu tô levemente bêbado e o meu inglês quase vira latin)

Translation: I need to ask a question that's been going around in my head, but do you know the tradition of eating 12 green grapes under the table to have luck in love??? Do you think one of the yanderes would do that to have luck with Darling??? Seriously, I've been thinking about this for about 15 minutes.

🍇 MY LOVE READ THE CHRISTMAS POST I DID!!! OMG WE ARE ONE IN THE SAME CUZ I WROTE ABOUT RAMUNE DOIN IT!!!!

He loves these little love spells and tricks... Anything he sees on tiktok? he's doin it!!! Has done love spells before (with yours and his cum inside it because I think it's funny) also loves to mess up with religious stuff.... I didn't add to his kink list but he def has a hierophilia!

The lil diva

[alemdomais]

falei com uma amiga sobre o passado. sobre uma porção de reticências e de momentos que simplesmente ficaram lá sem que a gente pudesse ou soubesse se despedir. é engraçado como pode ser a vida no vão das coisas que a gente vive...

no fim das contas, quando dito superficialmente, o passado parece ser só uma lista de eventos mais importantes. tipo um check-list. um cronograma vital de coisas que você gostaria ou não, conquistou ou não. a gente quase nunca pensa nos momentos soltos. quase nunca a gente fala sobre a leveza de uma lembrança que simplesmente não se destoa tanto assim das outras ao ponto de merecer nosso próprio holofote.

se me permite dizer, acho que é isso que faz a vida acabar se tornando esta vida. esta vida aqui que a gente se acostumou a levar. uma coisa meio cinza, vocês não acham? uma coisa meio automática que me passa uma impressão terrível de robô, de alarme tocando numa manhã de segunda feira depois de um fim de tarde ansioso de um domingo em que a gente só pensa em tanta burocracia que a semana reserva.

sei lá sabe, mas eu me pego pensando insistentemente nisso no auge das minhas crises. em que momento específico ou em que vão de momento a gente achou, como ser humano, que seria uma boa ideia normalizar essas pressas todas?

essa afobação que nunca passa, esse peito mastigado que a gente vive sentindo como se a rotina estivesse sempre roubando uma parte de nós, muito provavelmente a melhor que temos, inclusive.

eu sinto que minha respiração fica mais ofegante a cada dia e que minha cabeça gira, gira, gira.

e enche, enche, enche.

sinto a cabeça pender para o lado às vezes. sempre pende pro lado da culpa. culpa de não estar dando o meu melhor, de não me sentir suficiente pra este mundo, pra esta vida aqui que me disseram que eu tenho que viver.

e aí depois ela também pende para o outro lado. o lado que me diz que a minha vida não é isso. eu nunca quis esse lado cinza, não mereço e não sou feliz assim.

eu acho que no vão dos momentos lembráveis, moravam todas as chances que a gente tinha de não esquecer que a gente não é só o automático e que o nosso lado artesanal é o que deveria ter ficado em evidência.

no vão destes momentos, talvez ainda esteja lá uma outra versão da gente, como crianças, esperando que a gente só... sei l��.. volte pra casa.

[thcroww]

            ㅤㅤ ㅤ THE CROW: ㅤ⸻ㅤ PANDORA's task 01.

in the valley of the dolls, we sleep. got a hole 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 of me... born with A VOID hard to destroy ʷ͟ⁱ͟ᵗ͟ʰ͟ ˡ͟ᵒ͟ᵛ͟ᵉ͟ ᵒ͟ʳ͟ ʰ͟ᵒ͟ᵖ͟ᵉ built with a 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, broken from the start and now i die slow.

TIMELINE PASSADA

Como seu personagem se sente na cabana após o incidente da brincadeira/sessão espírita? Pandora está tentando ignorar os boatos a todo custo. Por vir de uma família que acredita muito na ciência, nunca foi de ter muitas crenças, apesar de morrer de medo de filmes de espíritos e ter ficado apavorada no momento, prefere acreditar que não tem nada ali pelo bem na sua sanidade mental que já está por um fio.

Qual é o lugar na cabana ou arredores que seu personagem mais gosta e qual elu evita, e por quê? Por incrível que pareça, Pandora tem gostado e aprendido a andar na floresta por conta das caçadas e tem memorizado locais. Gosta do lago também porque foi a primeira esperança deles depois da queda, mas não gosta muito de voltar no local onde está a carcaça do avião. Nada contra o local, óbvio, mas só prefere evitar porque tem a impressão de que cheira a morte. Ou talvez só tenha ficado muito tempo lá sentindo isso vindo dos corpos e associou a uma memória ruim.

Quem no grupo de sobreviventes é a maior fonte de conflito para seu personagem agora? Qualquer um que não queira ajudar porque estão todos no mesmo barco tentando sobreviver, e pessoas das quais tem alguns conflitos como Hunter ou Jacqueline. Também acredita que o misticismo não vá ajudar muito naquele momento, principalmente aquele que vem com essa ideia de espíritos ou algo na floresta/cabana. Acha que é desnecessário num momento como o que estão.

A quem seu personagem é mais leal na cabana, e até onde iria por essa pessoa? Pandora adoraria simplesmente salvar todo mundo, mas não pode e nem teria síndrome de herói para conseguir acolher todos numa situação de perigo, então tem algumas pessoas mais próximas a si como Cassandra, Finnegan, Eliza, Adalind e talvez mais alguns. Dependendo do ponto de vista e do que poderia acontecer, ela escolheria salvar esses e iria até o fim. Considerando que estão isolados, colocar a lealdade a prova pode quebrar ela de vez.

Se pudesse culpar alguém pelo que está acontecendo ao redor, quem seria? Sua mãe por tê-la feito ir naquela viagem quando nem mesmo ela queria, mas ela está morta, então não tem como externalizar isso da maneira mais saudável possível. Então talvez ela venha a culpar ela mesma por tudo que já aconteceu e venha a acontecer também.

Seu personagem está sem esperança de resgate ou ainda tem esperanças? Liste pelo menos 5 coisas que seu personagem quer fazer antes de morrer, dentro e fora da floresta. Aos poucos ela está aceitando a morte iminente dela, como se já estivesse sentindo que a qualquer momento fosse morrer. Seja de fome, pelo clima, predadores ou até mesmo por algum colega, ou pela arma que está carregando. Por conta disso, está um pouco sem filtro e pensando que se for morrer, está fazendo tudo o que tem vontade sem sentir as amarras da moralidade e julgamento da sociedade afinal estão bem longe dele no momento. Seus únicos desejos é morrer sendo amada, quem sabe dar uns beijinhos, e saber que se for morrer, que seja tentando fazer o que acredita ser certo. Mas se ela fosse pensar que sairia da floresta, ela iria querer os pequenos prazeres da vida como sentir novamente o gosto de um hamburguer, tomar um banho quente, ouvir suas irmãs lhe atentando e podendo fazer uma apresentação no clube do teatro da faculdade.

Qual é o segredo que seu personagem guarda e nunca contaria, nem pros mais próximos? Antes da viagem, Pandora e o pai brigaram e foi feio. Foi a pior briga que já tiveram. Gritaram, disseram coisas cruéis. Pandora chegou a dizer que odiava sua família e que sairia de casa, envolveu também sua mãe e chegou a desejar sua morte. Foi algo dito no calor do momento, mas foi a última coisa que disse antes do acidente. Agora essas palavras ecoam na cabeça dela dia após dia. Ela repete mentalmente mil formas diferentes de como poderia ter terminado aquela conversa, mas nenhuma muda o fato de que pensa que foi a última e o que disse se concretizou.

Qual o maior ato de insanidade ou loucura seu personagem seria capaz de cometer se estivesse contra a parede pra sobreviver? Não porque fosse fria ou insensível mas até mesmo poderia escolher matar alguém para ver os seus bem e também ela mesma ficar bem porque ela sabe se priorizar também.

Como o tempo na floresta está mudando seu personagem? Segue tentando não pensar muito e tem vivido o que poderia chamar de resiliência, tentando se acostumar a nova rotina e improvisos criados. Não porque quer viver nessa realidade, mas porque é a única que tem. Teme que ficar pensando demais num resgate que talvez não chegue seja pior pra sua cabeça.

Se o resgate chegasse amanhã, o que seu personagem levaria da cabana, e por quê? A única coisa que ela quer levar pra casa é ela mesma, e claro, talvez o corpo da mãe para fazer um enterro decente.

TIMELINE ATUAL 

Como seu personagem se sente preso em Hanover após a morte do delegado Hargrove? Pandora não está nada feliz. Primeiro porque nem queria voltar a cidade, mas fez por respeito ao convire do enterro, mas está revoltada com o fato de estar sendo acusada de algo que não fez, servindo de suspeita e além de estarem revirando o passado na floresta, alguns estão revivendo que ela passou depois e isso é o que a mais deixa abalada porque usam de uma pessoa que já não é mais para usar contra ela mesma.

Qual é o lugar em Hanover que seu personagem mais frequenta e qual evita, e por quê? Se ela pudesse evitar a cidade toda, ela evitava. Passa a maior parte andando pelos parques onde é um pouco mais tranquilo e sem perseguições de repórteres, ou então fica em seu quarto do hotel. Os únicos lugares que ela quer evitar a todo custo é onde pode acabar encontrando sua família: sua própria casa, o hospital ou a faculdade.

O que a morte de Hargrove mudou na relação do seu personagem com a cidade? Ela já evitava a cidade por se lembrar de tudo, e principalmente por sua família que agora a odeia também estar lá. Mas os olhares tortos foi algo que se acostumou desde que voltou da floresta porque Pandora passou a conhecer cada beco porque ou ficava drogada ou bêbada neles respectivamente recebendo olhares tortos dos moradores dali. Então estar de volta é como reviver essa parte da sua vida.

Quem na cidade é a maior fonte de tensão para seu personagem? Certamente sua familia, jornalistas, a cidade por si só, a Madame Voss e os sobreviventes. Nenhum em especifico por mais que tenha suas diferenças com alguns, mas é apenas o fato de estar todo mundo reunido outra vez traz uma sensação da qual ela não gosta de sentir de forma alguma, quase como um pressagio, por mais que negue isso caso alguém pergunte.

A quem seu personagem é mais leal, e o que faria por essa pessoa? Não ironicamente se mantém os mesmos da floresta. Cassandra, Finnegan, Adalind, Eliza são os que tentaria proteger mesmo que não fosse tão próxima de alguns deles agora.

Se pudesse culpar alguém pelos eventos recentes, quem seria, e por quê? Ethan, talvez. Claro, não pela morte, mas por ter começado com ele. Mas a maior culpa sempre irá recair sobre a floresta e talvez... Aqueles dos quais mexeram com ela anos atrás e agora estão pagando a consequência, mas não é algo que ela vai falar tão facilmente até ser levada ao limite porque ainda quer acreditar que são apenas coincidências.

Liste pelo menos 5 coisas que seu personagem quer fazer antes de morrer. Pandora só quer viver sua vida em paz, dar aulas pros seus aluninhos, talvez ir ao teatro uma última vez, rir com os poucos amigos que tem, e pedir desculpa a sua família, essa última sendo a tarefa mais difícil que sobreviver a floresta.

Qual é o segredo que seu personagem guarda e nunca compartilharia? Quando saiu da floresta, Pandora trouxe consigo um osso do primeiro cervo que matou escondido dentro de um bolso costurado na parte interna da roupa. Ela o guardou como um lembrete do momento em que deixou de ser quem era. Não era por apego ao local, mas é mais pela culpa. Às vezes ela segura o osso e se pergunta quantas partes dela também foram sacrificadas ali. Ninguém sabe disso e ela jamais explicaria se encontrassem.

Qual o maior ato de insanidade ou loucura seu personagem seria capaz de cometer se estivesse contra a parede pra sobreviver? Hoje em dia, Pandora ainda seria capaz de ferir iu até matar alguém em um acesso de pânico se sentisse que sua sobrevivência ou a de alguém que gosta está em risco e uma coisa é certa: ela jamais trairia o grupo.

Como o passado do seu personagem ainda molda quem seu personagem é em 2025? O trauma de ter sobrevivido, ao custo de tantas perdas e escolhas difíceis, a transformou em alguém que, apesar de seguir em frente, vive constantemente com cicatrizes. Ela carrega um medo irracional de se apegar a qualquer pessoa e tem uma sensação de desconexão com o mundo ao seu redor, como se nunca mais tivesse pertencido novamente a ele depois que voltou.

O que seu personagem faria se pudesse sair de Hanover amanhã? Ela sairia sem pensar duas vezes para nunca mais olhar para trás. Uma vez foi o suficiente para viver traumas, duas está sendo demais e ela não desejaria uma terceira vez.

@revenantfm.

[pupsmailbox]

WINTER ID PACK

NAMES︰ alaska. alba. alban. alina. amara. andri. aneira. angel. angelina. angelo. apricity. aquila. aquilo. arctic. aspen. aster. aurelian. aurora. ayden. balthasar. bane. beir. beira. beiron. bell. belle. bianca. blanc. blanca. blanch. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. blaze. blizzard. blizzardette. blu. blue. borea. boreal. boreas. boris. brea. bree. bylur. carol. caspar. caspian. cedar. chandler. chione. chióni. chris. christina. christmas. clara. claudia. cloud. cloude. coco. cocoa. colden. cole. cozy. crimson. crystal. december. dew. dewdrop. dewey. dewy. diamond. douglas. edur. eira. eirlys. eirwan. eirwen. elitsa. ella. elowen. elsa. ember. emmanuel. emmanuelle. eryi. estelle. euria. everest. everett. everette. evergreen. fannar. faye. fionn. fir. fjolla. flake. frediano. freeze. fritz. fros. frost. frostette. frostine. frosty. fuyu. fuyuko. gale. garland. ginger. glace. glacia. gloria. gwen. gwyneira. hail. hala. hazel. hika. holly. icario. ice. icee. icelyn. icicle. icidia. icie. iclyn. icy. iris. isarr. isbert. ivor. ivy. jack. jaki. january. janus. jasper. jolly. joseph. josephine. joy. juniper. kalt. kari. khione. kirsi. kit. ledi. ledia. loden. lucas. lucien. lucina. lumi. mafuyu. mafuyuko. mary. melchior. merry. mira. miyuki. natalia. natalie. natasha. nevada. neve. nicholas. nick. nieves. nix. noel. noella. noelle. north. november. oak. oakley. olwen. orin. pepper. peppermint. perla. permafrost. pine. poinsettia. polar. polaris. quinlan. rain. raina. raine. rainer. reign. reyner. robin. rory. rudolf. rudolph. rudy. sally. scarlett. scrooge. silvia. sioc. snow. snowdrop. snowe. snowesse. snowette. snowine. snowstorm. snowy. solstice. soren. spruce. star. stella. stellan. storm. stormy. taiga. talia. theron. tundra. vail. vega. viola. vixen. warrin. weiss. whittaker. whyte. willow. winny. winter. wren. wynn. wynter. wyntr. yuki. yukio. yule. yulia. yves. yvette. zane. zanna. zarina. zephyr. zuko.

PRONOUNS︰ arc/arctic. arctic/arctic. aura/aura. bear/bear. bleak/bleak. bli/bliz. bli/blizzard. bliz/blizzard. blizz/blizzard. blizzard/blizzard. blue/blue. chi/chill. chill/chill. chilly/chilly. christ/christmas. christ/mas. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. co/cold. coat/coat. cold/cold. cool/cool. cri/cryst. cry/cryo. cry/crystal. crys/crystal. crystal/crystal. drip/drip. drop/drop. fir/fir. fla/flake. flake/flake. flu/flurry. flur/flurry. flurry/flurry. fre/freeze. freeze/freeze. frig/frigid. fro/frost. fros/frost. frost/bite. frost/frost. frostbite/frostbite. froze/frozen. gla/glace. glacier/glacier. globe/globe. glove/glove. gust/gust. hai/hail. hail/hail. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ice/ice. ice/icicle. icicle/icicle. it/it. ix/ix. mitten/mitten. pine/pine. plunge/plunge. polar/polar. rain/rain. rain/rainy. scarf/scarf. seal/seal. sharp/sharp. she/shiver. shiver/shiver. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sky/sky. sle/sleet. sleet/sleet. slip/slippery. slush/slush. sno/snow. snow/flake. snow/snow. snow/snowflake. so/snow. spire/spire. sto/storm. storm/storm. storm/stormy. stormy/stormy. tha/thaw. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tundra/tundra. water/water. wi/wint. wi/winter. win/ter. win/winter. winter/winter. zero/zero. ☃️. ☕. ⛸️. ❄️. 🌨️. 🌬️. 🎧. 🐻‍❄️. 🕯️. 🛷. 🥶. 🧊. 🧣. 🧤. 🧸. 🧺.

SIMILAR LISTS I HAVE︰ 1 ⭐

[harmonicabreeze]

navegar não é preciso; já viver...

by basco | biografia,,, conexões,,, [working title],,,

A altivez dos passos diz que é nobre o sangue que corre em GALE EILONWY-WALSH. Sendo CALMO e DESLEIXADO, ele foi escolhido como hospedeiro e protegido de MANNANÁN MAC LIR. Aos VINTE E SEIS ANOS, cursa o NÍVEL I: DIAMANTE, com extracurriculares em DUELO MÁGICO, CLUBE DE JARDINAGEM e NATAÇÃO. Sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com DARREN BARNET.

RESUMO. background, personalidade, presente

FAMILIARMENTE,,,

Gale é o sétimo filho de uma longa linhagem de mulheres. Assim, sua gestação foi cercada de expectativas inicias; e seu nascimento, bom…, de desapontamentos póstumos. De infância marginal, quase esquecida e praticamente bastarda, ele se entregou à liberdade de se divertir nas cozinhas dos criados, de brincar com os animais da propriedade e de se encantar pelo mar.

PESSOALMENTE,,,

Gale é uma pessoa calma, alegre, inclusive desleixada. Ele sabe se portar bem, ele sabe ser elegante, ele sabe ter responsabilidades. Ele só evita tomar isso como uma obrigação e mais como sugestões de seu comportamento. Em seu tempo livre (e mesmo no tempo ocupado), pode ser visto com uma gaita em forma de concha marinha, simplória à primeira vista, mas muito bem cuidada. Ele gosta de cozinhar e de contato com o mundo natural.

ACADEMICAMENTE,,,

Após o primeiro ritual, Gale estabeleceu uma conexão com o deus Manannán mac Lir através de Tempestade, seu Seon. Normalmente, na bola de cristal, estão retratadas ondas revolvendo-se em si mesmas e raios cortando nuvens; curiosamente intensas, ainda que o semblante do khajol seja tranquilo. Para a surpresa de tantos (sua família principalmente), ele tem uma impressionante proeza em Duelos Mágicos, realizando tutorias individuais quando necessário. Junto dela, também vai ao Clube de Jardinagem e à equipe de Natação. Inicialmente, tentou realizar a extracurricular de Meditação e Harmonização Divina, mas acabou deixando-a por monotonia.

EXTRAS. tramas, estatísticas, curiosidades

CONEXÕES,,,

1. [working title] 2. [working list]

BIOGRAFIA,,,

1. [working title] 2. [working list]

CURIOSIDADES,,,

1. [working title] 2. [working list]

[jackhelps]

MASTERLIST  DE  TASKS  PARA  CENTRAIS.  Nesta  ask  eu  recebi  um  pedido  para  fazer  uma  lista  de  tasks  para  desenvolvimento  de  personagens.  Aqui  você  vai  encontrar  uma  masterlists  de  tasks  que  podem  ser  usadas  em  rps  de  temas  diversos.  Peço  que  dê  like/reblog  se  usar.

Antes de entrar na lista, devo lembrar que as tasks podem e devem ser personalizadas para cada central. Eu encorajo que vocês incluam o tema do plot central de alguma forma nelas, assim você consegue ajudar o player a ligar o personagem dele ao seu plot de uma forma mais orgânica.

Essa lista vai ser atualizada conforme necessário e sugestões são bem vindas!

Atualizada: 16/02/2025

Fale sobre seu personagem. Task básica que ajuda o player a compreender o personagem e como ele está inserido no plot como um todo. Inclua perguntas básicas, mas que façam seus players pensarem. Alguns exemplos são: o que o personagem gosta/desgosta, um sonho, um medo, como foi a infância, memória favorita, etc. Não se esqueça de trazer algo do seu plot. Você pode perguntar qual a opinião do personagem sobre determinados eventos, ou algo nesse tipo. O importante nessa task é que o player pense em fatos sobre o personagem, mas que estes fatos estejam interligados ao plot. Isso faz com que ele crie essa conexão personagem/central.

Diário. Esta task é interessante para colocar após um plotdrop, assim pedindo para que o player escreva sobre os dias do personagem após um acontecimento importante para o desenvolvimento do plot em geral. Manter esse diário por alguns dias vai fazer com que o player se conecte melhor com o personagem e com a forma que ele lida com os acontecimentos do lugar onde está inserido. Essa task pode ser feita e postada diariamente no período determinado pela central, ou até mesmo em um único post contendo todos os dias de um período determinado.

Playlist. Já joguei em lugares que pediram uma playlist como task, e apesar de ser recorrente ver essa task por aí, muita gente pode subestimar a importância dela. Adicione instruções mais específicas que determinem o tema da playlist, e isso vai ajudar a conectar o player com o personagem. Temas interessantes para explorar: uma playlist que represente o personagem, com explicações de como as músicas representam ele; uma playlist que o personagem pode ter ouvido e que se relacionem com o momento presente do rp; músicas que fazem o personagem lembrar de algo importante, com explicações sobre esses momentos; uma playlist com músicas que descreva a vida do personagem, etc.

Arte. Peça para que os players escolham uma peça de arte que represente o personagem de alguma forma. Você pode especificar que deve ser uma pintura, uma escultura, etc, ou deixar em aberto para a preferência dos players. Os players deverão escrever sobre a relação de peça com o personagem. Como alternativa, pode ser a obra de arte favorita do personagem e os motivos do personagem de gostar tanto dela.

Bucket List. Uma bucket list é basicamente uma lista de coisas para serem feitas antes de morrer. Você pode pedir para os players escreverem uma lista com um número mínimo de itens para adicionar à elas. Essa task faz com que o player explore mais os desejos e os objetivos do personagem.

Cartas Anônimas. Cada personagem vai ser sorteado para escrever para outro personagem, com um twist: os personagens ganham apelidos para assinarem as cartas, sendo assim o outro personagem não saberá com quem está se correspondendo. O tema deve ser relacionado a algum evento que esteja acontecendo no plot geral da central, e pode ligar a um evento posterior onde todos se encontram e descobrem com quem estavam falando. Em IC pode ser em formato de carta ou em email, dependendo do plot da central.

Escrita Criativa. A task consiste em pedir para que os personagens escrevam uma fábula sobre a vida deles. Assim, o player vai escrever a fábula na visão do personagem, como se ele estivesse escrevendo, e não o player. Essa task ajuda o player a entrar realmente no personagem, já que ele não vai escrever como ele, e sim como se estivesse de verdade na pele do personagem.

Timeline. Cada player deverá criar uma timeline de acontecimentos importantes na vida do personagem, com um número mínimo de acontecimentos em fases distintas da vida. Por exemplo, dois eventos importantes na infância, três eventos importantes da adolescência, quatro eventos importantes da vida adulta. Essa timeline pode ser simples, com descrições curtas desses eventos, ou mais detalhadas. Posteriormente, a central pode fazer uma parte 2 dessa task, onde o player deve escolher um dos eventos dessa timeline para criar um selfpara detalhando a memória.

Espelho. Um self para direcionado à como o personagem se enxerga quando olha para o espelho. O player pode detalhar defeitos que aquele personagem vê, sejam eles físicos ou não. É o momento do próprio personagem expressar como se sente sobre ele mesmo. Se ama? Se odeia? Tem vergonha de algo? É interessante que seja feita como self para, pelo mesmo motivo da sugestão de escrita criativa.

Árvore Genealógica. A família de um personagem às vezes é um detalhe que fica esquecido, mas é algo que constrói o personagem. A relação com seus pais e outros familiares vai explicar a personalidade do personagem, o motivo de certas escolhas, entre outras coisas. Essa task pode ser menos detalhada, pedindo apenas os nomes + a filiação, mas seria interessante pedir que o player explique em poucas linhas qual a relação do personagem com esse familiar. Determine um número mínimo de conexões.

Relação Familiar. Essa task pode ser feita em ligação com a anterior ou não. Aqui o player deverá escrever sobre uma memória que envolva um familiar do personagem. Como eu já disse, as relações com a família moldam uma pessoa, e pensar nesses detalhes quando criamos um personagem ajuda a tornar esse personagem multifacetado.

Plots de Interesse. Essa é uma task que pode criar interações entre os players posteriormente. Peça para que cada player escreva um número específico de situações, conexões ou plots que gostariam de desenvolver com o personagem. Depois de postado, os players podem explorar as tasks dos outros players, e a central pode lançar uma parte 2 dessa task, onde cada um deve escolher outro personagem para desenvolver. Por exemplo: tenho um personagem e existem algumas situações que gostaria de desenvolver com ele, talvez uma briga sobre algo específico, um desabafo com um estranho, etc. Na parte 2, outro player pode escolher uma dessas ideias, e nós desenvolvemos em conjunto. É importante ter certeza de que todos os players vão desenvolver algo e não deixar que ninguém se sinta excluído.

Pais e mães. Se a sua central está aberta durante o dia dos pais, ou o dia das mães, peça para que os players escrevam sobre a relação dos personagens com essas figuras. Eles ainda se falam? Qual a relação entre eles? Todo personagem tem um pai e uma mãe, independente da relação, então vai surgir algo pra escrever.

Novo hobby. Você pode encaixar da forma como preferir no plot central, mas o básico desta task é que todos os personagens deverão iniciar um novo hobby de uma lista determinada pela central. Os players podem optar por escreverem self paras, POVs ou abrir novos jogos com personagens que tenham começado o mesmo hobby.

Novo emprego. A central faz uma lista de novos lugares com vagas abertas, e todos os personagens deverão aplicar para algum lugar. Os players deverão criar modelos de curriculum vitae para o personagem, e aplicar para os locais apropriados. Para algo mais dinâmico, a central pode criar perguntas padrões para os personagens responderem como se estivessem em uma entrevista de emprego. No final da semana, publique quais personagens conseguiram ou não os empregos. Como alternativa, os players podem fazer o mesmo processo de criar um CV e responder as perguntas da entrevista, mas apenas para exemplificar como os personagens conseguiram o emprego em que já estão.

Natureza ou criação? O player deverá escrever sobre o seu personagem e explicar o motivo de ele ser assim. Esse personagem nasceu do jeito que é, ou foi moldado por situações que aconteceram ao longo de sua vida?

Guarda-roupas. Os players deverão explicar como os personagens se vestem. Eles usam uma cor específica? Tem algum estilo específico ou usam o que quiserem, sem se importar em seguir alguma regra? Essa task pode ser feita de forma escrita, ou com imagens.

Moodboards. Um moodboard é um grid de nove imagens que demonstra a personalidade ou a estética do personagem. Pode ser algo mais elaborado, ou feito com imagens do pinterest mesmo. Essa task traz algo mais visual para o personagem.

Entrevistas. Essa task pode ser ligada a algum evento da comunidade, e dependendo do tema, pode ser explorado de formas diferentes. Por exemplo: entrevistas de revista para rps com tema de celebridade, interrogatórios policias em rps com temas policiais, etc. Neste caso, a central irá estabelecer algumas perguntas que tenham relação com o plot, e cada um deverá responder.

Testes de Personalidade. Seu personagem é colérico? Qual seu eneagrama? E o MBTI? Os players tem um prazo para responder a um quiz de personalidade de acordo com as respostas de cada personagem, e depois compartilhar os resultados. Esses testes vão fazer o player pensar nas respostas do personagem, podendo assim pensar em mais facetas da personalidade dele. Aqui tenho alguns links para testes bacanas: eneagrama, temperamento, mbti rápido e completo, alinhamento completo (inglês) e simples.

Verdade ou Desafio. Outra task para escrita de pov, mas desta vez o player deverá escrever uma confissão do personagem, ou fazê-lo enfrentar um desafio imposto pela central. Alternativamente, o player pode escrever sobre uma memória em que o personagem jogou verdade ou desafio quando estava escondendo um segredo, e como foi esse jogo. O personagem escolheu contar a verdade, ou o desafio?

Segredo. Seguindo do principio da task anterior, a central pode pedir para que o player escreva sobre um segredo que o personagem guarda. Pode ter relação ou não com o plot da central. O importante é que seja algo que o personagem guarda e que jamais terá intenção de compartilhar, ou que pode causar problemas caso compartilhado.

Aesthetic. Peça para que os players criem algo visual com inspirações do personagem. Pode ser uma pasta no pinterest com certos requisitos (estilo, quotes, locais, etc), uma colagem usando o app do pinterest (exemplo 1, 2, 3), ou algo parecido.

Moradia. Os players devem descrever o local onde seus personagens vivem. Podem incluir imagens de exemplo, ou apenas uma descrição de texto. Dependendo do tema do rp, existem possibilidades diferentes. O personagem vive em uma casa? Apartamento? Divide o espaço com algum outro personagem? Qual a decoração? A central pode fazer uma lista de perguntas para direcionar os players, ou deixar aberto para que os players decidam o que querem descrever.

Favoritos. Uma task bem mais básica é pedir para que os players digam quais são os favoritos do personagem. Para não ser algo tão simples e básico, a central pode pedir que o player descreva o motivo de ser o favorito. Aqui podemos incluir livros, filmes, música, album, etc.

Questionários. Alguns blogs oferecem questionários sobre os personagens, e você pode pedir que os players respondam essas perguntas. São perguntas mais gerais, direcionadas ao desenvolvimento do personagem em si, então não vão ter ligação direta com o plot. Tenho essa tag, mas você também pode usar a tag do museinspo, ou do museinspirations.

Task de diário permanente com sideblogs. Cada personagem deverá ter um blog secundário, com acesso apenas para a a moderação. Nesse blog os players postam atualizações do personagem como diários, ou atualizações de algum desenvolvimento. Caso o RP tenha sistema de pontos, os players podem receber pontos por atualização, ou perder pontos se não postarem atualizações por um período determinado de tempo.

[tlambooku]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

Gênero: SMUT, +18.

Avisos: Sonnophilia, Exibicionismo, Bdsm, Pet Play.

UMA BAIXARIA QUÊ NINGUÉM PEDIU MAS EU PRECISO ENCHER MINHA MASTER LIST!! APROVEITEM!!

.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･.・゜

Arthur é um homem grande quê pensa muito baixo de si mesmo.

E com isso vem o receio de machucar seu parceiro durante o ato, PORÉM-

Se seu parceiro pedisse para ele segurar seu pescoço, puxar seu cabelo ou dar-lhe uns belos tapas; ele não iria admitir mas ficaria muito animado!

Vai demorar um pouco até ele se deixar levar totalmente com seu parceiro, mas obviamente ele não iria querer machucar de verdade a pessoa.

Ele é um homem de apelidos e elogios! "Princesa/ Príncipe" "Gatinha/o" e etc! "Você está indo meu, meu príncipe" "Me chupa mais gatinha" e essas baixarias.

Falando em gatinha, ele está totalmente dentro em tratar seu parceiro como um bichinho no cio implorando por ele! É um dos seus to go.

Em uma realidade moderna ele com certeza é do tipo que presenteia o parceiro com roupas que reforçam esse kink.

Com o consentimento do parceiro, enquanto eles estiverem no acampando, Arthur vai querer foder enquanto seu parceiro descansa por que em algumas horas aleatórias em meio a noite, ele fica de pal duro e não consegue se aliviar sem ajuda, então foi a melhor maneira que ambos encontraram para isso.

Definitivamente um top, MAS-

Ele não reclamaria de ser dominado de vez em quando, MESMO-

Ele não geme muito, apenas grunhidos, suspirados e um pouco de conversa suja, mas a maioria seria uma conversa elogiando seu parceiro e como eles fazem ele se sentir.

Prefere gozar fora, ou na boca ou no peito da pessoa! Mas se você for um cara ele vai gozar dentro 100% já que o único problema dele seria ter outro filho e acabar acontecendo o mesmo do quê aconteceu com seu filho.

E este homem meus senhores, goza bastante-

Ele iria fazer sexo semi público se precisasse de uma acariciada no ego, apenas fatos.

Ele é todo por um after sex confortável e gentil, cuidando de seu parceiro e sendo cuidado também em garantia de que ambos estejam bem depois da estimulação intensa!

Ele é um cara durão, mas com seu parceiro ele é 90% um ursinho de pelúcia e 10% um Taz Mania-

[sunstoner]

happy pride people of the internet

is your gender a bit fucky? are you tired of the same old same old honorifics? are you simply just bored and looking for some reading material? well youre in luck!

in my scouring of this site ive yet to find one giant list of alternate honorifics/prefixes/titles or whatever you want to call them (maybe i didnt look hard enough, who knows) so i decided "fuck it! let me make my own." it took a while to find these and i definitely have to thank the gender census for a lot of them. (note: this is probably not all possible prefixes! these are just what i could find and what i could find pronunciations for (excluding part 4). feel free to mention any others & their pronunciations!)

anyways! continue below the part

part one: matching

these honorifics/prefixes/titles look similar enough to mr/ms/mrs/miss while also not being those. and no, its not just mx! note: for space purposes there may be a list of titles with one pronunciation

1. m.

can be pronounced em, mist, messer, master, or magister

2. m*.

pronounced miss-star

3. ma.

pronounced mistra

4. me.

can be pronounced mew or messer

5. mg.

can be pronounced mage or magister

6. mir.

pronounced mir

7. msc. ; misc.

pronounced misk, shortened from miscellaneous

8. mist. ; mrm. ; msm. ; mtr.

pronounced mistrum

9. ml.

pronounced mistrel

10. mm.

can be pronounced mistum or mistrum

11. mn.

pronounced mine

12. mnt.

pronounced mount

13. mq.

can be pronounced mick or marquis

14. mre.

can be pronounced mistree or mystery

15. mrsr.

pronounced merser

16. mrw.

pronounced morrow

17. mry. ; mse. ; mys. ; myst.

pronounced mystery

18. msr.

can be pronounced messr or misser

19. msry.

pronounced misry

20. mssr.

pronounced messer

21. mst.

pronounced mist

22. mstr.

pronounced master

23. mt.

can be pronounced mount or mistrum

24. mtx.

pronounced matrix

25. mu.

pronounced as written

26. mv.

pronounced maverique

27. mw.

can be pronounced mew or morrow

28. mx.

can be pronounced mix, mex, mux, mixter, mistrum, or monselle

29. mxr.

pronounced mixer

30. myr.

pronounced myster

31. mz.

pronounced miz

32. mzr.

can be pronounced mezzir or mezzer

part two: branching

these honorifics/prefixes/titles are the same as part one, but they look different from the "default" format. so many letters. note: for space purposes there may be a list of titles with one pronunciation

1. an.

pronounced any

2. c. ; cap. ; capt. ; cpt. ; cptn. ; ct.

pronounced captain

3. cd. ; cde. ; cmd. ; cmr. ; cmrd. ; com.

pronounced comrade

4. cit. ; ctz. ; cz. ; czn.

pronounced citizen

5. cnst.

pronounced constellation

6. cr.

can be pronounced comrade or cryptid

7. de.

pronounced done

6. div.

pronounced div, shortened from individual

7. dm.

pronounced dame

8. dr.

pronounced doctor

9. drst.

pronounced dearest

10. em.

pronounced as written

11. en.

can be pronounced enby or entity

12. ent.

pronounced entity

13. eu.

pronounced eunuch

14. fh.

pronounced fellow human

15. fw.

pronounced fellow worker

16. hm.

pronounced human

17. hon.

pronounced on, shortened from honorable

18. hx.

pronounced hex

19. ind.

pronounced as written, shortened from individual

20. inv.

pronounced inevitable

21. jan.

pronounced as written

22. lic.

pronounced licenciature

23. nb.

pronounved en bee, shortened from nonbinary

24. nl.

pronounced null

25. nr.

pronounced nister

26. nx.

can be pronounced nix or nex

27. per. ; pr.

can be pronounced per or person

28. phl.

pronounced philosophe

29. prof.

pronounced professor

30. rab.

pronounced rabbi

31. rev.

pronounced reverand

32. sai.

pronounced sigh

33. san.

pronounced as written

34. ser.

can be pronounced ser or serah

35. sr.

can be pronounced sir or serrah

36. syr.

pronounced as written

37. sys.

pronounced system

38. the.

pronounced as written

39. tr.

can be pronounced ter or teacher

40. vd.

pronounced void

41. vr.

pronounced ver

42. vx.

can be pronounced vix or vex

43. xr.

pronounced xer

44. zr.

can be pronounced zir or zeester

part three: sir? ma'am?

these honorifics are specifically meant to replace the sir/ma'am words. they feel different than the other ones so they get their own part.

1. boss

2. captain

3. chief

4. comrade

5. friend

6. gentile

7. m'ir

8. sa'am

9. sai

10. tiz

11. xir

12. zir

part four: how do you say...

these honorifics are ones i couldnt find pronunciations for... if you know em lmk please & thanks 🫰🏾

1. sn.

thats it, i couldnt find a pronunciation for it but i thought it was cool 🤸🏾

thats all folks

i might update depending on the responses i get and anything else i find :)

last edits: 3 jun 2024

[valentinmarques]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐄́𝐒'   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   .

disclaimer : valentin é bissexual. nenhuma conexão tem restrição de gênero, há menos que explícito o contrário. as conexões não tem número máximo, há menos que explícito o contrário.

𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘.

amigos a-list. valentin não é muito acostumado com o mundo dos a-lists de hollywood, pois é uma rede de pessoas new money e ele está acostumado com o mundo de pessoas que respiram dinheiro há gerações. ele quer se aproximar dessas pessoas e tentar se tornar alguém mais acessível. ele não faria amizades puramente por interesse, então seriam amizades genuinamente sinceras, mas ele também planejou essa mudança de ares.

fã da fórmula 1. uma pessoa que gosta de fórmula 1 e possivelmente já foi convidada para alguma corrida (se famoso) e acabou virando amiga de valentin por acaso e hoje em dia eles são aquelas amizades que o twitter ama. (inspiração: charles leclerc, carlos sainz e paul mescal)

colegas de publi. alguém que já tenha feito alguma ação com valentin (marca e circunstâncias a decidir) e que tenha gostado muito do espanhol, formando uma amizade improvável, mas que está durando bastante.

𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘.

social climber. uma pessoa de hollywood que vê em valentin uma oportunidade para subir ainda mais e tenta usar sua influência, o que irrita profundamente valentin. isso também pode ser tudo coisa da cabeça dele.

ex-amizade. valentin está na fórmula 1 há quase 10 anos, então ele já conheceu muitas pessoas famosas pelo padoque e em eventos. essa pessoa tinha sido uma ótima amiga de valentin por muito tempo, mas eles acabaram brigando e a amizade acabou. (motivo a combinar).

colegas de publi (versão 2). alguém que trabalhou com valentin no passado e por algum motivo o santo não bateu. a pessoa pode ter tido uma ideia errada de valentin ou vice e versa e depois disso eles não se suportam.

𝖓𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘.

encontros e desencontros. alguém que viva perto da casa de los angeles de valentin e acabe encontrando ele nos lugares. valentin gosta de ir em cafeterias e restaurantes e essa pessoa parece sempre estar lá quando ele vai.

barbeiragem. valentin começou a dirigir com quatro anos, tirou sua super licença com 17, mas uma coisa que é possível dizer sobre ele é que ele não é o melhor piloto quando o assunto é trânsito. essa pessoa quase foi atropelada por valentin (a notícia até saiu nos sites de fofoca). valentin, obviamente, ajudou a pessoa e a levou para o hospital. conexão atual a combinar.

dog date. valentin tem 3 cachorros e ele não abre mão de levá-los para onde ele vai quando está de férias. a rotina doida das vinte e quatro corridas e vinte e quatro países o impede de levar seus três filhos para todos os lugares, mas nessa época ele aproveita para paparicar eles da maneira que pode. esse muse tem um ou mais cachorros que são melhores amigos da castaña, chispa e torito e os pais de pet se encontram no parque para os filhos interagirem e brincarem muito.

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆̂𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖘.

ex-namorada. valentin não teve muitos romances públicos nesses anos de fórmula 1, preferindo manter seus relacionamentos às escuras. essa muse seria uma dessas exceções e foi uma verdadeira WAG por um tempo.

ex-rolos. mesmo sem assumir relacionamentos, valentin sempre foi muito conquistador e namorador. mesmo estando mudando de mentalidade com o passar do tempo, ele sempre viu o ato de conquistar as pessoas com seu charme e dinheiro como um esporte.

primeiro quase-namorado. valentin sabia desde muito novo que era bissexual, mas também sabia que o esporte que queria seguir não permitiria que ele fosse aberto sobre isso. com o tempo, as coisas começaram a mudar na fórmula 1, e esse personagem quase o fez arriscar tudo. no entanto, antes que pudessem assumir um relacionamento, valentin recuou, temendo comprometer sua carreira.

[lollopunk]

Sobre mim!

Como estou começando esse blog agora acho que o melhor antes de falar do meu trabalho, dia a dia e referencias é bom falar de mim pra você me conhecer melhor. ★ Nasci dia 25 de julho de 2002; ★ Quando criança queria ser veterinária; ★ Cursei informática no ensino médio técnico; ★ Estou terminando minha primeira faculdade que é design gráfico;

Meus jogos favoritos são

Coisas que eu gosto

★ Desenhar; ★ Modelagem 3D; ★ Fazer escultura com clay ou argila seca; ★ Cantar (fã numero 1 do karaokê do bairro); ★ Animações; ★ Livros de concept art; ★ Moda e styling; ★ Ouvir música; ★ Kibe de forno da minha mãe;

Música!!>>

Eu tenho muitas playlists está sendo difícil escolher uma pra compartilhar aqui então vou deixar algumas das coisas que estou ouvindo atualmente.

Esse álbum um amigo me mostrou esses dias e bateu muito com o que eu tenho ouvido achei mto bom.

O que nos leva pra essa playlist minha, se você gostou de algum desses artistas ai em cima ouve isso aqui!!

Animações favoritas!!!

isso é muito difícil. Sempre tive dificuldade em escolher o meu "favorito" quando criança eu dizia que gostava muito do amarelo, mas também do roxo, e do preto.... e o vermelho também é bonito, eu desistia e falava que gostava da "cor arco íris". Sinceramente nada mudou. Então podem não ser minhas animações favoritas mas são as que eu lembrei e gostei muito, vou deixar aqui por que (de acordo comigo) valem a pena de serem vistas.

Sobre filmes....

Também adoro filmes vou deixar algumas recomendações pra vocês E meu letterboxd (talvez eu de 5 estrelas pra tudo).

Festim Diabólico (ou Rope em inglês) 1948 ‧ Thriller/Crime ‧ 1h 23m

Depois de Horas (After Hours) 1985 ‧ Comédia/Thriller ‧ 1h 37m

Entrevista com o Vampiro 1994 ‧ Terror/Fantasia ‧ 2h 3m

Deathgasm 2015 ‧ Terror/Comédia ‧ 1h 30m

O Estranho Mundo de Jack (The Nightmare Before Christmas) 1993 ‧ Infantil/Musical ‧ 1h 16m

Efeito Borboleta (The Butterfly Effect) 2004 ‧ Thriller/Ficção científica ‧ 1h 53m

Donnie Darko 2001 ‧ Thriller/Ficção científica ‧ 1h 53m

Sussurros do Coração (Mimi wo Sumaseba) 1995 ‧ Infantil/Romance ‧ 1h 55m

La La Land: Cantando Estações 2016 ‧ Musical/Romance ‧ 2h 8m

Tem de tudo ai, qualquer dia posso trazer um post só sobre filmes, assim como posso trazer só sobre música, isso por que nem falei sobre os artistas nem os livros que eu gosto. Conteúdo não vai faltar...

Sei que vocês não estão de mãos vazias depois de tantas recomendações mas vou deixar esse livro aqui!! Uma professora citou ele numa aula e eu gostei muito, emprestei pra tantas pessoas que hoje nem sei mais onde ele está mas com certeza vale a pena ser lido.

Por que estou falando dele agora? O que eu trouxe nesse post foram algumas das minhas referências, das mídias que eu consumo e é muito importante ter referencias e consumir coisas de vários lugares diferentes, ouve uma musica que você nunca ouviu da uma chance pra um filme que não tem nada a ver com você, mesmo que você pessoalmente não goste talvez algum dia ele venha a sua cabeça como uma referencia! e até pra falar mal antes a gente precisa conhecer é muito bom falar mal com repertório hehe.

Algo que eu também indico é buscar as inspirações das suas inspirações!! da onde aquele artista que você tanto admira tira as ideias dele? o que ele assiste? em quem ele se inspira? e isso serve tanto pra arte, quanto pra música, quanto pra cinema..

Bom, vou ficando por aqui eu gostei muito de escrever esse post mas tenho um mal de artista (ou de tdah não diagnosticado vai saber) de começar muitas coisas e não terminar nem 20%, se eu continuar postando você vai ficar sabendo!

★ ★ ★

Obrigado por chegar até aqui, sinta se a vontade pra deixar suas referencias nos comentários também e tchaauu