#what's terrible is that he would. he absolutely would

[inseobts]

Busted! (Secret Relationship) 2.0

what if the two of you are in a secret relantionship and suddenly everyone start to realize something is going on?

characters: luffy, sabo, kid, shanks, bartolomeo

(zoro, sanji, law, koby, ace)

a/n: sorry about the barto one, I got out of ideas but needed a 5th character...

words count: around 0.8k - 1.5k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Luffy:

You sit at the far end of the Sunny’s deck, legs dangling over the side. The sea sparkles in the sun, and the wind plays with your hair. Luffy is across from you, lying on his back with his hat over his face.

You glance at him for the third time in one minute.

He lifts the hat just a bit “You’re staring again” he says with a grin.

“I’m not” you lie, too fast.

“You are.” Luffy sits up, stretching “Why?”

“Because you’re weird” you say, kicking the air with your feet.

Luffy laughs “That’s true! Can I kiss you?”

You smile, but quickly turn away when you hear footsteps. Sanji walks by with a tray of drinks. He looks at you, then at Luffy, then back at you. He squints.

“Something wrong with your face, Sanji?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

He frowns “No. Just… never mind. Dinner is almost ready.” He walks off.

You glance at Luffy. He’s watching you now.

“Do you think he knows?” you whisper.

Luffy shrugs “Maybe. But who cares?”

“I care! We said we’d keep this a secret, remember? You’re our captain, they will think I get favouritism or something.”

He pouts “I show favoritism to every single one of them. None of you even call me Captain… Who else in the world is a captain but isn’t even called ‘Captain’ by his own crew? Just me! And I really want to tell them.”

“We can’t” you say, standing up “Not yet. It’ll be weird. They’ll tease us forever.”

Luffy tilts his head “So?”

“So… I like it like this. Just us.”

He grins again and nods “Okay, okay. Just us. I like this too.”

But then Usopp yells from the other side of the ship, “Luffy! Why were you smiling like that? Did you eat something without me?!”

Luffy shouts back, “No! Mind your business for once!”

You giggle.

He looks at you, serious for a second “They’re gonna find out.”

“You’re a terrible liar but if we’re careful we can at least have some more time.” you say.

But even as you say it, you know its just a matter of days before Luffy will “accidentally” expose you.

“DINNER IS READY!”

Everyone is gathered around the table, plates stacked high with meat, rice, and bread. Sanji’s outdone himself again. Luffy is already three plates in, sauce all over his face and hands.

You’re chewing on a piece of pizza when a bit of sauce drips onto your chin.

Without even thinking, Luffy leans across the table with a napkin he just stole from Nami and wipes it away gently.

“Messy” he mumbles smiling at you, like it’s normal.

Everyone freezes.

Nami slowly lowers her fork. Zoro raises an eyebrow. Usopp’s mouth falls open.

Sanji blinks “What the hell was that?”

Luffy freezes like a statue, still holding the napkin mid-air.

You feel your soul leave your body.

“Are you two…” Nami starts, squinting hard, “…dating?”

Luffy sits up fast, and stay still like he’s got caught in the middle of stealing all the food.

Then he suddenly snaps “Absolutely fucking not! Why would you even think that?!”

Silence.

You blink.

Zoro tilts his head “You sure? ‘Cause that was some weird-ass behavior.”

“Yeah, dude,” Usopp adds “You never wipe anyone’s face. You don’t even wipe your own face.”

Nami who is still shocked “Did… did he just say absolutely fucking not?”

Luffy looks like a deer caught in a very obvious lie.

Your eye twitches.

You sigh, lean back in your chair, and say, “Yes… yes. We’re dating. That lie was so bad I can’t even pretend anymore.”

Nami chokes on her drink. Brook lets out a dramatic gasp. Chopper claps his hooves together.

All while you whisper “Stupid me, I even thought the worst scenario was you finding out in the next few days.”

Luffy looks at you, then back at them “Wait—so we’re telling them now?”

“No, you! You told them by being the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

He scratches his head “Oops.”

“You literally said ‘absolutely fucking not’, not really in character from you, don't you think?”

He grins “I panicked…That made it more dramatic, right?”

Sanji stands up like he’s about to give a whole speech “When did this start? How long have you been hiding this from your family?”

You groan. Luffy laughs. Everyone starts shouting questions at once.

He leans over and nudges you with his elbow “Hey. At least it’s not a secret anymore. And they don't seem to mind it at all! You were so scared for nothing, look at them!”

You shove a piece of bread in his mouth “You owe me so many meat dinners.”

He just grins wider and keeps eating like nothing happened but with a grin that actually says everything happened.

── .✦ Sabo:

It’s quiet after dinner. The hum of HQ fades beneath the warm weight of Sabo’s arms around you. You’re curled up in his lap on the couch in his room, legs tangled, his coat draped over both of you like a blanket. He’s kissing you softly, lazily, like the world doesn’t need saving for just a few hours.

“You always smell like smoke” you whisper, nose brushing his.

Sabo chuckles, pressing another kiss to your cheek “And you smell like peace. So I guess we’re even.”

You smile, fingertips trailing the line of his jaw, just about to kiss him again when BANG. The door flies open.

Hack stands there. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. Absolutely regretting everything.

“…Oh...” he says flatly.

You launch upright, nearly taking the coat with you.

“WAIT—!”

But Sabo, not missing a beat, still lazily cradling your waist, says in a perfectly deadpan voice “Close the door. We’re not done yet.”

Hack’s brain visibly short-circuits.

He backs out slowly like he’s seen the gates of hell.

“Yup. Nope. Didn’t see anything. I need bleach. Where’s the bleach.”

The door clicks shut.

Silence.

You collapse against Sabo, face buried in his chest.

He just laughs, fingers drawing gentle circles on your back.

“Hack’s probably going to meditate in a cold stream after this.”

The next morning Koala kicks open your cabin door “Rise and shine, lazyass—training starts in twen—”

She stops.

Empty bed. No note. No sign of life.

Her eye twitches.

Cut to: Sabo’s room. She barges in without knocking.

“What the hell, have you seen—oh my GOD!”

You’re in Sabo’s bed. In his shirt.

He’s sleepily spooning you, arm wrapped tight around your waist, chin nestled in your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Koala freezes.

You freeze.

Sabo doesn’t move a muscle. Just groans, nuzzles into you, and pulls you back down under the covers.

“…So that’s why you’re both always smiling at morning drills” Koala mutters.

You peek over Sabo’s shoulder, hair a mess, whispering “Hack didn’t lock the door.”

Koala just turns on her heel “Unbelievable. I’m calling Dragon. You two need supervised training from now on.”

You’re both trying so hard to keep it a secret even now.

Swearing up and down: No more getting caught. No more accidental cuddling in public. No more open doors. NO MORE SPOONING IN SABO'S SHIRT WHILE KOALA SCREAMS.

And yet...

After a brutal training session, you’re the last two stragglers left on the field. The sun's setting, sweat gleaming on both of you, breath still heavy from sparring.

Sabo tosses his gloves aside, runs a hand through his messy, damp hair, and looks at you like you're made of starlight and rebellion.

He steps closer.

You’re flushed, smiling, practically glowing from the adrenaline.

He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek.

"Nobody’s here," he murmurs, a little breathless “Just one kiss.”

You’re this close. This close. Lips nearly touching—BOOM.

Ivankov struts around the corner like they owns the damn place, fanning dramatically.

“OH honey, if you’re gonna get sweaty together, at least invite me to watch!”

You and Sabo JUMP apart like you’ve been electrocuted.

Sabo coughs violently and turns beet red while you trip over your own foot trying to act like you were doing literally anything else.

Ivankov is grinning like the cat who caught the canoodling lovebirds “You two are about as subtle as a sea king in a bathtub.”

Ivankov winks and keeps walking like nothing happened.

Sabo is frozen. You’re wheezing from secondhand embarrassment.

“…We suck at this.” you mutter.

Sabo just covers his face and groans, “I’m never going to hear the end of all this.”

By now, literally everyone has caught you and Sabo in some weirdly intimate moment, except for one man, Monkey D. Dragon. And that’s how the betting pool was born.

It started with Koala dropping 50 berries on “He finds them mid-make-out in the strategy room.”

Hack went in on “One of them slips up and calls the other ‘babe’ during a mission brief.”

Even Ivankov scribbled down “Sabo gets distracted by Y/N’s ass mid-battle. Dragon walks up behind him.”

There’s a whiteboard hidden in the break room with all their bets.

In all this you and Sabo are sitting on a bench overlooking the cliffside near HQ, pretending to "review maps". The sun is golden, the breeze is soft, and Sabo’s hand is definitely resting a little too high on your thigh for this to be strictly cartographic.

Sabo chuckles, tilting his head toward the training grounds “Koala’s been pointing at us through binoculars for the last ten minutes.”

You glance over and she waves. So does Ivankov, who is literally holding a notepad that says “DRAGON CATCHES THEM: THURSDAY AT 14:37”.

You groan, burying your face in Sabo’s shoulder “This is humiliating.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your hair “We could just tell him and so they'll stop.”

You both pause.

Then simultaneously say, “Nope.”

The next day, it’s supposed to be a standard mission call. Everyone’s focused, the mission is critical, and everything is tense.

Suddenly, in the middle of all the seriousness, something goes wrong. You’re trying to navigate a tricky situation on the field, and you have to quickly adjust your position, which means you shift out of the line of communication for a second.

Sabo watches, trying to get your attention, then blurts out, completely unintentionally “Careful, babe.”

The whole call goes silent. The Den Den Mushi crackles with static, and suddenly, everyone on the call freezes.

Dragon (deadpan, calm as ever) “...What did you just say, Sabo?”

You immediately go white and you whip around to look at Sabo with wide eyes, panic setting in. You can hear Ivankov’s voice in the background, already laughing.

You “SABO, ARE YOU DUMB?!”

Sabo turns a brilliant shade of red "I—I didn’t mean—"

Everyone on the call is absolutely losing it.

Koala, trying to hold back laughter “Oh my God. Did you—did you just call them babe?!”

Hack, in the most deadpan voice ever “I won, right? I absolutely won this bet.”

You’re trying to keep your cool, but you can’t. You can’t. You cover your face, groaning.

Dragon, ever the calm voice in the storm, but with a clear edge of irritation “Next time, keep the personal affections off the mission calls. You're lucky this wasn’t an urgent situation. We almost got compromised.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You glance at Sabo, who looks like he’s about to combust.

You, exasperated “Sabo, f***, you made me get scolded! This is so embarrassing!”

Sabo, still trying to apologize “I—I didn’t mean it like that! It was just a slip—”

But the damage is already done.

Dragon, his voice slightly dry “We’ll talk about this later. Focus on the mission. And next time—be more professional.”

As the call ends, the atmosphere is tense. You and Sabo are left standing there, feeling like two complete idiots.

Later that day, the break room is chaos. Hack is smugly holding up his winnings from the betting pool. Koala is still laughing, and Ivankov is offering “support” by teasing Sabo non-stop.

You, on the other hand, are doing your best to avoid eye contact with everyone as Sabo sulks in the corner.

You, barely holding it together “I hate you right now. I really do.”

Sabo “I swear, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t mean to, but you’re still an idiot.”

Sabo rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly “…I deserve that.”

── .✦ Kid:

You don’t really think much of it the first time.

A small, clumsily wrapped package left outside your room on the Victoria Punk. The paper’s crinkled like it was balled up five times before someone gave up and tied it with rough twine.

Inside a shiny little trinket you’d mentioned wanting in passing weeks ago.

You raise a brow but say nothing. Maybe someone’s just being nice.

Then it happens again. And again.

Each gift is messy but thoughtful, like someone’s trying to be sweet. A handmade weapon accessory here. Your favorite snacks there. One day, a scrawled note reads, “Don’t let anyone else have this. It’s for you only” not signed.

The crew notices. Of course they do.

Heat starts humming “Someone’s got a secret admirer~.”

Wire goes like “Who even knew you liked that kind of thing?”

Killer, raising a brow behind his mask “...It’s weirdly specific, though. Whoever it is knows you pretty well.”

You try to play it off, but the teasing doesn’t stop. It only gets louder. More obnoxious.

Kid, arms crossed, leaning against the railing “Tch. Who cares? Buncha idiots drooling over gifts like teenagers.”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He's unbothered. Disinterested. Completely unfazed.

That night, when the ship’s quiet and everyone’s turned in, you knock on his door. He opens it in a loose tank top and sleep-rumpled hair, eyes narrowing.

“What.”

You cross your arms “Are the gifts from you?”

He blinks “What?”

“The stuff. The notes. The snacks. You’re the only one who listens that closely.”

A flicker of something passes through his expression, too fast to catch. But then his scowl deepens.

“You think I’ve got time to play secret admirer with you? Hell no.”

You stare at him, caught off guard.

“…You’re serious?”

He scoffs and turns away “Go to sleep. You’re imagining things.”

He slams the door behind him. You’re left in the hall, heart twisting a little. Because he sounded so convincing.

But if it’s not him… Then who the hell is it?

After that night with Kid, you really do try to let it go. But the crew doesn’t.

You can't walk into the mess hall without someone raising an eyebrow or tossing a comment.

Wire leans back in his chair one morning, boots on the table, biting into an apple with a grin “Hey, Y/N, no new packages today? What a tragedy. Guess your mystery lover finally ran out of ideas.”

Heat chuckles, elbowing him “Or maybe they’re just planning something bigger. Like a grand confession. What do you think, huh? Gonna be roses next time?”

You, dryly “Right. I’ll expect fireworks off the port side.”

Killer, voice calm but laced with amusement from beneath the mask “Honestly, I’m more impressed by the consistency. Whoever it is, they’re either very devoted… or very stupid.”

Kid, across the room, is pretending not to hear, arms crossed, eyes on something that doesn't exist. His jaw’s clenched so tight, you can see it from here.

You catch his eye for a second but he looks away fastly.

The next morning, nothing shows up. Then the next. And the next.

You don’t say anything about it. Neither does Kid. But something’s different in the air now, like tension caught in a bottle, just waiting to explode.

One night, you’re lying tangled up together, the hum of the ship quiet around you. He’s half asleep, heavy arm slung across your waist, his hand lazily tracing circles on your skin.

Your head is on his chest, warm and steady.

“…I haven’t gotten any new gifts lately” you mumble, mostly to yourself.

He stiffens just slightly, but doesn’t say a word.

You chew on your lip “Think they found out about us? Maybe they backed off.”

Still nothing.

You lift your head and look at him “You ever think about who it might’ve been? Kinda funny, right? Maybe someone on the crew really had a thing for me.”

Still no response.

You grin a little “What if it was Killer? You think he’s the poetic type? Am I his type?”

Before you can say another word—whump.

A pillow slams into your face, hard enough to make you roll.

“HEY!” you shout, laughing “You absolute brat!”

Kid doesn’t even look guilty.

“You’re annoying” he mutters, but there’s a faint blush rising to his ears. He turns his head, scowling at the ceiling like it insulted him personally.

You smirk, poking him in the side “Ohh, someone’s touchy…”

“I’m throwing you off the bed.”

“You’re not strong enough.”

“Wanna bet?”

Weeks pass.

Everyone moves on. The secret admirer jokes fade. Kid goes back to normal, grumpy, snarky, yours. You figure that weird little mystery chapter is just done.

Until one day, you find a new gift.

Not one of its usual ones, no haphazard twine, no angry handwriting. This one’s clean, careful. Wrapped in deep red paper with a ribbon tied perfectly.

Inside: a carved charm. Elegant. Personal.

The note says “Couldn’t help myself. Thought you’d like this.”

Your heart actually skips a beat.

You march straight to the engine bay, holding it up like evidence. Kid’s elbow-deep in mechanical guts, oil smeared on his hands.

“Hey,” you call “Now... is this from you?”

He glances up, sees the box, and freezes “What the fuck is that?”

“A gift. Someone left it for me. Just now.”

The silence is nuclear.

Then his voice explodes “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

He storms past you like a cannonball with legs, throwing open the engine bay doors and stomping onto the deck.

“ALRIGHT,” he bellows, voice booming across the ship, “WHOEVER THE HELL THINKS THEY CAN FLIRT WITH MY PARTNER—UGH COME SAY IT TO MY FACE!”

Everyone stops what they’re doing.

A wrench drops. Someone chokes on their food. Killer just sighs.

“YOU HEARD ME!” Kid’s pacing like a madman, hair wild, coat half falling off one shoulder “YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL MY ONE WITH PRETTY RIBBONS?! Y/N IS MINE. MINE!”

You bury your face in your hands and whisper "Please stop, this is really embarassing."

Killer, calmly from the upper deck “Well. That answers that. We all knew the original gifts were from you, Eustass.”

Heat, grinning “Yeah, but I thought he’d last a little longer before breaking.”

Wire, yelling from the mess hall window “PAY UP! I SAID HE’D CRACK WHEN A REAL RIVAL SHOWED UP!”

You’re still standing in the middle of the storm, holding the new gift while your hot-headed boyfriend is screaming at the ocean.

You, deadpan “Great. Now the whole Grand Line knows.”

Kid, turning to you like you betrayed him “WHY WERE YOU SMILING AT IT?!

“Because I thought it was from you again!”

“WELL, IT WASN’T. AND NOW I’M GONNA MURDER WHOEVER THAT WAS.”

The deck is still vibrating from Kid’s volume. He’s stomping around like a territorial lion, red in the face and shouting murder oaths into the wind.

“COME ON! WHO WAS IT?! WHO THINKS THEY’VE GOT A CHANCE?! I’LL BREAK YOUR TEETH IN.”

You’re standing there, clutching the new gift, wondering if you’ll have to tackle him to keep the crew alive.

But then Killer steps forward, calm as ever “Kid.”

Nothing.

Killer raises his voice slightly “Kid!”

That gets through. Kid slows, turns, still wild-eyed “What?! You want me to let someone just—?!”

Killer sighs like he’s been dealing with this since the womb “That gift wasn’t from a rival. It was from us all.”

The entire crew falls silent.

You blink “Wait—what?”

Killer glances at you, then back to Kid, arms crossed “We knew the first gifts were from you. We’ve known for a while.”

Kid opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again “You—WHAT?!”

Heat, leaning against the rail with a huge grin “C’mon. You thought we wouldn’t recognize your handwriting? You write like you’re trying to fight the paper.”

Wire, popping his head out from the doorway “And who else would wrap a gift in metal wire and call it ‘aesthetic’?"

Killer adds “We figured if we pushed you enough, you’d confess eventually. That final gift was just the nudge.”

Kid stares at them like they’ve grown two heads “So it was a trap?!”

Killer, with a shrug “It worked.”

Then Killer turns to you “What we didn’t know was that you two were already together.”

There’s a ripple of surprise through the crew.

Wire nods “Yeah! Let's go back to that because... like... what?”

Heat nods even more dramatically “Yeah! Since when?!”

You, dryly “A few months before the first gift showed up.”

Kid’s jaw tightens like he regrets every decision leading to this moment.

“You guys are the worst” he growls.

Heat, wheezing “We’re the worst?! You’ve been sneaking around and flirting through weapon mods!”

Wire, laughing “AND YOU STILL DENIED IT TO Y/N’S FACE?!”

Kid lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a scream and turns to you like you’re his last hope of escaping humiliation.

You just grin at him “C’mon, Captain. Let’s go before you combust.”

He’s still grumbling when you tug his arm and drag him below deck, muttering curses under his breath the whole way.

── .✦ Shanks:

The sea is quiet tonight.

The crew laughs near the campfire, their voices loud under the stars. You sit a little away from them, pretending to look at the moon. But really, you’re waiting. Waiting for him.

A warm hand touches your shoulder from behind.

“Miss me?” Shanks whispers, his voice soft like a wave brushing the shore.

You smile without turning “You’re late.”

“I had to talk to Benn. Captain stuff,” he says. Then he leans in close “But I’ve been thinking of you the whole time.”

You giggle, quiet “Liar.”

“I’m a pirate. What did you expect?”

Finally, you turn to him. Shanks is smiling that lazy smile you know too well. His red hair glows under the moonlight. His eyes? All on you.

“Don't look at me like that, someone might see it” you whisper, looking at the crew.

“They won’t,” he says “They’re drunk, loud, and too busy telling stories.”

You glance again. He’s right. No one is looking.

So you let him pull you behind the palm trees. The sand is warm under your feet, and the wind carries the scent of salt and firewood. He sits down and opens his arms.

“Come here.”

You crawl into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He wraps his one arm around your waist, holding you close.

“I missed you today” you say.

“I missed you too” he says. Then he kisses the top of your head “You know what keeps me going?”

“What?”

“This. Just this.”

You press your face into his chest “You’re soft for a pirate.”

He laughs, his chest shaking “Only with you.”

The night is quiet now. Just the waves and the sound of his heartbeat.

He whispers, “One day, when this secret doesn’t have to be a secret anymore… I’ll hold your hand in front of everyone. I’ll kiss you right on the deck.”

You look up at him “Promise?”

“I swear on the one piece.”

You laugh again, and he kisses your nose “That’s a big promise” you say.

“I never break my promises” he says.

And in that moment, under the stars and hidden from the world, you believe him.

It’s late now. The fire has burned low. The crew is asleep, scattered in hammocks or on the beach.

But you’re wide awake.

You stare at the door of his cabin. You know it’s risky. But your heart pulls you there anyway.

You knock once, soft.

The door opens almost instantly. He’s there, sleepy eyes and messy hair. Shirt half buttoned.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks with a small smile.

You shake your head “Can I… stay?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Just steps aside, lets you in, and closes the door behind you.

His room smells like sea salt, old paper, and something that’s just him. It’s small but warm. The bed takes up most of the space.

“You sure you want to risk it?” he teases, pulling the blankets back.

You nod, already crawling in “You’re warm. That’s worth the risk.”

He chuckles, switching off the lantern “Come here then.”

The bed creaks as he joins you. You curl into his chest. His arm wraps around you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You whisper into the dark, “I love when it’s just us.”

“I know,” he says, resting his chin on your head “Me too.”

Silence for a moment. Just your breaths, your hearts. Together.

Then he says, quietly, “I always sleep better when you’re here.”

You grin, even though he can’t see it.

“You snore” you whisper.

“Lies.”

“Loudly.”

He laughs, low and soft “I’m a captain. I’m allowed.”

You snuggle closer, legs tangled, warmth everywhere. His hand finds yours under the blanket. Fingers laced, easy and natural.

“Stay every night,” he says, voice almost a mumble now “Even if they find out. Even if it’s chaos. I don’t care anymore.”

“You’ll care when Benn gives you that look” you say.

“I’ll survive it,” he says “I won’t survive not having you.”

You go quiet at that. Because sometimes, he says things that hit your heart like a wave.

“I won’t survive not having you either” you whisper.

He kisses your forehead. Gentle. Safe. Real.

In the morning, the sunlight slips through the cracks in the window, painting golden stripes across the bed.

You stretch, warm and safe, still tucked under Shanks’ arm. He’s already awake, watching you with sleepy eyes and a soft smile.

“Morning” he whispers, brushing hair from your face.

“Morning” you mumble back, voice still scratchy from sleep.

He leans down and kisses your cheek “You drooled a little.”

“Liar.”

“You did.”

You groan, roll over, and bury your face in his pillow “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You don’t.

But you’re very late.

You were supposed to help Lucky Roux in the kitchen twenty minutes ago. But after all the cuddling and stealing kisses between brushing your teeth and Shanks being distracting (on purpose), you throw on the nearest shirt and rush out the door.

The morning air hits your face. The crew is already up, busy with chores, chatting, moving crates, laughing.

You walk fast, head down, trying not to look guilty. But then someone says behind you, “Hey…”

You freeze.

It’s Yasopp.

He squints, then tilts his head “That shirt looks kinda familiar…”

You look down. Big, red, half-buttoned pirate shirt. Smells faintly like rum and sea and... you.

It’s his shirt.

You force a smile “Oh, really? I, um… I just bought this yesterday in town! Crazy, right?”

Yasopp blinks “It’s just... Shanks has one just like that.”

You laugh. Too loud “That’s so funny! What a coincidence!”

He raises an eyebrow “Uh-huh.”

You start walking again “Okay, bye! Gotta go stir the stew!”

You practically run to the kitchen, slam the door behind you, and press your back to it, heart racing.

Lucky Roux looks up from chopping onions “You okay?”

“Fine! Everything’s fine! Great! Love onions!”

You spend the next hour hiding in the kitchen, trying to look very busy.

You’re scrubbing a spoon like it just insulted your whole family when you hear footsteps outside.

Then, his voice.

“Mmh…”

It’s Shanks.

You freeze.

“I swear I left it here somewhere…” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

Lucky Roux looks up “Captain?”

Shanks scratches his head “My red shirt. The one with the loose buttons? I wanted to wash it but… maybe I already did? Or someone moved it?”

You choke on air.

Lucky Roux’s eyes widen.

You slowly turn, still holding the spoon, sweat forming on your back.

Yasopp walks in right then, and Lucky Roux points at you silently.

Yasopp follows the finger… sees the very red shirt you’re wearing… and his jaw drops.

“Oh… my… GOD.”

You raise your hands like you’re being arrested “I can explain—”

“No no no no, don’t you dare,” Yasopp says, pointing now “This is amazing. Since when?!”

Shanks, confused, looks between you and them “Wait… what’s happening?”

Your face burns “Shanks. This is your shirt.”

He blinks.

Looks at you.

Then at the shirt.

Then back.

“Oh.”

The silence lasts about two seconds.

Then the entire kitchen explodes.

“What the hell?!”

“You two?!”

“I KNEW IT!”

Lucky Roux claps like he just saw a proposal “This is the best day of my life.”

You groan and hide behind a cabinet door.

Shanks laughs, holding up his hands “Okay, okay, okay, you got us.”

Yasopp shouts, “Since when?”

Shanks grins and leans casually against the table “Mmh… A while. Since that one stop in Lougetown.”

“That was months ago!” someone yells.

You peek out, blushing “We were being careful!”

“You wore his shirt” Yasopp deadpans.

Shanks throws an arm around your shoulder “Guess we don’t have to be careful anymore.”

The crew starts chanting something dumb like “KISS KISS KISS!” and you groan again, but Shanks just laughs and plants a quick kiss on your temple, bold and smug.

“Oh you're actually loving all this” you whisper.

“A lot” he whispers back.

── .✦ Bartolomeo:

You didn’t mean to fall for Bartolomeo.

It kind of… just happened.

Between the screaming, the fangirling, the way he glared at anyone who looked at you too long. But somewhere between the nonsense, you found something real.

He loves big. Loud. Unfiltered. But when no one’s watching? He loves so quietly, you can barely believe it’s the same guy.

Right now, you're hiding in the hallway of the ship, tucked behind a stack of crates. Bartolomeo is sitting cross-legged, handing you a rice ball.

“I made it for you!” he says, puffing out his chest “I watched a tutorial. It’s heart-shaped!”

You look down. It’s… more like a lumpy circle, but you smile anyway.

“It’s perfect” you say.

His face turns red “Y/n…” He sways a little, hand over his heart “You’re too kind… I’m gonna DIE!”

You laugh and take a bite.

“Don’t die. You still owe me cuddles tonight.”

“RIGHT. YES. I shall live for the cuddles.”

The secret has stayed safe. So far.

Except today, you dock on an island with a bunch of rowdy pirates who definitely pick a fight before lunch.

You’re in the middle of battle, blocking with a staff, when one pirate gets too close and knocks you to the ground.

You’re fine. A little scratched. But Bartolomeo sees it happen. And then it happens.

He turns.

He screams.

“THAT’S MY BABYYYYYYYYY—!”

Everyone stops.

Even the wind pauses.

You slowly get up. Face blank.

He freezes.

His hand is mid-air, about to use his barrier powers. His eyes wide.

“…Did I just say that out loud?” he whispers.

The entire crew is staring.

Someone goes, “Wait. Your baby???”

You try to speak “Uh—he means—”

“I MEAN WHAT I SAID,” Bartolomeo yells again, fully panicking now “Y/N IS MY BABY. MY LOVE. MY SWEET CHERRY BLOSSOM—”

“BARTO,” you hiss “Stop confessing in front of everyone!”

Too late.

He throws his hands up and suddenly there’s a giant heart-shaped barrier around you two. Sparkly. Pink. Absolutely not subtle.

He turns to you “At least we’re alone now.”

You facepalm “There’s a window, Barto.”

You hear cheering from outside.

“THEY’RE DATINGGGGG!”

“PAY UP, I TOLD YOU THEY WERE!”

“DOES LUFFY KNOW?!”

You sigh.

Bartolomeo wraps you in his arms, completely unbothered now “So… secret’s out.”

You look up at him “What gave it away? The screaming or the love bubble prison?”

“…Both?”

You can’t help it. You laugh. He kisses your forehead.

“I love you” he says.

“I love you too” you whisper, even if the entire world hears it now.

After that no one seems to actually care about the two of you.

Weeks later you and Bartolomeo are docked on a chill island when you run into the last people you expected: the Straw Hat Pirates.

Luffy spots you both instantly.

“YO, BARTO!!” he shouts, waving like a madman.

Bartolomeo screams, throws himself to the ground, and starts sobbing with joy.

“LUFFY-SENPAI! I WOULD DIE FOR YOU! THANK YOU FOR BREATHING IN MY DIRECTION!!”

You’re behind him like “Okay, this is fine.”

You greet the rest of the crew like normal. Everyone’s smiling, happy to see you, no one suspects a thing.

You and Bartolomeo agreed before getting there: keep it private. You didn’t want anyone or worse, Luffy finding out. Bartolomeo is just way better when it's just the two of you.

That night, it happens.

“GAME NIGHT!” Usopp shouts “Winner gets free food!”

The crew splits into teams. You get pulled into a round of a random game and of course you end up against Luffy.

Everyone’s crowded around. People are yelling. Sanji’s handing out drinks. Robin and Nami are judging.

Luffy’s up first.

He draws a card and starts flapping his arms.

“Bird!” “Chicken!” “Flying fish!” “Zoro waking up late!”

He gets it.

Then it’s your turn.

You pull your card and immediately drop to the ground, trying to act out a seal (It’s harder than it looks).

People are guessing like crazy.

"Penguin!" "Sea cow?"

Luffy squints.

Bartolomeo, sitting quietly in the back with popcorn, clutches his cup.

He stares at you with so much intensity, it’s insane.

And then it happens... again.

You clap your hands and bounce a little, still acting out the seal.

He jumps to his feet.

“YES BABY! GO! DESTROY HIM!! YOU GOT THIS, MY LITTLE WAR MACHINE!!”

Silence.

Everyone stares.

You freeze mid-flap.

Luffy slowly turns “Wait… Baby?”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Little war what?”

Nami drops her drink.

Chopper gasps so hard he hiccups.

Sanji says “Wait a damn minute...”

Bartolomeo realizes too late. Hands fly to his mouth.

You’re still stuck in seal position, blinking.

Robin, smiling softly “Well… that explains the way he looks at you.”

You turn to look at him, mad “Do you even try??”

Usopp yells, “YOU TWO?! YOU’VE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

Bartolomeo’s face is red as a tomato “I… I didn’t mean to! y/n was just so cute pretending to be a seal...”

You slap your forehead.

Luffy, wide-eyed, just goes, “Whoa. You’re dating my number one fan. That’s crazy. He even choose to cheer for you.”

You sigh “Yeah. It is.”

And then he bursts out laughing “THAT’S SO COOL!”

The whole crew joins in, laughing, teasing, clapping Bartolomeo on the back. He’s half-proud, half-mortified, but he doesn’t stop smiling all night.

Later, when the chaos dies down, he wraps an arm around your waist and whispers, “Sorry, babe.”

You smirk “For cheering too loud?”

“For waiting this long to yell about how amazing you are.”

You roll your eyes “I liked the ‘my little war machine’ part.”

He gasps “Really?! I was just improvising!”

“Never do that again.”

“Okay but also… you were winning.”

[yeonzzzn]

Heeseung teaching inexperienced reader how to ride him while he sucks on her titties wtfhsjshekwjekke

“fuck, baby, just like that.” heeseung moans against your breast, mouth wrapped around your nipple as his tongue flicks the sensitive bud. one hand gripped tightly on your waist while the other cups your other breast, “you’re doing so so good baby.”

you bite down on your bottom lip, fingers digging into his shoulders as you ride him. legs growing weak and shaky as your hips roll. the fear of you riding his cock wrong still sat at the back of your mind, but hearing heeseung’s moans and feeling his mouth switch to your other nipple shreds that fear almost away.

it wasn’t even an hour ago you sat right beside your best friend on this coach spreading nonsense chatter as you usually do as you both play video games on his tv. but somehow this idle chatter turned into a real conversation, one you were not expecting.

“what you mean you’ve never ridden a dick before?!” heeseung raises a brow at you, eyes still locked onto the fighting game you’re both playing, “you’re not a virgin, I was literally a bedroom away when you lost your v-card! and you’ve had multiple partners since then!”

you groan at the stupid memory from a high school end of the year party. heeseung dragged you to it, saying bullshit equivalent to “Y/N, it’s the end of our senior year! we are about to graduate! loosen up a bit!” then proceeded to put drinks in your hand and you somehow ended up in park sunghoon’s bedroom upstairs on your back and him between your legs after flirting with him the entire night. it wasn’t the ideal way to lose your virginity, mostly since your best friend was indeed the next bedroom over fucking the most popular girl in your class, but here we are.

“don’t remind me,” you say with a roll of your eyes, tossing the playstation controller onto the coffee table, “but just because i’ve slept with a few guys doesn’t mean we did anything but missionary.” which was true. you’ve had multiple partners over the last few years but they were either one night stands or quick fucks. always ended with you on your back and that’s it.

this perks and idea into heeseung’s brain, tilting his head to the side and staring up at his ceiling, “I could teach you, if you want.” you laugh way too loud. he couldn’t be serious. but you see the way he looks back at you as he too, sets the controller down, “i’m being serious, Y/N.”

you swallow, is this okay? to have your best friend teach you a new sec position? and to do it GOOD? you already know heeseung is some sex god, he brags about it all the time…so you know it would be worth it. you can’t deny and say you haven’t thought about what his cock buried deep within you felt like. and he’s practically giving handing you that pass.

“i-if you’re okay with it…” you whisper.

and god was he okay with it. heeseung didn’t hesitate pulling you into his lap and closing his mouth around yours. he could feel your tremble under his touch and fuck it was making him hard as hell. “now, just do as I say, okay?” he says between kisses, hands now cupping your ass, “but I also need you to understand at any point you feel uncomfortable tell me and we’ll stop.”

you stare in his eyes and knew, you wouldn’t want to.

heeseung keeps his eyes locked with yours as he strips you bare, loving the feeling of your hands removing his clothing afterwards. loves the swallow of your throat and heaving of your chest as you stare at his cock, mouth nearly watering at how red the tip was. heeseung has been in love with you since the day you guys met, and finally having you in his lap, naked, in his apartment was the best dream come true.

he helps guide you to where you’re hovering over him, tip pressed gently to your entrance. you clench around the small amount of him you can feel, fingers pulling at the cushion of the couch behind him. you shook with absolute fear that you’re going to be terrible at this. “slowly slide down on me,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours. you do as he says, sneaking down until he filled you completely, thighs clenching his hips as you both let out a desperate moan. you’re so tightly wrapped around him and fuck he could climax just by the pressure of your cunt surrounding him.

“now,” he breathes out shakily, “start with slowly moving your hips, once you get the feel of it you can use your legs to help shift you up and down my cock. we’ll start with those two steps.”

and fuck he was going to die right here on this couch. one slow movement from you was all it took for him to fling his head back and clinch your waist, nails leaving crescent moons in your skin.

now here you are, his mouth attached to your tits as you bounce on him. what turned into just teaching you how to ride a cock resulted into a full out fuck fest. you can’t get enough of him, and he of you. you didn’t want to stop—not with how fucking good the tip of him felt as he hit your spot, treating to break the barrier that’s keeping him from fully and completely being inside of you. you knew you’d cum at any moment, the clench of your pussy was the give away of it, and heeseung knew it too.

he released his mouth from your tits, hands placed firmly at your hips and he flings his head back, your swollen nipples brushing his chest with each rock of your hips. heeseung’s pupils were dilated and face so fucked out, he was going to burst at any moment too. and you relished in it, “you’re doing so good for me baby, taking my cock so well.”

you really don’t know what came over you after hearing those words, but your fingers were in his red hair, tilting his head further back into the couch, free hand still gripping his shoulder, “fuck I love your cock,” you whimper, “i’m going to cum—“ and heeseung bucked his hips up in time with your movements, shoving himself so deep and hard into you.

“cum with me baby,” he begs, mouth gapped and eyes locked in with yours, one of his hands leaving your hip to gently wrap around your neck, giving a small and gently squeeze. that pressure along had you climaxing on him, clenching down harder and that being enough for heeseung to spill his load into you.

you drop against him, feeling his arms wrap around you, “well,” he says out of breath, “you definitely know how to ride dick now.” you hum in response, having the confidence to do so. but sit up and look at him, knowing deep down you don’t want to ride any other cock that isn’t his. and you knew he was thinking the same thing.

[hattersrabbit]

GOODNESS INCARNATE

yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader | sfw

CW! male reader, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, toxic behavior, overprotective avengers, obsessive behavior, golden retriever! reader, ambiguous ending

Summary! at some point something fell from earth and crashed into earth. A new hero rises up in the city of Metropolis and catches the eye of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders, and it ends up getting a bit too far.

Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

don’t ask about the timeline or anything call it an au where endgame doesn’t happen :D

Somewhere in Kansas a space shuttle fell to earth. It was never found, but the couple said to be incapable of having children had a child, and a dog too.

A child that was above from normal. That being you. An alien from the planet Krypton that had died. You and your dog, Krypto being the only one of your kind.

The last surviving Kryptonians.

Your new parents were a joy to have. You loved them and they raised you very protectively, and in return you cared for them.

With your strength, and Krypto you helped save your city Metropolis for the first time. The massive billionaire Lex Luthor caused massive damage and almost killed a bunch of people if not for you.

Dressed in blue and red you were a symbol of hope. The S across your chest being a family crest. One of the last of your parents own existence.

The people loved you, and you find the world was interested in you. A hero that came out of nowhere.

And certainly you were loved. Nick Fury couldn’t deny the need to get you on the team of train wrecks.

In fact, it could all be seen all the way to a Spider Boy who could only look at the footage in awe. The hero was someone who Peter Parker aimed to be.

Beside him was Wanda, the Scarlet Witch who looked on with awe in her eyes as well. As a woman who’s gone after bad thing after bad thing she couldn’t help but want goodness.

You were goodness. She could feel it, even if it was through a video.

Tony was apprehensive but even so he never seen someone so good. It was like you never faced horror ever. Your kindness and not a hint of showing off, or playing around while fighting.

Determination.

Captain America; Steve Rogers saw himself in you. Goodness that he could never achieve. One that smiled despite it all, while somberness swallowed him into a boastful mouth.

Bucky would have to agree. He was smiling once back then, and you were literal sunshine. A smile on those lips with such natural strength, and treating civilians with such kindness.

Thor found you adorable, and could feel that you were worthy of his hammer. Even through videos of you he felt like you were worthy. Absolutely beautiful he also thought. What man could fly through the air so gracefully like that. Without a care, and just as quick.

Natasha and Clint admired you. Albeit maybe it was a sense of something they never got. A man who hadn’t ever killed in his life, and was smiling. A sense of light they never got, and there you were.

Sunshine for them to bask themselves in.

Bruce felt wary but you were strong. No anger seemed to be in your body. Surely yes you seemed angry at Lex Luthor but that was for obvious reasons. You weren’t always angry like him. Angry only when necessary, unlike him.

Control of yourself is what you had.

A semblance of this world is that it was corrupt. A source of true good like you, and while you weren’t of them you believed in good.

Good in human beings.

The avengers knew better.

So when you’re recruited they aimed to make sure you’d ease into that reality. When offered the chance you jumped at it.

Imagine the surprise when Krypto arrived by your side. The avengers were no less taken aback and flustered.

You smiled big and wide. Nothing to hide and kind to them all.

Unbeknownst to you the immediate thought of you changed. A being that was good and needed to be protected. This group had been through terrible things, and it brought them down.

Made them turn darker.

Wanda knew that better than anyone.

Bucky hated himself for it.

Peter remembered the days when people knew of him, and how in those last moments back then he almost committed true murder.

They hid it well.

Steve would greet you with open arms and a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the team!” He would pat you on the shoulder. He would blink when it felt like metal.

You would laugh brightly, and saying a lot of people said that. Although it wasn’t like you were gonna say you were an alien. Not yet anyway.

They would find out anyway. Thanking Wanda for that, for she read your mind.

Imagine the wonder Peter had when he talked to you. Over the years now that he was Spider-Man he had lost his once happy attitude in being a hero.

You a little older than him was still hopeful, and hadn’t started as a teenager. You were hopeful and Peter couldn’t help but admire you. That smile; the one he lost and you still had it.

You can’t blame him when he stole one of your notebooks. The pages had tons of notes of your perceived faults and self-hatred. Don’t blame him when he shows Steve and Tony.

Don’t mind the confusion when the entire team is praising you more than usual. Any time you lift something instead of the Hulk Bruce smiles. His anger dismissed and he’s praising you despite his shy nature.

Don’t be surprised when you get hurt and spit blood that you get tested by the scientist. Tony even going as far as tweaking your suit to make sure you’re more protected. It was sweet, but useless venture to say you didn’t need it.

Of course you needed it. You were young, and even had fewer experience than Peter. You had no idea what you were talking about. Bruce and Tony were older.

They knew better, and told you that.

Naively, you shrugged it off. Krypto would only tilt his head at the them, and albeit he became much more close to you.

Wanda didn’t seem to like the change.

Once or twice Krypto would stare at her. ‘Try it.’ The dog was protective and a nuisance. He could feel the darkness. The woman was more susceptible to the darkness. The obsession of getting you to herself.

The others so far, Bruce and Tony already got hands on you when you got injured. Although never really seemed to look into your mind. What if you got brain damage?

She could fix it. Her magic would change it from affecting you. Peter had too much time with you. She was more your age, so you should be with her.

In a way you reminded her of Vision. Kind and understanding. Normalcy that she begged for and clung to.

Maybe she could change the dog but you would notice. It would make you sad, and she didn’t want that. Surely she was wanting you to herself, but your happiness also mattered.

She would be careful.

Get Krypto’s trust was her plan.

The two who have killed before were floored with the kindness. With the protectiveness you gave them.

In act of almost being killed you rang over them with your huge size and protecting them in the blast. Your scream of pain was loud in their ears.

Thor heard it loud and clear. The enemy was on the floor in seconds. Too brutal for normal, and you questioned Thor.

The god gave an excuse that you completely fell for. Too sweet and naive for this world. A sheltered kid in the Midwest fields, with protective parents.

Still too unforgiving of this horrible world.

Thor couldn’t tell you that he almost aimed to kill the attacker.

Natasha would share a look with him.

They knew. Murder was out of the question, but when you screamed like that they knew that maybe maiming was the move. Clint would talk to you as the two discussed what to do with the assailant.

Hearing the news Bucky would want to check over your wounds. There were none but it didn't stop him from getting those mental fingers on your bare skin.

You would shiver. Cold against your warm skin. Shining like the sun Bucky would think. Steve would look too.

A body like his own and invincible to harm.

At least they thought.

Kryptonite was horrible. Lex Luthor's laugh haunted them. You on the floor and holding your chest. Blood flowing from your mouth and a bullet in your chest.

Bruce was terrified.

Peter and Wanda beside themselves.

And so when you awake from your slumber don't ask about the disappearance of Lex Luthor. Don't ask why you can't hear his distinct heat beat.

Don't ask your still on bed rest, and Krypto is so much more hostile towards everyone now. Wary of Wanda and her glares to your dog.

Don't ask why Bruce's lingering touch stayed.

Don't ask why your mind seemed played with.

Don't bother with the protective members who've been known to kill before to be so close to you.

Don’t tell Peter to leave your side. Don't ask Steve to stop defending your city, Metropolis.

All the avengers ask of you is to keep that smile on your face no matter how confused you are.

To keep there goodness, and to never be corrupted.

To be good.

[tcoaal]

What's your take on the thought Andrew and Ashley were born sociopaths and doomed from the beginning?

is this a take people actually have??? anyways: ableist as fuck lmao

i am of the very strong opinion Ashley is absolutely neurodivergent with both autism and ASPD. admittingly the former is something i have a tendency to do and i won't necessarily die on the hill: something that really fascinated me in scenes in Chapter 3A is how Ashley just sincerely does not seem to understand social norms that should be obvious to anyone else. various scenes in her childhood, and especially with the campers while obviously not in the same level kinda resonated with experiences with not understanding social norms me and my brother struggled with growing up.

but also i admittingly hc and project this a lot on socially awkward characters so take that part with a grain of salt and it's not really a hill i'm willing to go die on or debate especially when i think ASPD and BPD are bigger issues with her. i highly doubt any of these terms will actually come up in the game and it will remain a headcanon, but the idea that anyone can be "born" evil and a sociopath or whatever is nonsense lmao. this is a fictional game so if we learn time travel black magic whatever influenced Andrew's and Ashley's births somehow (like the twins in Clock Tower) i really reject that.

the Graves siblings are fucked up and dysfunctional because they were born into an abusive household with absolutely nobody to rely on except eachother: something both parents encouraged and forced on them. while i do think both being neurodivergent had a part in it, it's pretty clear in the game, in the promotional images even that the root of their issues is a fucked up co-dependency forever sealed in stone by a super fucked up incident (and it was an accident, they did not intend to kill Nina, this is important and a lot of people overlook this wasn't an intentional murder carried out by psychopaths) and the oath taken between two children and the refusal of the parents to care or do anything about it.

if the Graves were a genuinely loving, happy family: Ashley's and Andrew's mental health situations would be better off. even if they are neurodivergent and mentally ill they would have access to proper support, medication, therapy, and perhaps most importantly the comfort of a parent's love more instead of a fucked up relationship between a brothermotherhusband and a sisterwife. i think Ashley would be struggling a lot worse, but they'd be better.

i think the fact that in 3A we see Leyley literally react in flashbacks actively disturbed that she could just so casually admit to something so terrible. Leyley was actively disturbed and distressed about the fact she could so casually admit to killing someone and not care about it. she tries to confide in Andy but he falls asleep and that to me, more than anything, is the moment that sets everything about the woman she would become into stone. i genuinely think if Renee or even Andy (even though that was not his responsibility) made a genuine attempt to reach out in that moment and improve things (although if it was only the other Actual Child trying to help it probably wouldn't have been enough)

everything in TCOAAL is pretty explicit the root of the sibling's problems is based in a toxic codependence, not that they were evil from birth or some shit like that. i can handwave it if magic or prophecy is involved but if not i fucking hate this take in all media so much it's unreal

EDIT: i'd like to get more of my points clarified, actually

Nemlei's own view of the game is very clear she approaches this from a place of the effect of abuse of the environment has on a child. things like Ashley being autistic and aspd are headcanons of mine: but Nemlei herself would disagree with me saying that's how i should view it and that be the end-all. she is explicit this is a case of cause and effect of in-universe events, not any result of being born a certain way. this is a critical component of Nemlei's writing, given the lore of how the color of one's soul works and how one views themself. this is one of the most critical core components of the lore.

Ashley and Andrew weren't born fucked up. they were fucked up because of the environment that nurtured them. i will die on this hill, and it is the hill that Nemlei seems to view for her fiction. this is like, one of the more important takes to the themes of the story. i'm usually someone that views word of god as secondary to what is presented in the text, but this is a really important piece of information in this story.

Nemlei's narrative isn't about the idea the two were born evil or anything, it's that the awful people they became was shaped by the environment around them. i think that's important.

[stychu-stych]

I WANT THE WALL OF TEXT ABOUT LAMB'S PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS STYCHU PLEASE

akhe

khm

so yeah i would be very glad to read it :D

THIS ASK IS SO OLD AND WAS SEND AFTER PUBLISHING THAT POST BUT I SAVED IT AS A WIP AND COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT AAAAAA

So a lot of people probably already know that my Lamb stands way too far from being an innocent creature. They always be a little egocentric, even after they were chosen by TOWW, but it only gets worse over time.

Before we go any further I just wanted you to know that I'm a big enjoyer of true crime, as well as of stories about cults and sects. A lot of my Lamb's character hcs are based on those stories, so if you're not a fan of that kind of things or you (or anyone close to you) have been a victim of a group bearing the characteristics of a sect, this post might be uncomfortable for you to read.

Like I said, my version of Lamb is very egocentric and narcissistic. They know their appearance might be sweet and innocent for someone who doesn't know them well and they took a full advantage of it.

At the beginning of their role as death's vessel Lamb were still unsure how they should act or even feel about all of that. The longer they've been the leader, the more cultists they had under their their control, the more self-confident they've become. And their confidence comes with being dangerous.

They started to be more controlling and manipulative. They knew that people need a place they can feel safe and understood, so they offered a help to anyone who was an easy target - anyone who was alone, who felt abounded, without family or friends. Were Lamb's actions evil because they opened their arms for those types of victims? Not quite, they really wanted to help some folks to find their place, especially that they knee how it is to be hurt by the Old Faith. But at the same time they knew that those types of victims are good material for devoted followers. Give food to someone who is hungry and they'll come for more.

Same thing happened with their spouses. I'm not sure if I mentioned that before or I just kept that information to myself, my close friends and mutuals, but my version of Lamb is a horny little fella. They could have multiple spouses at the same time (before they resurrected Narinder), simply choosing most attractive cult members for this role. There was no much of love or deeper feelings, it was mostly about physical attraction. They didn't treat their spouses bad tho or hurt them

And about Narilamb - there's a lot of manipulation and toxicity on this area too. Beginning of their relationship was based mostly on hate and emotional addiction. Lambert couldn't stand Narinder but at the same time they wanted to be close to him because Narinder at some point became the most important person to them (before he decided that Lamb had to give up their life for him after killing all the bishops)

Btw I also have that one HC about Narilamb where Lambert doesn't read Narinder's mind. Why? Because they're afraid of what they could see - or, to be more specific, that they could see nothing. That Narinder have absolutely no feelings towards and Lambert would feel the same moment of betrayal, sadness and anger like in the day Narinder ordered them to give the crown back. That's why they keep mocking him and being terrible to him in general, because Lambert feel more comfortable knowing that Narinder hates them and hate is better than nothing

[helluvamealyah]

Alastor decided, after taking stock of his new physical form in Hell (why the FUCK is he a … deer?!), that he wanted his hair, which retained the same dark shade he’d had in life, to match the shade of red now bleeding into the tawny skin — or rather, fur — at his joints and on his chest. Convenient, too, because red had always been a favorite color of his. It is imposing, bold, suggesting danger. It is delicious, the color of apple skin, ripe tomatoes, human blood.

(And Lucifer’s feathers. Why yes, I am going to make everything about radioapple 😌)

(On that note, I cannot guarantee the source of the contents of that dye bottle …)

I went back and forth about what Alastor would wear while dying his hair. He is controlled and reserved, but I feel like he definitely enjoys getting his hands dirty, so no gloves. He’s far too dignified to don a plastic sheet even in the privacy of his own bathroom, and he’s too prim to even own what could be described as an “old T-shirt,” let alone to wear such a thing. Then it dawned on me that the only visible parts of his body are his hands and face— not even his neck. Furthermore, who would ever think of the Radio Demon doing something as mundane and domestic as dying his own hair? Any lingering dye on his skin would more likely be assumed by onlookers to be blood. Which is sensational for his overall public image! So, shirtless it is.

(It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m currently terrible at drawing clothes.)

LMAO ANYWHO just a silly indulgent sketch. I keep having to re-learn that not every drawing I make needs to be a polished masterpiece 😌 also it’s really hard to draw alastor looking neutral, that smile and those nearly-always half-lidded eyes give him a permanently saucy expression no matter the context. Sounds like I need to do an expressions page of him for practice!!

[puffins-muffins]

Waldo Wednesday is the BEST DAY OF THE WEEK!! This is how I feel every time you post a new chapter!! 🤩

And this latest one?? hollllyyyyyy smokes, bestie!! now things are really starting to cook! 🔥

Let's talk about these two beebs, shall we? 😍

I love this little detail you added about them spending the day just chatting and getting to know each other:

Most of the day had been the same; lounging around and passing time with long conversations together between the frequent surveillance checks Waldo would execute around your entire property, and if it wasn't for his constant attention to everything happening outside, you almost would’ve forgotten any of this was a reality.  You enjoyed his company more than you thought you would, and had a feeling he felt the same, the effortless chats and sense of ease and comfort you seemed to bring each other growing more evident as your time spent together increased. 

UMMMM. How do you write such poetic lines like "your lips envied your neck"? because it sure as heck does!! this little hallway kiss is evvverryythiiinnnngggg:

You tilted your head to allow him more access, moaning when he brushed his nose against the sensitive skin on your neck before testing the press of his lips with a kiss. Once, and then again, the simple act creating an addict out of you.  Your lips envied your neck, jealous of not yet knowing what his felt like on them, and angling your head to meet his gaze, your nose nudged his scruffy cheek, a small tease until he brought his thumb up to press on your lower lip. 

belly swoops!! belt buckle lines always make me lose my gd mind, but the way I'm taking his phone and chucking it down the hall in this moment:

The sound of his belt buckle clanking open mixed in with your wet kisses and desperate breaths, your fingers working to quickly free his large erection from the restraints of his jeans, only to be stopped when his phone rang loudly, making you jolt and part before you were ready to. 

More quirky Waldo finger taps (I'm obsessed) and I'm not sorry, but this is one of the HOTTEST maneuvers a man can do when driving, I thought the image of him making that U-turn was hot? but I wasn't ready to image this 🫠🫠🫠

When you breathed a some-what relieved sigh, he put his own seatbelt on and placed his hand on the back of your seat, twisting his body as he reversed out of the driveway, feeling a terrible sense of guilt in his stomach but knowing that sharing what else was in that envelope would only hurt you more. 

but the way you ended the chapter?! 😲 this stalker is a fucking CREEPO and I need Waldo to catch him STAT, because that last line gave me freakin' chills. 🫢

god, you're absolutely brilliant. I love how you've made this version of Charlie Waldo come to life. cannot wait for Wednesday, babe! 💐

Coming soon to AO3...

A multi-chapter series featuring Last Looks character Charlie Waldo x female reader...

Eyes On You

Charlie Waldo is a L.A.P.D Detective at the height of his career when he chooses to take matters into his own hands on a case where your life is threatened by a dangerous stalker. Your safety becomes his priority, leading to both of you getting far more than you expected in the midst of chaos.

This fic has it all-- suspense, tension, "there was only one bed", and of course smut. It is already over 14k words and I haven't yet finished the final scenes or edited, so it may end up being longer! While I'm not around here much for various reasons, please know how much I appreciate the continued support of my readers, mutuals and friends and hope that you'll give this fic a chance and enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. 💗

*please note that the reader is not given any physical descriptions aside from having hair despite photo used in moodboard.

[rekino2114]

Ya know, I ultra loved the Kirumi Tojo comforting a reader who was harshly rejected by Miu. So I was wondering how it would work in the reverse~ M. Reader who has a crush on Kirumi and confesses and gets harshly rejected or just coldly rejected, since while she does appreciate him as a classmate and "client", she doesn't view him as a friend or see much potential in him. And he gets comforted by said rejection by Miu or Kaede~ with ever fits best, or you can do both, but in seperate settings.

Miu comforting you after you get rejected by kirumi

A/n:I went with miu to make it a full parallel to the other post and also cause I haven't written stuff for her in a while

You looked in the mirror one last time and sighed, adjusting your hair

"Come on y/n, you can do it just tell her how you feel and everything will be fine"

You had been crushing on your classmate kirumi for quite a while, her elegant demeanor and determination to complete any request that people gave her were just some of the many things that made you fall for the ultimate maid, not to mention how beautiful she was

You constantly talked it over with your friends, especially your best friend, miu who for some reason looked even madder than she usually was and called her names you don't want to repeat

But even if she didn't approve of your decision that didn't matter. You decided you were going to confess today. So you went over to the kitchen and found her cleaning the dishes

"H-hey kirumi"

The maid glanced behind herself and then fully turned bowing a little when she saw you

"Hello y/n, are you in need of anything?"

"N-no welll actually.....i-i just need to tell you something"

"Of course, what is it?"

".......w-well.....will you go out with me?"

"......what?"

"I.....I've been crushing on you for a while and was wondering if you would like to maybe go out on a date with me?"

"...I apologize but I must refuse"

".....w-what...why?"

"Because I do not have feelings for you, I'm sure you are a great man but I only see you as a classmate and as a client.....I'm sorry"

"....n-no don't apologize it's fine"

You put your head down and started walking away while kirumi got back to doing her task

You went back to your dorm and laid down on the bed, starting to cry a bit

After a while you heard your door open, cursing yourself for forgetting to lock it and saw that miu had entered your dorm

"Hey y/n there's this new invention I made its super dope and-....hey the fuck happened!?"

"Huh? Oh......hi miu"

The inventor walked up to your bed and her heart broke seeing you in that miserable state

"Seriously what the hell happened? You look terrible"

"......n-no I'm fine, please don't worry about me"

"Heck no! I will worry about you all that i can, don't stand there and go spouting that bull crap, you're crying and you expect me to believe you're fine"

".......you know me well"

".....o-oh thanks, it's literally nothing, so what happened?"

Miu sat on the bed and looked at you softly, trying her best to comfort you with her presence

"I tried to confess to kirumi.....but she rejected me"

Now miu was actually mad and you saw that immediately when she scowled at your words

"Really? That bitch? Why the hell would she do that?"

"She......she said that I was only a client and a classmate to her"

"Are you shitting me? That's such a lame excuse, after all you did for her she doesn't even think you're her friend? She's even more of a bitch than I thought"

"I-i wouldn't say I did much for her-"

"Oh no, do not start blaming yourself, don't you remember all the times you helped her clean the dorms or with other stuff, and she didn't even give you as much as a thank you kiss or anything? AND now she has the gall to reject you?"

"It's not her fault, it's just because she didn't like me"

"Then she just has absolutely terrible taste. She has an absolute hunk who is sweet, kind, and helps her with stuff in front of her and she says no? Well it's her loss plus maybe it takes a brain as smart as mine to see all your qualities"

When what she said fully sunk in your eyes widened and you started blushing

"W-wait you mean....y-you like me?"

"Did I not make that obvious enough? Do you think all the times I asked you specifically to test all my inventions was because I couldn't find anyone else?......well that was also part of it....but also cause I like you. And what about all those nudes I "accidentally" sent you? You think someone as smart as me can make so many accidents"

You blushed even more remembering all of those pictures, you would be lying if you said they didn't play a part in you developing a crush for miu too

The ultimate inventor put a hand on yours and helped you get out of the blankets, giving you a genuine smile

"Hey I'm not saying you have to get with me today or something, that would be just shitty of me you just got your heart broken, but if you ever need a girl to love you, an absolutely stunning, incredibly smart girl who is ready to do anything for you....and I mean anything....is right here for you, you know where to find me"

She smiled again and started to walk away

"Oh by the way-"

Miu was taken aback by you kissing her when she turned around but very quickly melted into the kiss, hugged you, and turned it into a passionate make-out session

"Oh my fucking God, kirumi is such an idiot"

"Hehe, you think so?"

"Yeah, you're handsome, nice and an amazing kisser, she really said no to the perfect guy, not that I'm complaining, she just left you for me"

"She sure did"

"So.....a-are we a thing now, like I said before, you can take all the time you want, I want you to be happy when you start dating me"

"No don't worry I think I'm fine"

"Eh, I always said the best cure for a broken heart is a good making out, now let's go to that all prim and proper maid and make out in front of her, I want her to see what she missed out on.......o-only if you're OK with seeing her again of course"

"I'd much rather spend some time with my new girlfriend"

"Of course, but you might have to stop me from slapping that bitch the next time I see her"

"P-please don't, she didn't do anything wrong"

"If you say so, but that doesn't matter now, come on let's go, I got a super cool invention to show you"

Miu grabbed your hand and dragged you to her lab while you just smiled at her, happy to have someone who loved you so much

[becausegraf]

Everything You Put Me Through - what is this ‘everything’ really?

Featuring: 

1) Interpreting the actual meaning of Blitz’ angry rant

2) A look into how Stolas misheard him just like most of us did, and 

3) A side-track into how they both gave the wrong signals about what they actually wanted from each other right from the start.

So, idk if this is a new-ish idea or not but

I've been pondering that moment where Blitz goes 'After *everything you've put me through*!!' during their one-sided argument, because it just didn't make a whole lotta sense to me.

The *obvious* reading would be that he means everything as in 'the sex arrangement [that I didn't like but didn't object to]' and I get the impression that's what most people read it as, taking it at face-value. 

It makes no sense though, as we see all kinds of evidence for Blitz actually *wanting* the arrangement to stay exactly as it is. Both before the Full Moon and after he shows his motivation to stick with their deal, and ‘it makes sense’ to him. He's at least physically into Stolas and Stolas is into him, for as far as he knows/hopes, what could possibly be wrong about continuing to have regular sex dates they both enjoy?

Throwing out that accusation of Stolas putting him through something upsetting, I personally felt like he was talking out of his ass spouting something aggressive just to channel his anger *somewhere*, including the whole tangent he went on with the whole 'not taking the lower class seriously' thing. 

Sure, it's an angle you can definitely consider, but it just seemed to have so little to do with their actual interactions around their agreement, and with what was happening right there and then?? The dismissive ‘bye Blitz I'm done talking please leave’ attitude,, sure, but something about his rant doesn't seem on-topic to be about JUST that.

-

All that said, I think I finally figured something out:

He's talking about explicitly everything *other than the sex part*

‘The sex part’ is specifically what he WAS okay with, but it's the whole 'ugh wtf is he trying to do here, playing at us being actual friends and him caring about me' that was NOT part of the agreement that caused by far the most emotional distress to Blitz, and what I think he had in mind when thinking of 'stuff Stolas put him through' that he'd *actually* have struggled with.

Like.... this might sound kinda backwards but I can see Blitz legitimately struggling with 'how dare he put me in this situation where he gets hurt and I feel like it's my fault, and somehow I'm supposed to care and I DO care but what the fuck am I supposed to *do with that*'

- because that'd be the sort of emotional challenge that'd really throw him off and make him feel absolutely terrible.

'If he'd just kept this business-only, I wouldn't be this conflicted.’

If it was ‘just business’ and nothing more, there would be neither the expectation nor the justification to approach Stolas and everything about him like a friend. Blitz *needs* it to be unambiguously ‘just business’ for his own comfort and sanity, because if it isn't… 

Example:

A prissy rich boy just looking to get giggity living out his fantasy couldn't possibly give a fuck if his ‘plaything’ to be ignored outside of fun times didn't come see him at the hospital, right? If that's what this is (and to Blitz that was the only blievable option), to go visit him would be an enormous risk, and a huge emotionally mess at that, given what happened the last time he tried to see someone he cared about who got hurt because of him. 

Yeah hahah, no, it's way easier to tell himself Stolas doesn't care than to open THAT whole can of worms, and push himself into the purgatory of being rejected in anger or be made fun of for being so stupid as to think Stolas might have wanted him there for real.

It's that internal emotional turmoil that really messes him up, and that he resents Stolas for. 

‘Why can't he just play by the obvious rules and keep it simple and clean, why does he have to do this pretend-bullshit making me almost think he actually values me, and make it so hard to keep my distance and stay detached, damnit!’

Because if that's what Stolas was actually doing, that would 1000% count as ‘playing with someone's feelings’, wouldn't it?

The annoying nicknames and the 'having sex appointments' stuff is not remotely the sort of thing that actually bothers someone like Blitz that much. It's maybe a nuisance or inconvenience, but there's no way he actually has deep-seated emotional pain about that. 

Stolas trying harder and harder to invite him closer and get to know him, THAT would be what would piss Blitz off, because he could only see it as this owl dragging him into some dumb roleplay. And that is what would actually, genuinely hurt to be a part of, because he wishes it *could* be real.

When Stolas ‘plays at being his friend in earnest’, Blitz thoroughly hates how it makes him feel.

Stolas is NOT pretending, but that's 100% inconceivable to Blitz, it's the one possible interpretation he can't risk taking seriously because if he's *wrong* oh my lord…

At this point in time, Blitz can't process his own feelings well enough to comprehend that that's what's causing him this pain, so all he feels is agitation over something vague. 

‘This hurts and I wished he'd stop doing what's causing me to feel this way.’

He feels anger, some resentment towards Stolas, and the only proper explanation he can give to himself is that Stolas is being thoughtless and disrespectful towards him - of course he'd be bothered and annoyed. That makes sense in his mental framework.

‘This whole thing he does, pretending to give a shit for real makes me feel like garbage, and he just keeps doing it like it's nothing, because he's just a total braindead douche when it comes to that specific stuff. He doesn't get why he needs to stop at *all*.’’

Blitz is walled off from his own vulnerable yearning and desires by fifteen layers of deflection and ignoring and irony. 

He tells himself he hates Stolas’ disrespectful, patronizing attitude, when the core of it is *disappointment* and self-doubts, and how it triggers his sense of unworthiness and hopelessness about never being able to have anything ‘real’.

He *genuinely* didn't get it, as obvious as it seems from an external POV, and other than Fizz nobody had any reason to challenge him on that. Other parties either didn't care, saw it just like Blitz did, or had no idea Blitz could be *that* freaking blind. 

Example:

Millie goofily referring to Stolas as Blitz's ‘boyfriend’ to her parents. Blitz responds as if she's disrespectfully joining in with Stolas’ thoughtless making a mockery of his feelings just to tease him, rather than being affectionately cheeky about this odd but kind of cute situationship he has going on and ‘pretends’ to be in denial about.

-

ALL OF THIS makes what he said when he blew up at Stolas make perfect sense.

... and it also means Stolas misheard it as 'he thinks I'm just some shallow sex fiend using him for pleasure' instead of 'he's mad at me because I sounded like all my attempts to be nice to him were just a messed up powerplay, despite me meaning every word of it'

To Stolas, Blitz thinking he'd be that shallow is far easier to believe because it's the most obviously logical, AND it's also kind of his worst fear at that point. 

The notion of his genuine interest and tenderness being consistently misread, by comparison, is a pretty strange mental twist, it *almost* makes no sense at all

'When did I ever play with his feelings, it can't be all the times I tried to be nice to him with no strings attached because I really meant that in earnest... so it's gotta be the sex arrangement he's mad over??'

No wonder he took it the way he did.

-

Now, for my third section - it's quite the tragicomedy that their first reunion as adults was a whole pile-up of giving each other inaccurate impressions of what the other one actually wanted.

'Are you here to ravish me' = oh okay, owl do be randy??? thinketh a Blitz

'Oh hey there buddy, want me to ravish you then~?' = oh uh wow uh um ok he's here because he's actually for real into me????? wondereth a Stolas

and then they just kept that little 'roleplay' of trying to give the other what they thought they wanted from each other going, assuming that was the actual primary motivation of the other (when really Blitz was there for the book and Stolas had no idea what he was getting himself into and he was just making shit up on the fly half sloshed).

They pretty much *showed* each other that yes, they do in fact want-a-da-sex from each other, pretty explicitly,

and the deal they struck was just a convenient excuse to keep seeing each other.

It's not that hard to see how Stolas' thinking went there... 

‘Hey so, that was the most amazing thing ever and oh my goodness me, if Blitz actually likes me that way and as an aside he can use the grimoire too, um, well, tee hee hee? maybe we can make it a regular thing officially~?’

He called it favours for favours, but really it's sex for sex, and the grimoire's kind of a bonus tossed in because it makes a neat story, for as far as he's concerned. He clearly didn't have any intentions of withholding it if Blitz wanted a different arrangment.

'Let's keep having dates under this little fun guise of borrowing my book, because hee hee hoo hoo that's a neat dramatic plot device just like in my novels'

He only way later clues into the implications of 'wait shit he does actually really need that book for real, this is kinda messed up despite never intending to lord it over him like this'.

Stolas *would* be the kind of dork to think of it like some romance story where the fated lovers come up with some cover story to continue their passionate forbidden tryst

... and it also makes scheduling really simple, HAH. 

(I mean scheduling can be *such* a pain in the ass, anyone who's ever played DnD would know that well enough, right~? Consistency is key ehehehehe.)

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

Favorite routes in the games based on each aspect! Let's go:

Gameplay-Mason: His whole route feels like a genuine survival horror game. You know the main character of whatever route you choose is probably going to kill you, but Mason's requires resource management and has tons of different hazards. Couple this with the amount of variation in endings, and it was a great time. I was real proud of myself when I figured out how to get him with the bear trap without a guide. The look of terror on his face when he realized what happened was amazing. If they could put that in a sauce, I would put it on everything.

Music-Derek: The soundtrack fucks. That's all there is to it.

Atmosphere-Fox: It was a terrifying ride where I knew every click was going to unlock a sound effect I couldn't unhear. It towed the line between not as bad as I thought and somehow way worse than I thought. The whole thing taking place in total darkness with the exception of the screens set the tone perfectly.

Worldbuilding-Lawrence: Love his backstory and the whole concept of The River. I'm glad we don't get to know much about it, and we see even less of it, adding to its mystique. I like to imagine it as a giant sentient creature that draws all manner of dead beings to it for some unknowable purpose.

Character-Ren(BTD2): He's an absolute treasure. His problems and motivations are somehow completely strange yet deeply relatable. Ren's depth and characterization is boundless. Somehow literally everything he says or does is hilarious (what do you mean you're surprised I tried to sneak out?!? Why wouldn't you assume that's the first thing I would do?!?). Dude belongs in a Russian novel or something.

Would love to get other people's thoughts. Mod-Demon, I am terribly sorry for clowning on the name 'Larry'. Please forgive 😭😭😭

-☢️

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[thelonelyshore-if]

:re MC driving out of Easthaven with Ravi successfully...

I really want to know how Jay and Grace would have reacted to learning about it...

Or Croft,,, Imagine planning your pitch to escape for newbie and they just drive out before you even talk to them... with RAVI of all people....

In truth, they all would assume that Ravi and MC died. Jay and Grace don't believe that you can leave. Croft might think that somehow this newcomer figured out what they've struggled to (as much it would vex them), but they don't believe for a second that Ravi would be able to leave alive.

But, if we're talking a world in which somehow they knew for a fact MC and Ravi got out--Grace would be a little disturbed, but mostly because she would want to know how they managed it. She doesn't necessarily want to leave--she has a life here, her kids have lives here, her husband's bones are out in the forest somewhere--but if it's possible, she would want to know.

Jay would be happy for MC, and would miss Ravi terribly. They'd be worried that Ravi is unhappy, all the way out there...but would be relieved for him, too. Maybe now he can get some peace from the fog.

And yeah lmao Croft would be spiting mad. Absolutely furious.

[starrgirll444]

𝓜EET 𝓣HE ✶ 𝓑AND

　　　　　　ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : tokio hotel members aka selene's BFFS ✶⋆.˚

some people have friends, some people have groups they hang out with. and then there’s us—family would be a better word to describe our dynamic. you don't get just one of us without the rest.

　— one inside joke, and the whole group is gone, doubled over, even if were in an interview or something important.

　— one of our names gets brought up? people instantly think of all of us

　— if one of us falls, the rest are already catching them

　— if one of us wins, the whole group is celebrating like it’s our victory- because for us it is.

　— if someone tries to mess with one of us? they won't make that mistake again.

　　　　　　 we⠀⠀ are⠀⠀tokio ⠀⠀hotel⠀ ⠀！

ᯓ★ BILL

singer . 20 . ESFP . virgo . black cat . cigarettes and dark eyeshadow . always stealing my leather jackets . 10 min long voice recordings . chipped nail polish

literally the sweetest sunshine under layers of dark eyeshadow and leather jackets, looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll, the voice of an angel, one of the smartest stupidest people you will ever meet, extremely intuitive and always knows how to cheer you up, could talk your ear off for hours without breathing, absolutely NOT a morning person- don’t even try waking him up if u value your life, always running late, extremely caring and loyal without question

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★TOM

guitarist . 20 . ESTJ . virgo . icon . snapbacks and loud music . breaking my guitars . random facetime calls at 4am . color coordinating outfits

my evil twin fr, looks like they could kill you and would probably kill you, extremely talented but only when he wants to be, couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag if they tried, defends you without question, barges into my room at all hours of the day, extremely competitive and is the reason monopoly is banned from our friend group, can get ready in 30 seconds, will make you laugh in the worst situations

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ GEORG

bassist . 21 . ENTP . aries . sarcastic mf . vodka and swearing . always gets the last word . the most out of pocket texts in the gc . silly graphic tees

absolutely zero filter whatsoever, looks like a cinnamon roll but would probably kill you, i’ll do it if you do it energy 24/7, sleep schedule is basically non existent, the messiest perfectionist you’ll ever meet, comes up with the most random dangerous activities for no reason, will keep playing a video game until he wins, will argue with anyone for fun, weirdly good listener but terrible advice giver

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ GUSTAV

drummer . 21 . ISFP . virgo . “mom” of the group . converse and caffine . morning person . leaves the gc on open 24/7 . oversized sweaters

always keeps us in check, looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll, sassiest mf ever like okay miss diva, cryptic threatening text messages if you wake him up, always on time for everything, professional listener and gives amazing advice, literally always tired, will give you judging (insane side eye) looks but yk he will support you no matter what

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ and ofc... SELENE

singer/guitarist . 20 . ESTP . gemini . icon . gold jewelry and leather jackets . adrenaline junkie . spamming the gc in the middle of the night . digital camera attached to the hip

cannot sit still to save her life, looks like they could kill you and would probably kill you, playing her guitar at 4am bc she can, terrible at expressing emotions but is good at cheering you up, does not know how to stop talking ever, manically deep cleaning the apartment at 7am, goes thru 10+ skateboards a month, ride or die friend and literally never shuts up abt them

[icy-watch]

That mother flipper ate Morro. I am beyond mad rn.

Altho, he did say "In the afterlife, anything is possible." So, it's entirely possible that Morro can come back at some point. I really hope so bc he does not deserve to go out that way. It'd just be terrible writing.

Rogue confirmed that Arin's parent are still alive, and he knows where there are. It has something to do with the weird cemetery. I think I mentioned in a response to someone or in a reblog, but I'm thinking that they've probably lost their memory and are being kept somewhere.

Also, on Rogue, I wrote something up on my main account a while back. It's about how his mind was shattered and how there might be a way to fix it. But his mind will never be the same again. It's all based on kintsugi, which is this art form and a way to repair pieces of broken pottery. If they ever do manage to cure his shattered soul, I do believe he will never quite be the Jay we all once knew and love. Bits of him will shine thru, absolutely, but there will always be pieces of him that will never quite be whole.

I don't know if they'll go that route with him - or if he'll ever truly be Jay again - but for me, personally, it'd be a very interesting way to kill of the old Jay and bring in the new Jay. If all of that makes sense.

And Arin. I'm am going to say this loudly, with my whole chest here: All of this feels like it's setting up Arin to be the next Green Ninja. It really feels like with him going off and wandering around with an antagonist and being a part of releasing an ancient being that can create mass destruction and death, they're setting it up for Arin to eventually take on Lloyd's mantel of the Green Ninja.

Stories, especially in Ninjago, are circular. Like a snake biting its tail. Things have a habit of repeating themselves in odd ways. And just from what I've particularly seen in this season - especially towards the end - it really does feel like it.

Ok, there are a few more days left to vote on the poll for the next series for me to reblog. If you haven't already, vote here. If you're unsure of what to vote for, I made a randomized wheel here. I'll y'all in a few days with the final results. Until then!

Correct and incorrect predictions below the cut.

Correct

The Fab 5 will free Thunderfang before the end of the season. I mean, it was pretty obvious.

Sora is def going to be the 1 who reunites with Arin. Hi. Hello. Ouch. I'm still crying.

We'll see Morro again in the Spectral Lands. We did!

Rogue will try and stop Arin and Ras from reaching the Temple of the Dragon Cores. And there will be this whole big fight. And he did! Well, try, that is. They still got there, in spite of him.

Arin and Sora will have a conversation in ep8. They did! Not the conversation I expected them to have, but they did converse. Which means Ras got to keep the rest of his fur.

Arin is going to go back to Ras, and Sora's going to join them. I was right!

Incorrect

Pixal will have more information about Wu, but it's going to take her some time to sort it all out. This really would have been a good way to hint about what's been going on with him.

The prismatic blade with Ras and Arin will be the last 1 the Fab 5 go after. Technically, Drix got a 2 for 1 deal by going after that 1 and the 1 Lloyd had. While it was the last blade gathered, it wasn't really the last 1 they went after.

Arin will be the 1 to cut the last chain and free Thunderfang. Thankfully, no.

The prismatic blades do something weird to spinjitsu. Actually, that would have been cool.

1 of the ninja will manage to track down Arin, Ras, and Rogue and participate in the fight. Sadly, nobody did.

Zarkt will try and make a comeback. He will stay as a failman for the rest of his life.

They'll that Rogue is Jay in ep7. RIP.

Drix and the Draconians grabbed Ras and the hamer for something with Thunderfang. Lol. Nope. For a fight with Nokt.

Lloyd is obviously going to be the 1 to take down Thunderfang. And Arin's going to be a part of it. RIP to Icy. Lloyd died. It was aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall Arin.

Partial

Nya, Kai, and Wyldfyre will find Jay. I mean, they were all there at the arcade, and at the very end. But it was really just Nya who truly found him.

Nya, Kai, and Wyldfyre are going to find Jay in an arcade. Sort of. They did go to an arcade, Kai beat Jay's high score, and Jay beat Kai's high score without even having to be in the room.

Zane's going to stumble across Pixal, altho her memory's going to be a little scrambled. He did, but her memory wasn't scrambled. She was powered down for over 6 years.

Unconfirmed

The Fab 5 have a connection with the Oni. I'm getting the feeling this is incorrect, but it was never confirmed in canon.

Ras's master is Thunderfang. Nothing has been confirmed or denied about this. Yet.

Roby looks ok, but he's still sick internally. Most likely incorrect, but I'm getting the feeling that he's still not fully cured.

Something in the Spectral Lands will cure Roby. Goes along with the previous.

[dragonsfortune]

hey man do you have any other thoughts on the "naoto p5 protag" au

(i say as i shake you violently)

BOY DO I [Maraca sfx] yeowchers my head

Im gonna put it under a read more cuz this got out of hand very quickly lmao

The timeline is majorly changed so that p4 takes place sssomewhere around 2015-ish? As soon as the IT get done with Yu's fool's journey and lift the fog from Inaba, Naoto gets arrested on false charges in another town. [Timeline might change somewhat in the future but for now this is all I got lmao]

Because theyre in a different town and there isnt someone like Dojima to back them up, its back to being looked down on for being young. Though Naotos able to handle it much better, it still means that their reputation among the police is uhhh, not so great, especially since they have such a blunt attitude. So combine the fact that Shido has these cops in his pocket AND the cops dont really like Naoto? Yeah theyre gonna 'believe' Shido over Naoto.

SO Naotos arrested, the trial is astronomically short due to so much corruption [and so i can make the timelines fit together but shhh] and twinktective is sent to Shujin to "straighten out."

Sidebar: while looking into it, i found out that Shujin is like, pretty prestigious for a school(I THINK) and was wondering why a delinquent would be allowed to attend. As far as i could tell Kobayakawa just wanted Shujin to have the rep of "fixing" delinquents i think? At least thats the reasoning im using here, because then Kobayakawa sees an opportunity to spin a narrative, like this: The well regarded “First Detective Prince” has fallen from grace, committing a terrible act of assault for some reason or other [I imagine the courts make up some reason abt Naoto ‘acting out due to perceived disrespect’] and with this criminal record, the previously acclaimed teen detective finds his options for school limited. But! in comes the gracious principal of Shujin Academy, offering to accept the delinquent into his school and help him get back on track. Shujin’s reputation increases as they manage to put the famous detective prince "back on track." side side bar: No matter what pronouns you use for Naoto, in this au i imagine they present as male in public and for the sake of their job. I imagine the matter of his AGAB wouldnt come up in court either cause it wouldnt help prosecution, Naoto being male just helps them story wise. Back to regular sidebar. I imagine with Naotos popularity and Shujin being the rumor mill it is, most people already knew somethin was up with their sudden transfer to Shujin, but the details were kinda vague at first. Initial rumors suggested it was an urgent case in the area [Maybe there were rumors they were investigating Kaneshiro, or even Kamoshida] but then Naotos criminal record was leaked and now everyone knows about "the detective that assaulted someone." The difference from Akiren here is that a lot more rumors are about Naoto being a corrupt detective - absolutely wild rumors like "I heard he killed a buncha guys and was able to cover it up cuz hes a detective" and "he definitely covers up evidence for his criminal buddies" and theres at least one rumor out there insinuating that they were an accomplice to Adachi but got away scot-free, which Naoto fuckin hates. Also, i think Kobayakawa would encourage the leaking of Naotos criminal record because it adds to his narrative. So really its Kamoshida AND Kobayakawa behind that here. wow this was a long sidebar, anyways-

Yeah so on their way to Yongen-Jaya, they see the metaverse app and then experience time freezing. They see the giant pillar of fire before things return to normal and immediately connect it to shadow bullshit.

They shoot off a heads up to the IT [who Naotos been in contact throughout this whole ordeal] before continuing on.

They find Leblanc, where they meet Sojiro who says Naoto will be living there for the same reasons as canon [A regular is acquainted with Naotos Grandfather]. Though their first impressions of eachother are a lot rockier than in canon, what with Sojiro going on about not sticking their nose into other peoples business and Naoto having been a professional at exactly that. Naoto is forced to hold their tongue because he IS housing them and also is their legal guardian during probation. Anyways, they clean up the attic a bit before fallin asleep and officially meet the Velvet Room. Should be noted that Igor here still has the squeaky voice cause otherwise i think he'd be caught like, so fast. They get the general rundown, barely get any answers before they wake up and IMMEDIATELY snitch to the IT. Yu especially is a bit surprised, since this means Naotos a wildcard now but he reassures them that yeah, the Velvet Room is cryptic like that. [maybe theres a bit of suspicion but regrettably i dont know that much about the Velvet Room to really confirm that]

ANYWAYS Sojiro takes them to Shujin the next day, they get their uniform, Kawakami is introduced as their homeroom teacher and the general rundown of their situation is explained. The detective prince title is prolly brought up atleast once.

then its first day of school!!! Yippee!!!

At this point, my thoughts on everything are pretty scattered and the logic is sometimes held together with sticks and midnight delusions so bear with me:

Naoto heads out, briefly runs into Ann and Kamoshida, meets Ryuji and then mmaaybe? notices the whole transition into the Metaverse? Or feels somethin off but since theres no visual change until the castle they dont outwardly react. UNTIL they actually see the castle.

Through reasons i havent fully thought out yet, they go into the castle [Running idea atm is that Ryuji just kinda heads in and Naoto is baffled at this display of nonchalance and is forced to follow? Idk this the same dude that asks the weird knights if theyre students so i think hes just accepting the stiuation at face value in this moment. or trying to act cool]. They encounter the Knight Shadows, but since theyre horrifically unarmed, Naoto and Ryuji get caught off guard and are captured.

Theyre in the dungeon, Ryujis life is in danger and Naoto "reawakens" a persona. I say "reawaken" because similar to Akechi, Naoto gets 2 main personas: Yamato-Sumeragi(True Self) and a new persona, Du Vall(Spirit of Rebellion). Naotos status as a wildcard means that their True Self and their Spirit of Rebellion get to manifest as two different Personas :}. Also mostly my excuse to draw up a persona design lmao

They escape the cell, meet Morgana, who lowkey beefs with them cuz wdym you know about shadows and have a persona but still got captured 🤨🤨🤨 Naoto does not need this pointed out.

finally, they get out of the metaverse with Morganas help, at which point they lie to police because Naoto knows that saying "we were in a castle" will just get them checked for drugs.

And thats the most of my notes atm! Admittedly this is as far as ive gotten, not counting my scattered thoughts abt this au which i WILL share here:

Akechi is of course still here and is still titled as the "second detective prince" though people definitely like him more now. Especially police, because funnily enough i think the biggest difference in how either one of them is received by police comes down to charisma. Naoto has fucking terrible charisma in comparison to "Pleasant Boy" Akechi.

Prior to Naotos Arrest, Akechi probably looked up to/envied his predecessor. However After Naotos arrest, that view kinda switches up to where Akechi feels some sort of superiortiy over them. Smthn smthn even with all the resources Naoto was born into[fifth generation of the famed Shirogane detectives] they still managed to lose it all while Akechi earned all his acclaim through his own merit and clawed his way to the top despite being born with nothing. Atleast thats how Akechi views things.

Naoto Spirit of Rebellion Persona is based on Claude Du Vall, a French Highwayman who, according to legend, abhorred violence and was courteous to his victims. He was said to be a Noble man before falling into a life of robbery, which i think fits with Naoto being a detective "Prince" who becomes the leader of a band of thieves.

Im lowkey playing around with the idea of Rise transffering to shujin because i admit, im a Naorise truther o7. AND this Au is self indulgent in the first place. Though id have to figure out how she fits into things then... other than her, I know Yu is somewhere nearby, probably at a different school [mmmaybe Kosei?] or smthn.

Speaking of them, i think the IT probably also get a confidant link, but as a group.

I like to think the personas have some semblance of sentience in this au so Yamato and Du Vall are in Naotos ear like, 24/7 lmao

AND thats all for now :D I deffo want to develop this au more though so hopefully i can share more in the near future :} feel free to ask abt anything specific also!

[platoapproved]

armand + a few offhand lines that give some insight into how he thinks (imho)

[bunnieswithknives]

Okay but does Peri KNOW that Dev has a robotic leg when he shows up? Something about the fact that Peri's wand is a cane and the fact that Dev could have kept his leg and just had a cane for the rest of his life instead tickles my brain.

I mean he doesn't know immediately, he wasn't like briefed or anything, but he basically lives in Dev's house so he definitely finds out. Peri doesn't comment on or react to it all though really, there's no reason for him to think anything of it, plenty of people have missing limbs, a lot of people are born without them, it doesn't necessarily mean anything sinister happened. He had no reason to pry or ask and I think Peri's lack of reaction to it helped Dev feel a bit more comfortable in his skin. (Not by much but.. a little bit.)