#Four Flies Records

[burlveneer-music]

VA - AFRICAMORE - The Afro-Funk side of Italy (1973-1978)

Continuing Four Flies' dedication to delving into lesser-explored periods of Italian music, Africamore takes us on a captivating journey into the intersection of Afro-funk and the Italian soundscape during the six years between 1973 and 1978 - a time when disco was looming on the horizon and the nightclub market was rapidly expanding. Before reaching Italian shores, the infectious sound originating from African and Afro-Caribbean roots traversed both the Mediterranean and the Atlantic, landing on New York dancefloors, where DJ Dave Mancuso discovered "Soul Makossa" by Manu Dibango. In 1973, from Mancuso's Loft parties, the song's hypnotic groove spread to the rest of the globe, including in Italy, where it sparked a wave of imitations and variations. Tribal influences thus found their way into Italian soul-funk and early-disco productions released between 1973 and 1978 – from psychedelic-tinged tunes like Jean Paul & Angelique's "Africa Sound" to the Afrobeat-inspired club banger "Kumbayero" by composer/producer Albert Verrecchia (aka Weyman Corporation); and from groundbreaking Afro-cosmic songs like Chrisma's "Amore", co-written by Vangelis and featuring the rhythms of Ghanaian-British Afro-rock band Osibisa, to mind-blowing floor-fillers like Beryl Cunningham's "Why O", a re-write of Nat King Cole's "Calypso Blues" arranged by Paolo Ormi, with percussion breaks that sound pretty much like what would later become known as techno. Combining feel-good vibes with driving rhythms, world-style percussion, and even synths, all these productions pushed the boundaries of dance music at a time when disco had not yet taken over. In doing so, they sowed many of the seeds of the later Italian cosmic scene and its unique mixture of African elements, disco-funk and electronic music. This was a brief but nuanced period in Italian music history, one that deserves to be rediscovered, with love. Africamore is due out on March 22nd and will be available as a gatefold 2LP and digipak CD. Both formats come with stunning artwork by Kathrin Remest and liner notes by Pierpaolo De Sanctis and Elena Miraglia. 

#Bandcamp #disco #afrofunk #italy #70s #compilation #various artists #four flies records

[trevlad-sounds]

Wednesday 6 September Mixtape 365 “Nueva Frequencies”

Synth Electronica Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Sophos-Nueva vida 00:31

SW.-Untitled B1 05:15

Gidge-Fauna, Pt II 10:46

The Science Fiction Corporation-The End of the Robot 17:55

Jonathan Fitoussi-Orion 20:12

Belbury Poly-Sticks and Stones 23:37

Emeralds-Does It Look Like I'm Here? 27:03

Psyché-Hekate 32:02

John Beltran-Collage Of Dreams 36:37

Caterina Barbieri-Sufyosowirl 42:02

Luke Abbott-Modern Driveway - Mixed 47:27

Dark fidelity HiFi-soft focus 52:37

Eden Grey-Grey Rain and Silver Clouds 57:22

Norken-More Frequencies 1:01:28

#Sophos #Cyclical Dreams #SW. #Apollo Records #Gidge #Atomnation #The Science Fiction Corporation #Finders Keepers Records #Jonathan Fitoussi #Belbury Poly #Ghost Box #Emeralds #Ghostly International #Psyché #Four Flies Records #John Beltran #Peacefrog Records #Caterina Barbieri #light-years #Luke Abbott #DJ History #Dark fidelity HiFi #Eden Grey #Triplicate Records #Norken

[teofilattodeileonzi]

(Four Flies Records)

#SoundCloud #music #Four Flies Records

[incorrectbatfam]

May I have more gen alpha Damian but as Robin? This little boy is a menace to the rouges ... I love this idea 💖💖💖💖💖

Riddler: Riddle me this.

Damian: *starts recording on his smart watch*

Riddler: The first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great man, while the entire word signifies a great woman. What is the word?

Damian's watch: Heroine.

———————

Joker: You see, little birdie, it all started with One Bad Day—

Damian: *plays the world's smallest violin*

———————

Freeze: With the press of a button, I will ice over the entire Gotham Harbor!

Damian: Cringe.

———————

Hatter: *posts a TikTok monologue threatening the batfam*

Damian: *stitches himself yawning and falling asleep*

———————

Croc: *roars*

Damian: *pulls out the All-Blades*

Croc: ?

Damian: My brother got the DLC.

———————

Harley: *launches her confetti cannon*

*single piece of confetti falls out*

Damian, clapping: Go girl give us nothing.

———————

Clayface: *attacks Damian*

Damian: *rips out a chunk of clay*

Damian: *starts playing with it like slime*

———————

Scarecrow: I've got you now.

Damian: Imagine being a grown man beefing with a middle schooler. Couldn't be me.

———————

Ivy: *ties him up with her plants*

Damian, a vegan: *chomp*

———————

Damian: What are your pronouns so I can eviscerate you properly?

Two-Face: ...

Two-Face: He/they.

———————

Ra's: It's just you and me, my disgraced heir. Let's finish this duel once and for all.

Damian: *taps his phone*

Jon: *flies in and pummels Ra's*

Jon: Thank you for ordering from SüberDefeats! Be sure to share your feedback.

Damian: *tips Jon and leaves five stars*

#damian wayne #robin #riddler #joker #mr freeze #mad hatter #killer croc #harley quinn #clayface #scarecrow #poison ivy #two face #ra's al ghul #jon kent #superboy #super sons #gotham rogues #league of assassins #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics

[s-4pphics]

click! 3 (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 7.4k 

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a rep and black :3, crack, light smut [masturbation], sexual tension… it’s starting, light angst, weed, brief mention of suicide, pretty cute tbh

one. two. four.

A/N: hi stinks :3 i’m obsessed with them….. taking my time with these two hope yall like it LOL bye

Butterflies are fluttering, birds are chirping, and the crops are watered when you wake. You slept through the entire night, and the beast inside you is satisfied. 

But the gorgeous scenery in your mind dies in an instant when you recall what the fuck you did last night. Maybe you are a low-down, dirty whore, just like your roomie said. She has the audacity to terrorize your subconscious enough to actually feature in one of your meat-beat sessions. Not only that, but you busted in two minutes to the thought of her demanding you to fix a window that isn’t even broken. 

You… are a hoe. How awkward. You just wanted to fight her days ago, and now your pussy’s got a crush. Not you, your pussy. You accepted that you and your cunt are two separate entities a long time ago. 

You lay in your bed, eyes melting holes into the ceiling; What the fuck is going on?

Ellie… sex… her asking for head… you asking for head from her… The math isn’t mathing. Ellie’s gay as a bitch, you know that for a fact, but why her? The math has never mathed, actually. You’re going to fail statistics, speaking of… Is statistics considered math? 

It’s still freezing in your apartment. Is Ellie still not back yet? Your shared space is never this silent or cold; A rat could be crawling around in search of cheese and you would hear it like a hounddog. 

You throw your blankets off and instantly regret it; You’re shocked snow isn’t falling from inside your fucking apartment. It has to be negative thirty in this bitch. If Ellie’s asleep, you don’t know how she survived the night. 

Your knees crack as you quietly pull your door open, light creaks from the hardwood sounding your walk to Ellie’s bedroom. You can’t imagine how crazy you look, ear pressed against her door, listening for any movement to prove that she’s alive and not a fucking block of ice. 

Either you’re hallucinating, or she’s mumbling in her sleep. Her voice is hushed and croaky, supposedly asking if Spider-man stole her fucking lunch money to pay the Pope back for stealing… something; You can’t pick up what she said from out here. Your hand flies over your mouth to hide a laugh. She must be exhausted; When did she get back last night? 

You let her sleep-talk in peace and head to the kitchen to brew your coffee. You really beat off to that bonehead. Go figure. 

For the first time since Ellie moved in, you’re gone before her. 

You’re strolling the icy streets, strutting to your heart’s content, Tina Snow vibrating your eardrums. Last night’s nut really did something incredible to your spirit; You’ve never felt lighter. One more unsuspecting gust of wind and you’re taking flight, for sure. Your brain gives subconscious Ellie knuckles. 

You burst through the coffee shop like you own it, silently celebrating when you realize there’s no line. You order and receive your dark drink in record time, taking a seat by the large window at the back of the shop. What gorgeous scenery! 

Your cup is almost empty when your phone vibrates on the table. It’s Maymay! You answer with the brightest smile. “My babyyy— “

“Bitch, cut the shit! Fuck you! Why haven’t you called?” She yells through the line. 

“Well, uh…” You almost committed arson in your building! “Just… just school stuff! You wouldn’t know about that, Ms. Celebrity!” 

Your best friend giggles, “Shut up! I’m a D-lister at most!” You shake your head in denial; That internship program doesn’t understand the blessing that Amaya holds. Her ear is godsend and she comprehends sound like no other. 

“How’s the roomie thing going? I haven’t heard much!” 

Oh, fuck. “… Fine.” 

She’s silent for a second, “The fuck does that mean?” 

Your fingernail snaps between your teeth. “I mean it’s fine, just like I said.” 

Amaya hums, clearly suspicious, “… Whatever you say, then.” 

“Yup.” 

She snorts. “Anyway… what’re you doing for Chri— “

“Ellie made me bust with her telepathy.” This is not the conversation you should be having in a coffee shop, but if people heard you, fuck it. 

“… Bitch… What?” 

“I didn’t wanna tell you, okay? I didn't! Incel made her way into my fucking brain and I busted! Sue me!” 

Silence passes, and then there’s laughter from the other line. “Are you high right now?” 

“No, it’s fucking nine in the morning— “

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a lil’ wake-and-bake— “

“I just told you I mentally fucked my roomie and that’s what you say?” 

She sighs, “I mean… I saw the picture you sent me. She's not ugly. Doesn’t seem like your type, though.” 

“She’s not my type! I thought about her for two seconds on accident and I came! Abby couldn’t even get me there and she—” 

“Woah, woah, pause… Abby couldn’t get you where?” 

“Not a location, bitch. I couldn’t bust!” A sharp gasp from her. Your brows furrow, “What?” 

“Oh, bitch…”

“What, Maya?” 

You hear the smile in her tone, “You gotta crush?” 

You gag, “Fuck no! Have you lost your mind! My…” You pause and check to see if anyone’s near. Nobody. You whisper-shout into the speaker, “My pussy’s crushing!” 

Amaya sucks her teeth in annoyance, “Girl…”

“It’s true! You know she gotta mind of her own! I can’t do anything about that!” 

Your bestie’s snickering to herself, “Whatever you say, mama. But for someone that thinks with her clit… you might wanna have a conversation with her. You know her better than anybody.” 

You’re stunned to say the least. You love Amaya to death, but she’s batshit crazy to suggest that you’re crushing on someone like Ellie. She called you a worthless tramp in broad daylight, for fucks sake. She wasn’t entirely wrong, but it still stung a little. 

You sip your coffee, “I love you… I gotta go.” 

“Mhm…” You hate how sure she sounds. “Love you, too.” 

You nervously twiddle your fingers until your first class, the day dragging even more than usual. Mainly due to the fact that you’re wondering if Amaya was right. Your lectures feel like a blur; All you can think about is Ellie. The spot-covered hermit. Squash-loving loser with a decent nose… and decent hands… and decently toned arms. 

Your pussy squeezes in the middle of class when you briefly envision them wrapped around you, and it sends a shockwave to your brain. 

Oh, shit. 

Raja was sweet enough to cover your shift for you; You can’t focus on credit card sales today. 

The second you enter your freezing apartment, you hear quiet sobs. Ellie sits at the small table as she scrolls through her phone, forms scattered all over the glass. She’s sniffling and wiping her face with her hoodie sleeve, and your brows crease. 

You shut the door behind you before making your way over to her. Not too close, though. 

“Uhh… you good?” 

“Yeah.” Her voice breaks, and something shifts in you. Somewhere in your chest. Why’re her cheeks so red?

“… You sure?” You cringe. 

“I said yeah.” 

She clearly doesn’t want to chat. Whatever’s going on, she can handle on her own. She doesn’t need coddling, especially from you. Why’re you still standing here?

“I, uh… I found a Snicker’s.” You slip. 

Ellie finally faces you, clearly confused. Why can’t you just shut the hell up for once? Another shift from your chest at her teary eyes. 

“What?” 

“I mean, uh, I bought a Snicker’s. Like, candy.” You pull said bar from your puffer pocket. You did buy it for Abby for when you see her to study, but it looks like your roomie needs it more. 

“… Okay?” 

You pull out and hand the wrapped chocolate out to her, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.” 

Her eyes switch between your face and the candy bar; She doesn’t look impressed. Maybe she’s allergic to nuts! You knew you should’ve got the fucking Sour Straws—

“Thanks.” 

You barely register her taking the bar, her cold fingers brushing against yours. Another zap in your brain. She rips it open and eats it in silence. An awkward chuckle from you, “Is it yummy?” You expect her to tell you to fuck off, but she doesn’t. She just nods and chews. 

Your nosiness gets the best of you, discreetly inspecting the forms on the table. A bunch of random names are crossed out in her notebook, a couple of signed forms crumpled up and raggedy. You don’t know what any of this means. 

“You’re not slick.” Ellie talks with her mouth full.

“Hm?” 

“You’re really gonna read my shit like that?” 

You take a seat next to her, “… I didn’t.” 

“Okay,” She mumbles. “Remember…” She scratches at her ear, “Remember that booking that got canceled because of the storm?” You nod. She swallows the last bits of her candy. “I was supposed to take pictures of this couple before their wedding, but…” 

“They, uh… They don’t wanna reschedule. Said it’s too hectic because of the holidays and there’s not enough time.” 

You hum, “Okay… So, what does that mean?” 

“I can’t submit my portfolio without those pictures. And it fucked my money up.” 

“Damn… how much were they paying?” 

She scoffs, “A lot. I don’t even wanna think about how much I lost trying to get the setup right.” 

You ponder for a second, “I mean, I’m sure there’s other people who want nice pics. You’ve been hustling this whole time— “

She interrupts, “I don’t wanna hustle anymore. I’m… I’m tired. It’s fucking exhausting doing promotions by yourself.” 

You hear the stress in her voice, and you feel for her. Being a full-time creative can be pretty shitty at times. Most times. The amount of attempts you’ve had in commissioning in your lifetime is astronomical; Some pick-ups, lots of disappointment. 

“What was the shoot about? Like… the scene, I guess.” 

Ellie nibbles at her lip, “Romance.” 

“Boooring,” You joke. Ellie doesn’t laugh, so you cough awkwardly. “You gotta come up with a new plan, I guess. It’s all about the grind mentality.” 

“You sound like a misogynist with a podcast.” 

You chuckle and she continues, “There’s no new plan. The portfolio I’m submitting is based on emotion. It’s not… complete if love isn’t somewhere in there. That’s how I see it.” 

“Speaking of see, can I?” You arch your brow, “Your portfolio, I mean.” 

“No.” She says plainly. 

“Wha— why not? You saw my paintings!” 

“They’re on the wall… in the living room. There’s no other choice but to look at them.” 

“Bro, what the fuck. You’re not the only visualist in this house! I might have some pointers you could use!” 

“I don’t need pointers from you.” Aggravation clouds her pupils. You try not to take offense to that, but it doesn’t work. 

“Why the fuck not?” You glare. 

Her tone gets louder, “Because you wouldn’t understand it! Why do you wanna help so badly, anyway!”

“I’m—“ But you don’t know what to say. Why do you want to help? Ellie squints, awaiting your answer, but nothing comes out. You’re uncomfortable; It’s suddenly not that cold in here. 

“Whatever. Forget I asked!” You rise and march to your room. Another slammed door, another pending noise complaint. 

Ellie hasn’t talked to you in days, and you’re not sure why it’s bothering you. You’ve been sending her looks throughout the entire stats lecture, but she hasn’t acknowledged you once. She’s just scribbling and tapping her ballpoint on her notebook. Her notetaking seems very intense from where you sit, her eyes scanning the board. 

Does Ellie like math? Or logistics? Or whatever statistics is considered? Curiosity pokes at you; You don’t know much about your roommate. You’ve been living together for nearly a month, and you haven’t had one valuable conversation yet. What about photography interests Ellie so much? Why does she enjoy disgusting vegetables? When did she get her tattoo? Is she actually gay or are you a dickhead for assuming? 

Your venturing thoughts makes class fly by; Another successful day of not taking useful notes! 

Ellie’s packing her run-down backpack and you watch. She’s meticulously placing her books on top of each, at least from what you can see from the big hole on the side. Her headphones are thrown on, and in one swift motion, her bag is on her shoulder and she’s heading towards the door, holding it open for everyone leaving. 

You swiftly pack and walk towards the exit. Ellie’s too distracted by her phone to notice you turn the corner to watch her. All the students vacant the room, and she lets the door shut. You follow from a distance as she moves towards the staircase, down the steps, out into the quad and onto the open field. She pauses, so you do too. 

You follow her line of vision, right at the sky. It’s pretty today: the sun’s peeking out, just barely, from underneath the dark gray clouds, rays of light highlighting various sections of the quad. 

Ellie unzips and digs in her bag, retrieving the olive-green polaroid before setting her bag down on the frosted grass. She maneuvers around the grass, trying to avoid obstruction from the trees, adjusting her stance, picking the best angle before holding her camera up. One quick flash, and she’s holding a photo of the sky. 

She shakes the picture a bit before squatting to search through her bag, pulling out a large binder and placing the photo in a laminated encasing. You can’t see any of the pictures in detail, but there must be a lot in there. That binder is thick as fuck. 

And just like that, she’s off into the cold. 

You wonder what else is in that binder. 

You’re starving. The second you get that direct deposit, you’re whipping up something fierce. Shrimp and eggplant have been calling your name for weeks; You’re ravenous for it. 

You run up to the apartment to snag a granola bar, Ellie already in the kitchen, propped against the counter eating Kraft mac and cheese. 

You shut the door behind you, “Wonderful weather we’re having, isn’t it?” 

Ellie stops chewing, eyes large and soft cheeks filled with creamy noodles. “Hm?” 

You walk to the cupboards, mouthwatering for Nature Valley, “It’s just beautiful outside! The trees, the sky! Almost pretty enough to paint, ain’t it!” 

More chewing. She just shrugs, but you’re not having it, “I wish I gotta picture!” 

“… Go take one.” 

“Oh, my fucking god,” you mutter to yourself, “Can I see the picture you took earlier?” 

“… How’d you know— “

“The details aren’t important! I was thinkiiing,” you rip open the wrapping, “if I can’t see your portfolio, I can see that giant photo book you have!” 

She glances around awkwardly, “Were you watching me earlier?” 

“… Well, yes— “

“What the fu— why?” 

“I like seeing people do shit they enjoy.” You shrug and bite your bar. Ellie isn’t looking at you, but her cheeks tint, and it makes you grin. Interesting. 

You chew and swallow, “Especially talented people.” You inch closer, just barely. “You should show me some pictures sometime… I’ll show you some of my secret creations, too. A little exchange, if you will.” 

Her fingers clench around her plastic spoon, and her breathing changes, cheeks even brighter. Her hands are very nice… They look so soft. 

“Think about it,” you say, quieter, just between the two of you, “Call it… roommate bonding.” You crunch and adjust your bag before walking towards the door. “I think it’s overdue!” You throw over your shoulder before shutting the door behind you. 

You’re not sure if Ellie likes or hates compliments. 

Closing was so hectic; you don’t make it home until one in the morning. Training rookies is probably the worst part about working in hardware; They never know where shit goes. 

You don’t feel tired, though. The drive back home is usually when your exhaustion takes over, but this ride was smooth. Sleep is going to be difficult to come by tonight. 

You unlock your front door and… push. And push. And push again. What the fuck. Something’s blocking the door. You fight with the wood until the crack is wide enough to slip through. The smell in the air is very telling as to why there’s a pile of hoodies blocking the slim opening at the bottom of the door. 

Your mouth gapes at the sight of Ellie on the couch with no pants on, blunt in her hand… blowing O’s. Her eyes are glistening and lazy when she opens them. You quickly shut the door and kick the hoodies in their original position before the scent escapes. 

“Hey,” she mutters. Goosebumps rise on your arms at her voice. 

“… Why the fuck are you chiefing in this no smoke building.” 

She stares like you’re stupid. “De-stressing.”

“Deez-fucking nuts! Ellie, we’re not gonna have a place to sleep if we get caught. Bitch ass Carol doesn’t play that shit.” You hate your landlord with every fiber of your being. The second anyone accidentally breaks a rule, she’s on their ass like grass. You can’t imagine how she’s going to react if she sees Ellie being disobedient on purpose. You’ll both be living out of your car. Fucking hag. 

Your roommate sighs and crosses her legs, boxer shorts riding up her taut thighs. Alright, okay. She pats the empty cushion next to her. 

“I'm bored.” 

“Okay, what about it.” 

She taps the cushion again. Your heartbeat spikes for some reason. “Roommate bonding.” 

You gawk. Ellie’s never been this relaxed in your presence. Her posture is incredibly comfortable, leaning back against the propped pillows, manspreading. Why is it attractive?

So, you drop your bag and unzip your puffer before plopping down next to her. She says nothing, just extends the lit herb to you. You look between her and the big B. “That’s a fat doinker.” 

“… Right.” Ellie puffs once more before attempting to share. 

You push her cold hand back softly, “I don’t smoke.” 

“Okay.” One last long pull from her, and she’s putting out the grass on the ashtray. “Do you wanna play checkers?” She exhales around smoke clouds, cold air blowing in from the barely cracked window. 

“… What.” 

“I said do you wanna play checke— “ 

“Are you a lesbian?” 

Your eyes widen at your own question. Interrogation? Fuck. Ellie’s looking around the warm space blankly as if she’s trying to register what the fuck you just said. You’re a fucking asshole. 

“E-Ellie, I’m sorry, I dunno why I asked— “

“Can you not tell.” 

“Well, yeah.” You stutter, “… But I thought it was like… fucked up to assume based on uh, appearances, or whatever. I don’t have good gay-dar, so.” 

“I’ve been called a carpet muncher since I was eight.” 

“… Fuck, really?” She nods, face flat. Your fist extends, silently asking for knuckles, “Me too! That’s what’s up.” 

“I almost killed myself.”

Your fist drops with your expression. “Oh… uh, damn… Sorry… I’m glad you didn’t, though, real shit.” 

“What does love feel like?” 

This conversation is giving you whiplash. “Are you one of those fake-deep potheads? Like, you believe in flat earth and all that other bullshit?” 

Ellie blinks dumbly, “Uhh… I don’t think so…” 

“Why do you ask?” 

Ellie points at the wall, at one of your paintings. Two women laying on a bed of grass, completely at peace, surrounded by colorful flowers and butterflies. A small smile spreads across your face, recalling how excited you were to show your first girlfriend what you made for her birthday. 

“Love feels like you're getting shot… but not in a bad way.” You ramble. “It’s like… like, fuck I’m really gonna die without this person next to me type shit.” You think back to when you made the painting on the wall, the memories of your younger self so deeply infatuated with another person for the first time. It felt eternal back then, souls interconnected. 

But then your eyes travel to the next painting, right below the latter. Complete void, no color, no life, just darkness, and your expression falls. The faceless girl trapped in the center of madness is calm, though, accepting her doom with grace. 

“That makes it worse, though…” You think of Dina and how you fought. How nasty it got. How disgusted she seemed with your presence. You almost want to cry as you relive it. “When they leave… something inside you really does die. That space never really gets filled again. You’re just kinda… stuck with a hole until you croak over.” 

“What if they don’t leave?” 

They all leave. “… I’m not sure yet.” 

Ellie hums and it goes quiet for a moment. You wonder what she’s thinking about. 

“Are you a lesbian?” Your roommate throws back at you. You laugh, “Are you asking if I eat coochie?” 

Ellie nods with a giggle. You stiffen; This is the first time you’ve heard her laugh. The hairs on your arms stand upright at the sound. 

“As a matter of fact, I do!” Ellie laughs harder, head resting against the back of the couch. You watch the apple of her cheeks heighten. But then the wind blows harder than normal and they drop. She's blank again. “The heater…” 

“What about it?” 

“It’s broken…” 

Fuck. “Did you put in a maintenance request?” Her head shakes. 

“Uh… why not?” 

“Because I heard you masturbating and forgot.” 

Your heart, stomach, pride is at your feet, “… What did you just say.” 

Ellie finally looks at you, eyes doe-like, guilt swimming in them. “I’m… I’m sorry! I was sleeping and I woke up to pee but I couldn’t because you were— “

“Ellie— “

“It kept… buzzing, and I couldn’t move! I kept asking

myself how is her stamina this fucking good! It didn’t turn off until like… an hour later! I almost pissed in my bed— “

Your body heats at her confession; She thought about your stamina? You place a hand on her shoulder to ease her, and she stops. “It’s okay. I just… Yeah, this is awkward… We gotta submit that request before that next blizzard or we’re fucked.” 

Ellie mutters in agreement, but she’s not listening. She’s eyeing your fingers, the ones resting on her shirt. If you move your thumb an inch, you’ll touch her collarbone. 

“We, um… We can send it in the morning…” She whispers okay, and your fingers curl around the fabric. A sharp inhale from her, and you sigh. Her warm breath is hitting your wrist and you’re trying not to squirm. You watch her chest rise and fall at a steady pace, eyes flicking between yours and your hand. 

You watch her and she watches you, hand inching up until you’re tracing the warm skin under her tee. Your nail scratches her collarbone, just barely, and the muscles in her thigh jerk. Nope. Not happening. You pull away and stand. 

“This was… you’re funny.” You stare at your feet; You never took your shoes off. “Uh… bye.” 

“Bye.” Her voice is flat. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you fucked up. 

Your shoes go flying and you rush to your room. You’re not sure if you slammed the door or not; The pounding in your ears is too loud. 

Ellie fucked up. She knows she did. 

I heard you masturbating and forgot? You left over an hour ago, and she’s still replaying that moment in her mind. What the fuck was she thinking? She wants to peel her skin off and her stomach is in knots. The ghost of your hand is still on her. She was freezing before you came home, and now she’s overheating. 

Ellie thinks she’s done a good job of acting normally around you after that night. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about it. All the time. 

She hates how, every night since it happened, she listens for you. When you come home in the wee hours of the night, the devil convinces her that you’re aching and desperate, dripping and ready to get yourself to the peak you crave. You’ve been working so hard; You deserve to wind down. 

It’s sick, she knows. She masks it well, but every time you're home, she’s hot. Roommate bonding, you’d said. Why did you say it like that, though? You sounded so alluring, like a siren preparing for a kill. 

Maybe she’s reading into it too much. You're a flirt and you’re good at it… 

It’s either hot or cold with you. Compliments, or cursing. Admiration or judgment. There’s no middle ground, and it’s driving her crazy. 

Why did you have to touch her? You could’ve kept your distance like you’ve been doing, like you did in the kitchen. You gave her a chance to run at arm's length. 

Ellie’s thoughts are racing; She needs to smoke again, but she’s too distracted to spark. That ache between her thighs is overpowering. 

Her eyes travel over the painting that captured her attention a few weeks ago. A small self portrait of you. She commends your attention to detail, but still, you’re so gorgeous in person; There’s no comparison. 

Two deep breaths, and her hand is shoved in her boxers, fingers slippery in seconds. She keeps her eyes glued to the painting as she rubs her clit in quick circles, the bud increasing her sensitivity. 

It’s like the painting moves with every squeeze of her walls: she can almost see your animated eyes rolling into your skull, your pink tongue out, drool dripping down your chin. And your voice… It’s tantalizing when you want something. She can almost hear you now: it’s so good, right there, I love when you touch me like that. 

Fuck, she wants your hands on her. Everywhere. Anywhere you want. She’s breathing so loud; She hopes you dozed off by now, even in your noticeably restless state. 

But what if you’re not? What if you forgot something in the living room, or need a drink of water before bed, and you walk in and see the mess you make her? Her hand moves faster at the thought of you angry, disappointed that she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She’ll never say, but something wicked happens in her underwear when you're fuming. She likes how expressive your eyes are. 

Her free hand flies over her mouth as her stomach tightens, the beats in her clit and heart synced. She's so close. A few seconds, and she groans into her hand, the walls melting around her when it finally crashes. Tears jerk in her eyes as she rubs herself through it, riding it out for as long as she can. 

The hand on her mouth slides under her shirt, cold fingers prodding her nipple as her orgasm descends. She gasps into the cold air, trying to catch her breath. She palms her clit and her walls twitch. She tiredly plops onto the couch, hand still in her underwear, eyes glued to your portrait, scaling the wall until she revisits the depiction of you and your first girlfriend. 

The idea Ellie’s been sitting on for the last few days crashes down on her again. You’re soft, despite what others may say. You seem like a lover. 

It’s Friday. Rent is due. Fuck. 

You just got paid, and now more than half of your earnings is in your landlord's pocket. You haven’t even been grocery shopping yet. 

Ellie has, apparently. It smells so good in the kitchen. You take back whatever you said about her and her cheffing skills. That soup was delicious; You secretly hope she cooks more. She can get down… a little bit. 

You wipe the tired from your eyes and make way to the kitchen, and your jaw drops, stunned in your spot by the fridge. Empty grocery bags are stacked on the counter, and Ellie’s frying shrimp and eggplant. 

“Hi… you didn’t eat last night. I heard you talking about egg— “

Your whimper, followed by several guttural sobs interrupt her greeting, hand flying over your mouth. Ellie simply stands by the counter with wide eyes, fork in hand. 

Ellie thinks you’ve stopped crying, “Uh… I just wante— “

More loud sobs from you. Snot dribbles down from your nose and Ellie cringes, tearing a piece of paper towel and handing it to you. You take it graciously and blow your nose. 

“This is,” sob “the best thing a-anyone,” sniffle… sob “has ever done f-for me.”

Ellie just nods and flips the eggplant. You can’t control yourself, arms wrapping around her waist, sobbing into her back. 

“I, um… Consider it a peace offering, I guess.” 

“I take back,” heave “I take back whatever dumb shit I said about you before you moved in,” heave “You’re so… fuck you, Ellie!” You hug her tighter. 

“Queers gotta stick together.” She mumbles. 

“Like wet pussy lips!” You wail, fat tears seeping into her t-shirt. She snickers to herself, “Get a plate.” 

You sniffle all the way to the cupboards and set the tiny table. 

Chef Butch. That’s Ellie’s new name around these parts. 

For someone who supposedly “hates eggplant”, she seasoned and fried the fuck out of it. Get this bitch on the Food Network!

You’re full and energized before leaving the house for once. You don’t even need your morning coffee. 

“Hey, uh… can I ask you something?” Ellie calls from the table.

You pause dish scrubbing to look at her, “Mhm.” 

“It’s kinda… a big deal.” She mutters, eyes flickering nervously. 

“… Should I sit down, or?”

“It’s not bad. It’s just… I don’t know.” 

You rinse your hands and set the last plate on the rack to dry. You grab a clean towelette and sit across from her. Ellie can’t meet your eyes and her cheeks are fiery. You smirk. 

“Need help with something?” 

Her head bobs, eyes glued to the table. 

“Then ask me.” You lean closer. Ellie whispers your name. A deep sigh from her, lips parting around her question. 

“Do you wanna model for my portfolio— “

“Of course I’ll help you send nudes— “

Confusion paints her face, “What.”

“…What.” 

“What did you just say.” 

“Nothing.” You shrug, face burning. 

“You can say no. It’s not that serious.” That guarded twinge in Ellie’s voice has returned. You don’t like it. 

“You think I’m pretty?” You tease with a pout. 

“What.” 

“You think I’m sooo hot and sexy that you’re gonna make me the star of your— “

Ellie blushes, “You’re not the… star of anyth— “

Your hands wave excitedly, “I’m so honored! I’d love to! When do we start!” 

Ellie sighs, massaging her temples, “Do you have work on Sunday?” 

“Not anymore!” You do a little dance in your seat, “What am I gonna be doing in the pics, o ye camera master?” Her ears are so red. Why is she so fucking nervous? You’ve already accepted! 

“Just look like you’re in love.” 

“… Oh.” 

Ellie grimaces at your tone, “Listen, I only have two weeks to finish this submission. I haven’t had any luck finding people to help me out!” 

You pause, “Is this why you buttered me up with a buss down plate?” 

“… Would you hate me if I said yes?” 

“Fuck, Ellie— “

“I’m desperate!” She exclaims, “But I also don’t wanna just ask anybody! I need the photos to be believable! And you kinda… you kinda get it!” Ellie points to the painting of you and your first love. 

The silence is thick as you explore her face. Her forestry-filled eyes are nervous, but there’s a glimmer of hope in her pupils. You like it; Her orbs look brighter. Greener somehow.

“I wanna see it, then.” 

“See what?” 

“Your big ass binder… and your portfolio!” 

Her eyes roll. “Pick one.” 

“Wooow, you’re really gonna ruin another opportunity for roommate bonding? That’s wild. Alright.” 

“Pick one.” She’s stern with her demand… You like that, too. 

You smirk. “Show me your portfolio.” 

She crosses her arms over her chest. “You see it when it’s finished. After the pictures are done. Take it or leave it.” 

“Okay, damn,” You give up, “So… what do I gotta do for prep?” 

“Not much right now. I have to set up my equipment and all that…” She glances around the living room, “we’ll talk about the rest later.” 

“‘Kay.” You twiddle your fingers together before the biggest light bulb shines over your head. 

“I also get 40% of the earnings— “

“Fuck no.” She says with a small grin. You pout. 

You knew something was wrong when Abby randomly invited you over to study… on a Saturday night. You don’t know how she’s a STEM major; You haven’t seen her with a book since you’ve met her! 

The second she opened her door, something was off. It’s been days since you’ve seen her and she barely reacted to the grilled cheese you brought. Her answers have been curt and she’s not laughing at any of your jokes. Your Cheetos are doing a great job at soothing your anxiety. You want to comfort your friend with whatever’s bothering her, but you’re not sure how. 

So, you talk. And talk. And talk about Ellie.

“I’m not gonna lie,” You crunch, comfortable on Abby’s beanbag. “I’m kinda excited! I’ve never done a photoshoot before.” 

Abby shrugs from her work desk, voice monotone, “I mean, just be mindful. It’s obviously not a game for her so you needa take it seriously.” 

Your brows furrow, “What do you mean?” 

“Your roommate slash crush— “

Your head shakes, “I don’t have a crush— “

“Slash crush,” Your friend emphasizes, “asked you to be a part of probably one of the biggest creations of her life. If that photo book or whatever is as important as you say, it’s not just a “photoshoot” for her.” 

… Nah, you’re still confused. 

Abby scoffs, “A photoshoot about romance and you’re her only model, making you breakfast, and whatever else she’s done! How much does she have to spell it out for you?” 

“I don’t understand why you’re yelling!”

“I’m not fucking yelling! I’m watching out for you before you do something you regret!” 

You sit up straighter, “And what does that mean!”

“What have you been saying this entire time? I don’t wanna live with someone I fucked!” She mocks, “It seems like y’all are pretty close to that.” 

You stare pensively, “We haven’t fucked and we’re not going to! You’re doing the fucking most!” 

“Yeah, whatever.” She continues to scribble. 

“Abby… what’s wrong?” You clumsily stand from the bean bag. “I’m so con— “

“You wanna know what’s wrong?” She snaps, pen slamming on the desk. “Every time we see each other, you talk about her! I’m sick of hearing about… whatever the fuck you have going on at home, quite frankly! We can’t even joke around because you’re so pressed about someone you don’t even like!” 

You’re going to cry; You can feel it. Abby’s never been this upset with you, “Why did you wait so long to tell me this? I would’ve stopped coming to you a long time ago!” 

“Because I cared and didn’t want you to feel by yourself while Maya’s away! That’s why! But now, it’s like…” 

A tired sigh from her and she gives up, hand waving dismissively, “Talking about this shit is pointless. I’m going to bed. Shut the door behind you.” Abby rises and brushes past you, switching her lamp off and climbing into her warm bed. You allow your tears to fall as you gather your belongings, gently shutting her door behind you and attacking your face with your sleeve. You hate crying in public. 

The elevator ride feels much longer than it should’ve been as you weep. The doors shutter open, and you can see the weather is not on your side. It’s pelting bullets outside; You knew you shouldn’t have walked. 

“You got a ride?” 

You look over at the security guard perched behind the front desk. Fuck all feds, but Stanley’s cool. You shake your head. 

“You can’t walk home in that. Driving is also dangerous but,” He shrugs, and you sigh. You pull your phone out of your pocket. 

“Hey, Siri… Call Chef Butch…” 

“CALLING CHEF BUTCH.” 

Stanley’s warm laughter eases your shoulders.��

DING!

You unlock your phone and smile at Ellie’s text, rising from your chair. 

“Alright, Stan. Pray I don’t turn into Frosty out there,” You throw over your shoulder. 

He laughs, opening the heavy door for you, “I will! Get home safely!” You throw your hood over your beanie, easing past him and nearly being blown away by the fucking wind. How did Ellie drive in this shit!

You somehow manage to follow the view of your car, pounding on the passenger window to get Ellie to unlock it. You miss your step on the curb and fall face first into the seat. You hear Ellie’s laughter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yup! Fucking peachy, thanks!” You stumble in and slam the door with the wind, out of breath, body melting from the heat. “You couldn’t have parked a little closer?” 

“… No.” 

You stare at her through the snow in your lashes, “Ellie, take us home, please. I’m annoyed and going through a fucking breakdown, like I can’t be outside right now. I’m gonna pass out!”

“… You wanna talk about it?” 

“No.” You spit. 

“Alright.” She puts the car in drive, but her foot is still pressed on the brake. 

“I just can’t believe this shit right now!” You ramble anyway. “You think you know a person, like, fuck! This is stupid!” You punch the glove compartment. 

“… What happ— “

“Like, fuck! Fuuuck! Like what the fuck!” 

You’re screaming your head off and Ellie’s just watching, face flat as ever. It makes you scream louder. But your wails pause when your eyes flicker downward. Veiny hands clenched around the steering wheel. Your screams suddenly sound like whimpers. When’s the last time you had sex?

Is it sad that the thought of Ellie choking you out is easing your meltdown? This is the worst day ever! 

“I’m gonna rip my fucking face off— “

“Why're you staring at my hands like that?”

“What the fuck, I’m not staring. Be quiet.” 

Your roommate grins like a fox, “Okay.” 

The car’s moving and so are your eyes, all over Ellie, wherever they can reach. You’re pissed and horny and you need a shot. 

“You ever get the urge to strangle the fuck outta someone?”

“Mhm.” 

You ponder, “How does it feel to smoke weed?” 

She shrugs, “It feels good.”

“How good? Scale of one to ten.” 

“… Thirteen.”

“Better than sex?” You ask quietly. Your brain is elsewhere, locked on the bulging blue veins in her hand, following the lines through her hoodie. 

She ponders, “… Yes.” 

“You’re biased, though. I can’t trust you.” 

“Stop staring at my hands like that.” Her low voice is like a kick in your back, spine slightly arching in your chair. You’re glad she’s looking at the road; She’s making you go into heat and she doesn’t need to see it. Maybe Abby was right about you being a fucking hypocrite. 

“Or what?” Your tone is icy, and she licks her lips. 

“I’ll pull over.” 

You shudder at her boldness, “Pull over.” 

Your car jerks to a stop and you jolt forward, eyes still glued onto Ellie’s mouth. One kiss… It isn’t sex. It’s just kissing; Who doesn’t love kissing? You’re alone and warm and it’s gorgeous outside. It would be just a kiss. Just one, just one. 

Ellie’s staring at you, eyes reminiscent of the storm outside. Flurrying and dark. Her tongue swipes over her lips again, and your gut swirls. “Stop staring at my hands.” You suck your bottom lip in your mouth when her breath hits it. She’s leaning forward and so are you. Just one kiss, that’s all you need. 

Your pussy’s talking and she’s loud… Literally meowing for her. 

“Is that a fucking cat?” Ellie whispers, nose brushing yours… She can hear that? How horny are you? 

“Dude, that’s a cat! There’s a cat right there!” Her gasps shock you, and you peer out the window, finding a small, dark spot in gusts of white snow. There is a cat! 

“Oh, my fucking god! Ellie, what the fuck—“ You’re pushing the door open and she grabs your arm. 

“Wait, you’re gonna fucking fall— “

“We can’t leave her, she’s gonna die out here!” You rush out in seconds and you’re slipping like a cartoon character on a banana. You’re kissing the air to lure the kitty over, but she just cries. She’s probably starving! 

“C’mere, baby, c’mon!” You hear Ellie muttering curses from behind you. After almost busting your face on icy concrete, you’re finally close enough to scoop up the shivering ball of fur, and you’re sobbing as you wrap your scarf around her tiny body. 

“Ellie,” you choke, “We ca—can’t leave h-her— “

“Okay, okay, stop crying, where is she?” You hold up the bundled fabric and Ellie gently takes her, shoving her in her hoodie before grabbing your wrist and guiding you to the car. Ellie hops in the driver's seat, the car filled with desperate meows and your hysterical sobs. 

Ellie cranks the heat and holds the wrapped furball, softly cooing at her. 

“Where’s your mama, hm?” 

Meow! 

“No mama?” 

Meow! Meow!

You’re wailing, “She’s a fucking or—orphan— “

“Can you be quiet.” Ellie snaps. 

“O—“you sniffle harshly, “Ok—okay— “

“Hold her, I gotta drive. We’re going to Petco.” Ellie’s zooming down the street, whipping and swerving. You’re almost positive she ran a red light. 

“I know you don’t like small animals, but c-can we keep her, please— “

Ellie’s lip curls, “It’s not that I don’t… not like them—” She rambles on, but you’re so focused on the baby in front of you. Poor thing looks so tired. What if she’s sick? Oh God, she would’ve froze to death if you didn’t stop—

You blabber to her between choked whimpers, “I love you so much, we’re gonna get you safe, don’t worry— “

“Oh, my fucking god,” Ellie sighs softly beside you. 

Pheromones will have to wait. You’re a mother now. 

After your emergency pet escapade, you and Ellie sneak the cat past the complex security and into your apartment. If anyone finds out — if Carol finds out — you’re fucked… and unhoused. 

Small meows are filling your ears. Your baby’s full, at least. Poor thing was horking down minced tuna in the car. Her teeth are so small and cute. She looks like she’s going to doze off soon. 

You watch as Ellie sets up her little area in the living room… Right next to her fucking photography set up when the fuck did she do that—

The corner of the living room is fully decked with maroon and ebony backdrops, Ellie’s sticker-littered camera resting proudly on its stand. There’s a… big ass umbrella-looking thing towering over the setup and a stool on the dark floor cover. There’s a small, white briefcase on it, tied down with a padlock. It’s either a gun or her portfolio. 

“Bring her over here.” 

Your gawking gets cut short as you cradle kitty over to Ellie, handing her over so she can lay her on the small, paw-shaped bed. She’s purring; Your heart’s melting. 

“I see you haven’t changed your mind.” 

Ellie’s tucking your baby in, “About?” She hums.

“The shoot.” You whisper. 

“Why would I?” She faces you and stands. You shrug nonchalantly, but your mind’s racing. You probably found someone worthy of doing it. 

Ellie inches closer, looking down at you. “Consider it roommate bonding… Featuring adopted cat child.” 

You giggle. She's staring at your smile, all over your face. Into your eyes. Yours flicker down to her mouth. Either you're hallucinating, or she’s leaning closer. One kiss won’t hurt. 

“Um…” She whispers, gaze dropping to the floor. “Earlier I was gonna… say something.” 

“What is it?” 

She shrugs, “… I forgot.” 

“Okay.” You’re whispering now. She’s staring at your mouth. Her eyes are hypnotizing; There's a universe in them. A forest with trees that grow for eternities, miles and miles of green meadows. 

“You’re staring.” She mutters. 

“So are you.” 

Ellie wants to say something. You can see it. But she doesn’t, and neither do you. “Gotta get up early… I’ll see you tomorrow?” Her voice cracks. 

You’re cheesing and your hearts in your throat. “Yes. See you tomorrow.” 

One last toothy grin, she’s gone into her room, door shutting softly for the first time. You exhale like you’ve been holding your breath, already missing her presence. 

You’re giddy when you finally climb into bed. You can’t help but think that Ellie is, too. 

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The Big Damn Kiss

Buckle up, my fellow Good Omens Ineffable Mystery Puzzlers, Crackpotters, and Assorted Brainrotters, because I learned something HUGE yesterday.

This will be a bit of a long post, because I want to show you exactly how I got where I am. I want you to understand. I want to put all the naysayers to bed (ha! But I'm still gonna try), and settle this once and for all.

I know (almost) exactly what Crowley gave to Aziraphale during the kiss.

DO NOT TAKE ANY OF MY THEORIES TO NEIL! PLEASE!

Okay? Okay. Thanks. Shall we begin?

Ahem.

Firstly, whether you believe me or not, I am 100% certain that Crowley did, indeed, give something to Aziraphale in his mouth during The Kiss. I've covered that in the link previous. Okay? Okay.

I did not know what it was. I've now heard theories that it was a bullet (nope), a ball bearing (nope), hellfire (nope), and no one, NO ONE has suggested what I see. (If you have, hello! Talk to me!)

Here's our first foreshadowing Clue:

And here's our next foreshadowing Clue:

And the next:

And our last Clue:

With me so far? Well, that first GIF is a bit off, I couldn't find one of Crowley actually spitting out the flies. But he does. When Beelzebub first drags him to Hell, he actually goes "Pleaugh!" and spits out four or five flies. Edit: Found it!

Moving right along, we come to Crowley in Heaven with Muriel, looking at the trial. We learn two important things here:

One, Gabriel doesn't have a desk.

Two, Muriel does. Where they keep the records. And it's a bit lonely. Every few hundred years, someone comes and asks for something. Muriel can't access the sensitive ones, you have to be pretty high up. A throne, dominion, or higher. Like, maybe Supreme Archangel?

So if Gabriel doesn't have a desk, whose desk is he at when he's getting ready to leave Heaven? Of course I can't find a damn picture of Gabriel at the desk, but it's Muriel's. Where they keep the RECORDS.

Gabriel puts his memory into the fly, then gets on the elevator to go to Earth.

Now, when Gabriel opens the fly with his memories inside, we find out that it's a container. Bigger on the inside. You can put thing(S) in it. The bit we see of him remembering is shot in two parts, one where he's flying down a red tunnel, one where he's flying down a blue. If you slow this scene down and watch, you can see that he is NOT looking at just his own memories. There is more going on here, more that he was not present for. @embracing-the-ineffable put up a great meta about that here. Go look!

Now I figured Gabriel must have taken something else. Something important. Something useful. Something he meant to give to Aziraphale, except he forgot.

I also figured he must have left whatever it was in the fly when he took his memories out. Crowley must have realized while watching the trial footage that Gabriel also grabbed something else. I don't know when Crowley grabs the fly, but he does. And that is what he gives to Aziraphale in the kiss. Why? Well.

I had no idea what Gabriel took until I started working on the chiastic structure of season 2. I'm not done with that analysis yet, but let me show you one thing that I have found so far:

(The numbers are just to try and help me navigate the story and its events without time stamps)

My note #357 of what happens isn't quite right, but when I saw the only two times Aziraphale says "I forgive you" are towards the beginning of Season 2 and towards the end, I realized I had something.

Rephrase line 357: Crowley's kiss is forgiven IN EXCHANGE FOR RECORDS.

(Not that I think Crowley's kiss needs to be forgiven. It's just what Aziraphale says, and had to say at that moment, because the Metatron was listening in.)

What does Heaven in Good Omens remind us of most of all?

A big corporate entity. And what do powerful people do when they get fired from a big corporate entity? They download all their emails while they're cleaning out their desks. Damning emails. Emails that can be used to black mail or even destroy big corporate entities. Or, ya know, maybe they swipe some sensitive RECORDS?

Oh yes.

Records that Gabriel meant to give to Aziraphale, but he forgot. Records that Crowley realized Gabriel had put in the fly. The fly that Crowley grabbed once Gabriel had his memory out. The fly that he gave to Aziraphale when he kissed him. The fly that no longer held Gabriel's memory, but did still contain those damning records.

Here's Aziraphale reading the records:

Here's Aziraphale being horrified and outraged by what he's reading:

And here's Aziraphale realizing he has got some GOOD DIRT on Heaven. Maybe enough to bring them down:

That's it folks. I have no idea what the records actually say, and maybe we're not meant to know until season 3, but whatever it is, it's GOOD.

That's my story, and by God Herself, I'm sticking to it.

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Luffy needs a place to crash over the summer because his straw hat crew are all going home or traveling abroad before the new semester starts in the fall. He puts it off to the last minute and ends up claiming a bed in an old half-double with a painted sign reading Polar Tang.

(Is half-double a local term lmao it’s when there’s a house that’s split down the middle into two full houses lmao) 

Fourteen people live here, between three bedrooms on the second floor and two in the attic. It’s absolutely a fire code problem but Luffy’s never been one to care.

(He’s not a fireman YET— not until he can pass the exam). 

Plus, rent is dirt cheap. 200/month and that includes house dinner once a week. 

He moves in with just the duffel bag of clothes, his sleeping bag and his backpack. The guy who’s number he picked up off a telephone pole is the one who answers the door. He’s tall and wide and apologizes for everything; the screen door that’s missing a screen, fireplace that doesn’t work and instead holds all their shoes, the state of the kitchen (dishes are stacked on every surface including the floor).

Luffy feels right at home. Not home like Zoro and Sanji’s place, which is clean and always smells of rubber from Zoro’s dumbbells. Home like with Ace and Sabo in a place that wouldn’t pass a health inspection. 

He grins as they continue on.

Bepo shows him through the bedrooms on the second floor (homemade bunk beds squeeze four to a room) and the tiniest bathroom with a window that looks directly into the neighbor’s shower (“he refuses to put up a curtain so we don’t either” says Bepo.) (“sorry”.)

Then up to the attic, with a sloped bedroom that three mattresses are squished in (two guys in funny hats are asleep on the floor between two mattresses), a second bathroom (“no one is allowed to use that toilet because Shachi’s credit card is wedged in it”), and another bedroom.

“You’ll be in here”, Bepo says, and Luffy can sense the sorry before he says it as he pushes the door open. 

It’s tiny. The ceiling slopes down so low there’s really only three walls. The tallest wall has shelves mounted on it completely covered in action figures.

There’s two mattresses — one bare, one covered in books. And surrounded by stacks of books. And papers. And empty coffee mugs. 

And a guy blearily blinking at the light they’re letting in from the hall. He’s buried between piles of books, his laptop perched on his knees.

“Your roommate!” Bepo squeaks. “Bye guys!” 

He closes the door and slips (noisily) down the stairs. 

“You look like a vampire,” Luffy says. The man looks like he’s never seen sunlight. 

“I’m on a dual pre-med pre-law track,” the man scowls. 

“Cool,” says Luffy.

He dumps his things on the bare mattress. “Robin says I’m a free spirit.” 

The man blinks at him. “Don’t open the window or the raccoon will get in. The aircon doesn’t work in the attic. If you break my Sora figures you will die in your sleep. I’m Trafalgar Law.”

“Hi Traffy! I’m Monkey D Luffy,” says Luffy. He holds out his hand and Law hunches back before awkwardly shaking it. 

Luffy flops back onto the mattress. It smells like frogs. “Hey Traffy,” he says after a moment. Law squints at him. “you seem like someone who would like urb— urban ex— someone who would like to break into buildings.” Luffy looks over at him with a grin. “Wanna explore the underground tunnels on campus?” 

Law scowls. He’s hunched at a 90 degree angle over his papers and books and coffee. He looks murderous. 

“…Yeah.” He says.

Luffy kicks his feet. “This will be a good summer,” he says. 

(He learns quickly that coffee is the only food allowed in their room because of The Ants and The Flies and The Possum). 

(He also learns to take the fall for Law whenever they get caught exploring since Law can’t have a record) 

(Luffy does this gladly) 

(They kiss in an abandoned hospital)

#lulaw #lawlu #my writing

[nomiqbomi]

Updated designs for Fophid and Lepignito commissioned by my friend @plus-sizedscribe! Plus a new middle form, Impodster, and 4 distinct formes that Lepignito can take, based on the environment it evolves in.

More info under the tab!

Fophid are timid creatures with many predators. Their carapace has evolved to blend in perfectly with an arboreal environment. When provoked, it wields the branch-like appendage on its abdomen like a lance. It has no venom, it's quite sharp!

Impodster attaches itself firmly to tree limbs, disguising itself as a small branch. Once it has done this, it is impossible to detach until it evolves. (It would be much easier to take the entire branch with it!) It does not budge, even after being discovered. Individuals who have camouflaged themselves poorly can often be found with leaves full of holes, made by bird Pokemon that attempted to carry them away.

When Impodster evolves into Lepignito, it takes on a perfect likeness of its immediate environment. Four unique patternings, based the biomes it occurs in naturally, have been officially recorded; however, it is believed that new patterns could be created by evolving the pokemon in a unique environment.

Even when their immediate environment does not match the markings on their wings, they somehow still manage to obscure themselves from view. Many theories have been pose as to how they are able to do this, but none have been proven, as this behavior is quite difficult to observe.

It prefers to sit motionlessly and evade detection, but when provoked, it uses its stealth to confound opponents and catch them unawares. Once the opponent has become disoriented, it flies off into the shadows, never to be seen again.

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The line is based on the Peppered Moth, which are a famous example of natural selection that has actually been observed and recorded in real-time. The moth originally evolved to camouflage against lightly-colored trees, but a melanic mutation became more genetically favorable during the industrial revolution, when the trees became blackened with soot. After environmental standards were introduced, the white variant became common again. Today both variations can be found, and they are often mistaken for different species!

Plussized-Scribe helped conceptually with the variations/typing, with his own rom-hack in mind. I may add more variations for my own fan project.

I had originally designed Fophid to camouflage with the forest floor, but during my redesign I found out that the peppered caterpillar camouflages itself as a tree branch. I thought that was neat, to I went with that angle instead.

I also added a middle form to make it a better counterpart for the Pareyeva line who use the opposite form of self defense!

Edit: @plus-sizedscribe wrote some really great Pokedex entries for his hack that he allowed me to share here as well:

"Unlike Sewaddle, the leafy bits Fophid sport are not fashion statements, but specialized organs for camouflage. In autumn, their bodies release chemicals to redden the organs and match the foliage.

The base of the headcrest pulls double duty as a third mandible. Thus, Fophid can chew better while also maintaining camouflage, as the shaking of the crest resembles a leaf trembling in the breeze."

"Having secured themselves on a sturdy tree trunk, Impodster steadfastly await evolution. Very little can dislodge these Pokémon, which are nearly helpless if they happen to end up on the ground.

Impodster with poor camouflage are often found with leaves full of holes. These are made by naïve bird Pokémon attempting to carry them away, only to realize they picked almost the worst prey they could."

"Some people claim to have fallen for a person who always wore a long coat, only for their lover to turn out to be a Lepignito. The veracity of these bizarre anecdotes is suspect, to say the least.

Lepignito live in trees whose bark match their wing patterns. They boast different patterns to blend in with the available types of trees in the regions they inhabit. At least 25 different varieties are known."

#would people like it if i made more comprehensive posts like this of fakemon I've already finished and posted? #I think some consistency would be nice #Pokemon #fakemon #bug type #moth #caterpillar #cocoon #character design #monster design #artists on tumblr #photoshop #digital art #writing #insects #pokemon chartreuse #no offense but ash forme is kind of mothman

[miguelswifey04]

beach day with the spidey gang

inspo because i’m at the beach right now and it’s HOT ASL

miguel o’hara would probably be the most stressed trying to have everyone situated but everyone’s doing their own thing—LMAO, LMAO he would be soooo pissed and he would holler at everyone to pay attention

gwen stacy and margo would be the ones to actually get everyone to settle down, while peter b. parker is struggling to put the umbrella INTO the dirt but it flies off—so he has MILES chase after it but he eats “shit” getting sand into his mouth 😭 so hobie catches it saying“light work no reaction.”

pav is busy taking care of the food and drinks while miguel is trying to gather everyone under the umbrella to set up the seats and stuff but hobie ignores miguel’s instructions so that sets him off 🧍🏽‍♀️

at last everyone is settled having set up everything such as the umbrellas, mats, seats, coolers & towels!! miguel finally thinks he can unwind and sit down from getting a beer from the cooler when all of a sudden miles and pav take his seat from underneath and miguel FALLS 💀 YK damn well he’s gonna get up and chase them on all fours and HE DOESNT CARE IF OTHER PEOPLE SEE HIM

miles and pav run away seeing miguel chase them while gwen and hobie record them + peter b. is focused on entertaining mayday who’s trying to chew on a toy shovel 😭

margo is the type of person to just go for a swim and be by herself while the whole group is being chaotic LMAO (she loves them regardless)

miles definitely likes to give gwen piggy bank rides or carry her in bridal style in the water or along the beach :,)

hobie and pav like to go in and out of the water to eat and cool off or to bother miguel who usually the type of person to chill to sit back and observe

HOBIE AND MILES SING THEIR ASSES OFF BLASTING MUSIC AT THE BEACH AND THAT GETS UNDER MIGUEL’S SKIN LOL “CAN YOU LOWER THE VOLUME! DAMN.”

gwen and margo would keep to their selves while they go sunbathe AWAY from the boys + they usually like to look after mayday at the beach to let peter unwind (he needs me time)

miguel cusses and complains how hot the weather is at while he’s dunking himself with cold water….like dude the ocean water is right there just go from a swim 🙄

despite the fact the group can be very chaotic everyone does end up having a good time and spending quality time together <33

i would like to think that miguel would take mayday in his arms and introduce her to the ocean water while PETER takes PICS AND RECORDS :p

definitely going to be group pictures and recordings of miguel getting PISSED—LYLA would share those pictures and videos to the rest of the spider society 😭😭😭

———

a/n: some of the things i’ve mentioned HAPPENED but not the miguel chasing 😪

tags 🏷️: @sabcandoit @kairiscorner

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv x reader #spider person #miguel o’hara x y/n #spidersona #ao3 works #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown #peter b parker #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #margo kess #spidey gang #spider society #lyla spiderman 2099 #beach day

[rottenpumpkin13]

AGSZ visit a chocobo ranch!

• The Firsts + Zack get sent out to the Grasslands on a mission that⏤unsurprisingly⏤took less time than originally planned since all four of them were on it. Zack begs the rest of them to take the rest of the day off to visit the local ranch to see the chocobos, and for once, they agree.

• Once they arrive they find out that one of the mother chocobos recently passed, leaving three baby chocobos orphaned.

Sephiroth:

Angeal: No.

Sephiroth: But I didn't say anything.

Angeal: You're not going to adopt the baby chocobos just because "you relate to them and want to see them thrive in a way you could not at their age."

Sephiroth: ........

• Zack goes around the ranch pointing at every chocobo and comparing it to Cloud, who "couldn't be here today, but who watches over us in the spirit of this chocobo"

• Genesis won't stop whining about the smell of chocobos, the mud, the lack of cell service, and "the evil looking chocobo who keeps staring at him as if it knows his sins."

*Angeal, Zack and Genesis are standing before the most disagreeable looking chocobo ever, who's enclosure name plate reads "Sugar"*

Angeal: The keeper told me this one's violent and has a track record for hurting people. Whatever you do, don't try to pet it.

Zack: Aww! I think it looks lonely.

*Zack sticks his hand inside to pet it*

Zack: Come here, Sugar, let me⏤OW OW OW OW HELP HELP HELP

*The chocobo immediately tries to bite his arm off*

Genesis: DON'T MOVE IT CAN SMELL FEAR

*Genesis tries to pull Zack's arm out. The chocobo sees this as an act of defiance and bites Genesis too*

Genesis: OW. What is this creature's problem?? All I did was⏤IT'S TRYING TO EAT MY ARM.

*The two are now screaming and trying to fight the chocobo off while Angeal watches*

Angeal: It's like I speak gibberish.

*Sephiroth happily walks up behind him holding a baby chocobo*

Angeal: Put it BACK Sephiroth.

*Sephiroth walks away, disgruntled*

• Angeal manages to distract the chocobo with a sugar cube while Zack and Genesis pull away. The smart thing to do now would be to leave and go give another chocobo attention, but Zack is determined to befriend Sugar.

*Zack and Angeal are in line picking up chocobo treats*

Angeal: Zack, I really don't think this is a good idea.

*Meanwhile, in the background, Sephiroth and Genesis are doing rock-paper-scissors to see who gets to ride the mechanical chocobo next*

Zack: Nonsense! What chocobo doesn't like snacks??

Angeal: The kind that tried to eat your arm.

Zack: .............

*Genesis wins and smugly hops on the mechanical chocobo*

Zack: Okay, I see your point, but it's just a chocobo! I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why it acts the way it does.

*Genesis is promptly flung off the mechanical chocobo. Sephiroth is on the ground laughing*

Angeal: OR! Some animals just can't be trusted and provoking them is how people die.

*Sephiroth is next on the mechanical chocobo. It's going well, he knows how to balance himself, Genesis doesn't like this*

Zack: OR! Some animals just need love!

*Genesis is enraged. He rips off his boot and throws it at Sephiroth, knocking him off the mechanical chocobo*

Angeal: Whatever. I won't argue with you. Just don't expect me to take care of you in the infirmary after Sugar tries to eat you.

*Sephiroth flies at Genesis. The two are now on the ground fighting*

Zack: Why can't you have any faith in me??

*Sephiroth manages to strap Genesis to the mechanical chocobo and cranks the ride up to its full capacity*

Angeal: I do have faith in you. I just don't think you're the most responsible person at times.

Zack: Oh yeah? What about Sephiroth and Genesis? They're not responsible all the time either, and I don't see you constantly berating them!

Angeal: Sephiroth and Genesis are the most responsible men I know.

*This makes the ride malfunction. The mechanical chocobo flies off the contraption and hits Sephiroth, knocking him to the ground*

Zack: Yeah....fine. Fair enough.

• Zack takes the greens back to Sugar as a peace offering. Somehow the chocobo is uninterested in chewing Zack's arm and is now allowing him to pet it while it eats the treats.

Zack: Ha-ha! See? I told you so!

Angeal: *sigh* Fine. Just this once I'll admit that you were right.

Zack: Yeah! See, Sugar? Who's a good chocobo? Who's a cute⏤OW OW OW OW OW OW ANGEAL HELP

Angeal: That's it. We're going home.

*Back in the military vehicle, where Zack's arm is in a sling and he looks disappointed*

Zack: I really thought I could make Sugar be my friend.

Genesis: Don't look so sour, Puppy. If it's any consolation, if I was a chocobo, I'd be your friend.

Zack: You were laughing as the chocobo was biting me.

Genesis: I was expressing my concern for your well being.

Zack: You were taking pictures.

Genesis: Yes, several.

*Suddenly there's a "kweh!" from behind Sephiroth's seat*

Zack: Huh? That's weird. Sephiroth, I didn't know you could imitate chocobos.

Sephiroth:

Angeal: Oh my god.

*Angeal turns around and pulls out a baby chocobo that Sephiroth smuggled into the vehicle*

Angeal: Really, Sephiroth?? You brought it back with you?

Sephiroth: Excuse you. His name is not "it"

Angeal:

Sephiroth: That's Cloud Strife.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #storytime

[lovelybrooke]

I have to be dreaming (Chapter 4)

Series Masterlist~~AO3~~Regular Masterlist

I apologize if some of the terms aren't correct. I'm using the manga for the dialogue, so some terms like Gods Army are different. I'll try to make sure everything is consistent but feel free to tell me if I messed up.

"These trees are enormous! I wonder how old they are!" Nami gasps, gazing up at the huge trees, the roots spanning miles across the Island.

You crane your neck, the sky covered by thick foliage which enveloped the Island in darkness except for the few bits of sunlight. "I can't see their tops."

You and Nami hover on the clous, observing the strange trees until a crack is heard. You grip tighter on to Nami's waist, turning to see a man crawling on his arms and legs, blood pooling from his mouth.

"Help me...Get me out of here!!" He lets out a guttural groan, begging. "I missed the ship!! Please!!"

"We already have too many people on the waver! We might sink!" Nami replies. You feel bad for him, unable to do anything from your place behind Nami.

At the response, the man groans, using all his energy to gaze up at the sky. He whimpers as the grass around him burns and flies around him. He lets out one more cry, before a beam of light shoots down onto him, blinding both you and Nami.

You hear another man scream, and then the sounds of whooshing grow and grow until it dies. You wait to open your eyes until the ringing in your ears stop. There was a giant crater in the side of the Island, and when Nami opened her eyes, she was already moving right towards it. You protest, but her stern determination is outmatched by your fear.

"...Old lady Amazon said there was a ship with seven Blue Sea people aboard." You hear as Nami drags you towards the forest. You stop abruptly, listening carefully as the strange men whisper to each other.

You couldn't listen for a second longer, you grunt as you use all your strength to drag Nami away from her stop back onto the waver. "Come on Nami, we need to tell the others." You huff, Nami nodding as she revs the waver forward and back to the Strawhats.

---

"Pagaya, who are those guys." Luffy stares confused at the group of men strangely crawling on all fours towards them. They don't acknowledge them, continuing to craw until they reach the group.

"Heso!"

"Good work, Heso!!"

"Why were they crawling." Usopp, who was now on the Merry with the others, asks. Sanji shakes his head, watching as Luffy begs for the waver to work.

"So, you're the ones from the blue sea!! The seven trespassers!" The man leading the strange group yelled. They looked like military men, and judging by their stiff demeanors they might as well be.

"What's that?" Luffy tilts a head.

"Don't try and talk your way out of it. Amazon, the inspector at Heaven's gate sent us this picture she took with a vision dial." The leader said.

"That's ridiculous! It must be a mistake, Captain McKinley!" Pagaya says, his voice nervous. "These people don't seem like criminals to me." He swares.

Sanji squints towards the others on the beach, "What's that about trespassers?" He asks while lighting a cigarette.

"The entrance fee was one Billion Extols. We didn't pay it, remember?" Robin assumes while watching the others.

Usopp gasps, growling at the thought. "But...she said we could pass!! That old snitch!"

Back on the beach, Captain McKinley stares harshly at the pirate. "No excuses, just accept responsibility. But there's no need to panic." Luffy and Pagaya sigh a bit, relived. "According to the Heaven's punishment statues, trespassing is only a class-11 offense. If you pay the fine, you can become legal tourists."

"Well why didn't you say so?" Sanji crosses his arms. "But what exactly is this punishment?"

"It's simple. Just pay ten times the entrance fee." Captain McKinley responds. "That would be 10 billion Extols each, or 80 billion Extols for all eight of you. If you pay up right now, you record will be wiped clean.

Usopp gasps, his mouth agape. "Seventy billion extols?! How much is that in Berries?"

Captain McKinley focuses as he calculates numbers in his head. "Berries...that Blue Sea currency? Let me see...there are 10,000 extols to one Berry."

"That's a fortune!!! We risked our lives to get here and now you want use to pay to stay?!" Sanji was in disbelief.

The Captains face grows stern once again, "It's your own fault! You should've just paid the original fee.

"It was too much!!"

Conis ignores the in favor of watching the waves, her attention being broken by the loud revving of a waver. In the distance, she could see you and Nami speeding towards the ship. The others dont seem to notice, however.

"I should warn you, we white Berets serve Gods Army, you'll only make things worse for yourselves if you resist." His voice was ominous.

"Um...sorry to interrupt, look." Conis pointed to the ocean, the others turning their gazes toward the sight of you and Nami.

"Huh?! Nami, (Y/N)! You're safe!" Nami screamed in relief. Nami revved the engine, making you hold onto her harder as she speeds towards the beach.

Thump

You jump, falling off the waver and into the sand, tumbling a bit before falling onto you back. "Huh? Sorry..." Nami sweats, Captain McKinley groaning underneath the Waver. You feel yourself be tugged upwards and into some ones back. You could immediately tell it was Luffy by the tight grip of his stretchy arms.

"Thank you for letting us use your waver, mister." Nami pulls it towards Pagaya, who sweats as he attempts to help the fallen captain. You pulled away from the worried man yet again as Nami takes Luffy by the shirt and pulls you both towards the ship.

"There's nowhere you can run! First you verbally abused us!" The captain stumbles up slowly. "That attack was clearly a case of obstructing a government official from performing his duties. A class-5 criminal offense!!" He snarls at the Merry, his nose bloody and face bruised.

"In the name of the God Enel, I declare you exiled to the clouds!!" Conis lets out a large gasp.

"Exiled to the clouds! That sounds nice." Luffy was still wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he talks to Conis.

Conis shakes her head. "It's a death sentence, you'll be dropped onto an island cloud with no way to escape and you'll stay their until you're nothing but bones!"

Robin is somehow still smiling. "Ahh...that explains the ship that fell from the sky. That 200-year-old galleon. Maybe its crew was exiled to the clouds.

The Captain doesn't continue listening to Conic's explination. He yells for you all to be errested, his men drawing bows and aiming their arrows towards you. "Run!! Please, you can't fight them!" She screams desprately.

"Hold your tongue young lady! Or I'll have to charge you with aiding these criminals!" The captain declares, glaring at the already frightened girl. He turns his attention back towards his men, enforcing them to fire.

Your thrown away from Luffy, back towards where Nami was standing closer to the ship. He yells something to Nami about making sure you don't get heard before your whisked away. Sanji and Zoro don't waste time perusing the men, arrowing flying passed them that leave a long white cloud. Luffy avoids the substance by wrapping his arms around a palm tree and charging up punch after punch before knocking out a majority of the men.

Sanji and Zoro take out the rest, causal about the whole situation. "How much money do we have?" Luffy asks, landing back on the ground.

"50,000 berries in cash."

"That's all..." He groans, huffing at the sky. "Why are we so poor?! As you Captain, I have to say this--you guys spend too much money!"

"Most of it went to feed you!!" Sanji growls.

"You should've surrendered quietly." The captain stands up, smirking. "We're the friendliest law officers you'll find in Godland." He stares at the group, a strange unreadable emotion behind his eyes. "They won't be so gentle with you!"

"You're class-2 criminals now, make all the fuss you want. But God's Army in the upper yard will deal with you!" He booms.

Luffy giggles, his posture playful. "Oh well. We're used to being hunted." He giggles some more, taking a look at you and Nami. "Why'd you come back anyway? We were just about to have an adventure and look for you."

Nami sighs, waving her hand towards him. "You're a real genius, Luffy."

"We need to find a way out of here if we're technically fugitives." You ignore the two bickering as you contemplate a way to

Sanji nods, now standing near Conis. "Now that I think about it, we never gave any thought to how we'd get back." He adds. Conis thinks about it for a second, biting her lip in thought.

"It's very perilous, but there is a way down to the Blue Sea, you have to go down one level and sail to the far east of the white sea to a pace knowns as cloud's end. You'd have to cross a vast sea in the sky."

"What? So, we can't go home." Luffy gawks. Nami snorts, waving him away as she walks towards the ship.

"But isn't it just as dangerous for us to stay here? If we stay, we'll make trouble for you. They know where we are! Let's sail! Conis! Pagaya! Thanks for everything!" Nami walks away, waving to the kind family.

She makes it halfway to the ship before realizing that no one is following her. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"To get the food." Luffy pulls you towards the stairs leading to Conis home. You send Nami a sympathetic look as her and Zoro join the others on the ship.

---

"Are you the ship's carpenter, Usopp?"

Usopp shakes his head, "No, I'm the sharpshooter. We don't have a carpenter yet. But those guys depend on me for everything. I guess you could say I'm kind of like a second captain--"

Pagaya had walked away at that point, eyeing Sanji and his cooking. "Your arrangement of food is very artistic. What lovely colors." Sanji places some food in front of you, smiling at you.

"You seem hungry." You take the bento from him and place it on your lap as you shovel the rice in your mouth. Sanji blushes, only looking away when Luffy reaches over from his spot next to you to try and grab some food. "Hey! Hands off!"

Luffy sulks back next to you, watching as Conis moves into the room. "It's all so beautiful." She murmurs.

"Well, it all looks the same once it's in your belly." Luffy grumbles, hungry and bored. You've been back for barely an hour, and you haven't been paying attention to him at all. He couldn't pay attention to anything, not even Usopp moving towards the balcony.

"Hey, there's something going on out there!" He points towards the sea. "There's a ruckus on the ship!!" Sanji rushes over, Luffy quickly following him. You look at them, too concerned with your food to get up and look.

"Huh?! The ship's moving!!" Luffy squawks. Putting down your bento, you move to the balcony, nearly coughing on the food left in your mouth. The ship was moving fast through the clouds. You all watch in horror as the ship basically flies away.

"Where'd they go?" You turn to ask Pagaya. He gives you a solemn look.

"The special lobster express is one of the God's servants. Everything it carries off becomes an offering of the God." His face somehow becomes darker as he continues to explain. "It's headed to the northeast of the upper yard, to the sacrificial altar."

Your breath hitches, they're going to be sacrificed? That can't be true. While stuck in your disbelief, Sanji moves towards the man, clearly astonished. "You mean Nami, and the others are gonna be sacrificed?!" Pagaya look remains down.

"It's all part of heaven's punishment. Criminals either become sacrificial offerings or they undergo a challenge." He sighs. "Or so I've heard. They're in the Kami's power now. "Sacrificial offerings" they're hostages."

"The ones who are really being punished right now are you four." He pointed towards you. His explanation didn't make you feel any better, and all you could think about was your friends, the only people you had in this world, dying. It made your stomach turn and you slightly regret scarfing down Sanji's food earlier.

"If I had a map..." Pagaya mumbles, Usopp stopping him by handing the earlier obtained map. He looks at it for a second, before tracing his finger towards the back of the island.

"This is very old, but it looks accurate enough. This is our present location. The sacrificial alter lies to the Northeast. There's only one way to get there. Find a dial ship and follow the Milky Road through the forest where God's Army is." Usopp and the others conversed over how to get to the alter but you were to spaced out to notice or add anything. You mind kept wandering to the ship, to it being dragged away, to everything that has happened so far. You couldn't help but question everything, whether it was a dream or reality. It sure didn't feel real.

If it is, then you wonder why out of everyone, you had to get sent here.

"(Y/N)! Come on, we're leaving now." Luffy takes your hand, dragging you away before you could say a word.

---

"Why is everyone avoiding us..." Usopp says, watching the locals side eye him and the rest of the crew.

Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette; his back hunched a bit from all the supplies he's carrying. "They must know we're outlaws." Luffy simply smiles, holding your hand tight as you walk with him.

"This is great! The town center is totally empty!" Luffy looks over at you, your face emotionless, like you were somewhere else entirely. He pouts, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

"Hello! (Y/N)?! Did ya hear what I said?" You snap out of your stupor, growing embarrassed at the concerned looks the others give you. You laugh awkwardly, looking away from their stares.

"Yeah, something about the town being empty." You voice was quiet, and it didn't quite convince Luffy. His pout grows deeper as you look away from him and try to get your hand out of his grasp.

"Luffy, you know you don't have to hold my hand everywhere, right?" His grip grows even tighter in response.

"I don't want you to run off again." He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The others don't seem fazed, their eyes locked ahead. You huff at Luffy, but he doesn't seem to care, awestruck at all the strange food and items in the stalls.

"Luffy! We're not here to shop!" You tell him.

He giggles, "Don't worry, Zoro's with them."

Sanji brows furrows, snarling at the captain. "You trust that guy to protect them?!" His cigarette nearly falls out of his mouth with the scream.

"Huh? What's that in the middle of the road?" Sanji groans at Luffy's clear ignorance of him.

In the middle of the road, there was a strange idol, Conis nodding as you all move closer to it. "That's a varse. To the inhabitants of the sky, it's an object of eternal admiration."

Luffy shivers. "Huh?! You guys' worship that thing?" Conis laughs.

"I suppose Blue Sea people wouldn't understand." She smiles as she points you to the wharves.

The people around you all stare silently as you move to the peers. Luffy gasps at all the different boats, begging Conis for anyone that looks cool. Sanji hits him on his head, blowing smoke in his face. "We're here to save Nami and Robin, you idiot! Stop being such a tourist!"

Eventually, you reach your ship, which was, strange to say the least. It was a long boat, the head being in the shape of a crow. "This is the Kara-Sumaru." Conis says. "I used to use it all the time before I learned how to ride a waver. It's not as fast as a waver, but it's got two wind dials."

"But...I like that one better." You kick Luffy's leg, causing him to quiet immediately. Conis quickly becomes embarrassed, a red blush adorning her cheeks as she waved her hands towards him.

"You...don't like it? I'm sorry but I don't have the money to rent that one for you."

"Don't worry Conis, this one's perfect." You attempt to reassure her, which she smiles at. Soon, her embarrassment shifts to a sterner expression.

"The way out is through gate two. You'll come out onto the Great Milky Road which will take you to Upper Yard. Then just keep to the road." She explains, a slight shake to her.

Luffy recovered from your kick quickly, turning to look at Conis with a hard expression. "Conis, ever since we left you house you've been shaking, how come?"

Conis's shaking intensified at the question, sweat beating down her face. It was like the world became silent instantly, the on lookers staring at the five of you intensely.

"You're all pale, if you were that scared, you should've said something." She didn't respond to his probing, looking away clearly nervous as he moved closer.

"I..I'm not..." She huffed out, stuttering. She took a second to collect herself, her words becoming clearer as she spoke. "Don't you think it's strange that I'd tell you how to get to the challenger and even lend you my boat." She looks up, staring Luffy in the eyes.

"It's almost as though I'm leading you to your doom."

"Hey!! Stop!! Are you insane." Someone in town said as Conis fell to her knees, sobbing.

"Please run away..."

She dug her nails into the ground.

"I'm sorry."

Your chest hurt.

"Stop!! What are you saying?!"

"I was the one who summoned the special lobster express!!" Conis admits, her sobs nearly overtaking her words.

No, that can't be true. Why would Conis do something like that. You hear Conis sniffle, wailing to the sky.

"If a citizen of Skypiea knows that someone is a criminal and doesn't lead him to the punishment site that citizen is killed!!

Luffy's nails dig into your hand, his grip hurting you it was so tight.

"Stop it!! Don't you realize what you're saying!!" Somone says.

"It's blasphemy!!"

"Grab that girl!!"

Conis covers her mouth to quiet her cries. "It's the duty of every citizen!! Please forgive me!!"

Luffy finally let's go of your hand, moving towards Conis with a strange determination. "You had no choice, right?! So why did you just tell us that?!" He grips her shoulders. "Now you're in trouble!!"

She doesn't respond, but the people around become erratic, spewing sickening words toward the poor girl. You're frozen in place, barely able to feel the buzzing around you. Taking a deep breath, Luffy grabs Conis and pulls her away from the beam of light.

You feel yourself be pulled into someone chest, your breathing erratic, the ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing anything. The only thing you can feel in the hand on the back of your head, cradling you as they scream something to someone else.

You're finally able to hear the flapping of wings before passing out.

---

You don't know where you are, everything is fuzzy.

"Dude, you're spacing out again." The person talking to you had no clear face, almost like it was obscured by something. You could hear them clearly, but your mind couldn't make them out.

"Come on, we need to be studying." You hear them say, ignoring them in favor of viewing your surroundings. You were in a bedroom, small but large enough to fit you and this other person. It was sunny, you could feel it on your skin, and for a second everything felt so real.

Until suddenly, your body doesn't feel right. You feel like you're floating in water as the mysterious person speaks inaudible words to you. You look down at your hands, they appeared to be floating through time. The longer you stared at them, the more they warped and bent.

You finally pay attention to the other person across from you. "(Y/N), you need to keep your head out of the clouds." They laugh, but it was more ominous than funny. "Eventually, you won't be able to find your way back."

You feel like you're falling, the world around you crumbling away into nothing as your heart sinks.

---

"When are they going to wake up..." Luffy watched your face, which was motionless as they speed down the Milkey Road.

Sanji stays focused on what's ahead of them, still very much concerned about you and your safety. He drags his eyes from the front to you, sighing as he relaxes a bit.

He moves closer to you, feeling your forehead and frowning at the shear cold he felt. He looks at Luffy, who's still staring intensely at you. "Luffy, get that blanket, they're freezing."

Luffy doesn't move for a bit, unable to take his eyes away from you. He felt like if he looked away for even a second, you'd be gone. He couldn't handle that. Regardless, he digs though his bag, pulling out a soft, blue blanket. There were a few ruffles at the ends, but overall, it was comforting. Luffy definitely thought so.

Luffy takes the blanket, holding it close for a few seconds before wrapping it around you. "Do you think they'll be okay?" Usopp wonders, looking nervously at you. He's been trying to avoid you sense you passed out, afraid off look at your near lifeless body. You looked so cold, so weak, like one small brush would cause you to shatter. He looks away before he can imagine anything worse.

"This boat is too slow." Luffy says, easing some of the tension.

"That can't be helped. It's a lot heavier than a waver, so don't expect too much." Sanji huffs, his hair blowing in the wind. As the move forward, trees upon trees towered over them, covering them in shadow.

"Well, there's a forest, but nothing like this." Usopp glared at the map as they sped into the strange forest.

Sanji's eyes traveled upwards, following the large trees into the sky. "Whoever owned that map lived 200 years ago, right? It may have been an old map even them. It'd take a thousand years for a forest to grow to that size."

Luffy gasped, steering straight towards the entrance. Various idols were decorated around the trees, adding a strange sense of fear into the hearts of most the crew. Ship parts were strewn about, torn in half by something, but Luffy didn't seem to care, fascinated by the sounds and sights all around him.

"Th-There's something out there!!" Usopp gasped. his eyes darting around from tree to tree. Luffy laughed at him, totally careless until the shifting grew louder.

"Faster!! Row!!" Usopp yells at Luffy as his face hardens. The boat speeds up as the wind around them wooshes, a large axe descending upon them. It swings back and forth, swiping through an already dilapidating ship, causing it to sink into the clouds.

"Look out!! There's another one coming!!" Luffy didn't have to order Sanji to row, him moving quickly before any more axes to come their way.

Sanji takes a quick look at you. You appeared undisturbed, your unchanging expression bringing him a small sense of ease. His eyes are dragged away from you as Luffy winds up his arm, angling it towards one of the large axes before launching them off of it. The fly forwards, falling far from danger as they continue to row away, an entrance far ahead of them.

"The entrance is way over there." Sanji says, heart beating quickly.

"Should we get off here?"

"Are you crazy?! We'll be killed!!"

"Maybe so." Sanji said, the sound of whooshing nearly drowning out his words. Behind them, a gigantic eel barrels towards them and Sanji wastes no time to send it flying when it gets too close.

"This Milky Road is bad news, if we hang around here, we're doomed. Looks like we have to keep going forward." Sanji lights another cigarette as they move forward.

About an hour passed before they reached another entrance. "Waah! A giant!!" Luffy points in front of them.

"That's just a statue Luffy." Usopp says as feels your forehead. You were still so cold. He takes the blanket and wraps it around you tighter, smiling as you slowly start to warm up.

"There are four entrances!! Does each one lead to a different place." In front of the pirates were four large opening, each with a different title leading to different directions.

"Challenge of the swamp, challenge of the iron, challenge of the string, challenge of the ball..." Usopp reads the aloud. Sanji reads the titles in confusion, while Luffy seems amused.

"Let's go with the ball! Doesn't that sound like fun!" He points.

"It's a challenge! It's not fun!" Sanji responds, growling at the smiling boy.

"I like ball too! It sounds the most harmless...I hope." Usopp shivers. Sanji groans, steering the boat towards the Challenge of the Ball.

"Oh well, it's decided. But stay alert, we're in the Upper Yard, 33,000 above sea level! Anything could happen!" Sanji says as they are all shrouded in darkness. Usopp grits his teeth, while Luffy squints his eyes.

"Huh what's this." Sanji's able to make out a small exit, the tunnel becoming brighter as they got closer. "Weren't there four entrances."

Luffy giggles, poking a shaking Usopp "One's right and the other's are wrong."

Usopp gasps, looking back at the giggling captain "What!? Don't tell me that now!! What if we chose the wrong one?!"

"If we're wrong, let's see...maybe we'll fall off the sky island." Sanji adds, which doesn't help Usopp whatso ever. He screams as they grow closer to the exit, the light nearly blinding them.

"It's 33,000 feet to the Blue Sea!!" They reach the outside with a woosh, and for a moment, everything was still. Until Usopp looked down and was met with the sight of a waterfall pooling into the clouds below them, and he screamed.

Sanji waits no time grabbing you, hoping you tight as they descend rapidly into the clouds. All he can hear is the screaming of his crewmates and his own bated breath as he holds onto you for dear life.

The clouds shot out around them as they land, the boat shaking at it attempts to balance itself. Sanji's chest heaves up and down, fear rushing through his veins as he takes a look at you. You looked unfazed, the blanket still around you. You were so peaceful, it almost made him forget about the situation they were in right now.

"This is all your fault, you idiot!!" He puts you down gently before kicking Luffy. Usopp sobs as he attempts to calm him breathing, while Luffy simply laughs, which fills Sanji with even more rage.

"Ha ha ha ha!! Ahh...that was scary! I thought I was gonna die." He's almost breathless as he giggles uncontrollably, Sanji rubbing the sole of his shoe deeper into the cheek.

The forest around them was covered in large, white balls, all floating in the air. "Wow!! They're like gigantic snowballs!" Luffy awes, moving away from the cook's foot. Sanji regains his composure, his brows ruffled at the sight. "What's the challenge supposed to be?!" Luffy asks as Sanji sits down next to you, deliberately lighting his cigarette in the opposite direction.

"Who knows? Maybe we're completely safe now. But I doubt it." Sanji mumbles.

At the answer, Luffy jumps up, a determined look on his face as he gazes towards Sanji. "Maybe we chose the right opening! Maybe if we'd chosen one of the others, we'd be in big trouble right now."

Usopp, seemingly recovered from his previous stupor, nods his head slowly. "Oh...yeah you could be right."

Sanji rolls his eyes at the two. "Don't let you guard down! They brought us here to punish us! There's sure to be danger." He blows out some smoke. "Use your head, it's bound to be some kind of trap."

"Stay alert and let's just keep moving forward." Sanji says. "I'll steer, you two keep a lookout on either side." He says as they travel higher and deeper into the jungle.

Sanji looks away for a second before Luffy and Usopp were goofing around, playing catch with one the balls near them while chewing on crackers. "You're supposed to be standing watch!!" Sanji spits at the two as they continue to toss the ball back and forth.

Suddenly, the ball bursts, a vicious snake wriggling towards Usopp, who cowers himself into a ball as Luffy kicks the snake away. He huffs in surprise as Usopp points a shaky finger towards another ball coming Sanji's way.

Sanji kicks the ball away "stupid balls!! Are they all floating snake nests?!" The ball, however, explodes upon contact, the three covered in ash. "These balls are booby-trapped!!" Sanji places his foot down angerly.

"Ho, ho, ho! You never know what's inside them!" They turn their head towards the voice.

"They're surprise clouds." The strange voice says again.

"Hey!! Who was that?!" Usopp mumbles as a large rotund man appears floating on a ball.

"Ho, ho, ho! Heso! You did well to choose my challenge of the ball!" The man begins to dance around on top his ball, angering Sanji and Luffy.

"Stop dancing around! Who are you?!" Sanji yells to the man, assumedly one of Enel vassals.

"Hey, dumpling! Nami and the others better be okay!" Luffy screams to the man, whose smile remains ever present.

"You mean the hostages? I don't know. They're as good as dead, even if they somehow manage to get off the altar. Every road here leads to death."

He hops around so more. "But you'd better worry about yourselves. You have to defeat me if you want to get out of here alive." He hops once more, an array of balls coming towards them.

"He's coming Luffy! Get him!" Usopp yells, Luffy nodding while winding up a punch.

"Ho! So, you can stretch!"

Luffy shoots out a pistol attack, the man dodging it easily. He extends his hand, a powerful blast exploding in Luffy's face. Luffy is pushed backwards, his back hitting a tree.

"Luffy?!"

"Luffy?! Hey, Luffy!! You're all right, aren't you?! No way a simple blow like that could hurt you!" Usopp begs for his friend to wake up, but he remains silent.

"A simple blow?" Steam blows off of the man's hand. "You're wrong there!"

Sanji grits his teeth "I'll show you wrong!!" He extends his leg towards the back of the man.

"Ho, ho!! Head kick, right leg" The man mumbles with a jolly voice as he places his hand on Sanji's face. "Mantra is a power granted only to the faithful."

An explosion goes off, and Sanji falls to the dirt. "Huh, Sanji!!" Usopp screams as he watches Sanji grow still, the man extending his arm towards him, blowing him off the ship.

Luffy recovers soon after Usopp is blown away. In a crazed state, he looks back towards the boat, you being the only one left. He snarls at the round man. "Sanji, Usopp!!." He screams, the two groaning in pain.

"...what is that guy?!" Sanji mumbles in pain as Luffy keeps his eyes locked on you. He can see your chest rise and fall, your nose scrunch up a little, even the twitch of your fingers.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! My name is Satori!! I'm one of the Vassals that serve the omnipotent God Enel!!" The man sings, dancing. "I rule over the varse in the forest of no return."

"No return!" Luffy stands.

"Yes. Your boat will be lost in the great forest." Luffy's heart stops as the boat containing your sleeping body float down the Milky Road.

"Hey!!" Luffy snarls, his fists tightening.

"It will roam this forest on the Milky Road until is eventually finds the only exit on its own." The boat floats away, out of sigh.

"Welcome to the forbidden sacred land, the Upper Yard. Ho! This is the Challange of the ball!"

"Luffy! We have to stop that ship!!" Usopp was now standing near him. Luffy doesn't respond which causes Usopp to chase after the ship.

"Wait, Usopp!!" Sanji yells to him.

"You two take care of the ship. Make sure (Y/N)'s okay." Luffy's voice was quiet as he cracks his knuckles. Sanji doesn't waste any time obeying his captain and running after you.

"Don't be reckless Luffy!! I'll come back as soon as we stop the ship!!' Sanji runs after you, Luffy winding up his arm in a circle.

Luffy stretches his arm towards the Satori, who dodges quickly and grabs onto him. Luffy screams as he's whooshed around, slamming headfirst into a tree, his arm extending back into himself.

"No need to rush. Take it slow and easy." Satori dances around, looking for the others.

"Now then, where are the other two? I won't let a single one get away!" He swings his head back and forth, eyeing the two other rushing the forest. "There they are!"

"Usopp, any signs of the boat! Sanji yells to Usopp who's on the branch of a large tree.

"There!! I see it!!"

"Give me directions!!"

It's straight ahead of you!! Climb the second tree! You should be able to jump from the branch to the ship!"

"Got it!!" Sanji leaps, grabbing on to the tree Usopp points him too.

Satori kicks one of the balls towards Sanji. "Sanji, watch out!! Ball coming your way!!" Usopp screams causing Sanji to look back. The ball zooms towards him, hitting the tree and ricochets off another tree, heading towards Usopp.

The ball doesn't explode, instead a flower blooms out of it, Usopp still falling off the tree in surprise.

Luffy jumps up toward Satori, throwing punch after punch at him. Many of the balls near Satori are pushed away by the impact, some exploding, while others turning into strange creatures. One of these balls becomes a giant eel, biting Luffy which causes him too nearly fall through the clouds before he grabs onto a vine.

Usopp slowly gets up as Luffy swings back towards Satori. "That's it! Now's the time to try out my latest invention!" Usopp flicks down his goggles, eyeing the boat. He shuffles through his bag, pulling out a strange belt that shoots a hook rope towards a branch.

It wraps around the branch, Usopp tugging it to make sure it was secure. "Perfect! It's a straight shot to the ship!!" He says to himself, before swingling towards the boat. He nearly makes it, "The rope is stuck to the belt. I can't drop down!!" Usopp swings back, stuck to the rope.

"Look, let's just forget this little incident. Now, are you two through monkeying around?!" Sanji takes a drag of the cigarette which was somehow still in his mouth.

"Yes!! I'm sorry!!"

"Won't happen again!!"

Sanji takes a breath. "We need to get back to the ship (Y/N) is still--"

Satori floats down, and explosion blowing Sanji back. Blood rushes out of Sanji's mouth, his cigarette no more. His eyes are blown wide as he falls to the ground.

"One down, two to go."

---

The smell of ash was the first thing you smelled when you awoke.

You slowly sit up, the blanket that was wrapped around you falling from your shoulders.

You were covered in black ash, the blanket losing its blue color.

"My blanket." Was the only thing you could say, your mind still slightly hazy. You swipe some ash off, giving up when it seemingly sticks onto the blanket.

You don't remember finding it, maybe one of the others found it and gave it to you?

Wait, where is everyone. You look around you were alone on a strange boat. Crawling on your knees, you peer over the edge, coming face to face with the Milky Road.

You realized that the boat was speeding down the road, your friends nowhere to be seen. Your heart quickens as you look around the boat for a sign, nothing other than ash left.

"Luffy!!" You cup your hands around you mouth, screaming. "Sanji!! Usopp!! Where are you!!"

Tears stream down you face as no one answers. The forest remains quite as you continue to scream.

"Please!! Anyone!! Where are you?!"

---

A large dragon made from the balls of clouds towers over the pirates. They lay on the ground, defeated and groaning in pain.

"You might as well give up!! I am a vassal. I know no rival!!" Satori lets out a manic laugh.

"I-I can't go on!! I've had too many scares...my heart won't hold up!!" Usopp was bruised and beaten, his words grating as he speaks.

"You're out of options. Soon your precious ship will be out of the forest!! And then, it will be over!! Ho! Ho!"

"That's not going to happen!!" Luffy stands, extending a punch towards the dragon. It charges after him, Luffy running up a tree and grabbing onto a string right above the dragon.

"Oh!! I get it...this thing's being controlled with a string!!" Luffy snaps the string, Satori howling in shock as he's unable to control the dragon. Using the piece of the sting still attached to the dragon, Luffy pulls the dragon towards Satori, a large explosion rattling through the woods.

Satori takes a breath as he watches smoke travel through the forest. Pieces of wood around him were scorched, heat billowing around them.

"Man, that was close." Luffy mumbles.

"Huh?! You're alive?!" Satori screams.

"Hang onto him Luffy!!! Don't let that lumpy loser out of your grip." Sanji was sitting on one of the balls, Satori growling at him.

"Sanji, you're alive?"

"Barely! You almost killed me with that explosion!!"

"Hey, you guys!! Not fair!! Cowards!! It's two against one!!"

Luffy wraps his arms around Satori, keeping him locked in place as he wobbles about.

"You kidnapped my friends, without warning--made the cute angles cry and tried to kill them! So, you tell me who's the coward." Sanji snarled as he stood.

Luffy lets out a giggle at the man's struggle, his grip tightening. "Being able to predict out moves must be pretty handy in a fight. But it won't do you any good if you can't get out of the way!! Hee, hee!!"

Satori gulps in fear. "Stop!! You fools!! Don't you know what you're doing?! I am a vassal! I serve God! Let go!!" The two were silent, the only sounds being Satori's whimpers.

"Luffy!! Sanji!! Usopp!!" Satori went silent as his attacker's eyes went wide. It was a distant sound, but the two recognized it loud and clear. It was your voice, yelling for them. You were awake.

Luffy's grip becomes painful as Sanji's foot plummets into his face, a sickening crack reverberating through the woods as he falls to the ground.

A crater forms around Satori, his body motionless. Luffy snarls at the man, his chest heaving up and down as your voice rings in his ears. He watches as Sanji grinds his shoe deeper into the man, feeling no remorse when he whimpers in pain.

"Luffy!! Sanji!! I found the boat!! Hurry!! It's about to leave the forest!!" Usopp pants. Luffy spares one last glace towards Satori before rushing towards Usopp.

"Guys!! Grab onto my body!! The boat is heading towards the exit!!" The grab onto him, Luffy wrapping his arms around Usopp in a tight embrace.

"Guys!!" You wave your arms towards them as a rope wraps around the neck of the bird. You watch as the three are flung around, all of them landing on top of you, groaning in pain.

"I'm glad you're okay..." You mumble.

Luffy shoots up instantly wrapping his arms around you as he wails into your shoulder. "I thought you were a goner!! I'm so happy you're okay!!" You hug Luffy tears escaping your eyes as you smile wide.

When Luffy lets you go, Sanji extends a hand to your forehead, "how are you feeling?" His voice is low, it sends shivers down your spine.

"Fine..." Sanji takes a second before putting his hand down, nodding.

"You were cold when you passed out, but you warmed up considerably." He blows out some smoke. "You should keep that blanket on you, just in case."

Oh yeah, the blanket. "Where did you find it? I lost it ages ago?"

Luffy giggles, snuggling up next to you. "I took it."

"Why?" You look at him, his face was calm.

Luffy shrugs. "I wanted it." You realize you weren't going to get much out of him, so you end the questioning there. It's just good you have your blanket back.

"(Y/N) ...you were asleep for a while...are you sure you're, okay?" Usopp asks and you nod. You didn't want to tell them about the dream, afraid of how they'd react. Honestly, you didn't think you could describe it to them. You'd rather keep it to yourself until you figure out what it meant.

---

The sight in front of you was that of a large field, filled with flowers. Upon closer inspection, they weren't flowers at all, they were skull on top of poles, which sent dread through your body.

You watch the skulls, flinching when one cracks, a bullet passing through one. You and the others duck as a group of men duck and twirl over you. Luffy deflects a bullet, it exploding in the air near one of the men.

"Those are the same masked guerrillas we saw on the white sea!!" You yell, Luffy growling at the man with the bazooka.

"Hey! What's the big idea?! You don't want to mess with us!!" The man lays his bazooka across his shoulder.

"So, you're the ones. The Blue Sea people who are shaking thing up in Skypiea. If you value your life, go back to the Blue Sea." The man's look becomes dark as he looks away. "If you insist on interfering on this island, we'll erase you along with Enel."

"Is that a threat?! Bring it on baldy!!"

"No, stop!! Don't say another word!!" Usopp begs Luffy/

"Of course, that assumes you're even strong enough to get off this island." He and his fellow men whoosh away into the forest, Luffy sitting back down angerly.

"Just who are those guys?!"

"Whoever they are, they aren't friendly with that God Enel guy. And they sure don't seem friendly to us! Let's keep moving." Sanji says as they steer forward.

---

It didn't take too long before you finally reached the alter with all your friends. With the help of Sanji, you made it back onto the boat, it being in complete disarray. Parts of it was burned and the mast was completely gone.

"Oh, Usopp! I'm sorry. I tried to stop him. But there was a big fire...I did what I could." Chopper cried.

Usopp shook his head. "Did you take care of your wounds?"

"Huh?" Chopper tilted his head.

"A burning spear is serious business!! I'm just glad you didn't get burned to a crisp. A mast can always be replaced, but we can't replace you."

"Oh..."

"Speaking of wounds, (Y/N) needs a checkup, Chopper." Sanji leads you towards the reindeer. He jumps at the sight of you, nervous and covered in ash.

"Oh! What happened!!" Chopper takes your hand, but you stand still as he tries to pull you.

"I'm fine, I just got scared and passed out." You smile at him. "There's bigger things to worry about right now." Chopper lets go of your hand, albeit slowly, patting the back of it before moving towards Luffy.

"Chopper!! Where's the weird old guy? Didn't you say he was badly injured?" Chopper lights up.

"Yeah!! The sky knight!!" Chopper leads the crew into the medical room, the sky knight laying on a cot, unconscious.

"All because he gave us a whistle and came back to help us. If the sky knight hadn't come, the ship and I would be goners." Chopper reminisces solemnly. Luffy crouches down next to the knight, messing with his beard. The Sky Knight's bird was watching his owner with a look that made even you feel bad.

"There're lot of things I wanna ask him, but let's wait until he's awake." Sanji takes a quick look at the bird. "You too, thanks."

Sanji takes his hands out of his pockets, wiping his hands together with a deep breath. "Well, we're not going to fix the ship tonight, so returning to angle island will have to wait till tomorrow."

You all walk out of the medical room, Sanji pointing toward the forest. "Let's go set up camp by the lakeside Should anything happen, it'll be easier to fight there." Luffy shoots up in excitement.

"Yahoo!! Yes!! We're going camping!!" It was nice seeing everyone being so normal, especially after everything that's happened. You watch as Luffy goofs around with Chopper and Usopp, not noticing Robin taking a spot next to you.

"You should really get checked up; you look sick." You jump at the sound of her voice, laughing nervously at her concerned look.

"I think I'm just hungry." You reply.

"Well then, let's go eat." Robin takes you hand and pulls you towards the land. Her hold was strangely constricting, like she was trying to keep you as close as possible. Her hold let up as you got to your camping spot, Sanji already cooking, motioning you over to cry some.

---

"Attention! Everyone, thank you for your reports!! Many things are becoming clear thank to the data." You chew on a skewer as Usopp continues his tirade. You've all spent about an hour listening to the others recount what they've been doing while the four of you look for them. The one that stood out particularly, was Robin detailing her finding a dilapidated city deep in the jungle. "It turns out this island is the very "El Dorado" that the monkey mountain allied force was searching for!!"

"No kidding?!" Luffy spit out his food at the revelation.

"I told you earlier!!" Nami shouts at him.

Luffy swallows a large gulp of meat. "A city of gold, huh? Now this is the kind of adventure I've been waiting for." He stands up, wiping his hands on his pants. "Alright!! let's find that gold!!"

You sigh at Luffy's exuberances, placing down the stick from your now finished skewer. "Okay, well then we should get previsions for tomorrow." You announce. "Some of you should go and get some more food, we should also boil some water..." You list things off one by one, the others getting to work.

---

Instead of helping, Luffy decides he'd be the one to watch the water boil instead of help. He lays on the ground close to the fire, groaning as it continues to bubble.

"Man! This is so boring!" He rolls over dramatically.

"You don't have to watch the pot, stupid. When there's enough distilled water in the bowl pour it into the flask." Sanji chops away at some vegetables. "That's all you have to do. We need water tomorrow, enough for each one of us." He directs as Chopper and Zoro get back from collecting food.

You listen to the chatter of the crew as you help put food away into boxes. You huff, sweaty and exhausted, still tired from passing out earlier. You wipe your forehead with your hands, Zoro giving you a strange look as he walks by.

"You good?" Zoro raises a brow at you, his frown deepening when you nod.

"I'm fine." You say, you're voice stilted. "When does everyone think I'm not fine."

"Maybe because you look like you're going to pass out again." You role your eyes, picking up a hammer to seal the box before Zoro takes it away from you, smirking when you grow frustrated.

"You can get the hammer back when you go rest." He saunters away, the hammer tight in his hands. You gape at him, staring at the back of his head with a stupid look.

"Zoro, come help cook the stew." He groans at the sound of Sanji's voice, placing the hammer in one of his pockets before walking towards him.

"My swords aren't made for this!" Zoro was steaming a rock over a fire, his brows furrowed as he places the stone into the stew.

"Huh?! We're eating rocks too!?" Luffy stares as Sanji covers the pot.

"As if! This is "Hot Rock Stew!"" The pot sizzles. "The heat from the hot rocks cooks the stew. When you cook this way, the ingredients keep more their nutrients."

You take a seat next to Nami, who was drawing a map on a log. "Alright everyone!" Nami yells as everyone gathers around her. "Ready? First a review of Noland's picture book. He first discovered El Dorado 400 years ago. Several years later when he returned to Jaya, not a trace of gold was to be found."

Food is passed around, Chopper handing you a blow of stew with a smile. "In other words, during those few years, this island, which is the fragment of Jaya wound up in the sky."

"On the knock up stream?" You mumble, Nami nodding.

"Yes, that's the only explanation. Cricket said that the location of the underwater explosion differs each time. An explosion like that would send any island flying."

"It's just hard to image this insanely huge forest is the same forest we saw on Jaya." Zoro says with a mouth full of food.

"That's probably due to the difference between "sea clouds" and "Island clouds." It sems that there's something about the environment that of the Skypiea that has the power to rabidly speed up the growth of fauna and flora." Robin explains.

"The south birds which save us were huge too." Chopper extends his arms out wide for emphasis.

"About that...why did the south birds save you guys." Sanji asks.

"I don't know. Maybe it's related to everyone calling the sky knight "God."" Zoro chokes on his food while Luffy gapes at Chopper.

"God!" Luffy points as the Sky Knight laying on the medical bed. "So, we just need to beat up that old man?!"

"No Luffy!" You yell at him.

Nami ignores Luffy's screaming. "Noland also mentioned "Gold Ingots shaped like a bell" and south birds."

Robin nods. "And on the last page was scrawled a seemingly nonsensical sentence supposedly the last thing Noland wrote before he died. I saw gold in the skull's right eye."

Nami nods quickly, "That's it!!" She pulls out a paper. "Look at this!! I rescaled a map of Jaya that Robin picked up and paired it with an old map of Skypiea. It's an approximation, but when you line up the house of the seashore..."

She lines both the maps up, them linking together to form one large island. "This is the shape of Jaya four hundred years ago." You mumble.

You think for a second, gasping and pointing at the map. ""The right of the skull", Noland was talking about the shape of the entire Island." You say, Usopp gasping.

Nami smiles, pointing at you. "But there's only half an island left, so it's no wonder the mystery couldn't be solved."

"Treasure!!" Luffy jumps up, yelling towards the sky.

"Tomorrow, we can head straight for this point. We can't just abandon the ship so we should divide into two teams!!:

Nami smirks, clearly dreaming of the berries she could get. "Make no mistake!! A vast treasure trove of gold awaits us!!!"

---

The others celebrate the discovery by bonfire, the sun completely set at the only sounds being those of bugs and celebration.

You sat farther away, fighting off sleep. "Why don't you go celebrate with them."

The Sky Knight was finally awake, his body covered in a cloak. You shrug at the man. He gives you a strange look you try and ignore as he sits down next to you.

"I overheard you meeting earlier. I understand this island was once called Jaya. In Skypiea this place is called "sacred ground." Do you know why?"

He takes a handful of dirt. "For you all, this land is something you take for granted. But here in the sky this shouldn't even exist. Things can grow on island clouds, but they can't be born there. Greenery and soil don't normally exist in the sky."

"We call this varse." You gape at him, your eyes wide as you watch the dirt fall back onto the ground.

The old man takes a look at you, the same strange one from earlier. "You're not from this world, are you?"

---

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #one piece x reader #one piece strawhats #yandere one piece x reader #yandere one piece #straw hats x reader #yandere strawhats #one piece

[burlveneer-music]

Alessandro Alessandroni - Alessandroni Proibito (Music from Red Light Films 1977​-​1980) - some real vintage 70s Italian soundtrack grooves, from erotic movies

Alessandro Alessandroni is no longer remembered simply as 'the whistler' in Morricone's spaghetti western soundtracks – and rightly so, since he was the key figure behind much of Italian 'secret music' from the 60s and 70s, always there in the studio during recording sessions, whether as a multi-instrumentalist or as the leader of session vocal group I Cantori Moderni di Alessandroni. Today his pervasive presence and important role has been finally recognized by music professionals and enthusiasts alike, so much so that he is now considered the true father of Italian library music – a genre whose sound he shaped since 1968.

As a film composer, Alessandroni often worked for small productions that had very limited (and often regional-only) distribution, and whose budgets were worlds apart from those in the 'top league' where friends and colleagues like Morricone, Bacalov, Trovajoli or Piccioni thrived. Rarely released as a soundtrack, this music ended up, at best, forgotten inside dusty ¼-inch reels or, at worst, disappearing into thin air. After a string of releases that have brought back to life forgotten or lost works by Alessandroni (Sangue di Sbirro, Afro Discoteca, Lost and Found, etc.), it was pretty natural for us at Four Flies to start delving into a little investigated area of his filmography: his scores for erotic films, the last genre to gain popularity in the flourishing Italian film industry of the 60s and 70s, and perhaps the most extreme too, the one that, by pushing things too far, eventually put an end to that industry and its genres. So, we're now very proud to present Alessandroni Proibito, an exclusive boxed set of five 7-inch records. It contains a total of 14 previously unreleased tracks from the soundtracks of 4 soft-core erotic films that included hard-core sequences and, therefore, fell somewhere in-between normal commercial distribution and the underground scene of adult movie theatres. Taking an artisanal approach to his musical craft, Alessandroni was not afraid of having to deal with spicy subject matter, wobbly productions, implausible plots, improvised actors, or cinematographers who were clearly no disciples of Storaro. And he was so good at making a virtue out of necessity, at turning budget constraints into creative advantages, that he created soundtracks that far surpass the films' quality, with music that at once captures and elevates the spirit of the erotic genre as if into a condensed symbol. More specifically, the maestro recorded many of the pieces in a DIY fashion at home, using a 4-track Teac tape machine to arrange his compositions. The Teac allowed him to play different instruments on each track, which meant he could basically put an entire soundtrack together all by himself, or almost all by himself. These recordings often feature drum machines – which provide that retro, early electronic music vibe – as well as funk guitars and exotic-sounding percussion in the rhythm tracks. In addition, there is an extensive, almost bewildering use of synthesizers to replace solo instruments that would have required a paid session player. On top this minimalist arrangement, Alessandroni layered what he could: some piano chords, a little flute and, most importantly, his signature 12-string guitar phrasing. The result is just stunning: a unique mixture of electronic music and acoustic instruments, in a style that stops short of kitsch and ranges from cinematic ambient pieces like "Tensione erotica" to disco-funk tracks like "Snake Disco" and "One Sunday Morning", both of which feature vocals by Alessandroni himself.

#Alessandro Alessandroni #soundtrack #funk #library music #italy #four flies records

[trevlad-sounds]

Wednesday 20 December Mixtape 406 “Unknown Magic”

Ambient, Electroacoustic, Electronic, Drone, Trevlad Sounds Wednesdays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Please subscribe so future shows can bloom. https://linktr.ee/trevlad

Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

Wojciech Golczewski-Superunknown 00:31

Dr Atmo & Ramin-Fight The Judgement 03:48

Innerst Inne-Skogen 10:08

Drapizdat, Сам Себе Па-Тер Ве 15:43

Badge Époque Ensemble-Air, Light & Harmony 20:12

Jaakko Eino Kalevi-Chaos Magic 24:37

Tiger Tigre & Taurelle-Sport Mécanique 28:55

Virusmoto-ᛊᚾᚨᚲᛖ-ᚹᛁᛏᚲᚺ ᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ 33:14

Imrryr-2nd 37:37

Alessandro Alessandroni-Luci Rosa (From 'L'Adolescente') 41:27

Duolant-Chasms Unknown 44:48

Joseph Shabason-Ed Templeton 48:03

Les Imprimés-Falling Away (Instrumental) 50:37

Pabellón Sintético-Crepitar 53:40

#Wojciech Golczewski #Data Airlines #Dr Atmo & Ramin #Fantasy Enhancing #Repeatle #Drapizdat #Сам Себе Па #Not Not Fun Records #Badge #Époque Ensemble #telephone explosion records #Jaakko Eino Kalevi #Tiger Tigre & Taurelle #ERR REC #Virusmoto #Frequency Domain #Imrryr #Alessandro Alessandroni #Four Flies Records #Duolant #Woodford Halse #Joseph Shabason #Les Imprimés #Big Crown Records #Pabellón Sintético #Trevlad Sounds #innerst inne

[chansbabyg]

3RACHA - Locked and Loaded

“Now that all the boys have finished their recordings We can concentrate on other important things” Han says.

Binnie gets excited at the idea of being able to spend more time with you and the boys. “Yeah, other important things like showing y/n how much we appreciate her”. He winks at Chan.

“We just wanted to make sure you got home safe” Chan laughs as they all follow you to your doorstep.

“Want to come in for a quick drink? I won't see you till you get back from Japan”. Your bottom lip playfully drops with sadness.

Your three favourite guys nodded and entered your apartment.

Time flies from the moment the first cork is popped on the champagne. Lots of chatter, lots of laughs mixed in with a bit of reminiscing.

The four of you sit on your enclosed, private balcony sharing not only one, not two but find yourselves nearly finished your 3rd bottle.

As you get up to refill your glass, Han grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. Your eyes connect. You see him lick his lips and a bolt of lightning shoots through your body.

“Oh what's going on here?” questions Changbin. “Hey Chan, check this out” Chan winks at Binnie.

Chan stands up and walks over to you as you’re sitting on Han’s lap. He leans forward so his face is centimetres from yours. You can smell his cologne and it sends more bolts through your body. “So baby girl, how would you like a bit of fun with 3RACHA before we have to head off tomorrow?”

Chan’s finger gently traces along your jawline. You find yourself closing your eyes and biting your bottom lip as you nod in agreement. A heavy breath escapes your mouth. You feel yourself clenching as you start to feel Han’s excitement rising up beneath you.

You start to think to yourself ... is this real? Am I dreaming?

You open your eyes and see Chan leaning closer to you and without hesitation his soft plump lips are connected with yours. You open your mouth to invite in his tongue, which he accepts.

As your kissing gets more heated, you notice Han is reaching around inside your dress and bra now caressing your breasts. Squeezing them, pinching your nipples and kissing your neck.

You soon find Chan nibbling his way down past your neck. Han moves one of his hands so it's wrapped around your neck while the other one continues kneading and caressing your breast. Chan moves down, freeing one of your breasts and sucking on your nipple, leaving his marks as he makes his way further down. He's now on his knees, pushing your legs apart.

His warm breath is silky as he kisses your inner thighs. Han reaches down and wraps his hands around your thighs. He lifts your legs so your feet are nestled on his thighs. Then all of a sudden you feel Chan's long digits brush past your pussy lips as he moves your saturated panties aside so he can taste your juice.

He wastes no time. He parts your pussy lips and punches his tongue inside you. You let out a high pitched shriek which the 3 boys find amusing. His nose rubs along your clit as he's devouring you. Han brings one of your arms up and places your hand at the back of his neck while your other hand is busy with your fingers running through Chan’s hair, stopping every now and again to push his head so his face is smothered with your pussy and it’s juices. The squelching noise your cunt makes as Chan eats you out turns you on even more. Chan starts to suck and lick your clit as his fingers invade your dripping hole - moving 2 fingers in and out at a slow pace.

Changbin walks over to you. He cups your face in his hands. He starts to kiss you passionately. Your body starts to writhe as Chan is bringing you close to your first orgasm. Your movements are making Han’s cock so hard. You remove your hand from Chan's hair and reach for the top of Changbin's sweatpants. He notices you struggling. He stops kissing you and decides to help. He drops his sweatpants - no boxers, no briefs. You see his cock – it’s so fucking thick – not long but thick, with a vein down the side. You want to taste it. Changbin moves in closer so you can take him in your mouth.

You lick the tip of his dick as his hand holds it still for you. You wrap your mouth around the top of his cock - Changbin responds by gently thrusting forward so you can take him further into your mouth. After only a few of Changbin’s thrusts, you unwillingly take your mouth off his cock as you're overcome with the first orgasm that Chan brings you.

Chan stands up and stands you up with him. This allowing for Han to release his cock. One look at it has you salivating. It's so fucking Pretty. It's long, straight and smooth. Han turns you around and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties to pull them down your legs. You take off your dress and bra for him as he does this. You step out of your panties and Han once again grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him. Only this time with his pretty cock exposed - waiting to be buried inside you. You straddle him and feel his tip threaten your opening. He lines up his cock with your hole and you slowly lower yourself down onto him. The goddamn stretch is painful, yet pleasureable. You let out a moan and Han lets out a growl as you lower yourself down onto his shaft.

You slowly start to move up and down. Changbin moves back over to you to continue where you left off. You again have is beautiful cock in your mouth. Changbin's hips moving back and forward as you lean into him, tasting his cock. Han starts to rock his hips up into you, almost in time with Changbin's thrusts.

Chan moves to behind you and starts to rub his hands over your back, enjoying the sight before him. His hands begin to move a little lower until you feel his fingers rubbing over your tight asshole. Chan licks his forefinger. He slowly and gently enters it into your ass. You clench around Han's cock. "Girl, i'm going to cum if you keep clenching on my cock like that" he groans at you.

Changbin begins to thrust harder and you start to feel his tip stabbing at the back of your throat - you gag as he does this, but seeing you gag only turns him on even more, bringing him closer to painting the inside of your mouth.

Chan now has 2 fingers inside your ass, moving them back and forward. Moving in time with Han's hips thrusting up into your wet, tight cunt. Chan is getting impatient. Han sees this and slouches down further into his chair. Chan pushes you forward onto Han's chest. Your ass is now open for business. Chan spits down onto your ass crack and wipes his fingers in it and along the length of your opening. He then squeezes 3 fingers into your clenching ass.

"Baby ... im ... about ... to ... cum" Changbin pants, as you feel his warm milky cum coat the inside of your mouth.

"Swallow it ... all of it" Han growls at you.

You turn your head slightly to see Chan is now completely naked and lining up his cock with the entrance to your ass. Your eyes widen with both fear and excitement as you see the size of his manhood. He's long, thick, veiny with a slight curve. Han halts his thrusts, allowing Chan to enter you, without hurting you.

You feel Christopher's cock lined up with your tight hole. He spits on his dick, rubs it in and gently, yes gently starts to rip you open. Tears start to well up in your eyes. Han kisses your tears as they fall from your eyes. Christopher continues to glide his thick trunk into your tight hole. Moaning coming from the depths of the pit of your stomach. Finally, the gliding stops. Without you even realising, he's bottomed out inside you. But he lets you get used to him before he starts to move. Han starts with tiny thrusts up and down - only tender little movements.

Christopher leans forward and places one hand on your shoulder and his other hand on your lower back. You see Han nod at Chris and they both start to move in time with each other. Han in, Chan out. Chan in, Han out. Han In, Christopher out.

"oh fuck..." you scream.

Changbin walks back over to you and starts to kiss you. Never in your wildest dream would you think you'd have all 3RACHA tasting you and filling your body with their seed. You moan into Changbin's mouth as his tongue twists around yours. He swallows your moans.

Han and Christopher now picking up the pace and are both grunting and moaning loudly, getting closer to their highs. Changbin starts rubbing his fingers through your hair and rubbing the top of your back. Your pussy is so messy that the sounds could be heard from the next room,

You moan loudly but manage to press out the words they wanted to hear "i'm cumming again ..." and with that they pick up the pace - smashing into you. Han grunting and moaning faster and louder - Chris grunting and breathing in air through his clenched teeth until he lets out a roar and you feel his warm seed enter your ass. Prompting Han to also let out a loud groan as he paints the inside of your pussy white.

The two men who have just released inside your body, collapse into you until their dicks fall out of you. You feel the drizzle running out of your holes.

Changbin leaves to the other room but returns within a minute with wipes and 4 bottles of water in his arms.

Chan looks at you and asks "can we please continue this when we get back baby girl ?"

You smile. "You don't even have to ask"

@moonlightndaydreams 3RACHA cumdump just for you ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY 😘.

You have given me the confidence and courage to write. Here is my first "bigger" piece at nearly 1.7k. Not only that ... I received my first badge with this post aswell. Thank you for being my SKZ bestie 💓 I'm so happy we found each other 🥰

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[druidshollow]

Hey, what health condition thing does Rivers have? I must know why he’s discriminated against.

i was gonna answer this in the rivers longpost but i think having a separate post w this little graphic that i link back to is fine mostly because then i dont waste 4 of my 30 image slots! :D

@crows-junk-pile asked about it a while ago too but i lost the ask at some point and all i have is a screenshot sorryyyyy (also sorry for the ping but i figured since youd asked once i would)

it's called unstable neuron disease, but the term disorder would be more accurate since its not really a disease at all. maybe iterators will pick up the name unstable neuron disorder after the mass ascension

for this number i pass the mic to my colleague four falling phrases

great thanks phrases

phrases' dialogue text transcript below!

Unstable Neuron Disease (Abbreviated UND) is an illness of the Neuron Flies. It is the flies that are sick, not the iterator themself. This is a common misconception. Iterators ailed with UND often refer to themselves as sick for simplicity's sake. It causes irregular movements commonly called "twitches" or "shocks". When the flies twitch, rogue electricity runs through them, and an erroneous signal containing the fly's neural contents is sent to the iterator housing them, confusing the iterator and disrupting their train of thought. When two flies twitch at the same time and collide, it causes the rogue electricity in the flies to run through the iterator's structure and centralize in the puppet. It is quite painful, and scientists are still unsure why this happens. The iterator also recieves the information of BOTH flies when this happens, being even more disorienting and overwhelming. For a being dedicated almost entirely to thought and work, this irregularity can be quite frustrating.

There is no known cure, but there are treatments and modifications that can be made to ease an iterator's struggle and pain.

It mostly afflicts generation 1 models, and has never been recorded in a gen 3 model. It is most likely caused by environmental factors, such as infrequent temperatures (like you'd see where we live), and dryer climates (similar to how the North was before the Great Equalizer). It was greatly misunderstood for a long time. For a while, the insulting name "Unreliable-Minded Iterator Disorder" was bounced around Esteemed groups and Council Houses. Sick iterators historically were shown little sympathy and were treated as… dramatic slackers, until model #313 A Fleck of Flame fell ill, and he and his administrator dedicated themselves to studying the disease, giving it the proper name it has now.

Fleck is responsible for most information and research we have on UND, as well as viable treatments that do not invade upon Taboo Law.

#druid answers #oc posting #druid draw #finally more info on this..... sorry lmao

[blood-injections]

The fabulous four were dusted years ago, but they still haunt the zones. Their names are spoken in reverence, like the Witch's, but sometimes in spite too, because nobody likes heroes anymore. To most zonedwellers, at this point martyrdom is nothing but suicide, an easy way out. You can say you died for your cause all you want but at the end of the day theres four less pawns on the board and if they were still here maybe they'd be overthrowing the king instead. It's different, running to Battery City instead of from it, many still think the faulous four were insane for it. Sure, they had a reason, but many argue it wasn't good enough. You don't just trade four lives for one like that, not in war. It's bad strategy. 

Whatever. In reality, most zonedwellers just don't care anymore, those legends are legends now, all thats left of them are their names, heavier in some places than others.

Like here, at the crash track, everyone knows of the Kobra Kid. His name is traded like a dietys among the racers, as if hes some god that can grant you luck in a race if you leave the right offering by the starting banner or whisper the right words under your breath. More than the rest of the fabulous four, Kobra Kid carved out a place for himself here, a trench of a legacy through zone four that everyone that races or watches them knows, the fastest 'joy to ever grace the tracks, they say, and even dead, the Kobra Kid remains such, standing tall as reigning champ in what remains, the records that no racers yet to beat. 

It seems that out of respect, no one even tries. It's become a superstition, that if you try to break one of Kobra's records, it's bad luck, like shattering a mirror or walking under a ladder, they say that on your next race you'll spin out or pop a tire or break a leg for real, that you'll be luckier than usual if you don't break your neck. 

Hardly anyone that hangs around the crash track anymore actually knew him, but everyone still knows his story, its whispered in the stands like gossip, killjoys discussing the kid that came along and grew up fast, watching races first, then one day showing up with his own bike he had saved up carbons for, then he made a name for himself quick, because the kid was a damn natural. He could race the track like an ospery flies, cutting through the sand with a grace unlike any other. Eventually he didn't just master the track, he became it. Older joys say you had to see him racing to believe it, the jumps he could make, the turns he could spin, the times he could set. They say that after he was ghosted with the fab four, the crash track, a place so full of life all day and night, was empty for a week. 

Barren. Nobody raced, crews didn't hang out, for a week there was no life, no music. It felt more like a graveyard. Some sat in the stands and watched the tumbleweeds blow across the track, waiting for a race that never started. It was a long moment of silence, and by the end of the week, apparently candles lined the track, the whole track, one big altar to the lost racer. 

Then, everyone came back, as if they had all unspokenly agreed to, and people raced again, seeing that red motorbike in the corner of their eye, keeping speed with them, they say, until a bend, then it will dissappear, and they know that if they turn to look, it will disappear too. Maybe its actually him, haunting the track, maybe its just a mirage, because he may be gone but the desert remembers, the crash track remembers. Nobody knows, but those older joys, the ones that knew Kobra, that raced with him, hardly any of them race anymore, they're fully able to, there’s just no fun in crossing the finish line and being neck to neck with a ghost.

Ao3

#umm me when. kobra kid . legacies. ough #ttlotfk #feelijg very autistic 2nitw #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr danger days #kobra kid #the fabulous killjoys #corvidscrap