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luffyvace · 4 months

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Hello there hope your doing super well ~ . As request are currently open could I please headcanons with law ,sanji, zoro. +feel free to add characters. With a s/O thats super sweet to everyone almost too sweet. Also cute. But some choice to take avngenre of y/n kinddess. And once y/N found out that is all fake. They become like a sad puppy. All sad.

Thanks for your work.💙💜

I’m doing wonderful dear anon<3 thank you for asking! Oh my I’ve never written for law, I don’t know much about him because I’m still at the impel down arc in the anime soo I hope sanji and zoro will be alright~ :)

y/n sounds so sweet! They must be protected!! (Also you used s/o and y/n so I will too, in this case no pronouns will be used ♥︎)

enjoy your hcs love! And thank you for your request! (may be a bit ooc for zoro?)

RORONOA ZORO ⚔️🗡

Zoro and a cute and sweet reader!~

what an adorable oxymoron<3

you love to cuddle and curl up on top of him when he’s sleeping

He’s a big guy so he’s sure to provide warmth

zoro doesn’t get your need to help others and being so kind to people

or how helping others makes you happy

but zoro is emotionally strong—maybe not intelligent but strong

so he knows when to draw the line for you if your accidentally being overly helpful

or if your tiring yourself out/overextending yourself

he brings a sense of balance to you in that aspect

the fact that he can do that for you is comforting and makes you feel protected

which Zoro is protective of you because of how naive you are

Zoro is very wary of strangers for you

your too sweet and assume that person is just having a bad day or that’s they’re natural face

but behind you is your big scary dog (zoro) who is glaring daggers at the person he knows actually has an evil intent towards you

Zoro is there most of the time so he doesn’t let people take advantage of you

but the times he isn’t around?

once he finds out he gonna slice that person into dice and make them return whatever they had you get them, etc

he doesn’t it like it at all and can immediately tell when someone is trying to get over on you

After the situation is handled he drags you away (getting you two lost) and says

“Seriously! You needa be more careful y/n!”

he doesn’t really notice how down you are for a while

until he turns around to ask you something and you sorta have this sad puppy look on your face

”what’s wrong with you?”

he’s not gentle about it or anything but he does care

when you tell him it’s because your sad that everyone your kind to betrays you his protectiveness heightens

”what do you wanna impress those people for when you have the world's greatest swordsman..”

he kinda muttered it to himself

but you heard and immediately perked up

you clang onto his arm and walked all the way back to the sunny like that

(might I mention it took a while since Zoro was leading..you knew the way but you decided to just let him 🤦‍♀️😂💗)

Zoro overall does appreciate what you do for him and the crew tho

how you count his push-ups and bring him the drinks/food you asked sanji to make him

it doesn’t go unnoticed so don’t worry :)

as far as y/n being cute he doesn’t notice every time

or have a big reaction when he does

he only blushes a little sometimes, again, when he notices

it’s easier to make him bashful than it is to make him blush with a cute face/smile

He does think your innocence is a bit cute tho!

…..along with naive, but still cute!

”seriously..how come your always getting yourself into trouble” (he blushes a little and turns his face away, pouting slightly)

VINSMOKE SANJI🧑‍🍳

Sanji x such a sweetheart reader is practically meant to be!!

Your both equally sweet and serving

especially sanji since he was raised in an environment where he had to serve people

you guys always insist on helping each other

your love languages are most definitely acts of service and quality time

you two do each other favors all day

”let me help you!”

”no I’ve got it sit down, relax!”

that conversation goes both ways between the two of you multiple times a day

Sanji loves to cook for you so ask him any time of day!

he never has a problem with it and wants to do it actually!

You two are equally emotional people and probably empathic

you guys feel for other people so you feel the urge to help those in need

your weakness is being too kind and his is being too much of a gentleman

you guys are actually really similar in a sense

which you all don’t mind because you can relate to each other

sanji however knows when to take a break

not to say that you don’t but you just tend to overwork yourself for other people’s sake

to which sanji puts a stop to :)

he runs you hot baths, massages your shoulders and washes your hair

You do the same for him since you’d feel bad if you didn’t

he very much appreciates this

its not every day someone takes care of him

you guys then eat the delicious hot meal he prepared and snuggle up, falling asleep together

You guys also take the chance for vacation every time you see one

Pirates have to be prepared for the worst of adventures on every island

so as soon as you see the opportunity to relax you two leap to have a fun beach day

sanji is absolutely a SIMP for how cute you are

he is SO fond over you and is always gushing and bragging (to zoro) how cute his s/o is

like literally he doesn’t shut up about how adorable you are!

a cute lady with a sweet personality??

yes please.

He definitely warns you after the first few times he sees you getting taken advantage of

it’s a sweet and gentle chat about the dangers in the world and how you can’t trust everyone

even if you don’t trust them! set boundaries and don’t let them walk all over you!

if you feel too many bad people are around don’t give them the benefit of the doubt! find a straw hat and stick with them!!

”y/n-Chan you’ve gotta use your discernment to see who is being mean and who is worthy to trust..!”

like yes some strangers are kind but some will see how sweet you are and use that against you!

absolutely does not let a man take advantage of you and will immediately kick him away

with a women tho he will probably go get robin or nami

maybe even simply take you away and let it go if it’s just a regular woman

but if it’s a pirate who’s trying to back you into a corner yeah he’s for sure getting the straw hat girls

he will offer himself instead and tell you to go get someone from back on the merry/sunny

Or maybe if you can fight he’ll root for you!

not that he likes that fact that another woman is being hurt in the process..

but if he has to choose between his woman and another one that was disrespecting his woman??

”GO MY BEAUTIFUL Y/N-CHWAAAAAN!!!”

as for sad puppy y/n he notices right away and immediately does whatever he can to cheer you up again

he bakes you sweets, runs you a bath, makes you drinks, makes you laugh, buys you whatever you want just to see you smile

and again if it was a guy who did this to you he’s 100% getting the boot 💥💥

your sure to cheer up soon with all that sanji does for you

especially with his warm cuddles n kissses ♡

thank you once again for your requests my love! Today is a very busy day..I have a lot to get out.. 😅

Overall I hope you enjoyed your hcs!

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jewwyfeesh · 14 days

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A Chapter of Clouds and Mist - 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Kagehira Mika, Saegusa Ibara, HiMERU

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

EN Proof by: Nayo @ smilebouquet (twt)

HiMERU / Mika: ……!?

Translator's note: HiMERU does in fact use the personal pronoun 我 (me, i) on multiple occasions throughout the story. I am personally unsure if its a mistake on the writer's part, or a conscious choice, and have simply translated it as-is.

[ ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Location: CosPro Agency Office

HiMERU: (...Hm? Those footsteps sound rather familiar. If HiMERU’s deduction is correct, the person that’s tailing HiMERU once again must be that—)

HiMERU / Mika: ……!?

Mika: Ngaaah…! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!

HiMERU: …Not to worry. If it weren’t for HiMERU turning his body so suddenly, you wouldn’t have tripped and fallen onto me. The one who should be apologising is me, not you.

Mika: Ehehe, HiMERU-san is as nice as ever. But, erm… I’m also in the wrong fer walkin’ while bein’ all distracted, thinkin’ ‘bout our upcomin’ meetin’… I’m real sorry…

HiMERU: Today’s briefing should be a mere smoothing over of the final details prior to the start of the show’s filming, so we just have to be quiet and listen. Even so, this movie worries me somewhat…

Let HiMERU guess… you have some questions about the pre-filming preparations? If you’re willing, you could discuss them with HiMERU.

Mika: Ngah… I’m always troublin’ ya with such things, I feel kinda bad… To be honest, there are a bunch’a things that I still don’t quite get.

Ibara: Oya oya? Two early birds catching worms, I see! Truly does wonders for the soul!

HiMERU: What great timing. Now that Vice President Saegusa is here too, you can clarify any doubts you have with him, Kagehira-san. Currently, there isn’t anyone who will drag him out to settle some business or another, so he can focus on answering your queries.

Ibara: HiMERU-shi, you sure speak harshly! But CosPro does attach a great deal of importance to this scheme — I’m sure the both of you felt that when you received your scripts.

HiMERU: We were initially told that we’d be starring in a TV series adapted from ‘Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’, but subsequently received two scripts, split into the ‘The Solar Chapter’ and ‘The Lunar Chapter’.

Not to mention, the only people who appear in both scripts are the characters played by HiMERU and Kagehira-san. In other words, our characters link the entire play together – this is what the Vice President wants to express, right?

Mika: But~ It’s exactly this point that I ain’t gettin’…! Even if the script’s split into two, why must the filmin’ be done separately? Notta mention, everythin’s gotta be kept a secret from the other half?

As the official date of filmin’ draws nearer, I get more and more nervous. Not only do I have ta focus on my role in the drama, I also needa pay attention to my interactions outside of filmin’, makin’ sure that the actors from both sides won’t find out ‘bout this. Aren’t we all shootin’ the same drama~?

HiMERU: Although HiMERU never had any objections to the Producers’ arrangements, HiMERU feels that Kagehira-san’s doubts are reasonable.

It’s just that… the answer to your question seems to lie in the core of what the agencies are trying to achieve with this three-way partnership. HiMERU is afraid it may be difficult for the Vice President to answer.

Ibara: Since issues on either side are inevitable, the interests of CosPro as a whole take precedence. Should Kagehira-shi be unable to feel at ease whilst on set, then that is a failure on my part. I have failed as the Vice President.

The reason why the arrangement is so special is because, other than to pay homage to the setup of the original work, the producers also hope to use this method to rouse interest in it. Such is a common marketing strategy in the industry.

Oh, I’m hearing some footsteps headed our way. With that, our ‘accidental information leak’ comes to a close. I look forward to your exhilarating performance ♪

Mika: (Even though I don’t quite get whatever Vice President-san said ‘bout the marketing strategies, it’s real unsettlin’, bein’ kept in the dark like this… I can only hope that the filmin’ will go smoothly~)

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Story Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

#enstars translation #intertwined sun and moon #Kagehira Mika #Saegusa Ibara #HiMERU #a chapter of clouds and mist

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whumpinggrounds · 3 years

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Jasper Falls

earlier this week when i was trying to work on something for LCJ, my brain said what about instead we do THIS

so here we are??? idk what this is yet but i have the sinking sense it is the tip of a very large iceberg.

CW: collapse, referenced lab whump, nonbinary whumpee, semi reluctant/incompetent caretaker, exhaustion, uhhhhh idk what else lmk if i forgot something :)

“Jasper?”

The kitchen is silent. Wilder’s actually not sure why he woke up, but now that he is blinking into awareness, he wants to check if Jasper’s in bed. There’s no reply yet, and Wilder wonders if they’re asleep. He hopes so, but he can’t help doubting. He’s been here for weeks, and somehow has only seen Jasper asleep a handful of times. “Jasper?” he calls again, a little bit louder. Once more, there’s no response. Cautiously, Wilder props himself up, peering around the room.

This late, the moon provides the only illumination in the dark room, but the light pouring in from the high windows is enough to show Jasper’s cot by the door. It’s empty, blankets folded with machinelike precision at the bottom. Biting his lip, Wilder considers for a moment rolling over and going back to bed. There’s more than enough reason for him to ignore Jasper’s absence. He’s tired. He has to be up early in the morning. Judging by the angle of the moonlight through the windows, it’s the middle of the night. Even Master Aeron must be asleep at this hour.

Yet apparently, Jasper is not. It could be nothing. It’s probably nothing. Even if it’s not nothing, it’s none of Wilder’s business…but something in Wilder’s stomach is bothering him. He can’t shake the feeling that something might be wrong. Lying back down, he waits there for a moment, wondering if he could sleep even if he wanted to, and if he should try. Then he heaves an unheard, long-suffering sigh.

Groaning, Wilder hauls himself out of bed.

On sleepy, stumbling feet, Wilder makes his way to the kitchen doorway. The dining room beyond is dark, but the moon is bright enough to illuminate the hallway, so he forgoes a torch as he creeps towards the lab door. On every side loom fathomless shadows, and the cold stone beneath his feet is enough to make Wilder shiver and think longingly of his blankets. Still, he edges toward the door. It’s a bizarre, half-asleep whim, but he can’t shake the feeling that Jasper needs him.

At the barest touch of his fingers, the heavy steel door to Master Aeron’s laboratory swings open without a sound, doubtless thanks to Jasper’s continuous oiling. Not for the first time, Wilder finds himself reluctantly, profoundly grateful for his counterpart’s obsessive devotion.

Inside the lab it’s dark, all flames extinguished. The moonlight silvers everything, from the stone floor to the glassware lined up on the heavy oak tables. In some of the vials, liquids change color, bubbling and swirling in the semidarkness. Wilder glances at them covetously, out of the corner of his eye. Then he wrenches his gaze away. He’s on a mission right now.

Behind the first table, there’s nothing, but Wilder can see that beyond the second, there’s a dark lump stretched out across the floor. Pulse rate picking up, Wilder steps around the second table’s bulk and finds Jasper sprawled across the stone, limbs splayed around them as if they’ve fallen from a great height. Heart in his throat, Wilder leans down to take Jasper’s should in his hand and shake them gently. “Jazz? Hey, Jasper, you okay?”

It feels like an eon before those brown eyes crack open. When they do, Wilder swallows at the depthless exhaustion he sees there, the way their face remains slack and sallow, no life animating their features. The slitted eyes blink a few times, never opening more than halfway, and even when Jasper’s gaze settles on Wilder, their focus remains hazy, indistinct. Wilder’s heart sinks, seeing them so desperately weak.

“You can’ be in here.” Jasper’s words are so slurred, they hardly sound like speech. “Needa…stay out…”

Setting his jaw, Wilder shakes his head. “Not gonna happen. Jasper, you need help.”

“No’…not fr’m you.”

Wilder grits his teeth and tries to pretend that doesn’t bother him. “I’m the only one here,” he reminds Jasper, keeping his voice level, calm, businesslike. “Now c’mon. Let’s get you up off this floor and into your bed.”

“Leave…leave me.” Jasper is clearly trying to sound authoritative, but at the best of times, that’s a losing game. Their current position, limp-limbed with their cheek pressed to the floor, doesn’t help much. “Can…c’n handle myself.”

Wilder crouches down beside them, rests one hand on Jasper’s shoulder. “I’m here, though. You don’t have to do that.”

For a moment, Jasper is stone still, and Wilder gets to look at the stunned expression on their face. Then they shut their eyes, block him out. Turning their face fully into the floor, Jasper draws in a few hitching, unsteady breaths. The sound echoes off the floor.

“Okay,” they say finally, just when Wilder is about to remove his hand from their shoulder and try another tactic. Their voice is little more than a whisper, but at least it’s coming steadier now, and clear. “Help me up.”

Relief lightening his limbs, Wilder glances critically over Jasper’s prone position. “Right. Can you roll over on your own, or do you maybe want some help with that?”

Another unsteady, amplified breath, as Jasper faces the ground once more. “Help,” they grit out, eyes sliding away from Wilder’s inquiring gaze. Even in the dim moonlight, Wilder can see the flush in their cheeks. It makes him feel tenderly towards his companion, though Wilder isn’t sure why. Then again, nothing about his soft spot for Jasper makes sense.

“I’m going to count to three, and then I’ll roll you over, okay?”

Jasper makes no reply, but Wilder can see them gritting their teeth again, as if in anticipation of pain. It only strengthens Wilder’s resolve to be gentle.

“Okay, that’s one, and two, and three…”

Slowly, Wilder slides one hand under Jasper’s shoulder, and the other under their hip. Every movement considered and careful, he lifts them up and then adjusts his grip to let them down gently onto their back. They sigh as he does, a long release of air that Wilder knows is relief. Pulling back, Wilder pauses, eyes stuck on Jasper’s left arm.

There, in the crook of their elbow, previously hidden where it was pressed against the floor, is a deep, mottled bruise. It’s visible even in the unlit, nighttime darkness of the lab. Taking Jasper’s bicep gently in one hand, Wilder uses the other to follow the vein, suspicion confirmed by what he finds. Right in the crease of the elbow is a puncture mark. Wilder catches his breath. Glancing up, he finds Jasper looking pointedly away, blush once more giving away their shame.

“Master Aeron took your blood?”

He hates how confused his voice sounds; how clear it is that he doesn’t have any idea how this world works. Jasper shrugs as best they can, flat on their back on the ground, except that it looks more like a defensive hitch of their shoulders than the dismissal it’s meant to be.

“He needed it for a potion.”

Biting his lip, Wilder nods, wondering if this is really something he should be agreeing with. Not that Master Aeron shouldn’t have access to the material he needs, but…but he’s clearly left Jasper much too weak. “How much did he take?”

“Don’t know.” Now Jasper is struggling to prop themselves up on trembling arms, and Wilder suppresses a sigh. All they need right now is for Jas to slip and concuss themselves when they hit the ground again.

“Just – here.” Once more, he slips a hand under Jasper’s back, this time lifting his fellow apprentice up slowly to a sitting position. “Let’s hang out here for a second, okay? Don’t want you to get lightheaded again.”

In response, Jasper just mumbles indistinctly. Taking a quick peek under their mop of long, curly blonde hair, Wilder notes with a wince that their eyes are squeezed shut. “You feeling sick? Dizzy? Talk to me, Jazz.”

“Don’…fucking…call me Jazz,” Jasper spits. They’re trying to sound angry, but their hands are in fists pressed against their thighs and their arms are shaking all the way up to their shoulders. They’re hanging on by a thread, that much is clear.

Sitting back on his haunches, Wilder considers the trembling figure in front of them. With a few small adjustments, he sets Jasper up so they’re leaning against the leg of one of the big oaken tables. Then, Wilder straightens and slips away, back down the hallway. He leaves the lab door open just a crack behind him.

In the kitchen, Wilder grabs one of the little clay cups from underneath his cot and scoops some water out of the bucket by the stove. Long, careful steps carry him back to the lab, and distantly, he’s proud of himself for not spilling a drop.

When he squats down next to Jasper once again, he wonders for a minute if they’ve dropped back into unconsciousness. Their head is tipped back, their arms slack at their sides. Closer examination, though, reveals their brow is knit, and each breath comes with forceful focus. Far from unconscious, they’re fighting to stay awake. Shaking his head, Wilder takes their hand, squeezes it lightly. Slowly, their eyes flutter open.

“You came back?”

“Of course.” Wilder smiles at Jasper, and they just stare back at him, expression still blank of anything but mild confusion. “Got you some water. Here.”

For a long moment, Jasper just stares at the cup in front of them. When they reach out to take it, they do it with both hands, and still, water sloshes over the rim. Brow furrowed with focus and determination, Jasper brings the cup to their lips and takes a few small sips. Some of the tension smooths out of their face, and Wilder is unaccountably relieved.

Glancing up, Jasper gives them a strange, unreadable look, and that’s when Wilder realizes that without really thinking about it, he’s tucked in next to them, lending an extra surface to lean against. Deciding to stick it out, he shoots them a small smile, and is rewarded when they look away, corners of their lips tugging up.

They drink the rest of the water slowly, savoring it. When they’re finished, Wilder takes the cup. “I’ll put this back. Give you a second. When I get back, we’ll get you on your feet.”

Jasper nods their acquiescence, but when Wilder ducks back in the door, he finds them swaying erratically at the edge of one of the tables, clinging to it for dear life as they try to force themselves up all on their own. “Jazz! I mean, shit, sorry, Jasper, whatever.” Wilder darts forward, slinging one arm around their waist to help them stabilize. “Jasper, you shouldn’t wait until I’m out of the room to try standing.”

His tone is meant to be only gently chiding, but Jasper looks sharply down and away, avoiding his gaze. “Sorry,” they rasp, and in that single word, in their weary, desolate voice, is the most emotion they’ve shown all night. Their tone is thin with exhaustion, on the edge of defeat.

Staggered by their vulnerability, intentional or not, Wilder takes a moment to respond. “No…um, no, it’s okay, Jasper. Just, I don’t want you to fall again.” Jasper nods dully, and Wilder heaves a sigh. He needs to get them into bed. They both just need to get to bed. “Can you put your arm around my shoulders?”

Wilder is a few inches taller than Jasper – 5’8 to the blonde’s 5’6, probably – so he keeps his grip around their waist tight as he helps them toward the lab door. He doesn’t trust the arm loosely wrapped around his neck to support Jasper if their legs give out, and their stumbling, rubbery gait seem more and more likely to end in a fall, with each step they take together.

When they clear the threshold of the lab, Jasper stops, swaying in place, so unsteady on their feet they almost drag Wilder over. “Needa shut the door,” they remind Wilder. With one hand, Wilder pulls it shut carelessly – a little too carelessly, as it turns out. The steel door meets the frame with a muffled bang, and Jasper flinches at the sound.

It startles Wilder too, and they wince, hoping that Master Aeron didn’t hear it in his chamber. “Sorry.” He’s not used to the weight of the lab door, the swing of it. That’s not his fault. Still, as they wait there, hanging in the tense silence of the early morning, the guilt bubbles up fast in Wilder’s gut. “I’m sorry.”

Jasper makes no reply, just stares into the dark hall, not breathing.

The apprentices wait, trapped in the hallway in front of the laboratory door, but moments pass and no black cape swirls out of the shadows. Master Aeron’s voice doesn’t ring through the hall, and the old man’s glaring yellow eyes don’t advance down the corridor towards them. Letting his breath out in a gust, Wilder starts nudging Jasper forward again and, pliable as a child, they go.

It’s a journey of a few steps down the hallway, through the dining room, to the kitchen, where, thankfully, Jasper’s bed waits for them just on the inside of the door. Jasper is still wobbling on their feet, but Wilder could release them here, let them navigate on their own the way to their cot.

Instead, Wilder helps Jasper down to a sitting position on the edge of their bed. Bearing up their weight as Wilder helped them down the hall has only made him feel more protective of Jasper, especially because he felt the way they trembled against him. Now he watches for that shiver, sees it in Jasper’s fingers as they rest their hand against the bed. While they take on the laborious work of swinging their legs up onto the bed, Wilder picks up the blankets at the end of the cot. He only blushes a little as he drapes the fabric over Jasper.

In all the dim kitchen, the most moonlight falls squarely on Jasper’s voice. If it were someone else, Wilder would worry that the light might keep them up, but Jasper is so exhausted that Wilder doesn’t think an army bugler could keep them awake right now. Instead, all the moonlight does is cast their features in sharp pale relief, so he can see the guarded expression on their face as he, well. As he tucks them in.

“Why’re you doing this?”

The question is flatly posed, all emotion stripped away. Still, the words themselves reveal more of Jasper than the other apprentice would probably like. For his part, Wilder shrugs.

“You needed help.”

“Why’d you even come looking?”

“You weren’t in your bed.”

“Why do you care?”

Frowning, Wilder considers the question for a moment. “I guess…I don’t know. I didn’t want you to be hurt. I…” He shrugs, decides to take the leap. “I like you, Jasper.”

Jasper turns their face away, expression impassive. When they speak, their voice is a desperate attempt to be cold. It sounds more like a plea. “You shouldn’t…you shouldn’t like me. I don’t like you. You’re just…you aren’t…”

Aren’t worthy? Aren’t useful? Aren’t good enough at magic? Jasper has intimated as much before, but tonight, with the cold revealing moonlight on the both of them, Wilder has insight that he didn’t before. Tonight, the harsh words don’t get to him the way they usually do, mostly because he thinks he understands something that Jasper has been trying desperately to hide.

“But I don’t believe that,” he tells Jasper, even though he knows the other apprentice hasn’t yet said all they meant to say. “And I don’t think you believe any of that, either.”

So, why do you keep saying it? Why are you so mean to me? The questions hang, unspoken, in the air between the two. Jasper just shuts their eyes, blocking out the moon, and Wilder, and whatever it is they refuse to say.

“All right.” Wilder’s voice is soft. “All right, Jasper. Get some sleep.”

They wait until he’s almost across the room, and then when they speak, their voice is so quiet Wilder almost, almost misses it. “Wilder?”

“Yeah?”

“You can, um. If you want, I mean, you can…you can call me Jazz.”

Across the room, in the shadows, Wilder puts a hand over his mouth to cover his smile. “Okay then, Jazz.” He makes sure his voice sounds warm.

Okay.

#whumpblr #whump writing #nonbinary whumpee #incompetent caretaker #reluctant caretaker #lab whump #kinda #not really #blood #collapse #blood draw #caretaking #exhaustion #defiant whumpee #ocs #new ocs #jasper and wilder are gonna need a tag i just know it

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flourishingbatter · 6 years

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TheHomecoming : Continental cross-over pt.3

[An excerpt from the Discord server ; detailing the experiences from the various attendees to arrive.

Later on, after having an insightful discussion only a few minutes ago, as suggested of course that they've been managing to follow the...Supposed evidence which showed various trees that were bent to and fro; on the left, faults in the earth were present with overturned logs and on the right, were strange luminscent embers consisting of a violet hue seeped off the bark where there was more of a destructive incident that left this behind.

Paul

Seemingly enough, Paul was more so grimacing at the sight presented while he continued to stick with the group. "...I don't think Johnny caused this...I- ...Where the heck is that doctor?"

Revak

[Revak couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer scale of destruction in the area, his wings pressed against his back as the tension of the scene around him seemed to be affecting him personally, as if on guard.] [Upon Paul's musings in regards to another person, the boss hybrid turned to the mushroom in slight confusion.] *...D... Doctor...? What doctor?

Paul

"He- He was Johnny's way of gettin' home...Until recently that I haven't heard from him since until now."

Sela

Sela listens quietly, hand in her sweater pocket as they walk.

Paul

"I kinda met him during this...Time when I stumbled into this one place. Somethin' called the GBJ or whatever it was called. Anyways, he was talking about getting...Signatures so he made me wear a bracelet.""Er...And then I guess I kinda wandered off to do my own thing.""...Ugh, I feel like a lousy friend for not bein' there for Johnny."

Revak

[The GBJ...? Where did Revak hear that term before...?] [Regardless, he moved over to give the mushroom a reassuring pat atop his cap, the dragon rather capable of sympathizing with those particular sentiments.] *...Don't beat yourself up, friend. There's no way you could've predicted this outcome, and dwelling on "what ifs" isn't gonna help the situation. [He looks up in the direction the group was headed, clawed hands placed in his jeans' denim pockets, the ground springy beneath his leather boots.] *The way I see it, what counts right now is that you're here now, trying to help him in what's clearly a time of need for him.

Paul

Paul hummed for a moment, having no reason to object to Revak's way of comfort. He appreciated that, at least and that reasoning alone was more then enough to boost his moral optimism. "Y-yeah...He's just scared. That's what I think."

Lilith

[* Lilith would nod in agreement to both statements.] "Fear will make one commit farfetched actions. Though I am certain we can break it from him with enough effort." "But yes, do not dwell on what 'should' have happened to avoid this circumstance. It will do no good for you, trust me."

Paul

Paul nods for a moment, thinking over their words and couldn't help but share some admirable mutuality with the dragon. In all aspects, despite how silent the group was, maybe he could at least make this get-together worth something by breaking the ice. After all, a little distraction before the conundrum sounded like the best option to go for. "Say uh...While we're headin' over, wanna introduce ourselves to each other? I'll go first, I'm Paul. Champion boxer-in-the-making. The title's sort've a thing I needa work on."

Revak

[A fanged grin was had in response.] *I'll go next. *Name's Revak Gleamwing. Owner of the Dragon's Horde smithy in Waterfall, and son of the infamous war veteran, Nidhoggr. ["Infamous"... to those in his original timeline maybe. To these people he was likely just as nameless as he was.](edited)

Sela

Idly walking forward, she didn't bother to turn around for her introduction, instead giving a light wave of the hand. Her twin tails swayed lightly side to side as she moved almost as if she were sashaying, her actual tails curled lightly and lifted from the ground much like a cat's. "Sela, junkshop owner in the back of Waterfall."

Happy

Happy had been quietly, and grumpily following the group and for the most part was quiet, save for mumbling and complaining underneath his breath about the situation every now and then. But now was the time for introduction. As much as he wanted to avoid focusing on anything else other than his date being ruined or kicking Johnny's ass for ruining it, he might as well introduce himself. Last thing he needed was for these guys to call him something else on the spot and anger him more than he needed to be. * ...... Happy. The name's Happy, pal. He would cross his vines and look up in an almost snooty fashion.

Revak

[Huh... seemed he remembered the flower from the resort. However, he didn't comment on his percieved crankiness, as everyone here had good reason to be upset.]

Revak

*...All I really gotta say is, once this is all over, I'm taking a few weeks off to spend time with my loved ones. [He sighed gently, a puff of flame bubbling from the dragon's mouth.]

Happy

* HA. HAHA!* NO KIDDING A sudden outburt from the flower. * I WAS PLANNING TO SPEND MY TIME WITH MY LOVED ONE JUST AS THIS ALL WAS BEGINING.* And now, that's probably going to have to wait.* Again.

Paul

There is a subtle amount of concern when Paul looked on over to Happy. Nonetheless, the mushroom could only nod in a gesture of mutual agreement. "...I-I'm sure he's gonna be reasonable. Not sure how his parents will react to him...Bein' changed and all that."

Lilith

[* Lilith would wait until the oters finished speaking before lifing her own voice.] "My name is Lucida. However.. I have taken to the name 'Lilith' lately due to some confusion with a counterpart of mine."

Revak

[He'd been about to respond but upon hearing the skeleton speak, he paused... He remembered a small UnderNet encounter awhile back with a "Lucida", but... surely there were dozen of Lucida's. Best not to assume.] * I hear ya. I had a counterpart whose girlfriend mistook me for him. * Things nearly got ugly, to say the least... [It'd been nerve wracking at the time, but looking back at the confusion he couldn't help but laugh.]

Sela

Counterparts. The shopkeep couldn't help but almost laugh when she thought of hers. Dheela was definitely... her own sorta case. Even if they really were quite similar. She could understand Happy's sentiments, being in a foreign world stranded was definitely not on her to-do list for today. "I hope this doesn't take long."

Paul

The strange shift in topics about counterparts did make the mushroom sort've draw a blank in his mind. If he had an alternate, then...That'd be almost comparable to having a sibling? Or in this case, twins if he were to deem it that. Right now, he didn't have any say on the matter but Sela's brief comment remind him of the current event. "...Yeah..."

Happy

* ......Oh... I hope Corrupted isn't worried about me. He was waiting right outside that portal..... The flower sighed.

Sela

"Maybe he's... Wherever the fuck Johnny moved the portal, with him."

Revak

* ...I hope Solo's doing ok... [He'd been in so many scraps lately, he couldn't help but get a bad feeling about her current state. Especially considering a certain Wendigo was now in the picture...]

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