#clue crew face reveal

[detectivedrewshouldgetaclue]

Damn it, Hannah!

#the closest thing I could do to a face reveal #iykyk #nancy drew #her interactive #clue crew #nancy drew pc games #nancy drew memes #nancy drew meme #nancy drew books #Hannah Gruen

[sinning-23]

Serenade (Zoro x Siren!Reader)

Warnings: none really, mentions of touching and like ONE kiss. reader wants to eat zoro but fails successfully?

Enjoy

Pt.2 Found Here

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He had dozed off on the main deck, the sun hitting his face just enough to warm him up as he rested. The rock of the boat had him in somewhat of a trance and the song from below had lulled him into a false sense of security. That voice. So beautiful, so heavenly. Like a warm embrace, the notes wrap around him, the feeling of hands trailing up his forearms towards his shoulders.

Nails, sharp and threatening trace the lines of his neck with ease, coming up to caress his jawline, his heart swelling at the action, like a dream. A heavenly dream, that voice lures him into slumber. Your voice lulls him to rest.

On the ship's edge, you clawed your way up the side, slithering between the bars. You can see his chest rising and falling as your song pulls him closer and closer to rolling off the edge. You didn’t want to devour him…we’ll you did. You wanted to taste him, touch him, have him.

Own him.

And so far, for the last 5 days, your voice has done that. Every day and at the same time for 5 days he would ‘doze off’ mistakenly, the low tones of your song making him drowsy. You’d sneak into his dreams, making him hallucinate your touch, the way your body feels wrapped around him.

Zoro had never really felt inclined to act on feelings like lust before…but when it came to this unknown force (you) he felt…almost uncontrollable. You would have been successful if the orange haird woman hadn't stomped her way towards him, agasp leaving her lips when she spotted you, puddle of sea water beneath you as you reached to pull him by his swords.

"ZORO!" She calls, his eyes opening just as you retreat back and try to escape.

Lulling your prey was easy, going for the kill, not so much. Your tail flops and smacks against the wet wood, your nails leaving indents beneath you when he grabs you by your wrist with a scowl. Your hunger is replaced with fear, not truly knowing the gravity of your situation. You had gotten close to killing one of the most skilled swordsmen, and he looked like he was about to turn your goofy ass into sashimi.

"P-Please," You pleade, voice lulling him right back into compliance.

Resorting to begging had gotten you out of more tough situations than you'd admit...so why not try now? Your serenade was strong enough to make him let his guard down, maybe it would get you out of being killed from essentially trying to get some lunch.

Perhaps you could flip this and make it seem like you were only trying to seek help.

"Please help me." You let your free hand trail up his shirt, caressing the skin there as your nails left a bit of an indent. He swallows hard, pupils blown wide.

It's working.

The ginger speaks but it only falls upon deaf ears as you try and convince your victim you're innocent.

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You sit idly at the table, the rest of the crew you had successfully avoided up until this point simply watching you. Your pleading had managed to get Zoro to spare your life and the captain who you learned to be named Luffy, insisted on helping you since you asked. Help with what? You had no clue, it was a lie to get you out of a mess and now here you were sitting silently as their eyes glazed over cautiously.

The ginger who you leaned was named 'Nami' was less than fond of you and the two men who came to be known as Usopp and Sanji only stared on awe, trying to figure out whatever they could about you simply based on appearance.

The oversized shirt you had borrowed was sliding down your shoulders, revealing part of your back and the very real dorsal fin down your spine.

He notices how your eyes blink both vertically and horizontally, most likely something to do with your mythological abilities as a mermaid? siren? He didn't care. Well, he did but that wasn't what the main focus was. He wasn't to know how you'd gotten him so relaxed like that.

He was nonchalant and calm in chaos but...never relaxed like that. Where he felt like he was floating. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the illusion of you caressing his hair and his shoulders, pressing soft lips to his temple, or along the skin of his neck. He swallows hard, trying to refocus on the conversation at hand instead of how you'd had him entranced.

"I'm just hungry is all." You speak, eyes piercing his when you say it. He feels his stomach sink.

As if waiting for the okay to begin prepping, Sanji makes haste to get to the kitchen, exploring you follow him, only to be stopped by Nami who whispers a warning into his ear. He seemed more cautious now, telling you to wait where you were instead.

"So, like, what are you?" Usopp questions, still taken with the sight of merfolk in front of him. Unknown to you, you'd definitely be part of his rather aggrandized stories.

Zoro's eyes don't leave your form, the conflicting feelings of what he hoped wasn't some immature crush and adoration brewing in his chest. As far as he could tell you handt opened your mouth to sing or convince anyone of anything to save your own life. So why had you gotten him so...attached. He dismisses himself quickly. Nami knows that look and shakes her head no, following after him when he opts to leave the front deck.

"She tried to kill you, you know that right? And of course, Luffy is gonna help her because she asked and used her stupid siren powers or whatever the hell!" She scoffs, arms folded over her chest.

"Your point? Plenty of people try and kill me."He shoots back, only making Nami throw her hands up.

"Fine, but when shes got her teeth in your neck, I'm not coming to save your ass."

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He knows he should have listen, but how can he when you've god those beautifly sharpy pearly whites grazing right over his jugular, your tongue slinding over the spot instead.

"Let me taste you." You command, voice sweet yet venomous, and all he can do is nod, capturing your lips.

or is this another illusion he's so stupidly fallen for?

Pt.2 maybe? i hope yall liked this lol. sorry for any spelling errors too.

#x reader #reader is black #one piece #one piece live action #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #opla zoro #zoro one piece #zoro one piece live action #one piece live adaptation #one piece x reader #opla x reader #one piece zoro x reader #reader is a mermaid

[embracing-the-ineffable]

Let's bust a popular myth!

David Tennant was NOT filming the upcoming Dr Who specials while also filming GO season 2!

Good Omens s2 filmed from Nov 2 2021 - Mar 1 2022; the Doctor Who specials filmed May 3 - July 25 2022.

So... what's with Crowley's s2 shifting sideburns and tattoo? Everything is meant. (And if you're not sure about the crew's over-the-top attention to detail, please read this post about the antique sink recreation.)

(pics above, all from s2: "oh no, it's not like that", the love confession, and planning to do a half miracle each)

It seems like Dr Who could be an easy excuse to mask s3 hints hidden within s2...

Here's the first theory/analysis I've seen, by @f0ul-f13nd. What do YOU think??

Have some more pics to study:

(pics above: before the beginning, s1 wall slam with subtext, s2 watching the awning of a new era)

(pics above: lots of angles and both sides of his face during the s2 love confession and kiss)

(pics above, from s2: learning about Azi's French lessons, threatening Jim!Gabriel)

And don't get me started on his multiple wigs and headbands during Job, or his trimmed mausoleum mutton chops. (Details with links are filed under "inconsistencies" in my pinned collection of Clues and metas, if you want them!) There's at least one unreliable narrator at play here, but the question is WHY? WHO? WHAT does it MEAN??!

Someone should ask Neil, PROPERLY! (I'm teasing, with the utmost admiration, please don't actually ask him! No magician is going to reveal their trick in the middle of their act.)

Interested in diving further into all the Good Omens mysteries? I have lots more of my own posts plus Clues and metas from all over the fandom, here.

#good omens #unreliable narrators #good omens meta #crowley good omens #crowley's hair #Crowley's sideburns #Crowley's tattoo #clue with a capital C #good omens season 2 #renew good omens #good omens analysis #david tennant #dr who

[wonwoosthetic]

Presents and Surprises 🌷 Minnie

< series masterlist

word count – 1.2k

"Now every one of us has a present?" Seungcheol asked into the round. Some of the members, who had just received individual gifts were already playing around with them - DK was playing around with his camera, while Dino was trying out the Beyblades he had gotten.

The leader got a round of hums and nods in return, letting him continue, "Then there's only one gift missing, right?" His eyes drifted over to the girl, who hadn't left her seat right next to his during the entirety of the livestream.

Minnie was already grinning brightly, nodding excitedly as soon as those last words fell from the rapper's lips. A few of the members who were actively listening to the oldest scrunched their eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you talking about, hyung?" Seungkwan wondered, turning around to glance at the leader. The girl's big smile didn't give him any clues.

"Minnie has something share," he told the '98 Liner, which got a frown from the female member in return. The mention of another present gained the attention of almost everyone in front of the camera, even the idols on the other end of the couches now looking over.

"Wait- me?"

Cheol nodded.

"No, we-," she pointed between the young rapper and her, "Vernonnie and I have a surprise."

"Huh?" The man in question lifted his head up, being caught off guard by the conversation he was having with Minghao. "Me?"

"We have a gift. For Carats," Minnie explained further, standing up from her place on the couch, straightening down Seungcheol's jacket she was forced to wear.

Vernon, still as confused as he could possibly be, followed her movement towards the production crew behind the camera.

"We do? Oh-," Suddenly the lightbulb in his head lit up, "Sh- right, yeah, we do. We do have one." He was quick to follow, pushing himself up from the floor, ready to go along wherever she was heading. Minnie was back in view, holding onto a piece of cardboard paper close to her chest, not revealing what was portrayed.

"I almost forgot about it," Vernon chuckled to himself, joining her by sitting down in front of the low tables in the middle of the room. The members behind it had spread out slightly, so everyone could still be perfectly seen.

Minnie's grin fell in an instant, straightening her back as she glanced at the younger member. "Wh- how? We wrote this together!" She scoffed out loud, already dropping hints at what they were about to reveal.

"Well, you wrote a song-" The '98 Liner tried to argue, but the girl was having none of it.

"We did! We both wrote it. You wrote your part."

"Some of it, but you wrote most of the lyrics," Vernon continued to explain, laughing at the pure disappointment on her face. The members behind them joined him, chuckling at the two bickering like the typical brother-sister duo they were used to.

"You're throwing me under the bus!"

"What? No, I-"

"So if the song doesn't do well, I'm to blame," Minnie dramatically whined out, pushing him away from her as he tried to touch her shoulder.

"No," Vernon chortled, by now hunched over, holding onto her arm for support, "We both wrote it, but you did most of the work on the lyrics. And it turned out very well."

The girl shook her head with a laugh, "Unbelievable. But anyways-" she turned back straight towards the camera.

"Yes, please just reveal it!" The leader tried to mediate the situation, chuckling at the scene in front of him.

"We… we kinda already did…" the young rapper spoke quietly, making the girl giggle as she suddenly turned around the cardboard she was holding onto.

"Happy Birthday, Carats!"

Revealing the art cover for their soon-to-be-released single. A round of applause filled the room as Vernon got a hold of the art, letting his eyes roam over the entire frame.

"We wrote a song together!"

"Wow… it looks really cool," his comment got the attention of some nosy members behind him, who had come forward to get a closer look.

"Ooooh, it looks so moody and dark," Dokyeom stated.

Minnie chuckled, "But that's… actually not really the vibe."

"Then what is the vibe of this song?" Hoshi wondered, getting back to his seat after he looked at the cover.

"Hm…" the girl thought out loud, "What would you say?" Turning to her right.

The '98 Liner looked up at her before turning towards the camera, handing the artwork to the members who were desperately trying to get a hold of it. "I would say… happy? Ehm… exciting? I don't know how to describe it honestly," making Minnie chuckle as he grinned sheepishly.

"I think you're right though," she glanced behind her, smiling at the rest of the group who seemed just as excited as them. "The song is called 'Stupid In Love' and I think… I think it's the perfect song for Carats."

"What is it about?" Joshua questioned her, getting a shrug in return.

"Being in love?" Her answer sounded more like a question, getting a gentle shove to her shoulder by the younger member who was still sitting next to her, chuckling at her response. "I don't know what else to say!" She defended herself, "If you hear the lyrics, you'll understand."

"Yeah," Vernon nodded in agreement, "The lyrics are a lot of fun and the song in general is supposed to, kinda, uplift your mood," he explained.

"You worked really hard on it," Mingyu suddenly commented, making the two younger members turn their heads. "You spent a lot of time in the studio." His fellow rapper bobbed his head.

"Should we give them a small teaser of it?" Minnie asked the group, which was quickly followed by hollers and claps in excitement.

"But, didn't you also make something for the song?" Wonwoo interrupted before the production crew could play the snippet of the chorus.

The girl's eyes lit up immediately, "Yes! But you-" She shot up, peeking back for a split second before turning around again, "Never mind," she shook her head with a mumble, getting a few chuckles from the guys as she sunk back down. "I…" Minnie looked down at her hands, "You'll have to listen to the entire song to understand it. But I think once the song is out, Carats will… really appreciate it," nodding along with what she was saying.

"I'm sure they will," Vernon spoke up, smiling over at the female member. "It's a good song, we did well. Can we play it now?" He asked the crew, who was already waiting for the exact moment.

Just a moment before the song was played, Minnie shouted out, "Happy Birthday, Carats!" Sending hearts into the camera as her and the rapper's voices filled the room. Moving slightly closer to him, the girl nudged Vernon's side, making him glance over at her, his eyes falling to her hand that was already formed into half of a heart. He copied her gesture, his head bopping along to the rhythm of the song he produced and wrote.

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[kanralovesu]

⛺Recounting the great story of Reverse 1999's Horror at Green Lake so more people can hear it ⛺

We open on a group of college students on vacation in Green Lake Campsite. Blonde beauty Blonney immediately goes off to fool around with the football player, only to find a vicious masked man with a butcher's knife who swiftly murders them. As the rest of the group gets picked off, the virtuous and naive Anne is left alone to fend off the monster. But just as she's about to be corned our main character Vertin and her crew arrive, including Horrorpedia a self proclaimed horror movie expert.

As our heroes use their magical arcanum powers to fight the killer, they're shocked to see Blonney wake from the dead, covered in blood that smells suspiciously like cherry syrup. "You ruined my perfect shot!" She proclaims, parading her magical floating camera. Turns out we had accidently wandered onto a student movie set! A pissed off director Blonney proclaims that she doesn't even like horror movies, but choose to make one for her film major because "they're so cliched and easy to make!" We even find out the football player who was acting all tough earlier is actually a timid liberal arts major! Anne, however, is just as naive as her film counterpart as they apparently just enlisted her from the local village to replace an actress who got sick the night before.

But the story doesn't end there. As everyone gets ready for the next take, Blonney is reminded "wait, didn't Greg also get sick? Who did we find to replace him as the killer?" Blonney thought the rest of them had found someone. With the realization that no one knows the true identity of the killer in the mask, the group bolts to the nearby cabin, chased by the supposedly real killer who was among them!

Hiding from the killer as rain begins to pour, Blonney consoles in Anne that she's actually an Arcanist like the rest of the main characters. In this world, that means she has magical powers but faces discrimination because of it. She tried to blend in to human society, throwing away her childhood love for horror movies and storytelling because emotional things like those are more stereotypically arcanist in nature. She put on an air of "the pretty and stupid blonde" because that's what she thought society wanted out of her. However, as her crewmates (besides Anne) turn on her for being an arcanist, she's shown that the prejudice runs deeper than she thought.

Throughout all of this, a mysterious entity has been leaving clue and picking off the film crew one by one. Not a singular movie monster, but someone controlling multiple movie monsters, each of which our heroes has to fight off. When push comes to shove, Blonney embraces her Arcanist powers once again, drawing up a creative version to her car with giant teeth and then making that drawing a reality to crush the monsters! Anne also gets her moment, although she dispatches the man with the butcher's knife in a less magical way: whipping him with a large branch, stealing his own knife and then driving him through with it. Horrorpedia, as genre savvy as ever, points out that Anne has true "Final Girl" energy!

But there is one final twist to uncover: who is the mastermind behind all of these monsters? In a shocking twist presented in a puppet theater of all things, we find out that Blonney accidently willed into existence an imaginary friend when she was younger and visited Green Lake Campsite: a deer girl based on the puppet she had back then. Back in the day, she told so many stories to herself, imagining all kind of horror movie monsters that the team now find themselves up against. It was Blonney's imagination that created these monsters, but her imaginary friend had turned them into reality after she left.

This deer girl, waiting ever so patiently for her best friend to return, is revealed to be Anne all along! She had been masterminding the monster attacks because in her naivete she believed that it was all just fun and games. Not only that, but she was desperate to not be left alone again like when Blonney left her as a child to pursue the human world. Blonney knows she can't stay with her in the forest like Anne (whose real name is Jessica) wants, but she offers Jessica a home with her instead. After our main character assures her that everything will be alright, Jessica calls off the monsters, transforming the campsite into a beautiful location yet again.

Horrorpedia is disappointed that the whole thing ended with "love and friendship and a deus ex machina" and everyone lived happily ever after! (With Blonney and Jessica becoming girlfriends of course. I skipped over the details but its barely subtext! I don't care if she's a deer-centaur and she's a human, they're perfect for each other!)

Please go play Reverse 1999! Its got a few translation issues as you can see with the text above, but the stellar character writing still shines through, especially since its fully voice acted. I still recommend reading this story for yourself even after reading this plot summary because there is so much nuance I missed out on when summarizing it. Particularly the way Blonney and Anne/Jessica's relationship evolves over the story is great to see! There are also plenty of other great stories like this in the main campaign. So far, they haven't missed!

#reverse 1999 #summary #green lake #horror #slashers #slasher movies #slasher fandom #horror movies #horror films #gacha #gacha games #1999 #reverse #tooth fairy #horrorpedia #vertin #sonetto #blonney #jessica #yuri

[ageingfangirl2]

You Look Different! Shanks (OPLA)

You return to help your family, taking a break from your captain and crew. Shanks shows up after the situation with Luffy and you let him have it. Shanks x Reader (F)

It had been four months since you'd seen your captain and crew. You'd gotten word from your hometown that they needed help, and since The Red Force was sailing around without anything to do Shanks allowed you to have some time off. He'd contacted you around a month ago saying they were close to getting a devil fruit so it would be about a month before they could pick you up. You'd learnt over the years not to question your captain, he might seem a little stupid at times but he always had a plan.

Your island needed your help getting rid of some bandits who'd set up camp on the edge of the village and were terrorising the locals. You'd dispatched them pretty quickly using your swordsmanship and agility, you didn't get to be on a pirate crew without having something useful to offer. It wasn't the career path your parents wanted, instead, they wanted you to stay on the island and take over the family farm. But you saw respect in their eyes when the whole island wanted to celebrate your victory against the bandits.

Today was another day tending to the vegetables, a lot of crops were ready to be harvested so you had a lot of work to do and not much time to laze around. Your parent's farm was far from the dock, so you had no clue what or who was about to happen to you.

You were dealing with some awkward carrots that didn't want to be pulled up, so you grip the tops and yank them out of the soil with force when a shadow looms over you from behind blocking the sun.

'I keep telling you to be gentle, don't be so forceful, take it nice and slow, you'll both get a lot more pleasure out of it,' Shanks's familiar jokey voice says.

'Captain,' you gasp, and turn around in genuine shock, having lost track of the days since that letter.

Shanks smirks, 'I knew you missed me the most.'

You remove the gloves you were wearing and stand up, brushing dirt off your knees, checking your captain out head to toe, 'You look...different...new haircut?'

Shanks frowns and pulls back his cape revealing his shirt tied up next to a stump, 'I lost an arm.'

You nod and hum, 'I know. The hair thing was a farce. I just didn't want to be rude, what the hell happened to you?'

Shanks tells you about a boy called Luffy, a devil fruit he no longer had in his possession, a fight, which resulted in him losing his arm to save Luffy. You run your fingers through your hair as you approach him.

'YOU IDIOT!' you shout, and punch him in the one arm he still had, 'I KNOW YOU SEE THINGS WE DON'T BUT THAT WAS REAL STUPID. DID THIS SEA MONSTER EAT YOUR HAT?'

You weren't mad at him, he had the right to do whatever he wanted, and if you were in his position you wouldn't let a child die, but sometimes you needed to vent at his actions. His sad face showed that you weren't the only one to shout at him, most likely Benn had some choice words as well.

Shanks touches his hair, 'I gave Luffy my hat and told him to give it back to me when he becomes a great pirate.'

You slap his hand away and tangle your fingers in his messy and knotted red locks, 'now you're hatless, you might want to consider a new hairstyle or at least take care of it a bit more,' you tut, sounding more like a mother than a crew member.

He pouts, 'So the hair thing wasn't a farce. Is my hair really that bad?'

You remove your fingers and nod, 'It is captain unless you want to use it as a distraction from the whole missing an arm situation.'

Next thing you know he pulls you into a hug, his one arm wrapped around your waist. It would take some getting used to, but as long as you were around to keep an eye on him hopefully he kept the rest of his limps. You hug him back, happy to be reunited even if there is some tension, at least now you could mock his hair hygiene to distract him.

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[gabigabigabby]

20 questions | m. ødegaard

martin ødegaard x fem!reader

a/n: okay prettiest norwegian i've ever seen in my life (don't tell erling). he's very boyfriend material and i had fun writing this. wanna clarify that y/n is a uk-born brazilian! y/n's nickname for martin is 'mati'. this might be a little short (i ran out of questions LMAO). enjoy lads! ⭐️

synopsis: you and martin join gq in doing the famous '20 questions' video on yt

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cameras are ready to shoot as you sit yourself next to martin. "do i look okay?" you turn to your right and ask him.

"no, you look like shit." martin jokes, looking up from his phone at you for a split second and back down.

"thanks," sarcasm laces your tone as you glare playfully at him. the guys behind the camera exchange those is he for real? glances with each other. "oh, no. he always does that. it's an inside joke." you explain, and the guys finally relax their facial muscles.

"cameras are rolling," the main camera guy announces. martin puts away his phone and straightens his posture. "and go."

"hi! i'm y/n y/l/n." you introduce yourself.

"and i'm arsenal's martin ødegaard," martin does the same. "we're here with gq today and we're gonna ask each other 20 questions. let's get on with it!"

you were told to ask martin the first question. "martin?"

"yes, darlin'?"

"where was i born?" you grin to yourself as martin wracks through his brain.

"uhhh, you were born in... manchester, england. but you were raised in rio, brazil." he answers.

"correta," you cheer in portuguese. "i'm an english-born brazilian. my mom is brazilian and my dad is english." [correct.]

"that's right," martin confirms. "where was i born?"

"you," you pause. "were born in... drammen, norway."

"that's right." he smiles.

"to be honest with you, i have zero clue where that is. the only place i know in norway is oslo."

"well, now that's just mental, y/n," martin scoffs. "all those nights i showed you how each city looks like? what was that?"

"mati, i got bored! and sleepy!" you argue.

"i can't believe you." martin shakes his head in false disappointment.

"what was my favorite football club growing up?" you ask the next question.

this time, martin took a little bit longer to respond. "i don't wanna be biased but... arsenal." he looks into the camera with a cocky, knowing look.

"wrong!" you tease.

"excuse me?"

"you're wrong," you shrug with a smirk on your face. "it's barça, and it'll always be barça. mati, come on."

martin sucks in a breath through his teeth and rubs his hands together. "looks like i need to beat barça to prove her wrong now."

"if you end up facing barça somehow and you beat them, then i'll say my favorite club is arsenal."

"oh, bet, sweetheart," martin smirks. "okay, what national team do i play for?"

"england," you confidently answer. martin's face drops. "i'm kidding. norway, of course."

"don't play, y/n! i'm gonna get kicked out." martin chuckles.

"which national teams do i support with my whole heart?" you ask the fifth question. "keep in mind, there are multiple."

"brazil, obviously," a quick reply from martin. "you like to watch argentina too because of messi. and uhhh... portugal."

"good one, you're correct. though, there's one more."

you give martin a knowing look and he catches on almost immediately. "ah, norway. duh," he shrugs cockily. "okay, my turn. who is my celebrity crush?"

martin didn't really expect to think about it, because he doesn't have one. he only has one crush, and that's you. "ah, trick question. you don't have one." you blurt out.

"you're my only crush, y/n," martin reveals, skimming through the last few cards. the production crew start 'aww'ing, which made martin's head perk up. "it's true."

"okay, last question each, guys." the camera guy announces after ten questions back and forth.

"y/n, how many colors have i dyed my hair?" martin asks his last question.

you almost want to laugh out loud at his last question. "darling, you've been blonde your entire life."

martin starts fake-crying. "i love her so much." you laugh at your boyfriend's antics. he does this almost all the time.

"okay, martin freaking ødegaard?" you ask your last question.

"yes, y/f/n?"

you shut your eyes tight. "what color are my eyes?"

you can't see him, but martin had swiped through about fifteen facial expressions trying to figure out the exact color of your eyes. "why is it so quiet?" you chuckle.

"one sec, baby, i'm trying to figure it out," martin says, rubbing his hand against his chin. "what are they?"

"you look into my eyes every day and you don't remember what color they are?" you exclaim. "shame, ødegaard, shame."

"hang on! i know it," martin can't lose this one. "they're hazel, aren't they?"

"martin..." you call his name with a playful ominous tone. "they're green!"

"goddang it!" he jumps up from his chair and paces around the set in disappointment. "i knew it was green, though!"

"how are you arsenal's captain yet you're unconfident?" you ask. martin only turns to look at you, not saying a word before attempting to close out the video.

"and with that, i have been arsenal's martin ødegaard and she has been my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n. thank you all for watching and we'll see you soon." martin waves at the camera.

"bye!" you follow along. "you still haven't answered my question, mati." you still bug martin about his confidence after the camera cuts.

"i'll give you an answer when we win the prem next season, okay, sweet?"

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[tadc-ragatha]

Congratulations on 50+ followers and may you gain many more!! 🎉

You truly do deserve it with your detailed writing style and I absolutely adore the writing you did for my request! If you don’t mind me requesting once again and if you feel motivated to, may you please write for Kinger and a character of your choice with 🌠🎠

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Starry-Eyed Carnival Date

TW: Abstraction/"death"/going insane, memory loss, guilt/self-blame, angst

Type: Fic; romantic-related, platonic. Emoji details: 🌠 (Shooting Star) Stargazing, 🎠 (Carousel Horse) Amusement park activity. Game link [x].

A/N: "Kinger reminisces on his date with Queener." No reader. Kinger x Queener. As of posting, only pilot has come out.

Thank you!! I'm very flattered and glad to know my writing style is being received well! You're absolutely allowed to request again, don't worry about it! I love knowing people loved my work so much they came back for more. You get a special Queener appearance because I liked this idea so much (she's not in the game, so please don't request for her otherwise guys)! I took some time to make this because I wanted to make it well.

Also, petition to name the Kinger x Queener ship Chess-Rule-Shipping? Or something adjacent to that? I think it's cute, anyway.

Each week would end with a special activity. Usually, this meant a longer, more in-depth one outside of the tent. This week, Caine had chosen to send the crew on a night activity at the carnival.

The purpose of the activity was to go on a scavenger hunt and collect as many puzzle pieces as possible and complete the final puzzle before the others. There were twenty-five in total, and three different puzzles for the three different groups. As such, each group was to consist of a pair. Each pairs' puzzle pieces were at different locations in an attempt by Caine to stop others from sabotaging the experience.

Walking through a path lined by food stalls, Kinger and Gangle looked down at their clue. It was a scrap piece of paper with the words typed on with a typewriter. Held in Gangle's free hand--the other one kept busy with her broken comedy mask--was the clue. Kinger kept the six puzzle pieces they had collected in his. So far, the pieces presented sections of very colourful oblong shapes.

Kinger read over the clue again, "'circular eye of the carnival. Red.'"

"It must be the Ferris Wheel, right?" Gangle turned to look at him. Kinger nodded, walking off ahead of her through the crowd of NPCs.

Looming above them was the Ferris Wheel. Its frame was a plain white, but each carriage was painted a different colour of the rainbow. At least fifteen carriages were suspended.

"We have to wait for a red one," Gangle said. As if on cue, a red carriage stopped before them. Kinger stepped aside and put his hand out to his left.

"After you." He gestured to the door.

Stepping inside the carriage, the two looked around. Under the seats, over the seats, and between the bars; they found nothing. Until Gangle grabbed onto the seat itself and tried to pull it up. It worked, revealing the next clue of the game and puzzle piece.

Kinger congratulated, "Oh! Good work, Gangle. Now, we better get going." Turning to exit the carriage, he found the door slammed in his face. Gangle gasped as he paused for a moment. "Oh."

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"Well, I guess we just wait for the ride to be over," he replied. Sitting down, he looked out the window as the ride jolted to a start, swaying the two back and forth.

Outside, they could see the lights of the carnival below. Yellow and warm, they filled the atmosphere of the digital world with a strange yet familiar feeling. Different food stalls of different colours were busy with customers, the scents of their products wafting through the air. Up above them, the fake stars shone and twinkled.

Kinger sighed.

Gangle looked over to him, asking in a timid voice, "what's wrong?"

For a short moment Kinger didn't reply. Instead, he continued to stare out the bars of the red carriage, out into the sky. Finally, he spoke up.

"I like the colour red," he said.

"What?" Gangle responded.

"I said, I like the colour red."

"What--what about red?"

Another moment of silence. She looked between him and his view of the stars.

"My wife was red," he said. "I like my wife."

"Oh...Um..."

He continued, "she liked the carnival, too. I remember I took her here on our first anniversary."

"How--how long had you been together?"

"Oh, many years." He cocked his head back with an unseen eye-smile that quickly faded. "I don't remember much about what we did now." Leaning against the bars, he looked up to get a better view. "It was a night just like this. Lots of stars."

An awkward silence passed. Or, Gangle thought it was awkward. To her, she could not tell what Kinger was thinking. All he did was continue to stare, not a single discernible emotion in sight. Yet there was still a sadness to him. She fiddled with her ribbons.

Kinger sighed again, "Queener loved the stars. She had the stars in her eyes that night."

The Ferris wheel was nearing a third of the way through its rotation. Deep down, she wished it would end sooner. The silence was deafening. So much so, she mustered up all her courage to ask a question.

"What was Queener like?"

"Queener was great." He didn't look back at her. "She was all work, no play. But she was nice." Another pause. "I miss her."

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"May--maybe we should focus on something else." She looked down. The carriage was at its peak.

"I think that's why she left," he said. Gangle looked over at him quizzically. He didn't need to look at her to know her expression. "She couldn't remember anything. It's hard not knowing your name, but then she forgot what she looked like, and her family, and our pets..."

"You had pets?"

He smiled with his eyes again, replying, "oh, lots of them! I don't know what they were, though." The smile disappeared. She could definitely see tears in the bottom of his eyes.

"Oh."

"But...Queener was always too hard on herself. She always thought she was too strong to ask for help," he gave a sad chuckle. Twitching his eyes around, he tried to stop himself from giving in as the tears slowly dropped down onto the floor. "I think she didn't want to talk to me because she didn't want to hurt me."

"I think--"

"I didn't talk to her, either. I didn't want to stress her out. I...I thought maybe she'd be okay if she just had time. I thought--"

"Kinger--"

"I...I miss my wife, Gangle!" he sobbed. The tears were full-flowing as he cried into his hands. With her ribbon, Gangle tried to put a reassuring hand on him.

"Kinger, I...I--"

"It's my fault!" he wailed. "If I--if...If I had just said something, then she would've still been here!"

Gangle didn't say anything.

"I loved her and it's my fault she's gone!"

She shook her head, saying, "no, it's not."

"It was!"

"No, it wasn't. I don't...I think...Nobody really--nobody really gets out of here." She shook her head. Kinger looked over at her. His wailing had stopped for a moment, replaced with red eyes and sniffles.

"What?" he asked.

She said, "I don't think it was your fault. We all go eventually." The carriage halted again. Looking down, she could see it was near the end. She continued, "we don't--if she was...Someone would have left anyway." Tears were streaming down her own face.

Kinger didn't say anything. He simply looked down at the floor where the pool of his tears was. As the carriage reached closer to the ground, the light became brighter. Soon, they were both flooded with the yellow warmth of the lamps.

Kinger dried his eyes with his hands. Standing up, the Ferris Wheel came to a halt as he picked up the puzzle pieces. Meanwhile, Gangle took her broken mask and the new clue. Watching him intently, she could see him staring down at the ground, seemingly unresponsive to his environment as he walked out the carriage door.

#amy's writing #⚜️ anon #50 follower event #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc spoilers #death tw #mental health tw #memory loss tw #angst tw #guilt tw #self blame tw #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc kinger #tadc queener #kinger x queener #tadc headcanon #tadc gangle #tadc abstraction

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 2

Warning: A little bit of angst and sadness, female reader, One Piece based storyline mixed with my own weird creativity. This will be my personal Nanowrimo project I want to share with all of you. Hope you can enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

Content notes: Small buggy turning into big Buggy later during the story, love, romance, female reader who will experience a strong character development, SFW for now, might add NSFW later.

The two strange creatures introduced themselves as Gaimon (the box creature) and Buggy (the dwarf clown). They seemed to have a great interest in you, being the only tall person on this island and seeming to be a pirate as well. Carefully they turned you on your back to check your injuries. Gaimon, who seemed to know the island a bit better than Buggy, brought you some water and fresh fruit, the nourishment immediately bringing your throbbing head and your whole body a quick relief. 

“How did you end up here?” Buggy asked, still scanning your carefully, not sure if he could trust you. 

“I wish I could remember. I only know I set out during the night away from our ship…” 

You decided to not tell them that you ran away - this was none of their business and you also did not want them to become suspicious of you for being a traitor or a weakling. 

Gaimon offered a logical explanation for your current predicament, assuming that you had likely encountered a fierce storm, miraculously surviving its wrath and finding yourself washed ashore. As he shared his thoughts, he extended another container of water to quench your thirst. Instantly, a soothing relief washed over you, alleviating the discomfort caused by dehydration and sunburn. You still felt very hot, coming from a winter island and being with the snow pirates, the attire of the crew was fur and warm winter fabrics. Now, in this tropical paradise, your torn and inadequate garments only worsened your discomfort, trapping the heat against your skin.

You couldn't be bothered and you nonchalantly removed your shirt, revealing a bikini top and exposing more skin to the curious gazes of the peculiar beings beside you. You noticed a bashful tint in their eyes, a reaction to the unexpected sight. While these creatures possessed unconventional appearances, it dawned on you that they were, after all, simply men.

You took a closer look at Buggy as well - you seem to recall that you had seen his wanted poster somewhere in another town and probably more often in the East Bleue before you entered the Grand Line. Despite his size his face was very handsome and his eyes had something captivating. As you focused your gaze directly on him, another blush crept across his cheeks, intensifying his reaction. He took a few hesitant steps backward, creating a physical distance between the two of you.

“How did you both get here?” you ask now and Gaimon tells his story of trying to find a treasure and falling into a box while doing so. You are surprised that this is how he ended up in the state he was now in and not having a coddled childhood as you suspected at first glance.  He enjoys talking to you, seeming to be deprived of human contact. As the conversation unfolds, you gradually regain your strength. After several cups of water, a sense of vitality returns and you can finally fully sit up. 

Then the clown starts telling his story - Buggy's voice trembling with a mixture of anger and spite as he narrates the story of his pursuit of a notorious pirate who had stolen his body parts. His words carried an air of desperation, reflective of his burning desire to escape from this place and exact revenge upon this particular pirate. You are somehow scared and fascinated by his determination. However, you are also glad that they do not ask what your plan from now on was. Since you had simply no clue what to do. 

Gaimon seems to feel your distress and gives you another big, inviting smile: 

“Would you like to join us tonight for a little drink and barbecue at our fireplace? Our dear Buggy is planning to leave the island tomorrow on a raft and we want to bid him farewell, don't we?” 

You are still not sure if you can trust Buggy, but Gaimon seems like a simple minded, friendly creature so you agree to join them both. What other options do you have anyway? You are still feeling a bit too weak to build yourself a new boat and being with two strange dwarfs sounds at least more entertaining than a lonely night in the woods. 

You slowly start to stand up, still feeling shaky in your legs, but trying to assess how much you can walk. Aware that you might need to defend yourself if the situation demanded it, you prepared for the worst-case scenario. Buggy and Gaimon, both barely just reaching your knees, cannot assist you, but you feel stronger than initially expected. 

“You are in better shape than we thought. We first had the idea to eat you in case you were dead!”, Buggy chuckles. 

With a firmness in your voice, you assert, "I will kill you both first and roast you on the fire if you dare to try anything." Despite your attempts to sound convincing, an underlying tremor betrays your words. Deep down, you carry the weight of past experiences aboard pirate ships, where the presence of female pirates often led to dismissive attitudes and a lack of regard for their skills.

Buggy still cuckles but Gaimon seemed to be impressed. 

“Which pirate crew were you in, if I may ask?” 

“The Snowland pirates.” you sigh. You are all too aware of their notorious reputation, their name synonymous with fear and ruthlessness. However, as a member of this crew, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in how it failed to live up to your own expectations.

Buggy seems to be impressed and stops laughing for a moment. He looks up to you, walking now slowly on your right side. As you look down on him you somehow cannot deny that he looks adorably cute and that thought kind of keeps bothering you until you reach the fireplace of these two island survivors… 

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #nanowrimo #fanfic #long fanfic

[hapifangurl]

this spread is very interesting. a clear nod for elbaf and maybe we can find some clues for future arc.

thanks to @kathitah for this colored spread.

we are now nearing the end of the egghead arc in the manga. brogy and dory already appeared to lead them to elbaf the last island before raftel. and probably the last road ponegliff will be there. also, the much awaited reunion of jaguar d saul and nico robin.

i know oda most of the time put clues on his cover spreads and chapters for future arcs and maybe this spread will tell us something.

notice that zoro's face is serious but it looks somber/sad. among the boys in this spread, he is the only one who is not looking happy here. his head down like he is contemplating with a frown.

I've been thinking for a while now that oda is saving zoro to have a major conflict with their captain/luffy.

their fight during whiskey peak when luffy thought zoro killed everyone without a reason (not knowing it was a setup, and the people were BW agents) was not a major clash between them. it was done for comedic purposes and there was no emotional conflict involved.

we are already done with usopp and sanji. they got their very emotional and major clash with luffy.

1st Usopp duel during water 7/enies lobby arc: the heartbreaking decision for going merry. usopp fight with luffy. usopp left the crew.

2nd Sanji duel during the zou/whole cake island arc: sanji left the crew due to his family's background and big mom threat. sanji's fight with luffy and luffy not fighting him back. still believing sanji would return to them.

the key factor why these 2 duels were so heartbreaking is due to the emotional conflict that the characters were going through.

zoro is seen as the most loyal to luffy. never betrayed him and will follow luffy to the end. and if luffy orders zoro to kill anyone, he will do it without a doubt. he is the vice captain, second in command not even once he questions luffy's action.

in one episode post-enies lobby when luffy is happy to know usopp wants to rejoin the crew, we saw a glimpse of zoro "angered" towards luffy almost confrontational. he acted as a serious vice captain/second-in-command and reminds everyone they are pirates they have a code to follow.

luffy should act as a captain and let usopp admit his mistake and say sorry before letting him back to the crew. zoro even threatens to leave the team if they accept usopp easily as if nothing happened.

just putting my tinfoil hat on.

so many things going on now in op due to gorosei, the void century reveal etc... but i have a feeling that there'll be a plot in the future that will put zoro and luffy's bond to the test. a serious conflict between them. they will get their major emotional fight. a duel like with sanji and usopp.

i dont think zoro will betray luffy but my theory is that there will be a plot that zoro will not agree to luffy's decision/action that will lead to a duel. im debating if their conflict will have zoro temporarily leave the crew just like what happened to usopp and sanji. of course that conflict will be resolved after many chapters and zoro will return to the crew.

i thought wano will be a perfect setup for zoro and luffy to have a major clash (cos you know land of samurai, zoro's lineage etc) but wano has too many moving pieces and storyline to cover so my speculation that during elbaf arc zoro and luffy will have a duel.

elbaf is very fitting if you think about it the land of the giants. land of warriors. oda is a writer and he plotted things ahead of time so luffy versus zoro on elbaf is not a far fetch theory.

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#zoro #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #zoro versus luffy #one piece speculation #one piece theory

[creativesnek]

Bowuigi Selkie AU

Chapter 3: Falling Hard

Bowser observed from a distance, anxiously clasping his hands. The moon cast its luminous glow overhead, providing sufficient illumination to discern the offering gently swaying on the waves. Would they even be awake at this time? Do selkies even sleep? He thought. These thoughts occupied his mind as he shook his head in disbelief and exhaled audibly. Determined, the captain remained steadfast, yearning for any indication of the enigmatic creature's arrival.

 As the minutes turned into hours, the captain's mind raced with questions. Would the selkie be lured by the offering he had carefully prepared? Would it even be interested in what he had to offer? Doubt gnawed at him, making him question whether this endeavor was worth his time and effort. Yet, deep down, Bowser knew that this encounter could change everything for him and his crew. A selkie’s blessing could be of great help against King Boo and-

Swish…

Bowser swiftly redirected his focus to the levitating basket. He delved into his pocket and extracted a spyglass. The captain observed with mounting astonishment as a seal cautiously approached, gracefully gliding around the basket before drawing nearer. The creature delicately brushed the flowers with its snout, then fixated its gaze upon the radiant gemstone. With a fluid motion akin to removing a garment, the selkie effortlessly shed its skin, revealing its true form.

A gasp escaped his lips. 

Part of the seal’s body turned into a human form. A very breathtakingly handsome human with the most mesmerizing azure eyes he’s ever seen, conveying a sense of intelligence and warmth. Despite the seawater, he had a gorgeous mane of brown ringlets that practically glowed. The transformed selkie turned to the side and locked eyes with Bowser.

Bowser felt a jolt of surprise shoot through him as he found himself captivated by the selkie's gaze. Those blue eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and understanding that Bowser had never encountered before. It was as if the selkie could see into his very soul, unraveling the layers of his being with just one look.

As their eyes met, an unspoken connection formed between them, transcending the boundaries of species and language. Bowser could sense a mixture of curiosity and compassion emanating from the selkie's gaze.

Then they dove underwater, shattering the eye contact. 

Bowser gathered his jaw from the floor, then feverishly looked for the selkie once again. He couldn’t believe what just happened; he actually saw his alternate form! As he frantically scanned the water's surface, Bowser's heart raced and his tail wagged madly with anticipation. This was more than what he hoped for. And it felt like the selkie allowed the moment to happen. Bowser felt like he was going to faint-

“Mrrrp?”

The tiny, adorable noise interrupted his thoughts. The large Koopa looked down and was met with the selkie as he leant forward out of the water. Bowser yelped in surprise, then fell backwards; he wobbled back and forth as instinctually tried to right himself up. A splash came from in front of him and a drenched hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him to his side. Just perfectly so he was face to face with the handsome man of the sea once again.

“Stai bene?” {Are you okay?}

Bowser raised an eyebrow at the strange language. “Um… uh-”

The hand holding his shirt moved to his chest. Bowser let out an involuntary purr and felt his face heat up. The selkie didn’t seem to mind his reaction. He simply nodded his head, as if to say he was satisfied with something. “Cuore molto forte... Adatto a qualcuno come te,” {Very strong heart… Fitting for someone like you.}

“Um… hello you too?” said the captain. 

“Grazie per la gemma... è molto carina,” {Thank you for the gem… It’ very pretty.}

Bowser nodded, despite having no clue on what he was saying. Suddenly the selkie turned his head towards an unknown sound. He removed his hand from his chest and started to move back into the sea. The captain whined at the loss of contact. The half-transformed man frowned at him. “Mi spiace devo andare,” and with those words, he disappeared.

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Luigi floated on a bed of seagrass, watching the rays of sunlight glisten through the water. He fiddled with the gemstone in his flippers. After receiving that basket… he felt like he was eternally floating. He had been right… These gems had been a gift for him. The captain was trying to get his attention. Their interaction from last night nurtured the seed of affection that was planted in his heart.

Luigi could still feel the warm, smooth scales beneath his fingertips, how the captain seemed to enjoy the short-lived contact. His face had even changed color after a little while; the selkie didn’t even know landfolk could do that! And the way he was looking at him and how comfortable Luigi felt with his presence. The captain was also very powerful, harboring an inner fire of such potency that he has never sensed before.

Suddenly sand floated down on him.

The selkie jumped, swimming upwards. He looked to the side and saw Mario, bobbing his head up and down in silent laughter. Luigi bared his fangs and slapped him with his tail, causing his twin brother to spin. With a scoff, Luigi tucked the gemstone into a hidden pocket then swam off. He doesn’t want Mario to know about the captain’s gift or his intention of pursuing the captain romantically. A small part of him still couldn’t believe his forwardness.

As Luigi swam away, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The selkie had been enchanted by the captain's gift, a beautiful gemstone that seemed to hold the essence of the sea itself. It was a token of affection, a symbol of their deepening connection. Oh, how he wished they could understand each other.

Without realizing it, Luigi found himself on land and into their cove home. He walked over to his bed and touched the flowers he had woven into the strands. The plants had lost some of their petals but that didn’t make them any less beautiful or meaningful to him. 

Mario walked into their home, shaking water off his hair. Luigi groaned and tried to move away from the spray. The older twin smiled and laughed mischievously, “What are you hiding?” he asked.

Luigi’s breath hitched. “N-nothing.”

Mario raised an eyebrow, his mischievous smile widening. He knew his brother too well to believe that response. "Come on, Luigi," he teased, stepping closer and playfully tousling his wet hair. "I can always tell when you're hiding something."

“I’m not hiding anything; you’re being weird.”

His older twin hummed, unconvinced. Luigi made a face, then came up with the perfect distraction. “D-don’t you have to see the princess today?”

Mario’s eyes dilated. “Oh! I totally forgot!”

“How could you forget you had a date with Peach?!”

“It's not a date. Not this time anyway… She wants an update on the pirates and see if they’ll leave or not,” he replied. “If they do plan on staying, she wants us to chase them away.”

Luigi tensed at that. He understands that Peach had a horrible interaction with a pirate before it felt wrong to generalize landfolk like that. Especially, considering the fact that he wanted to court a certain pirate captain. Luigi rubbed his arm, “W-well, what if they did want to stay? They’ve been rather peaceful so far,” he said.

Mario sighed. “Luigi, I appreciate your optimism, but they cannot stay,” he said firmly. “They may appear peaceful now, but when they expand, they’ll tear down the trees and eventually end up in the lagoon-”

“I still think this is unfair.”

Mario pressed his lips together, looking like he wanted to argue but stopped himself. He knew Luigi had a big heart and always saw the best in everyone, but this situation was different. Even if Luigi had made a further argument, Mario’s decision would have been the same considering everything he has heard about the sea voyagers. Mario sighed, “We’ll see how it goes,” he said. “Keep an eye on them; I’ll be back by sundown.”

Luigi fought back the excited noise that built up in his throat. Mario had basically given him permission to see the captain. He was still a little upset over how dismissive he was but he would try again later. Right now, he has a very handsome pirate to see.

.

.

.

As soon as Mario was gone, Luigi put on his coat then swam towards the ship. He looped around, looking around for the familiar spiked shell. He stayed underwater and would surface on occasion to look. He stopped by the rocks where they met, but sadly he wasn’t there. Luigi quickly moved on and eventually caught sight of the family shell. The captain was gathering wood, near the estuary. 

Overcome with excitement, the selkie galumphed onto the sandy shore and towards the large male. Luigi's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the captain, his flippers propelling him forward in swift, graceful movements. The captain turned around, startled by the unexpected visitor, and his eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of Luigi.

“It’s you!”

Luigi had no idea what he was saying, but judging by the tone, the pirate was just as happy as he was. With a joyful bark, the selkie approached closer. The captain sat on the sand, grinning; his tail was slightly wagging behind him. 

Without slight apprehension, the land creature reached out his hand towards Luigi, who instinctively nuzzled against it affectionately. Their connection transcended language barriers as they communicated through gestures and expressions alone. It was as if they understood each other on a deeper level than mere words could convey.

#bowuigi #super mario #bowser #luigi x bowser #luigi #super mario bros #fanfic #ao3 update #super luigi #gay #pirates #selkie #this ain't a slowburn #we speedrunning #writers on tumblr

[darishima]

i'm sure somebody else has posted about this already but here's an analysis of all the wanted posters at the end of the new one piece live action trailer!!

alvida's the most obvious one of course. below hers you can see part of a foxy wanted poster, and another poster i'll get to later

this one was interesting, we're not gonna see bellamy this season, probably not even the next one (unless they change his introduction to be sooner?) but it was an awesome touch, his actor looks great

this one was FASCINATING actually, cavendish reveal THIS EARLY?? he's not gonna show up for another, like, 26 arcs. he was cast insanely well though like. god damn that really is cavendish couldn't have gotten a better actor

this, again, was really interesting? foxy's not gonna show up for a while either, why bother casting him now? what is shown of his face looks great, though, and by "great" i mean "absolutely fucking stupid." as it should

the wanted poster next to foxy is completely torn, but i'm pretty sure it's buggy? the poster is slightly blurry in the trailer so this is the best screencap of it i could get, but its clearly got some orange/red and a yellowish border like his hat, and i think those two tiny white spots by the black border might be the edge of his jolly roger?

here's a screencap of his hat from the same trailer, and it seems to match up. i mean, im doing this off a couple of pixels of color so it's hard to tell, but having his wanted poster up would make sense at this point in the story so i'm going with it

this poster is near cavendish's, and it's super small and only part of it is shown but it clearly says "ONG" so i'm pretty certain this is arlong's poster

this poster is by foxy's, and at first i thought it was another poster of bellamy but the shirt area doesn't seem to match up. comparing the blue background color and the white shirt stripe on the right side, it looks similar to arlong's poster, so i think it's another of him

this poster is below alvida's and uh. honestly i have no clue who this is. it doesn't look anything like the other posters we're shown in this shot and there's not nearly enough of it shown to make a guess on which character's it is, so idk. if you have an idea on who this could be please lmk in the reblogs/comments

i almost had a heart attack when i saw this propaganda poster, i saw "EAD DISEASE" and thought it said "amber lead disease" for half a second but no. it says "pirates spread disease" :( thought we were getting law foreshadowing </3

also, with cavendish, bellamy's, and foxy's posters all being shown this early, i wonder if their introduction will come sooner?? because like, the other posters are alvida, arlong, and buggy (probably), all characters who are prominent characters at this point in the story, but cavendish doesn't show up until DRESSROSA. why is he here? also, foxy's from the south blue, bellamy's from the north blue, and cavendish is from the grand line. why are their wanted posters in the east blue, and not somebody currently plot-relevant and location-relevant, like don krieg or other members of arlong's crew? the only reasons i can think of are that their introductions are changed to be much sooner. not sure how that would work with cavendish but it wouldn't be too hard to have foxy or bellamy show up sooner for some reason. or, the more likely reason, it's just easter eggs for the hardcore fans. like me. who spent way too long analyzing like three pixels of color to see if a wanted poster was buggy's. (which is really cool but the logic of why a northern, southern, and grand line pirates' wanted posters are here in the east blue doesn't really make any sense but hey)

also, look at koby <3 he's so cute i love him so much

#reblogs are super appreciated btw i spent way too long making this post #one piece #one piece live action #op live action #opla #one piece analysis #one piece theories #op netflix #one piece netflix #casey post

[panzershrike-pretz]

Lanterns

Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a original short story based on my original characters' adventures in my own fictional universe.

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings: small depiction of injury,

Tag list: @malarkgirlypop, @bucky32557038ww2 (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

It has been more than a month since the ship left it's last port, crashing through the waves as the storm raged in it's wake. It was dark and only some sillouetes could be seen, running around - pulling ropes and chains, trying to get her on her way.

The barks that could be heard from down below as stuff was thrown around by the shaking vessel were almost drowned in the thunder.

"It's alright, girl!", someone said, making Peggy stop for a moment and look over her shoulder. No, it's not alright! This thing is about to flip! If I bark loud enough, I might save us all!

A loud crack of lightning made the dog yelp, slipping on the floor as some water rushed down the stairs of the hatches. It could be properly closed if anyone really had payed attention - and now the stairs where slippery and the lower deck was filling up with salty waves.

Peggy felt her body crash against the side of the ship, but quickly got up again, trying to find balance while it swayed around. The rain was only getting worse.

Eventually, someone ran down, almost tripping and falling as he found refuge against the violent ocean. His eyes darted around the deck, almost scared - until he saw the dog protecting a ball of layers and more layers of cloth and blankets.

"Alright... it's alright... i'm..." he managed to get back on his feet, following the walls until he was with them. The man let himself sit, incapable of pushing Peggy away as she inspected him. "I'm alright, girl. I'm okay. Promise. I'm alive."

No, you aren't!, she huffed, staring into his eyes as if to say that. She could smell some blood from somewhere in his body - he maybe didn't notice, but she sure did. And began barking again, to call for some help.

"Oh, shush it, Peggy!", he said, but she couldn't care less. Instead of trying again, he ignored her and began unwraping the ball of blankets to reveal three of the cabin girls. "Brownyn, you ok?"

She was the oldest of the three and was tasked with taking care of them while the storm raged. Her eyes met his - and then she flinched when another set of barks went loose. "Yes, Mr. Heere" was all she said.

"E'ryone alright down here?", a woman came running down, heeding to her own dogs calls. "Miss Bruntley? Mr. Heere?"

She didn't really need an answer, as Peggy ran back to them and began sniffing the man until she stopped, pointing at something in his side. The woman, Pangey as she was called by the crew, immediatly made herself useful, stripping him of his dark blue cloak - and finding a blood stain in his white shirt underneath.

I knew it!, Peggy wagged her tail, proud of herself. Can I go out now, momma?

"Oh, it's ugly", he said, looking down - only now the pain seemed to set in. He thought it was only the bitting cold of the rain, not some injury.

"I've seen worse, Cap'n, ye'll be fine. 'Tis just some scratch. How'd ye get it?", as her hands worked, fast passed, her pink-ish eyes rose to meet his. Pangey didn't exactly need an answer - she knew the Captain had no clue either and everyone was falling over themselves upstairs. Could've been anything.

"By Gods, the sea is raging", he whispered, trying to take his mind out of the pain and cold.

"Well, ye're a God, sir", Pangey said as she got up, a small smile on her face. "Why won't ye stop it then?"

He had no answer. She knew as much as him that he wasn't in charge of the storms - it was that old harlot of a woman, Contance, playing her cards and joking with their lives.

"Ay, at least yer boyfriend ain't here", the Captain finally said as he got up, trying to hide a face of disconfort. "Mine are just up there fightin' ye ol' storm along with me crew. Feeling lucky yet, doc?"

"HOLY SHIT!", someone yelled, soaking wet as he entered the lower deck. "I'M SURE THE MIZZEN IS BROKEN! HOLY CRAP, IT'S A BIG GALE, THIS ONE"

"We can fix it later, is everyone alright? Are ye ok, darlin'?", Captain rushed to the other man, clebching his hand on his arm, making sure he was alive and well. "How's Michael?"

"I'm ok. He's ok. They all are. Well... in parts...", the green-eyed guy looked over at Pangey. "I'm sure Emma could use yer help".

She didn't waste anytime, nodding firmly before disappearing out into the storm again.

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#oops already started good #PEGGY'S HERE GUYS!! #oc #original story #🥨🪶

[astralalmighty]

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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

OHOHOHOHO I've got so many---

(get ready for a long post)

My current favorite is a Kalluzeb Superhero AU. It's a little wild, but the concept is the Ghost crew are superheros with various powers. Hera can fly, Sabine can create illusions, Kanan and Ezra have telekinesis, and Zeb has super strength. Zeb is the only one of the heroes who does not have a secret identity. I'm not 100% sure how that happened, but I figure there was an accident and his mask was damaged. His identity was released against his will, and now he's had to balance heroic work and the fame, something the rest of the Ghost crew doesn't fully understand because they've preserved their secret identities.

Kallus does not have powers, but he's a journalist who faces a lot of pressure from his superiors to report on the superheroes. Instead of bending to this pressure, Kallus actively avoids anything on the heroes and focuses on other issues like poverty, homelessness, corruption, etc, just about anything that keeps him away from the fast-paced and intense adventures of the heroes.

Well, as it turns out, Kallus did such a good job on avoiding anything and everything about the heroes that he can't recognize the heroes or even name them all off the top of his head. He doesn't even recognize the famed Garazeb Orrelios when they bump into each other at a bar. Kallus assumes this is just Some Guy and they chat. Zeb is eager to talk to someone who doesn't bring up his hero work 24/7. They talk, they like each other, and Kallus ends up bringing Zeb home with him that night. They sleep together, blah blah blah. Fast forward to the next morning when Zeb, assuming Kallus is just too polite to mention his hero work, makes an offhand comment about said work.

Kallus finally clues into the situation and realizes he slept with the Most Desired Man in the entire city. Zeb finally realizes he's actually met someone who didn't know about his hero work, and who, even after learning about it, doesn't care. Kallus, genuinely, could not care less. He doesn't report on the heroes. It's not an ethical issue. As long as he keeps it secret from his bosses, no one will bother him about it or try to make him write an article on it.

So they keep seeing each other. It starts out pretty strictly sexual and platonic, so Zeb doesn't bother telling the Ghost crew. They're not committed, but they start really enjoying seeing each other. They start going out once in a while, Zeb often masking up to hide his identity, and these outings start feeling more and more like dates. And really, who can blame Zeb when he starts sleeping over more often? Who can blame Kallus when he looks so forward to Zeb coming over?

MEANWHILE, while all of this is happening, the Ghost crew is having their own issues. Until now, they've operated independently. They've got their system of being on duty and watching over the city (what city? heck if i know). They train together and live together. They got their own thing going. However, there's a government program that's been established. It's kinda like SHIELD if you know Marvel. It's just a government program like the FBI who also want to get the vigilantes under their thumb. Anyways, most of the Ghost crew is considering joining this government program.

I say most because Zeb is adamantly against it. He's not even considering it. He thinks if they go under this program's authority, they'll lose their freedom and independence. He's also worried the government will force the rest of the Ghost crew to reveal their identities (protective much, Zeb?). But there are good reasons to join. Hera and Kanan think it would take the pressure off if they operated through a third-party. Sabine and Ezra want more free time to focus on their education and hobbies. Still, Zeb is nervous.

Anyways, the Ghost crew, one way or another, gets involved with the government. Zeb's not happy, but he's not abandoning his family. But he's also extremely nervous about Kallus. He's heard of this program using heroes' loved ones against them. He's terrified of how the government could use Kallus against him. Kallus doesn't have a superpower to protect thimself. The Ghost crew doesn't even know Kallus exists yet!

AND THEN. Kallus and Zeb make their relationship official. Kallus knows the general gist of the government third-party thing, and he can tell it's causing Zeb a lot of anxiety, but he loves Zeb and he wants to commit to a romantic relationship. Zeb does to, more than anything. So they do. But Zeb is so terrified of losing Kallus or watching Kallus get used against him by the government. So he decides to keep Kallus secret from anything and everyone. They still go out, of course, and are together. Kallus' friends (Ahsoka and Cassian, both journalists) know about them. But the Ghost crew doesn't know about Kallus. Zeb's chosen to keep him secret to hide him from the government.

And SO. The story progresses. There's a lot more to it when the government starts sending the Ghost crew on missions and Zeb has to continue doing wilder and riskier things to keep Kallus hidden. But it's about the secret relationship, their commitment to each other. It's about them loving each other and being willing to do anything for each other, yet being unable to be open about it. It's also about betrayal and Zeb keeping something so significant secret from his family. It's about the angst when the Ghost crew inevitably finds out. It's about so much and I don't know how to put it into words.

I have variations of this au, including situations where Kallus and Zeb are married by the time the Ghost crew starts working for the government, which sends Zeb down a wild ride trying to keep his marriage certificate secret. I've also got variations where Kallus and Zeb end up adopting kids and the things they do to keep the kids safe, preserve their upbringing, and also be there for them. In most of these situations, they adopt the kids out of necessity, such as Kallus' sibling dying or being unable to care for their kids and Kallus needing to take them in. God I've got so much in this au, it's insane I haven't written anything about it.

#kalluzeb #my asks #superhero au

[fruit-salad-ship]

Pirate AU got me in the angst.

This is unchecked, unedited, and I’m unapologetic, it’s 4:30am I’ll do what I want.

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Peach finds herself glancing up amidst the crew, a battle coming to a swift end thanks to their captain, a now cursed being. She did not hesitate to wrap foe in her tendrils and whip them into the ocean, or spike them into the ships deck with such force most enemies broke on impact, not moving further than wherever they landed. Her second in command watched on as this giant woman crushed the life out of another, catching sight of her eyes. The yellow that usually stood at stark contrast to her purple hued skin were now pitch black, completely void of the captains original love or compassion. A once soft woman now stood with sharp teeth bared as the last person she fought threw a harpoon that sliced her cheek, before being torn in two by the monsters grasp.

Peach saw the crew watch on, Grey catching her eye, both of them exchanging a look.

“Get below deck!” Every member of staff looked between Plum, her form still tearing at a body, and Peach who herself couldn’t look away, frightened for the crew. “THATS AN ORDER!” Was shouted with such force, the second mate never raised her voice like this, they all scattered back to safety. Grey paused beside her, one of the last to retreat.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Peach kept her eyes on the captain, tightening her grip on her sword as a woman she felt so many complex things for slipped further away with each little action.

“Not a clue… Look after them.” He gave a single nod and went to the stairs, while the second in command pulled her pistol out, walking forward on the deck.

It was quiet, the crunching of bones and ragged breath all you could focus on as the huge woman chewed through fallen enemies. Peach took steady steps towards this huge woman, her presence going ignored.

“Plum.” The captain did not turn to look at her. “Plum!” Still nothing, so she raised the pistol to the sky and fired. The sound of the shot resonated, plum paused her crunching, and finally turned to lock eyes with her member of staff. There was no recognition in her face, the sneer that revealed rows of sharp teeth menacing as they flashed white. Peach watched as her captain lurched forward. She held her sword out, and the pistol, and dropped both to the floor. Nothing in the world would make her raise her weapons to someone that looked so much like her wife. The world was cruel to monsters, she would not be another to maintain that behaviour, not when she loved one once before so fiercely.

“Plum, snap out of it!” As the towering woman approached peach stood her ground, not even flinching as a barrel was thrown with force, shattering close enough to get caught on the arm by some of the splinters, the humans eyes focused on plum, her side step smooth and seamless. “What’s gotten into you?” This time you can see the question cut deeper, the monster puts one hand on her head while grimacing, an internal fight raging. There’s hope, in there somewhere the captain resides still, the real her, not whoever this was.

The old pirate is suddenly caught off guard, too busy watching her captain, as she’s rushed by a more stealthy tentacle and grabbed by the leg, yanked into the air, before being slammed back to the deck. This is such a swift motion she gets no chance to think, overcome with pain and a ringing in her ear as her head collides with the solid wood floor. If she’d not have hit the ground so violently perhaps she’d have heard the crack in her chest, or registered the fracture in one arm that put itself out instinctively and took brutal force. Peach felt her body get dragged back, the irony of her immortal self once more dawning on her. She could do this all day and still get up from it. If only the pain wasn’t real, but that was the curse. Feel everything, experience countless lifetimes of hurt and grief and loneliness, never escape. She left a clear red line as she was dragged, head split somewhere under the tangled mop, until the limb holding her let go.

Plum assumed her dead, as if whatever she was now didn’t know of her second mates immortality, shocked and surprised when the woman groaned, pushed her body up slowly, before making a wobbly stand.

“Stop this- you’re going to spook the crew.” Peach paused to notice a loose tooth at the back of her jaw, it was fine, they grew back, so tearing this one out and throwing it to the floor was the smart move, swallowing teeth wasn’t a fun processes in comparison. Plum closed the gap, driven by rage, an emotion she hardly ever wore, expecting this human to flee, but peach didn’t move again, braced for impact sure but stood solid, sturdy, ready.

Plum let a tentacle wrap around her second in commands leg, the grip was tight, growing in intensity by the second.

“This isn’t you-�� peach had to stop suddenly, the pain from the squeeze becoming unbearable quickly, trying to pry herself free with no success, fingers clawing at her captor with futile desperation. The pressure on her leg grew so strong she could hear the bone creak, feel it start to bend, to buckle.

“Plum, don’t!” An instinct that hundreds of years could not wear out, to preserve herself, this would not kill her, and the damage would heal in a day or three, but it would hurt. A lot. The leviathan saw this little human push against her, try to worm free, and with each attempt she gripped tighter until the inevitable happened. Peach let out a guttural shout as the echo of snapping bone resounded in her own body, hand gaining a shake from pain. She looked up into the completely black eyes of her captain, anger and determination settling on her features. What could she do? Fighting wasn’t an option, body still held like a vice, every move jolting her now broken leg with shooting pain, feeling another tentacle wrap her torso, trapping one arm in place.

“Plum I know you’re in there! Stop this-“ choking the words right out of her, that hairline crack in her ribs from earlier giving way to another snap. Peach felt that sharp pain in her chest, a broken rib was one thing, this was something else, as if it had broken inwards, puncturing something, unable to stop the cough that struggled out and caused more pain to rattle around her while spluttering blood out in the process. Breathing was near impossible, and for a fleeting second she was grateful she didn’t need to, able to just about focus on the face peering down at her so close to her own. She was in too much pain to say anything other than a hoarse, strained out “stop“ her one free arm extended to her captain.

Plum felt the hand on her cheek, so small and so weak, a flair of recognition deep down inside, rage and hostility drowning it out quickly. The restrained pirate was thrown with force, her body bouncing along the ships deck a few times before coming to a stop. Peach felt every nerve in her body fire off, and then after a short while of agony, she entered a state of euphoria, brain bypassing the pain with chemicals to assure she didn’t go mad from it.

From here on out, her body acted without thought of herself. Plum watched her shift where she lay, how was this one human just not dying? They were all so fragile typically. She truly did not recall she’d never die, that this was futile. Broken skin began to heal over as she watched, bones being moved as if someone was pushing them back into the correct place. It hurt, it hurt so much, but there was no other option but to get back up, struggling up onto one leg, the unbroken one, a hobble to face the woman she’d come to love, or whatever she’d become now.

“Thats enough-“ One step after another, Peach moved towards her captain, it was pained, it was slow, but Plum just seemed to watch in bewilderment, the closer this one got, the more she seemed to stand strong, repair, wounds and scrapes healing before her very eyes. Now only a meter from her, the undead woman pauses, the entire walk over she expected to be struck again, surprised it never came. “Plum-I know you’re in there.” No flinch, no shifting at all as the towering creature stooped, a sneer still set on her face, taking a step back. This human was unnatural, it started to scare her. Peach watched her grasp at her head once more, whipping around to hiss in a hostile way spotting peach take a step closer. She paused, the exhaustion of this interaction starting to catch up, hands out to soothe the towering sea monster. “I’m not leaving you.” Another step backed plum up against a wall, her tentacles whipping to keep peach away, a fact she ignored. “This isn’t who you are- I know” She was struck hard with a lashing limb, knocked to one knee, breathing, shaking through the sting that bolted through every part of her. Getting back up, continuing her move closer steadily, until she was able to reach out with her one functional arm to touch this woman’s large hand gently, no hostility in her body despite being bloodied, broken and battered. A tentacle came crushing down on her, and for a moment there was nothing.

Peach was held under the weight of this limb, only just able to set her eyes up on the sky, dark, endless night, peaceful. From under this tentacle there was no way the sheer mass of it hadn’t ruptured several organs, snapped what was left of her ribs, potentially buckled the already broken leg in a worse way, the amount of force being put on her overwhelming.

Plum was certain, this time for sure, the human would not get back up, continuing to apply pressure until the deck of the ship started to splinter under her one tentacle. It wasn’t until a small feeling made her pause, a hand, its gentle grasp to the very tip of her limb, the limb trying to kill this person who would not stop calling out to her, Peach had reached for it even in this dazed state, squeezing in a way that felt familiar. Plum pulled the crushing weight of her arm back and peaked at the woman, lying there, so much blood just pouring from her mouth, glazed over and unfocused, but still not quitting. That small amount of space given to take a hesitant glance at this person, plum heard one raspy sentence.

“Come- p-please… come back to- to me” It was so struggled.

Every time this human got close or tried to approach Plum was struck with confusion, a state of panic coming over her, noise in her head like someone was shouting, screaming, having to clasp at her skull as if it’d split and come apart if she didn’t. She blinked, breathed, the culmination of shouting in her head getting so loud, until suddenly, it stopped. The sense of rage subsided, what was once a hazy state of murderous intent receded. Plum felt…like herself, shaking off whatever happened, a dizzy spell hitting her, wobbling, the large leviathan form reducing down to a more human size, collapsing to a heap on her knees as she huffed and tried to catch up with everything, what was that? She felt like she’d woken up from a horrible distant dream.

Her head shot up from staring at the floor, realising she was watching that whole previous interaction, a motionless body lying on the deck about three meters from her, crushed into the floor. She nearly fell running to Peach, had to catch herself twice, stopping with haste beside her second in command who did not move, eyes shut. The state of her body was brutal, bruises forming, bones clearly broken, so much blood- there was too much blood, it scared Plum. She’d seen a lot, you do in the pirating work, but this was a step too far.

Plum cried without control, her little hands shaking to try to reach out at the woman to fix this, try to undo what she did, thoughts that felt like dreams suddenly clicking into place, memories, tangible moments, retracting her reach when she realised it was her that caused this, terrified, so painfully afraid she’d do it again. Her muttering of begging as she hoped the woman before her was ok seemed to pour out without conscious thought, praying to a god she never believed in, pleading that Peach would survive this, getting scared when she didn’t respond, she always responded. Plum braved it, taking a shaky grasp of the injured woman’s hand, squeeing it, calling out to her to wake up, tears starting to fall as the calls went unanswered. She did this, she lost herself- putting her forehead on that damaged hand in hers while just sobbing, hunched over the form of the only person she’d truly ever loved, fully, without condition.

The hand squeezed back, it was so weak, but there, plum shot her head up, looked at this woman, she remained very still, the sudden breathe becoming one of the few sounds the captain heard, an intake of air that rattled, wheezed, struggled, but was now present once more. It somehow made the tears worse, relief that she was alive, Plum felt so much so fast, the grip on her partners hand refusing to falter, her tears getting heavier, unstoppable.

“D-“ she looked at Peach, seeing her try to say something “don-don’t…cry. Is o-“ a pained inhale “is ok.” This seemed worse? How was this worse? Her crying refused to stop, putting the woman’s hand on her cheek, holding it there against her skin. The scuffed and damaged thumb weakly wiped a tear away, the rest of her body unable to respond right now, but she fought to have her hand gesture gently, to comfort Plum in a way she needed right now.

If this was anyone else, they’d have been killed, Peach acted, got the crew away from Plum, and got through to her at a huge cost. Plum recalled the snapping sounds. It made her feel sick, just shaking, refusing to leave this woman’s side.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Repeated many times, unsure what to do, did she move her? Leave her to heal a little? She didn’t know- filled with regret and rage towards herself, an uncertainty if she should be near people anymore, a fear for her staff, her family, the sick feeling in her gut from the shame and sorrow that refused to shift.

Despite this, the hand on her cheek did not leave, every now and then able to shakily caress her, remind her that she’s not doing this alone. Plum couldn’t help but turn into that scraped palm, hold it as tight as she could allow herself to do. Still apologising, still crying.

The day after this incident, peach stayed in her room ever since Grey carried her there, completely unconscious by that point, the only time she’s ‘sleep’ was while healing rapidly from massive damage. No one had seen her since, she’d locked the door, not even the ships doctor had gone in. Plum had to confront this, she had to apologise again, check on her, try to make this up to her as she wanders down into the ships belly, crew passing, greeting her, seemingly ok with what happened, they were safe, plum was back, the apprehension was dispelled by Grey. She knocks on the woman’s door and waits, hearing a ‘what?’ From within that was undoubtedly Peach’s voice, still sounding tired and worn down.

“I just wanted to see how you are…” There was a hesitation, a moments quiet before her second mate responded.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, just go back to your cabin, rest, you’ve been through a lot.” The door did not open. Plum put her head on the wood and considered her options. The lack of her footsteps moving away was obvious to Peach, so she called out once more. “You don’t have to fix this, please, I just need time to recover…” The pause was poignant, the captain hung on every word. “I don’t want you seeing me like this, it’s not…You dont need that.” But Plum caused it, this was her fault, something she had to atone for, to try to make ok, if she ever could.

“Peach, please, let me in.” Once before this point in time, her pleading would not work, Plum would have to pull rank and demand Peach do as she ask, but…times change, things grow, feelings settle in and become more powerful than anything else. Plum backed up hearing the uneven steps within move towards the door, steps that sounded like they didn’t sit well. The latch on the door opened and it cracked just a little, Plum could see the outline of this woman, no lanterns or candles lit within, she stayed in the dark, recoiling back from the light of the ships hallway, slunk in the shadows. Neither said anything, Peach wanted to but failed to find the words, unable to stop the captain taking a step towards the door, one confident hand touching the wood and pushing it back a bit, a step over the threshold. The further in she went, the more the door opened, the more light was shed on what was within. Plums eyes adjusted, starting to see the features of this woman, the bruising on her skin covering every inch almost, creeping past a cheek, blackening an eye, running across the jaw, down the neck, under the shirt that was done up badly, she must have struggled to get clothes on that weren’t bloodied at some point. Plum went to say something, taking another step closer, a hand reaching out for this woman who’d put herself at risk to bring her back down to earth, pausing when Peach flinched away. Of course she would, Plum did this. Her hand retracted, the other taking it to make sure it didn’t come forward again. The immortal realised what she’d done, trying to quickly back track.

“I didn’t flinch because of- because of anything you’re thinking. I…” Her companion gave a weak smile to try to reassure, but the expression didn’t sit right, she was so upset, brow knitted in a sad way, griping her hand so tight, feeling a sting in it from the hold.

“It’s alright, I understand.” She took a step back, “I’m afraid of me too.” Every glance at her partner stinging more, the black and blue that sat so obviously on her pale skin, tattoos not even visible amongst it, even motions made were jittery, as if the muscles weren’t working correctly.

“Thats not- No, you listen to me.” Peach had to stop her leaving, had to put her hand in the light, having avoided doing so up until now, taking one step forward, catching Plum by the arm as she tried to leave her reach. The motion hurt, her whole torso was on fire doing this, her free hand instinctively holding her side from the pain. Plum got to see closer now the damage done, her hand was fully in the candle light, so battered, so bruised, still shaky. It made her eyes prick with tears, she didn’t want to cry again, please not again. She’d hardly stopped since yesterday.

“Let me go.” Too afraid to move away in case she caused any more damage.

“Not until you open your ears, you cant just ignore me.” She didn’t fight being gently pulled into Peach’s quarters, the door shutting behind them, a bit more privacy from the crew moving around. She stood stiffly, waiting, surprised when the faintest lamp light lit up, an act to make the captain feel comfortable, or, try to at least. To see how hurt this typically durable woman was seeped under plums skin, having to look away from the bruising, unable to stomach it.

“I flinched because I didn’t want you to see this, I didn’t want you to have to feel bad, NOT because you scare me, you don’t, nothing you do could frighten me.” Peach wanted to reach out and hold her, but plum wasn’t even able to look at her, lord knows how she’d feel if she was pulled into an embrace and noticed the few bones still sticking out in strange places, they healed one at a time, worst first, so some were very much still painful, and in places they shouldn’t have been. Her captains inability to look at her was… difficult to cope with. She paused, looking back at the light. “Do you want me to get rid of it? I thought some light would help, but-“

“No, no it’s fine. I just, I didn’t expect you to be so bruised.” Plum finally glanced up at her tentatively, frown growing more prominent as she did.

Peach rolled her sleeves down, and started to struggle to do the buttons up on her shirt more, hands failing to work well, fumbling with each, that is until a hand sat on hers, stopping her, the captains grasp soft.

“Don’t, you’re straining to do that, leave it.” Plum wanted to see what she did, remember it, bathe in the guilt it produced, hand slipping from the bruised digits of her staff to the torso, past shirt and to skin, she was warm. The more she pushed fabric aside, the more damage was revealed, letting the top fall from peach’s shoulder.

“You don’t need to see this.” Said despite the injured woman making no physical moves to stop her company, body hurting, the gentle touching was sweet relief.

“You don’t know what I need.” The shirt fell to the floor to show off a black and blue tapestry, every inch covered in this mottling.

Plum could never forget this, not in a million years, she’d not let it vanish from her mind. She let two of her fingers hook the injured woman’s belt loop on the front of her pants, pulling her to the bed. There was no fight, no words. Plum sat at the back and petted the bed, and peach obeyed, hobbling to sit down, being pulled softly so that her head was on the captains thigh, able to lie down in a position that wasn’t agony. Peach had not had someone put their hands through her hair in hundreds of years, it was so soothing to feel the fingers finding their way back to her after each long stroke through that pinkish mess. Plum watched, saw this woman look up, reach and stroke the slice to her cheek. The thumb that ran along it showed peach only saw her, only the damage she got, a tiny cut, that’s all. Meanwhile she lay beaten, now without her shirt it was clear to see where bones had once pierced skin, plum needed to take this all on, let her hands find those areas that still needed to heal. Her gentle pets and tender attention led to a rarity. One plum had not actually seen before. Peach fell asleep. Her head grew heavy in her lap and she could hear the breathing deepen.

She’d only do this when she was very hurt, sleep was not something she needed anymore. It went to show just how badly hurt she’d been. Plum sat up, the tentacles that often would subconsciously reach for the undead woman, this time staying far back, retracted and coiled as if afraid to touch her. The captain didn’t notice the tears that started again, quickly wiping them away with a free hand as the other stayed on this woman’s head gently. Peach would never know, and Plum would never tell. The severity of this moment would stay with her forever.

#tw damage #tw injury #tw blood #tw fighting #tw bruises #pirate au #fruit salad #brainrot

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm - chapter 0.8

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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a few days later

The map they had found back then in the jungle - thanks to Arabella - had indeed led them to a tiny island west of Havana. The locals calling it Seagul Island as many of these birds gathered at its shores during specific periods of the year.

The two daggers they had collected that day also coming in quite handy. Working as some kind of keys to an iron gate in the face of a big rock in the middle of the island. Revealing a small cave behind it. All they found there, however, was dirt and sand. Nothing more.

No treasure of any kind. The place was empty. Only a few golden coins covered by soil and an old skeleton were left. Considering the coins had been from the period of Calico Jack, it looked like the treasure had indeed been there once but was moved away later by someone. The place looked it hadn't been stepped foot in it for decades, even centuries, though. Leading them to the assuption it wasn't the organisation who got there first but someone else.

The skeleton had an old notebook in the pockets of his torn clothes. The person seemed being a former crew member of Calico Jack. The last entry in the notebook being about Anne Bonny, Jack's lover, whose pregnancy had won her stay of execution. Giving her a perfect opportunity to flee and going after her dead lover's prey. So it was save to say she had been the one moving the treasure from there.  But where to?

There wasn't any clue to where she brought the treasure, except a carving in the stone next to the skeleton. A last message by the pirate who had been left there. Who knew why.

The carving said: 'the heart of Los Ladrones, C-' It looked like there would've been more but either he'd been interrupted or lost his will to continue.

'Los ladrones' meant 'thieves' in spanish. So the message was 'the heart of thieves, c-' which made even less sense. Leaving them completely clueless.

Not exactly knowing what to do or where to go next, they returned to Havana. Deciding to stay there a bit longer considering Jimin hadn't fully recovered from his injuries yet. And besides, the organisation would surely assume they had already left Cuba, like they would've normally done if having found any new clue. They wouldn't expect them to stay there any longer. So perhaps that tactic would buy them some time and get them lose their trace.

After a week of still not knowing what those words carved in stone meant, and not even being sure if they were even related to where Anne Bonny had wanted to take the treasure, the mood was quite gloomy.  Except for Taehyung, who couldn't hide the fact he didn't mind having a little bit time off and spending it with Cassandra. It wasn't too bad to him. Although deep inside he knew it was probably not a good idea growing closer to her again. Knowing he'd have to bid her farewell sooner or later, breaking his and her heart all over anew.

As the three of them were hanging out at a bar near the port one evening, Yoongi suddenly exclaimed a "hah!" making Jimin and Arabella perk up. "What?" "I think I'm the smartest one after all," he laughed out and leaned back in his seat with a knowing look. "What if 'Los Ladrones' was a place. What if it didn't mean 'thieves' but was a place? Hence why it was in capital letters." Jimin hummed at his friend's smugness, taking out his phone. He began typing into his maps app the location 'los ladrones' in. Not expecting much but decided to give it a shot. After all they didn't have any better idea all those days and it wouldn't hurt. And indeed, the app ended up giving him four hits for places with this name. His eyes growing wide. "There's one in Columbia, Mexico, Spain and Argentina."

"Try the one in Columbia!" Arabella suggested, seemingly excited they finally got a hint. He nodded. The 'C-' at the end could stand for 'Columbia' and it was surely closer than Argentina or Spain. A big green area right at the coast showed up on the screen. "Guys, look at this," Jimin said then, zooming into a symbol in the north-west, indicating a monument or special place. "Isla Corazón. Doesn't that mean 'Heart Island'?" "It does," Arabella, who spoke spanish along with five other languages, nodded. "So heart of Los Ladrones could definitely indicate this place."

"Good job, man," Jimin grinned and patted Yoongi's shoulder, "Maybe you're indeed the brain of the gang." A proud grin spread over Yoongi's lips as he took a sip from his whiskey. Another thought coming up his mind then. "I don't know if Taehyungie will share our excitement though.." Arabella and Jimin exchanged a glance at this, their smiles fading. Right. Someone had to tell him.

Jimin sighed then, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "I'll tell him later."

Truth was, Arabella was quite worried about how Taehyung would take the news. She and him finally got along fairly well. Well, at least better than before. And she was certain him being in a good mood from hanging out with Cassandra was the main reason for that. She didn't want to know how things would go between them once he heard he had to leave her again. And Arabella wasn't so keen about having to deal with a moody and heartbroken Taehyung.

"Let's have one last drink and get going then," Yoongi said, ordering another round.

And they drank. And laughed. Until everything turned black.

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Jimin woke up with a throbbing head. His hand reached out, expecting to find Arabella's warm body next to his like every morning. Instead he realised he was laying on a cold concrete ground. Blinking, he turned his head and saw he was in a cell.  Did pops find them? He couldn't remember anything.

The door burst open then, the sudden noise making him flinch.

"Waking up with a hangover must be quite nasty," an unfamiliar female voice said. He looked up with one eye, seeing a blond woman, around her fourties probably, in a black suit standing there. 

"Who.. are you? Where am I?"

One of her brows arched as she gave him an almost sympathetical look. "Oh, did the rohipnol take all your memory?" She took a seat at a chair. "Well, see, I'm kind of like the commander here around. At least of my team. Call me Kir." He frowned, laughing under his breath. "Kir? Like the cocktail?" She didn't respond, just laughed out amused and he slowly began to put one and one together. "You're from the organisation, right?"

"Smart boy," she grinned coldly, "And I assume you also know why you're here."

"The sapphire?" "Well, that was the trigger, surely. You embarrassed us in front of our client. And then we checked and saw we got some unfinished business with you, don't we? So you confounded our plans twice."

He clenched his jaw. Arabella. She was the unfinished business.

Years ago they had hired him to eliminate her as she had got away. The fact brainwashing kidnapped children into forgetting their real identities and training them into spies and thieves for them, didn't always work? Not good. It didn't leave them with a nice reputation in front of their clients and crime colleagues. So obviously they had to set a warning example by getting rid of the ones who got away. Even if they weren't many, it didn't matter.

"You can have the sapphire if you want," he said then, to which she held up her hand. "Save the sapphire." She leaned in then, bending a little. "How about you help us finish both jobs instead? Lead us to the treasure so we can be in good books and the client forgets about the incident with the sapphire. And of course, finish the job from back then."

Jimin looked around. No sign of the others. "Where's Arabella anyway? You abducted them as well, didn't you? Why won't you just do it yourself then?" he asked annoyed. Acting passive. In reality he tried finding out if his friends were held captive somewhere as well.

"No, we didn't get them. We only got you," she stated, getting up, "You're the one owing us, we don't care for the other two. Besides, we can't finish her off. She was one of us after all." "Oh wow, criminals with morals," he sarcastically said. "No, not morals but a codex. Rules. And I don't feel like risking my career here for some unimportant little traitor like her."

She clapped her hands then and two men entered. Grabbing Jimin and heaving him from the ground. His wounds aching at the abrupt move. Not having completely healed yet. "Wh-" Kir smirked. "Well, well, well. Let's see if our new method of speed brainwashing will work."

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