#and plot w me pls

[jasnstilnski]

unfollowed inactives, tracked down my mutuals revamps....... jason time

[mushyfart]

guys I ACTUALLY helped neontempo write the L/R game and rob ACTUALLY survives (and his middle name is ACTUALLY jackenzie) /j

also random sketch of the convoy + rob and denise as their own ss!!

[kalofi]

zl fic idea

hii everyone i wrote something yesterday about an au idea i had for zolu and. i thought i'd share it here since its a bit too messy and disjointed in places to post on like. ao3 or something.

4.7k words, warning for temporary major character death but do not worry all will be fixed in due time. i'll put the rest under the cut

ok i have an idea for an au thats like kind of reincarnation but like reality displacement but like. okay just listen.

so we start at laughtale. its a couple years into the future from where we are in canon the strawhats are achieving their dreams luffy is about to find the one piece theres a big battle happening between them and the blackbeard pirates and whoever the fuck else is there idc. the rest of the strawhats are fighting the bb crew while luffy and zoro head off to find the one piece and also end up fighting black beard himself. luffy and zoro atp r like basically a thing but they never talk about it cuz theyre luffy and zoro and they kind of just exist with each other but like. theyre basically in love and everyone knows it. anyway they go off together luffy has the one piece almost in his grasp blackbeard attacks they fight its a big battle blood is shed bones are broken uumm in my mind luffy and zoro are like teaming up against bb bc his devil fruit is lowk broken and op and like ok theres gear5 too but i didnt rly consider that so lets just assume bb’s devil fruit can negate gear5 somehow or luffy exhausts it before bb is fully defeated. 

finally theyre able to knock bb down and hes out and theyre both tired and worn but they DID IT and the one piece is luffys and theyre facing each other grinning ear to ear and zoros saying “you ready, king of the pirates?” and luffy laughs and goes “not just yet zoro, i still gotta-“ and then theres a spear piercing right through his chest. and in the next moment its gone. 

theres a gaping hole through his captain and theres blood, theres so much blood and luffy’s still smiling like he hasnt realized it yet, like it hasnt even registered. zoros ears are ringing and he doesnt know what to make of whats hes seeing because its just not real, it CANT be. 

he looks over luffy’s shoulder and blackbeard is on the ground with his hand outstretched , black energy coiling back into his form and he’s laughing and laughing with bloodstained teeth. hes fucking laughing. one moment zoro is still standing parallel to luffy and the next hes in front of blackbeard and the mans head is rolling through the dirt and gravel, wado dripping crimson, a terrible gap toothed grin still stretching the man’s cheeks. 

zoro is breathing heavy, hes trembling and hes almost mesmerized by the blood pooling around a lacerated neck— then he’s remembering luffy and turning around and calling his name and he can see right through him theres a HOLE right through him and he chokes and stumbles and rushes to his side right as luffy starts to crumple to the floor . catches him and lowers him gently and doesnt know what to say. 

hes still shaking but cant move his mouth and everything is muffled, the sounds from the battle outside are distant and they dont matter but what does he do. what does he do. 

he snaps out of it when luffy gently calls his name. a strong “zoro,” like hes not fazed at all. like there isnt blood soaking into zoros clothes. 

his brain kickstarts and he’s speaking. saying things like “youre ok you’ll be ok” and “choppers right outside i’ll just call him and he’ll fix you right up” and “you always bounce back, right captain?” and hes thinking “dont die please dont fucking die. not now, not when we’re this close please dont fucking die” and hes silently praying to all the gods he doesnt believe in but luffy calls his name again and his mouth clicks shut. luffys saying it’ll be fine, that he had fun. that hes proud to have made it this far with all of them. and those sound a lot like parting words so zoro’s shaking his head no but luffy is still smiling. hes saying that hes glad he had zoro, that he made him happy. hes saying to tell everyone he’s glad they met, that hes glad they all had each other, that he knows theyll be just fine . 

zoro wants to say that luffy should tell that to them himself, when hes wrapped up and recovering and alive but his mouth is glued shut again and he feels that interrupting luffy now would be cursing him to death, like his words are the only thing keeping him tethered here, he just needs to get him to keep talking to stay awake. 

he tries to smile but it comes out ugly and wrong and he feels his lip wobble so he drops it. he settles on rubbing his thumb on luffys shoulder. something to keep him here. 

so he rubs and luffy talks little things until he cant anymore. until his eyes grow dull and his skin loses its warmth and still zoro rubs and he rubs.

—

thats how law finds them. zoro hunched over a body that should never be as still as it is. and its really no surprise hes there, hes been gunning for the one piece since the time he could captain a ship (or a submarine) but it all feels so wrong. 

zoro either doesnt notice him or doesnt care, but either way the man doesnt acknowledge law until he’s right behind him. its not like law can say anything to announce himself either, not after seeing the state of the body that zoros currently holding. the body that used to be luffy’s. hes still processing it all when the other man(the one whos alive) finally speaks. 

zoro asks if hes got a devil fruit. less of a question and more of a statement, but he should know anyway since theyve spent considerable time together and hes literally seen him use it. law cant unstick his jaw so he hums in affirmation. “and you can switch stuffs’ places?” another hum. “what about time.” 

that makes law pause. “what?” his voice comes out stronger than he feels. 

“what about time? can you switch things in time?” by this point law has awakened his devil fruit or some shit dont sweat the logistics but hes never tried anything of that sort so he kind of stumbles “im not- maybe? ive never attempted-“ zoro interrupts “send me back” 

“what?” 

“send me back so i can fix this. you can do that, right.” it clicks. law would pity zoro if he didnt know any better, instead he just feels mounting despair and resignation. 

he may not be crew, but he knew luffy too, he was allied with the man for fucks sake, and this just feels- wrong. he sighs, a tired, heavy thing. 

“what about your crew?” its useless. zoros as stubborn as his captain, with arguably a handful more screws loose. “it wont matter. they’ll never know because i’ll make sure this doesnt happen.” he still hasnt turned around. law doesnt know what expression hes making and hes sure he never wants to find out. 

hes ready to deny it, cut his losses and head for the one piece himself (hes not heartless, but if he stands here any longer and has to look at. well. he think he might never be able to move again) but then he really thinks about it. could he? would it even be possible? surely this isnt the way things were supposed to go, surely this isnt right. luffys never been one who was supposed to die just like that, like this, law knows that much. he thinks hes going to regret this, but he counts it as one last thank you for everything luffy did for him. 

youre gonna owe me big time strawhat-ya. if i even remember this, that is. 

he puffs a breath “i can try. i cant- promise anything but. i think we both know this,” he makes a vague, weak gesture, “isnt right.” 

zoro doesnt say anything, law didnt expect him to. he just bows his head slightly and law takes that as the acknowledgment it is. 

he brings his hand up, “dont do anything stupid, zoro-ya. or, at least, make it stupid enough to bring him back.” 

he positions his fingers in way so familiar, but the weight of it now is nearly unbearable.

room.

shambles

—

zoro’s world shatters, differently than before, and then theres nothing.

—

he wakes up in bed, bleary eyed and a pounding headache assaulting his senses. his alarm clock is going off which only adds to the drumbeat against his eyes. he grumbles and whacks around aimlessly to shut it off. the silence lasts a moment before his eyes fly open and he jolts up, sheets pooling around his waist. luffy. where was he? where was zoro? did the crew find him and take him back to the ship? did law fail? but this didnt look like chopper’s office.

he looks around to find hes in a room hes never seen before in his life, yet he instinctively knows is his. it all feels so wrong, like he doesnt belong in his own skin. he scratches lightly at his arm. he needs to go to work. 

work?

what the fuck is happening. 

its like his mind is at war with itself, one truth trying to dominate over the other. he trained at sensei’s dojo. he aged out of foster care. he was a swordsman, he was the first mate of the strawhat pirates. he didnt go to college, hes working construction. he made a promise, and kuina died. kuina…died. huh. his captain, his luffy, someone he knew so intimately and who knew him in turn. hes never met someone with that name his entire life. he needs to go to work, he needs to find his crew. 

he doesn’t understand what the fuck is happening. 

without his permission his legs stand him right up and he moves confusedly, surely, to the bathroom he didnt know he had. his reflection stares back at him in the mirror and its him, of course it is, he doesnt know why he expected someone else, but hes also…different. he has both function of his eyes, first of all. a scar in the same place as before but its light and healed over and doesnt seem to have blinded him like it once did. his hair is green, sure, but black roots peek out from underneath the familiar shade. hes grown stubble, he should shave. he needs to go to work. 

hes so confused, but his body moves like its been doing this its whole life. as far as zoro knows, it has. 

he continues getting ready, mind still at odds, and makes himself a cup of coffee (in his own kitchen. his own kitchen? the state of it leaves less to be desired. sanji would surely skin him alive) before tucking into his shoes, grabbing his wallet and keys and heading out the door. he seems to live in a single room apartment, and a crummy one at that. his legs move him faster, he has to go to work, he cant be late again (again?).

his car is parked outside the building, he has no fucking clue what it is but he unlocks it all the same and settles in. he feels like he shouldnt be operating this sort of machinery. franky would know better than him how it must work. he starts it up and backs out. trusting his gut to get him where he needs to be. he should be more concerned, he should be frantic and inconsolable, his captain was dead in his arms and now hes? what? going to lay some bricks or some shit? but he finds that part of him dulled in favor of following whatever mundanity this body is pushing him towards. 

uumm whatever whatever he arrives at work eventually i dont know how construction jobs work are there offices or something. idc thats not the point. johnny and yosaku are there and zoro is surprised to see them since, as far as he knows, the last time they were with each other was at arlong park which was years ago for him. but the two greet him like this is a daily occurence, like theyve been working together for years. and zoro thinks, knows, they must have. but this is good, this is great fucking news actually because until now theres been no confirmation if zoro was here alone (wherever “here” is) but now his proof is right in front of him because if johnny and yosaku are here, and they exist the same as from before, then that must mean everyone else is here too right? he clings onto this hope with both hands trembling. 

nami, usopp, the cook and chopper and robin and franky, brook, jinbe and fuck. fuck, luffy. theyve got to be here somewhere, zoro just has to find them. hes not sure if they remember things like he does but hes got to try because they are his as much as he has always been theirs and they should all exist together as it has always been. 

so then yeah he finishes his shift because its what hes ‘supposed’ to do but he doesnt go home. he drives around aimlessly before pulling into a random lot and pulling out his phone (theres no snail attached to it. weird.) he doesnt even know where to begin. hes not usually the one coming up with plans, he just goes where theres blood need to be shed. but no one seems to be in any danger here except for maybe himself, and its not like he has his swords anyway- shit. fuck did he still have wado? he must have right? he knows there was a kuina that existed here too, he knows because he remembers. and she, well she wasnt around anymore so he must have wado. he must. with shaking fingers he pushes that aside for now, though barely. he needs to find luffy, but he wouldnt even know where to start. luffy could probably find the rest of their crew by simply wandering around and happening upon them, thats how he did it before. but zoro has no idea where he’d be, he doesnt even know where he is. nami or robin would be a good bet to at least form a plan, but he wouldnt know how to find them either. 

is there even a coco village here? would robin still be part of baroque works? he needs someone who has a defined location that he could google or something (what the hell is google?). usopp would be at syrup village right? shit. is there even a drum island? these are all too broad, he needs something specific. specific…..a place with an identifiable name, somewhere smaller that would be easier to stake out…

a lightbulb goes off. 

fucking shit he thinks. of course. of fucking course it would come down to the cook. 

he types in “baratie” to his maps and a location pops up, just 27 minutes from where he is now. he hasnt eaten yet either, so he figures thats killing two birds with one stone. he taps the address, backs out of the lot and drives. 

(if it takes him nearly an hour to get there thats nobodys business but his own)

he pulls up to the building about a quarter after 7. it seems packed enough already, but if memory serves him right then that was just par for the course for baratie. he parks, gets out and locks his car, then shoves his hands in his pocket and resigns himself to another oncoming migraine hes sure to get upon interacting with the man hes certain is waiting somewhere inside. 

the tables are full, the host tells him, he slips a 20 from his wallet and suddenly (of course) theyre more than willing to serve him. 

he gets settled in a far and somewhat isolated booth and a waiter comes up to him, but he cuts the man off as hes introducing himself and says “you got a blonde working here? stupid ass side part with a weird eyebrow? goes by sanji” the waiter looks shocked and put off by his rudeness but quickly collects himself and says “we might. depends on whos asking” zoro snorts “just tell him hes got someone who wants to talk to him,” he cringes at this next part, tries to smile but knows it comes off as a sneer. hes not sure if he still has conquerors haki wherever he happens to be now, but he tries to channel that energy the same way he would if he were in battle and says “tell him im a fan.” the waiters eyes widen, in fear or surprise zoros not sure (most likely a mix of both) before he nods and scurries across the floor, weaving in between patrons and coworkers alike until he disappears behind the double doors to the kitchen. 

zoro sits with his arms crossed and skims through the menu out of boredom and impatience. its a couple minutes before he sees a familiar head of blonde hair emerge from across the way. a smile climbs onto his face despite himself. sure, the guy annoyed him to hell and back and their…friendship (if you could really call it that) was a tumultuous one, but it was good to see someone familiar nonetheless. he schools his expression before the blonde can spot him. a few moments pass before hes standing right in front of zoro, his stupid suit primped and pressed as always, and a cautious look on his face. 

“you asked for me?” his tone is the one he only reserves for men who he deems not worth his time. zoro grits his teeth but says “yeah, theres something ive gotta discuss with you.” 

hes never been one for tact, forever blunt unlike his swords. 

sanji quirks a brow “i dont plan on talking about anything with anyone unless theyre a paying customer” zoro feels his eyebrow twitch but grabs his menu nonetheless and points to a random item without looking “i’ll have this then, and whatever booze you got.” sanji leans in to see what hes pointing to before his one visible eye widens and a grin slowly overtakes his previously unaffected face. 

he speaks condescendingly. “wonderful choice sir, coming right up.” before zoro can get another word in he grabs the menu out of his hand, spins on his heel, and marches back to the kitchen. 

zoro clenches his fists and does his best not to grind his teeth into a fine dust. no matter where they are or what displacement in time the fucking curly brow never fails to be absolutely insufferable. at least this way though, zoro knows its him for real. 

its another 20 minutes before the shit cook reemerges from the back with a platter and a mug in his hand. he steps up to zoros table and places the plate and cup down in front of him with a smug look. zoro has no idea what the fuck hes looking at on his plate. he doesnt have time to question it before sanji plops down in the booth seat across from him, disregarding all previous faux-professionale and asking “so what do you want” zoro tears his eyes away from his plate and looks into sanji’s, trying to convey as much emotion, as much urgency as he possibly can. 

“luffy needs us. and we have to find him” whatever the cook was expecting him to say, it definitely wasnt that. the other man regards him more warily now, looking him up and down with a tense frown before replying “i dont know what the hell youre talking about. and i dont appreciate being mocked or having my time wasted” he goes to stand up but zoro grabs his wrist, yanking him back down unceremoniously. 

he blinks before rounding back on zoro, flaring his nostrils in a way zoro knows means hes about to get himself in deep shit “oi, what the fuck do you think youre-“ he doesnt let him finish “im not mocking you. this isnt some stupid prank or whatever youre thinking. and despite how much i would enjoy punching your teeth in right now im not looking for a fight either.” 

the cook still looks affronted but seems to actually be listening. zoro continues “look, i dont know what the fuck is going on. i was at laughtale with you and the others, with luffy, and then i woke up and now im here and i dont know how but this is all wrong. its all wrong but i need to find luffy and fuck, i cant do it alone. i need your help to find him. find everyone.” the blondes eye is wide, but he blinks and its gone. he looks more tired than zoro has ever seen him 

“im not paid enough for this shit. i dont know why i even-“ he looks like hes getting ready to leave again but zoro is desperate at this point so he blurts out whatever he thinks will convince the other man hes not bullshitting.

“we met you here, at the baratie. me and nami and usopp and luffy. luffy busted through one of your walls so your old man punished him by making him wash dishes. i dont, i dont know what luffy said to you, or how he convinced you to join us, but he changed your life like he did mine. we sailed together, and we had each others backs no matter how much we got on each others nerves. you were our cook. i was our swordsman. luffy was our captain and youd do anything to help him, i know you would, same as me. youre a pervert and an asshole and a damn annoyance, but youre strong. i could still kick your ass though” if the cook’s eyebrow could go any higher hes sure itd be clear off his forehead by now. 

“and you- your dream. you wanted to find the all blue.” he stalls there, engine sputtering. zoro doesnt know what else to say, so he snaps his mouth shut. 

the blonde is still gaping at him like a fish, but he mouths the phrase “all blue” like hes been searching for it his whole life, like he always knew but just never had the words. 

he blinks. 

then he blinks again, rapidly. there are tears pooling in his eyes. his mouth flaps for a moment before he seems to finally be able to push out words. 

“you- zoro?” he sounds small. he sounds hopeful. zoro grins. 

“yeah, yeah its me.” sanji stares at him a moment, then looks around, as if hes seeing everything with clear eyes for the very first time. zoro figures he might as well be. 

“holy shit. holy shit.” 

zoro laughs, a rough thing. theres a ball in his throat that he cant seem to dislodge. “nice to have you back, curly brow” sanji’s gaze snaps back to him before he scowls and tries wiping away the tears that are now streaking down his cheeks. its useless though, it seems they cant stop. zoro laughs again at the sorry state of the asshole in front of him, this time more full and genuine. he feels so relieved he doesnt know what to do with himself. 

“yeah yeah, whatever dick head.” sanji grumbles. zoro quiets down, glances away, lets him have his moment. “fuck, mosshead, im still on the clock and you unload all this on me? how the hell am i supposed to finish the rest of my shift?” his words are sharp but he doesnt sound angry at all. in fact, when zoro turns back to look, hes smiling. 

“you remember now though, dont you?” he has to be sure. 

“what does it look like, dumbass? think im tearin’ up cuz of pollen or some shit?” the cook rolls his eye. theyre both silent for a moment, trapped in their own heads, before he speaks up again. “so, what now?” zoro doesnt even have to think before he answers “we find everyone else, obviously.” “well no shit, but how?” zoro glances to the side. “i was hoping youd figure that out” sanji stares before bursting out laughing. zoro scowls and hunches into his shoulders. 

“of course!” sanji cackles “of course your dumbass wouldnt know what to do! you probably just typed in the most recognizable place you could remember and hoped one of us would be there!” zoro doesn’t answer, because yes thats what he fucking did, but it worked didnt it? he doesnt see whats so funny. 

“fuck you.” 

he wants nothing more than to bash that smarmy mouth in, but the familiar egging settles something in his soul. sanji gasps a few breaths before calming down, now wiping tears from his eyes for a completely different reason. 

“alright alright, well lets figure this out then, yeah? we figure out how we got here then we can figure out how to get back right? simple enough” 

zoro nods, ��law was-“ he stops. remembers dull eyes and clammy skin and wrong wrong wrong. he shakes his head, “no, no we cant” sanji looks at him confused. 

“we cant go back,” zoro presses, “not until i fix things. i promised i would” the other man seems to pick up on his panic and his mood dampens, becomes more serious. “promised what?” 

zoros never been one to sugarcoat, but now he wishes he could find a way to soften the blow hes about to deal. he inhales, pushes the breath out. says, “luffy died, sanji.” the fact the hes actually using the other mans name seems to fly right over his head in favor of the first part. “what?” zoro huffs, is he really gonna make him say it again? “luffy di-“ sanji interrupts, angry now, fists clenched and whitened from the pressure “i heard what you said. but what do you mean.” 

he doesnt want to have to tell sanji what happened, doesnt want to talk about it at all, wants to slice it up into small enough pieces that it very well may have never existed.

he told law the others wouldn't have to know, that he would make sure of it, but he's realizing now just how unrealistic that is. as much faith as zoro places in his own abilities, he's aware he's only one man.

and, he figures, if there's anyone i can trust enough to share a burden heavy as this with, might as well be the one who's strength i'd count on just as much as my own.

sanji cant help if he doesnt know what went down once they got separated at laughtale, so zoro sets his shoulders, clenches his fists, prepares himself like hes riding into a battle he knows he has no chance of winning—hes the first mate for fucks sake—and resigns himself to filling the other man in on every horrible detail

by the end, the cook looks much the same as zoro feels, pale-faced and shaky. he runs a trembling hand through his hair and clenches his eye shut. “fuck mosshead, thats…” he doesnt bother finishing, and zoro stays silent—already knowing just how much of a shitty situation it is that theyve found themselves in.

—

(btw the reason sanji was so smug about what zoro randomly chose on the menu is bc its one of their most expensive dishes. even upon regaining his memories he still makes zoro pay it cuz hes an asshole like that. business is business 😁)

uuummm i dont feel like detailing the rest basically my idea is that they work together to try and track down all the members as well as law, since hes also a part of this. i dont know how or when or in what order but i do know finding luffy would come last. so yes its zolu but for a majority of it more in spirit than anything. maybe i can throw in some luffy pov of him living with ace and sabo . he knows something is off but cant place his finger on what. he knows something is missing but hes got his brothers with him so what else could he possibly need? etc etc. you get the idea

[frystsnow]

hi there starlights! it's pretty obvious that my activity has tanked bc of irl obligations but i still very much would like to find ways to meaningfully write others. in line with that, i've put together an rp interest checker to hopefully start some more in-depth threads and relationships with jeck frosty here! i'd appreciate it very much if you had the time to fill this up so we can mutually help each other out with plotting! thank you so much in advance, and i'm looking forward to hearing from you! 🩷

[fallingsohard]

open to: m/f/nb, anyone really ( only muses 23+ please! ) muse: riley hargrove. pisces. bisexual. ages 35-42. retired nhl player for the toronto maple leafs, now an nhl coach plot idea: wholesome age gap plot loosely based off this, but can go anywhere he’s fighting a smile, arms crossing over his chest. “please, do not give me that look… i’m serious.” riley wasn’t sure why the other wasted their time with him to begin with. “you’re too young to be settling down with me, or anyone. trust me.”

[thepotatothatsoftens]

[exopelagic]

ITS MEGANIUM TIME

[virtuepoint]

hello! val again (also writing for yuchan @mymontage & saebi @jennysaykwa, but this is a sideblog so all shenanigans will be coming from yuchan’s name… sorry) and presenting 2/3: han seowon, sodapop’s main vocalist 1 aka nation’s bf… begging the questions, what does it mean to be a sheep? what does it mean to be a shepherd? like this post to plot, and i’ll send you a message! ims and discord are both ok!

seowon knew from the moment that he gained consciousness in this life that he wants to be somebody that people love. this is an ambition that burns bright and never seems to go away, so his parents had no choice but to just go along w it. sorry!

he took singing classes first, and then it’s dance classes, and then he’s enrolled into an idol academy. was so committed to becoming an idol that he basically ditched his friends from highschool in the process. none of his friendships ever ended badly tho, it’s just… he’s here and there and then he’s gone.

spends most of his years growing up in that idol academy, and then he’s finally a ydh trainee! around those corners, he was locked in and expected a two year training period to turn into four or something, but ydh tells him and a lineup of trainees that they’re going to debut. seowon is ecstatic, ofc… he’s so excited to show himself and finally be loved for what he’s good at!

fast forward. he is loved for what he’s good at, but it’s not his voice or his dance. it’s his personality– the way he treats people around him, his love for his fans. ydh noticed this, and says. seowon, honey, you got to amp up this personality by 928393838%.

has the special power of making you feel like the most important person in the room whenever you’re talking. when you’re close to him, though, you’ll notice that he’s a flaky friend. maybe it’s how busy he is, but do you even know him at all above the idol image?

above everything, seowon is lonely. he doesn’t do this shit on purpose! he’s just so committed to what he does and it’s gonna come back to bite him in the ass.

wcs

surface level friends. he’s currently the mc for mcountdown, and he had a ton of mc gigs so seowon’s probably a familiar face to your muse! i’d love for interactions backstage, stumbling upon him at a cafe near the midas labels building, etc!

in that same vein, i’d really love coworkers! mc partners, etc, etc…

a real friend, or friendsssszzzz?? seowon, honest to god, doesn’t even know who he truly is. i’d love for a bestie connection to help him (and also me…) figure out who he is when his walls are down and this idol image isn’t holding him back. he’s vulnerable to you and shares his struggles! i also think he gives u really, really good advice in return.

ppl from his highschool would be fun too!! a friend who he sort of ghosted and they’re trying to catch him… or a friend who’s upset bc of this… like. oh ok so u don’t even view me as a close friend when u can discard me easily like this

seowon sees u eating chicken once and he’s like. damn they must rly like chicken! taking notes. and then on a special occasion to celebrate u he pulls up to u w a whole rotisserie chicken.

ppl w unrequited feelings for seowon… not only that he’s too committed and won’t even see you as a choice, he’s also stupid as fuck! if ur muse needs rejection, hmu…

[shot0fgin]

& i just wanted you to know that this is me trying . at least i’m trying !

as penned by peach , for @redcreekfm !

  //   (  sophie  thatcher  .  cis  woman  .  she  /  her  )  .    ⸻  virginia  holloway  ,  a  twenty  four  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  seven  years  .  the  lost  soul  is  known  for  being  protean  and  volatile  and  is  often  associated  with  yesterday’s  mascara  becoming  today’s  eyeliner  ,  a  lone  wolf  howling  at  a  dissipating  moon  ,  an  enteral  crossroads  where  you  chose  the  wrong  path  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  redstone  bar’s  rhythm  guitarist  &  backup  vocals  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted  .

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺.

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: virginia holloway . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: ginny , gin , v . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she / her. 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual. 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: protean. adjective. tending or able to change frequently or easily. 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: volatile. adjective. liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺.

( tw cheating , drug & alcohol use )

🥀 virginia’s parents always cared more about appearances than substance. the love had left their eyes long before she was old enough to notice, but a divorce was just too messy! no one saw scandalous motel visits, which meant they would always be the preferred way to cope. their only daughter, however, didn’t have the same approach. virginia was a wreck and not afraid to show it. late nights, running from the cops, skipping school, walks of shame, shoplifting – you name it, virginia did it. she was a wild teenager. 🥀 enough was enough when she turned sixteen. turns out there was a limit to the shame her parents would let her smear on her family name, and she hit it. they signed her up for a treatment program, and perhaps the whispers were too much for her parents considering they made the move to red creek. along with a new replacement child little sister. 🥀 for a while, they had succeeded in taming the beast that was their teenage daughter. when they enrolled her back into school, she gave just enough effort to graduate. just enough stability to hold some dead end jobs afterwards. though they never lasted too long, it was always gin making the change rather than getting fired. the redstone bar is currently the longest job she’s held, considering it seems to hold her interest way more than a standard waitressing or retail job she had before. 🥀 still, virginia has no plans in life. her label is the lost soul, considering the way she is currently floating through life. more about it below in the wc tab, but i think she is pretty easily influenced. probably has some friends that she is still wild with, but also maybe some good. there’s part of her trying to be better, but she’s very much in a limbo state as well.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

like mentioned above,, some bad influences. give me mess, give me benders, ‘they rlly shouldn’t hang out but they do’s,, all the drama

but also,,, someone that tries to be a good influence on her. eye in the hurricane type beat.

neutral option,, hookup buddies, fwb, one night stands always a vibe. maybe they go on benders together, maybe it’s a netflix and chill vibe

maybe,, maybe,,,,, someone to love on gin. who knows

angsty version of that,, people that kind of had a thing and then gin ghosted bc girlie doesn’t know how to emotion

the person that got her the job at redstone / introduced her to band kinda thing

previous coworkers from silly little minimum wage jobs from her past

friends, haters – the usual ones there

also just anything & everything,, if you have ideas pls throw them at me!! these are all just v basic

[impossible-rat-babies]

getting to customize ur quizzy is like. very interesting

[voiid3d]

thinking about finch & how desperately i want deep connections for her

[acoldsovereign]

{{So, uh, I miiiiiiiiight have done an oopsie, y'all.

I went to delete my old blog because I was honestly tired of looking at it (plus I had saved the threads I wanted to keep, or so I thought) and ha, hahaha--

some threads are gone-

[kalosian-woods]

(yo its the "haunted by the synchro ep scene" anon)

you 🤝 me

studying and dissecting THAT scene like a specimen under a microscope

anyways i love love love love how you dissected it like it got me curious on how greninja feels about all thjs

It's a curse I will gladly bear if it means having fun with all of you heh! I'm not just studying the sciences for nothing after all, gotta get as much out of these scenes as we can (*pushes eps through a lemon squeezer*). If I don't, then who will, after all??

And ahhh, tysm!!!!! <333 :D You've given me so much food for though I had to just dive in and see what I could extract at that moment. Now that I think about it, there are like 20 more things that we can do with those scenes: using them as a metric for all the other times Ash gets weak and/or faints, seeing Greninja's reaction in those split seconds, the progression of the bond as the series goes on, a whole bunch of stuff.

You raise a pretty good question though!! In the anime proper we don't get much about Greninja's reaction (both physical or mental) regarding the bond - I would say the most we get is in Snowbelle when both he and Ash split paths and idk run away. I'm trying my very hardest to not go into the whole ep because GEEZ does it have a lot to unpack lol, but I find it so interesting that while Ash is on the ground pacing around a log, Greninja is sitting up a tree, recalling his two back-to-back losses and clenching his fist (just like Ash was) while looking away in disgust/in pain, as if he couldn't stand the sight of it. And back in the Pokemon Centre while facing his back to him (dreamscape memories, anyone???) Ash apologizes to him, saying that he should've gotten his act together (that's the moment where Grenin opens his eyes and I mean in that active way). After recalling what Ash said to him he then slams his fist on the tree before going on the move (presumably back to Ash or the Pokemon Centre). To me, I feel like Greninja assumes just as much responsibility over the bond as Ash does, wanting to reach that same state of power and exercise complete control over it. He also feels blame towards himself when he loses (especially since I think in both instances Grenin knocked out before Ash could or, as with the Sawyer battle, before they could even activate the change) and tends to immerse himself in his fustrations as a result.

In a way, both Ash and Greninja are mirrors, but they aren't perfect copies of each other. They will inevitably experience different emotions, see different things, react in different ways. We see this all the way at the start in EP 3 'A Battle of Aerial Mobility!' where Ash was focused on catching Fletchling to add to his team (on account of being fast) while Froakie wanted to beat it up for making Bonnie upset, and this is right after the last ep where Froakie chose Ash because of both of them being of the same mind in helping Pokemon and stopping bad guys. Ngl early eps do set up pretty well the whole 'aura/connection' thing that Greninja will eventually grow into - he derives his power through strong emotions. Most of the time the Bond is activated through their shared excitement in battle, and they tend to lose it because of some disconnect that they experience afterwards. Back to XYZ EP28 'Seeing the Forest for the Trees!', when they finally manage to break off the bond without any strain (after how many eps....), it is due to the relief of a job well done. Just,, look at this!!

Now that I think about it, XYZ EP25 'Championing a Research Battle!' is also a nice place to see a bit more Greninja imo. When they get into the transformation after a successful hit on Diantha's Gardevoir (a rare sight, considering it's a speedy one) (also, interesting moment to lock in), Ash tends to shout out 'stronger!' or some variation after every so moves. Greninja is also a lot more evocative through his movements, or at least it seems so to me, and he's very hands-on in-your-face with the battle, with many attacks coming after him closing the gap while running forward most of the time. A interesting part that I noted was this observation by Clemont in regards to Greninja and Gardevoir:

It's not just me, Greninja is actively more agressive with his moves during the Bond Phenomenon, or at least here in this situation, faced up against a Champion's Ace. Right after this Ash calls Greninja to go 'faster, faster!' and then Greninja lauches himself forward again, with the graph looking tighter and tighter (I wish I could gif it but it's so transparent lol). Even Clemont is surprised! It's the fact that looking at the graph and the actual battle itself, all those commands Ash keeps calling out (to go faster, to be stronger, more, more) is something that Greninja also echoes at the same time. Greninja also believes this and so reflects this change as the battle rages on.

It goes to the point beyond them summoning a massive Water Shuriken, it goes beyond managing to slam through a Mega Gardevoir's Shadow Ball, it even goes beyond the wavelengths as well...

Those wavelengths look like two seconds away from just being a straight line imo. And that begs the question, if them being 'more' means merging more and more to the point where each wave is barely indistinguishable from the other, then what does that leave them? Does that mean that Ash and Greninja as we know it will cease to be seperate entities in every sense of the word? Will they truly become one?

I guess this is all to say, I feel like Greninja never really let go of that pride that he had since he was a Froakie - he truly measures himself by his strength and the results that brings him (and others too). While a bit more pragmatic about than Ash (usually), he still feels losses just as keenly as him and tends to stew in them to his detriment. He also lusts for power too, being just as eager to tap into that potential as Ash; not just for the sake of it, but in the service of others such as helping others in need (or at least it used to, until they both got lost in the greed and the rush in the Snowbelle arc). Greninja probably assumes he's the one with the biggest slice of the burden regarding the transformation because he is the one with the potential in the first place, but in the end it is a bond. It goes both ways. And it will take a lot for these two to realise that.

Maybe therein lies the journey, to learn how to share responsibility.

[scatterbrainedbot]

whelp. i zoned out in the shower and created a whole fucking dramatic origin story of the Rat Sons.

guess i will be making this au then.

[maggotmouth]

──   (  zendaya. twenty-three. cis-woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen PIPER ADEYEMI anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of ancient gregorian chants performed by benedictine monks. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a SENIOR studying HISTORICAL LINGUISTICS, MYTHOLOGY AND OCCULT STUDIES? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re INTENSE, MAGNETIC, and a AQUARIUS. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CONDUCT FUNERARY RITES FOR A DEAD PET WITH ANCIENT VIKING RITUALS last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, CLANDESTINE AND TENACIOUS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by franklin & brown antiques, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by  nora.  29.  gmt. [ a humble pinterest. ] [ playlist. ]

full name — pipeloluwa adeyemi nickname(s) — piper (pip to her grandparents) place of birth — new orleans, louisiana date of birth & age — february 9 & twenty-four gender / pronouns — cis woman & she/her major — historical linguistics & mythology. minoring in occult studies university — langston, upstate new york languages — fluently: english, yoruba, french; reading only: latin, old norse, middle english, akkadian (sort of) and currently learning british sign language. astrology — aquarius sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising residence — lavender, suite one, castle fell.

interests — taxidermy (ethically sourced only), death rituals from different cultures (egyptian mummification, victorian post-mortem photography, medieval bone chapels, yoruba ancestral veneration), ancient manuscripts that feel like they’ve been fondled by hundreds of now-dead hands, new orleans cemeteries, trade unions and collective bargaining power, wild swimming, weird museums like the hunterian where they keep bits of dead humans in jars, the ten minutes at the end of a yoga session where you get to just lie on the ground, translating things just to see if they sound better in another language, solitary nighttime walks through the woods, spending all day looking at weird shit in franklin and browns antiques, midnight swims, japanese industrial music, domesticating subway rats, intense philosophical debates at a house party, running at 5am before the rest of the world wakes up, drinking black coffee from delicate little teacups, dressing like haute couture interpretation of archaeologist, teddies with their eyes falling out, the smell of her grandmother’s kitchen and the recipe books with handwritten addendums in she keeps there. 

aversions — bright led lights, love island, reality tv generally, people who take selfies at historical sites, being asked what job she’s planning on doing with her degree, receiving a text rather than a handwritten letter embossed with a wax seal, cheap tacky halloween décor and poorly executed costumes, zoom calls, anyone who doesn't believe in ghosts, people who touch things in museums that should not be touched, small talk about the weather when you could be discussing death rites, holes in socks.

notable features — dresses with the eccentric elegance of someone who found an old trunk full of forgotten heirlooms in someone’s attic at an estate sale and decided to make it her entire personality. an incredible poker face, especially when playing competitive games. doesn’t always fully explain herself, n speaks in riddles sometimes just to mess with people (if you didn’t understand it then you weren’t meant to). claiming that ‘the gods are angry’ but never specifying which gods.

quirks — soldering. she’s currently learning to make her own jewellery out of silver, and often gives her friends rings made out of the handle of a spoon, or finds a cool stone and then makes a delicate little cage to go around it. always carries a worn leather journal around with her, and an antique fountain pen that writes in emerald ink. collects grave rubbings from old cemeteries to stop their names from being eroded. leaves secret notes for her friends in their coat pockets or under their pillows that nobody ever seems to see her actually distribute. owns multiple preserved animal skulls, a set of human teeth, and a victorian mourning brooch with real hair inside.

general disposition — guarded and kinda hard to read, unconventional, quietly magnetic, intense but selectively warm, deeply private yet somehow well-connected, sometimes in that weird adrenaline-induced state that comes from a lack of sleep.

character study — lottie matthews (yellowjackets), camilla macaulay (the secret history), katrina van tassel (sleepy hollow) the lyrics of florence welch, david lynch’s filmography, morticia addams, susie bannion (2018 suspiria), marianne (normal people), blue sergeant (the raven cycle) virginia woolf but if she had a substack, the magnetic but kind of eccentric older sister in a gothic novel who disappears mysteriously in chapter three n the protagonist spends the rest of the novel trying to work out what happened to them, weird girl (frankenweenie), allison reynolds (the breakfast club), ginger (gingersnaps), samantha (bunny by mona atwad), oregon (fresh meat)

history.

grew up in the garden district in new orleans in a pre-war townhouse rental with a rotating cast of artists, grad students, and an ageing tortoiseshell cat named bobbin. piper’s the only child of two professors at tulane. her dad is a professor specialising in african diaspora studies and nigerian languages and her mum’s an architect, so words, language and history have always been incredibly important to her. 

the house she grew up in had a whole library room. they were always hosting various academics guest lecturing from other unis so she was always surrounded by culture and literature and academia.

as a kid, she could recite yoruba proverbs before she fully understood them, and although her parents were both born in the states, they’ve always been determined to keep her dad’s heritage as part of her identity. equally, she wld often point out different architectural styles while cycling through the quarter and tidbits of info gobbled up from her mum over the years.

was always a very weird kid who spoke with a wisdom well beyond her years due to mostly socialising with university professors and academics and anthropologists and not really having any friends her own age. being a student at langston is kinda the first time in her life she’s felt like she fitted in with people her own age and could connect with them.

dinner conversation ranged from pre-colonial west africa to how vowel shifts reveal cultural migration patterns n she used to just sit there totally enamoured by her parents. really values intelligence in people and wants to surround herself by curious ppl.

unlike her parents who saw history as a purely academic pursuit, piper saw it as something alive and constantly being rewritten and got really into spending hours on wikipedia learning everything about the fall of the berlin wall or the cult of personality in stalin’s rise to leadership. i wld say she’s incredibly knowledgeable about stuff and is often making wild references to periods in history and philosophy texts but that wld involve me doin loads of research and im employed so i cant do tht you’ll just have to imagine it<3

was a pleasure to have in class in ever sense of the word. quiet, tenacious, well-mannered. their only ever criticism was that she should maybe raise her hand more. didn’t really have a large circle of friends at all and everyone kind of viewed her as this clever freak, kinda like marianne in normal people, so going to langston was probably the first time she felt like she had friends who actually got her and what she was about and had similar interests. before langston, most of her friends were academic pals of her parents or local retirees she befriended in public parks.

she first got into learning other languages for fun because she wanted to read beowulf in the old english n from there it just kinda spiralled.….. developed an all-consuming crush on a french girl from in her history class who she thought was just so so smart and literally spent months learning french so she could ask her out in french without anyone knowing. tragically, she turned out to be straight. piper never forgave her for it tbh, but at least she can speak french now.

wasn’t a hundred percent on what she wanted to study or where for ages after graduating high school. originally had a place to study linguistics at columbia but turned it down last minute cos she wasn’t sure it was right for her. 

spent a year working in the university library at tulane, and then worked in the new orleans pharmacy museum for a bit which she tried to unionize several times to no avail. eventually got a job at the museum of death, six months before she was due to start her degree at langston, which was like the jackpot for her honestly. she nearly didn’t leave to go to uni because she loved it so bad but she also doesn’t just wanna work front of house forever and would maybe like to do some lecturing and write papers on the occult and ancient languages, and is hoping that by the time she’s finished her degree she’ll be in a better position to negotiate a different role, maybe even in the curatorial team. still helps out on front of house in the summers when she’s off school.

decided on langston instead. the course in historical languages and mythology and option to minor in occult studies just felt totally up her street

still isn’t sure what she’s going to do with her incredibly expensive historical languages, mythology and occult studies degree and absolutely hates being asked about it, but really wants to either go into academia and teach at a uni herself (even tho it feels like a cop out as that’s what her dad does) or to work freelance as a curator for exhibitions and maybe do some translating work on the side.

context / fun facts.

not a mobile phone girlie AT ALL but has a four year duolingo streak (french and latin).

believes certain objects carry ‘energy’ and will tell you when the energy feels off, even if it’s just a “these vibes are whack” kinda deal.

once convinced a professor to let her write an entire thesis in an extinct language n got full marks.

most of her friends back home in new orleans are over fifty and friends of her parents, or just literally retired ppl she met in parks. doesn’t really have any pals her own age apart from danger bob (nickname he refers to himself by) a fellow museum attendant who invited her along to his dungeons and dragons campaign.

when her goldfish died she buried it with egyptian funerary rites, complete with tiny canopic jars. takes death very seriously.

lies about being well-off in an attempt to seem more down to earth. has previously told ppl she got into langston on a scholarship which… its just not true. kind of cosplaying as working class a bit.

hoards candles and incense and always burns sage after an argument. has so many little rituals and piperisms. carries salt in her back pocket to ward off bad spirits. wld roll her eyes if u asked her abt it like ya old wives tale blah blah but still kinda believes it. sleeps w a dagger under her pillow..... always be prepared....

fashion incredibly important to her even tho her dress sense is like.... child chorus from oliver the musical meets videogame set in a sustainable fashion-forward dystopia. loves wearing big genderless clothes. tweed blazers and suits feature heavily, all of which r covered in pin badges and ribbons and lace trims. has loads of sets of gloves n usually has gloves on her person if not wearing them bcos can be quite weird around the textures of certain things. fingers are always full of big chunky rings with crystals and birth stones in them over the top of little lace gloves.

growing her hair long enough to be used as a rope to one day get her out of prison where she is a political prisoner for speaking her truth. malala and greta thunberg are two of her heroes. usually her hair is in long plaits tied with lots and lots of ribbons.

wears multiple watches all set to different time zones. won't be taking questions on this.

known to figure out people's big three within moments of speaking to them.

has befriended half the elderly population of upstate new york while at langston because she finds their stories more interesting than those of her peers (weird n offputting she/theys excluded……)

currently writing a poetry collection for one of her mythology modules and every poem in the collection gives a voice to a previously silenced figure in greek mythology e.g. daphne that girl who was turned into a tree bcos she didnt want to have sex w zeus or whatever it was idk.

piper herself also gives wood nymth from yesteryear transposed into the body of a gen z desperately trying to blend in and pretend she knows what a tiktok is despite the fact that she has never and will never own a tiktok

terrible at responding to texts but will send you a six-minute voice note while parading the halls at 3am. an insomniac, truly. nightly engaging in sleepwalking activities akin to lady macbeth…… hope she can find a simpy king to manipulate<3 (wanted connect maybe.......)

has the most interesting bookshelf you’ve ever seen—filled with occult texts, ancient poetry, and an alarming amount of taxidermy manuals. keen observer of kieran’s rituals lets go taxidermy icons.

cares a lot about ethics and what's right and wrong and but isn't very good at understanding feelings or having a lot of empathy sometimes. also not very good at naming what exactly it is she's feeling, and tends to oscillate between feeling quite stable (if slightly dissociated) and then jst feeling everything everywhere all at once and not rlly knowing how to deal with it and in those circumstances she usually has to go for a mental health walk or will literally jst strip off like a byronic hero in an austen novel n jump into a body of water.....

terrible at putting herself out there romantically tbh (yes this is a challenge - rise to it. give me a romantic subplot i dare u). doesn’t really centralize romantic relationships and is more interested in her connection to the earth and spirituality.

every now and then she’ll get completely fucking obsessed and infatuated with someone (tends to have only a few key people in her life ever and can sometimes attach on to certain people like This Is My Person - percy is def one of them for her) but her way of flirting is to just stare neurodivergently.

can’t deal w loud noises or bright lights well. incredibly sensitive to changes in her environment. always has sunglasses and earplugs in her pocket.

the only exception to this is when she purposefully elects to engage in an environment which is loud. for example, piper primarily listens to folk music in other languages and choral chanting music, but not many ppl know this but piper is also very into techno, house music, japanese industrial music. she’s drawn primarily to those genres (as well as scandinavian music, folk music in other languages) because either there aren’t any words, or she can’t understand them well enough to cling onto. she wants music to be a place where she is free from thoughts not connecting to some sad as fuck line phoebe bridgers says about waiting for the next time someone wants her like a dog with a bird at their door. she doesn’t want to be crying at the club.

has gotten into berghain (famous techno club in berlin thats notoriously difficult to get into) 3 times but doesn’t talk about it really

loves the queer club scene even if she spends the majority of it sober dancing on her own. she’s literally there for the music, not to get laid or get drunk or get fucked up. occasionally she might partake in those things but it’s the music she’s there for. 

more here soon……….

wanted plots.

had an on-again off-again relationship w a horrible fuckboy (cld be any gender. im picturing a man in my head bc men aint shit bt cld be anyone) in her first year of uni. they were her first kiss, first relationship, n she def put them on a pedestal. was kind of infatuated w them tbh and i think they maybe abused that a lil. the first time she felt religious devotion for a peer. wld loved to see this personally and see how she behaves around someone who she’s let in past her 6 armoured layers of protection (n they r probs also the reason her walls are up again!)

people who feel like a rock in a river and her brain is the current running through the river and the rocks are just there to slow down the thoughts and remind her to just exist and be. people who ground her. quite literally her rocks. cld be ppl she shares academic ideas with or ppl she legitimately goes down to the lake to swim with (im assuming there is a lake. otherwise where is piper doing her nightly wild swim?? its a ritual)

people who do the opposite and make her kinda stressed out and rabid in a way that pushes and challenges her. maybe she met them in the queer club scene in NY. maybe they’re someone on a similar course to her but from palladian and she literally cant wrap her head around the way they run the course here or maybe they’re academic rivals and they were both like. The Guru who everybody asked questions about the reading to at their college and are now kinda competing for that spot

ppl who challenge her generally. someone she has a really petty silly rivaly with bcos of somthn stupid like they always take out the library books she wants right before she wants them n maybe they know it and are fuckin toyin with her at this point. bonus points if its a genuinely fiendish endeavour. maybe if they're a languages student they prev studied and tulane or took a summer school their n her dad failed one of their papers. maybe they dont even study languages n r just doing it to fuck w her. maybe its a kink thing. maybe they asked her out n she said no so now they're tryin to make her academics fail. world? our oyster.

someone from the languages department who’s got an interest in african languages and maybe read some of her dad’s papers. she wld avoid them like the plague because she doesnt want accusations of nepotism

soft, slow, beautiful, attentive friendships that bring her out of her shell

someone to swordfight with. someone to wake the dead with. someone to chant to the gods of old and read out little poems in their original language like they’re the dead poets society striking their chests and reading out henry david thoreau in a cave

my bread and butter is angst. i love skinny love plots i love doomed by the narrative i love academic rivals who want to kill each other with sharp sticks i love enemies to lovers i love lovers to enemies i love ppl who hate each other so bad but cannot escape being tied to each other forever i love friends who drift apart and cant find a way to still be friends despite their efforts i love unequal power dynamics when someone cares about a friendship or relationship so much more than the other that its eating them alive i love all of the things that are left unsaid in relationships where ppl are so so fond of each other but unwilling or unable to be vulnerable, so i wont lie if u give me something angst i’d love it… we can flesh out what that is together.

anything else out pretty minds can come up w<3

[saturnniidae]

I'm in such a big fantasy mood rn and the hijack brainrot is bad I'm beyond help I fear