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gaylordscooter · 5 months ago

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Moving in

“lemme get this straight, you already know what we’ve done, haven't you? i read your little journal.”

Blue shifted on his bed, trying to keep eye contact with Sans. “Well, yeah, but I wasn't writing about you three specifically.”

Sans looked disgusted but it wasn't at Blue. “there were others before us.”

Blue couldn't hide the guilt on his face.

“and you don't know where they are anymore. you wanted to help them too, huh?”

He really did. He was just too weak and scared back then, but now he's gotten used to talking to murderers. After all, one of his best friends is one.

It's important not to narrow them down to just that. Of course the idea initially sounds weird. Why would you ever want to show compassion to these guys? Blue formed an answer for that a long time ago.

When their story is scripted, was it really their fault?

He supposed offering a question as an answer wasn't the best thing, but his personal answer to that was “no”. At least, depending on how they act once they're out of their universe. As far as he's concerned, these three haven't caused any significant trouble after they’ve left their universes.

He didn't need all these justifications anyway. Personally, he didn't really care what they’ve done. He's here to help, that's what he does.

“i’m gonna pass on your offer,” he said. “besides, if you plan on helping dusk ‘n killer, you're gonna need your full attention on ‘em. i got papyrus, they got…each other, i guess, but that's doing more harm than good at the moment.” He grimaced.

“Right, okay,” Blue nodded. Sans’s reasoning was sound. He did have a support system opposed to the other two, and monitoring all three of them would probably be too much.

“y’know you might die trying to help them, right?” His tone sounded neutral, as if he was just stating a fact rather than trying to deter him.

“Well, yeah.” Everything he did came with a chance of death. It's a part of having only one HP.

But given everything he has survived, which included his universe literally shattering, he's stopped caring about those chances long ago.

“that's not gonna stop you at all?”

“I wouldn't be here right now if it would—OH SHIT!”

Sans flinched at the sudden increase in volume. “what?!”

Blue’s eyelights shrunk and he stood up from the bed. “Your eye!” he yelled as if that explained anything.

“what about my eye?”

“The other one. Your magic eye, doesn't that keep you alive?” Blue asked.

Sans was taken aback. He hasn't thought about that in a long while. For this guy to know about it…Just how much did this guy know?

And how did he get that information?

Sans decided to look at him like he was crazy rather than responding, which immediately made Blue look nervous.

“...is that not right?”

He sounded like a kid who got a question wrong on a test. As innocent as that sounded on paper, he didn't appreciate that the question in this instance was regarding a personal fact about himself. A personal fact not even Papyrus knew.

“alright,” he adjusted his posture on the stool to lean closer to him, “how do you know all this stuff about us?”

Just like he wanted, the gesture seemed to intimidate him. He sat up straight on his bed, but he didn't lean back as if showing weakness would make him lunge at the other.

Blue tugged on his scarf. “Okay, I know it sounds suspicious, but a friend of mine told me all about you guys.”

He narrowed his sockets, “a friend?”

“Oof, okay, you want the full explanation?”

The look on Sans’s face was enough to usher him to continue.

Blue sighed. “So the friend I’m talking about is Ink, you've seen him a few times.” He lowered his voice as he continued. “he kinda doesn't like me talking about him to other people, but you are entitled to a proper explanation. he kinda knows everything about the multiverse and sometimes he tells me about it.”

The whole thing sounded like complete bullshit, but with how Blue’s been acting this entire time he felt inclined to believe it. How else would he know? Stalking them? He isn't even from the same universe as them.

With that being said.

“and how the hell does ink get all this information?”

Blue cleared his throat, “uhhh. i’m not actually sure. he just kinda. Knows. Automatically. i can point at someone and he’ll be able to identify their universe and backstory immediately.”

It felt like there was something Blue wasn't telling him with how vague he was being. Internally he took note of how he used the word “backstory” to describe one's past. As if he were talking about people like they were characters.

Sans didn't think anyone should have as much knowledge as Ink. Bad things can come out of someone knowing all of the answers.

They might start digging for more mysteries, consequences be damned, just to satiate their curiosity.

But Blue’s concerns right now were elsewhere.

“So anyway, about your eye. An entity called Error destroyed your universe and displaced everyone to The Hub. So everything left, including your eye, is probably in his labyrinth right now.”

He proceeded to ramble on about “Error” and the labyrinth that resided in a place called the antivoid.

What Sans understood was that his eye was in a near-inaccessible place and could be destroyed the longer it stayed there. So really it isn't any different from it being in the queen’s possession.

Despite Blue’s long explanation that hardly anyone has been able to get something out of the labyrinth unscathed, he insisted he was going to get his eye out from that place. By himself.

Sans was not gonna let this guy just recklessly risk his life like that just to save his own.

“It's fine! I've been there before. I’m sure I can get it back safely with the right planning,” he insisted.

“because your plan to rescue that skeleton from that freak went so smoothly,” he retorted.

“sending you three wasn't my plan.”

“sending that army of whatever those things were was your plan, though.”

“They're called Blueberries and that wasn't my initial plan either!” Blue crossed his arms, “besides, it did get everyone out relatively safely even though I hardly had time to think of it.”

Those “blueberries” were a good distraction, he’ll give him that, but he still wasn't sure this guy would be able to pull off retrieving his eye from what was essentially described as a multiversal garbage dump—plan or not.

“hang on, why doesn't ink just get it instead? isn't he a lot more capable?”

Blue looked at him like he told him pigs could fly. “No,” he answered succinctly. “Anyway, I’ll probably get it back in a week. It shouldn't be destroyed by then.”

The “probably” and “shouldn't” was real comforting.

He went on to change the subject as if the topic at hand was casual small talk.

“So you wanted to move into a house with just you and your brother, right?”

After they had that talk he sent Dusk over to Blue. He was curious how his conversation would go with him, considering Dusk hardly talked. The only person he consistently spoke to at this point was Killer.

To be fair the only other people he could talk to was him and Nightmare. Of course he wasn't going to talk to Nightmare and he could just sign whenever he was with Sans. Maybe things will be different with more people around.

Yeah right.

Speaking of Killer, he was out like a light at the moment. Even after he ate and was healed by Dusk, he still felt sleepy enough to take a nap. He didn't know how exactly those flowers from Fresh worked, but he assumed they could leech off of a monster’s magic, which is why it would knock out a monster like Killer—he was used to having a lot of magic in his system. Suddenly losing a lot wasn't exactly fatal for him but it confuses the body.

Or something like that, he wasn't a biologist.

Dusk was pretty loopy too after their first encounter with Fresh, but he was loopy all the time so it was hard to tell there was a difference.

Those two…he wouldn't have guessed they'd end up the way they were now. From day one those two seemed to loathe each other. Every day he wondered if one of them would finally kill the other. The fights they had would tear up parts of the forest. He watched them, at first out of some sick curiosity, but later on it was to call an end to the fight whenever they got too carried away.

But then there was that night where Nightmare gave them a blunt, probably curious to see how it would go down.

Well, he sure hoped sparking a relationship between those two was what he wanted.

Even without the weed affecting him, that night was a trip. Two murderous self-loathing alternate versions of himself clinking teeth couldn't be topped by any hallucination.

Killer stirred, finally waking up. He was still incredibly groggy. He explained to him that they were talking to Blue to sort out their living situations.

Dusk came in through the hallway shortly after, acting fairly cold towards Killer as if he wasn't watching over him and waiting for him to wake up moments ago.

Sans had a hunch he talked about Killer with Blue.

The hunch turned out to be right as he had a little chat with Dusk. They were going to live apart. That was good. Spending some time apart could make them less clingy to each other.

But the conversation between the two proved that being apart was gonna be harder than Dusk thought it would be. He retreated to the hallway where Blue apparently was standing too.

He was either eavesdropping or was on his way to the living room before he heard the arguing start.

He was generous enough to think it was the latter.

Blue looked back to his room, probably debating whether or not to go back.

And then they heard Dusk shout that he loves Killer. The two winced. Sans even heard Blue shout-whisper a “WHY would he say that now?”

Too stunned to even move, the conversation was over before they knew it.

The silence was incredibly loud.

Blue gave Sans an uncertain look, straightened himself out, and finally walked down the hall.

Despite the silent tension between Killer and Dusk, Blue managed to act like everything was normal.

Even though he was the only one that was talking at this point.

Moments later, Ink dropped by to take them to the Hub. Sans spared a glare at him, which he did not miss. He said nothing, but childishly stuck his tongue out at him. Which was a thing some skeletons apparently had.

They dropped off Killer first. Sans grabbed him by his sleeve to lead him over to his room. He looked completely empty as he clung onto Dusk in a last-ditch effort to keep him here.

It was weird seeing the normally chatty skeleton look so dead.

Was this really the same monster that called his relationship with Dusk an “inside joke”?

He couldn't help but feel a little worried about him being alone.

Next, Blue took him and Dusk to their new homes. He had no idea how they were built so quickly—at least it seemed like it was newly built, he swore those houses weren't standing there before.

Their houses were right next to each other and were only about a block away from the hotel Killer was staying at. It was convenient, if those two wanted to keep in touch.

“cya around,” he told Dusk.

Dusk gave him a thumbs up in response as they parted ways.

When he entered his new home, he was surprised to see that Papyrus had already started settling in.

There were many open boxes on the carpet of the entry room, all but one empty.

“sup, bro.”

Papyrus looked so giddy with joy, it was nice to see him like this again. He paused his unpacking to waltz over to Sans. “SANS, ISN’T IT AMAZING? OUR VERY OWN HOUSE WITH POWER! THIS ISN’T HOW I EXPECTED OUR LIVES TO GO, BUT, I’M GLAD EVERYTHING TURNED OUT FINE.”

“yeah.” It was intimidating, how “normal” their life has suddenly become.

All the unspoken words and secrets clung to his back. He never planned on telling Papyrus, or anyone, about what he's done. There wasn't any reason to, not when they were just trying to survive.

But now, now he felt the sense that he was obligated to.

Even though the blood stains were washed off his bones and teeth, they were still crooked, and his eye sockets had sunken in ways only Sans’s should.

Granted, people wouldn't know that was because he ate human meat, but they'd still know he'd gone through a rough time.

He was so happy right now. There was no need to tell him right now. There's no rush.

He thought back to that encounter with a different Papyrus back at Nightmare's place.

“You hid what happened from your brother didn't you?”

He read him like a book, and it wasn't even his Papyrus. Would that mean Papyrus knew he was hiding something?

Back then he was too distracted by the fact he told everyone to start eating humans to even question anything about his injury.

He thought about how his eye was currently at even more risk than it initially was. He didn't really feel scared or worried about dying. A part of him might even accept it.

But if that's the case, why did he fight so hard to survive?

Why didn't he just give up back then? His life wasn't worth all the shit he's put everyone through.

Of course back then, all he thought about was the betrayal. He was blinded by his anger.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT, SANS?” Papyrus asked.

Sans didn't realize he was just standing there and glaring at nothing for a little while. He relaxed his face. “yeah, it's just, surreal that we're here right now.”

“HONESTLY I DIDN’T EXPECT TO BE IN A BRAND NEW AREA WITH A BRAND NEW HOUSE EITHER. IT’S PRETTY WEIRD!”

Something about the cadence of Papyrus’s voice was off when he said that. He looked happy, sure, but something about the sound of his voice felt forced.

“what about you?”

Papyrus closed his mouth and looked at him as if he didn't hear. While his hearing was pretty bad at this point, which is part of the reason he learned sign language, in a silent room like this he knew he definitely heard his question.

Still, he repeated his question, “how are you doing?”

Papyrus's happy demeanor cracked as he lowered his smile. “I’M NOT QUITE SURE…WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT QUESTION. OF COURSE I’M DOING GREAT!” His smile returned but it felt fake.

“uh—”

“WE HAVE POWER, A COMFORTABLE HOME, WE’RE TOGETHER AGAIN AFTER YOU MYSTERIOUSLY WENT MISSING FOR A WHOLE YEAR. WHAT’S NOT TO BE HAPPY ABOUT?”

There was something in the tone of his voice that Sans had a hard time pinning down at first and then Papyrus continued.

“EVERYONE WHO SURVIVED IS SAFE NOW. WE HAVE FOOD THAT ISN’T HUMAN MEAT. AND THERE’S NEW FACES TO MEET!”

Papyrus leveled with Sans, kneeling down and grabbing his shoulders.

Sans swore his tired eye sockets looked at him with desperation. Desperation to just, go back to normal. To go back to being The Great Papyrus.

The Great Papyrus that didn't hunt any humans for food, that didn't get unnerved by his brother, that didn't get scared of Undyne.

The Great Papyrus that had hope for the future.

No, he still had hope. It was just. Hard. To hold onto it.

Especially when it felt more like denial at this point.

“Are you sure you're alright, Sans?” Papyrus asked, quieter this time.

He looked closer at Papyrus’s face. No, he imagined all that desperation. That smile wasn't plastic, it was real. Papyrus was doing fine—maybe not “great” like he said but that desperation to go back to normal wasn't Papyrus’s.

Sans sighed, “i’m getting there.”

Papyrus frowned. “Why do you do that?”

He blinked, “do what?”

“Ever since you've gotten back you act WEIRD when someone says your name.”

He does? “huh?”

“YEAH, AT FIRST YOU DIDN’T REALLY RESPOND AT ALL TO IT, BUT NOW YOU FLINCH.”

He knew he was pretty unresponsive at first whenever someone called his name. For a whole year he was referred to as “Horror”. He had to get used to being called Sans again, but he didn't realize he flinched now. Does he do that when Killer calls him Sans too? Does he notice?

The thought made him sick. Was he really so used to that demeaning name Nightmare gave him that he reacted weirdly to his real name?

His name is not Horror.

get that through your skull. that should be easy considering the hole in it.

He hasn't told Papyrus or the others much about where he's been for the past year. He didn't feel ready to. Then again, he never felt ready to explain anything.

Some things don't change.

Papyrus sighed, taking his silence as reluctance to answer. “WELL I’M GOING TO SET UP YOUR ROOM NOW. SOME OF YOUR STUFF IS STILL AT THE OTHER HOUSE. GO TALK TO TORIEL SHE HAS YOUR STUFF PACKED.”

“oh, uh. alright.” He said a quick bye as Papyrus turned around, picked up a box and went over to where his room apparently was. Only one floor in this house, that's gonna be weird to get used to.

Nightmare's castle was also weird to get used to, but like hell would he call that place a home.

Welp, he should go get his things now.

He left the house. He spared a glance at Dusk’s new house. It looked smaller than his. Maybe there were fewer rooms since only he lived there.

He could see that the lights were off through the windows. Maybe he was sleeping, or out.

He made his way over to the house Toriel was staying at.

When he first arrived there, it felt like everything went back to normal immediately. It was almost like he didn't leave at all, but that was a temporary front. They can't just ignore his disappearance and everything that happened in between.

Even though Sans wanted to.

As he walked over to the house, he noticed two monsters standing on the doorstep from a distance. As he got closer, he recognized the two as alternate versions of him and Papyrus.

They were holding baskets of vegetables. That, along with their clothing and hats, gave off the impression they were farmers.

He felt awkward as he walked up behind them and interrupted whatever this was.

Thankfully it was Toriel they were talking to and she noticed him immediately. “Greetings, Sans! You are here to pick up the rest of your things, I presume?”

“yup,” he said. He couldn't help but eye the two skeletons here.

They turned around to look at him the moment Toriel acknowledged him. He wasn't wearing a hat right now so his head injury was on clear display for them to gawk at. To their credit, they managed to keep their expressions the same, but he knew they were probably wincing internally.

“Oh, you have not met these two yet! They are the local farmers, they hand out baskets of their produce every week.”

Right after she said that, the shorter skeleton handed her the basket he was holding. “yup, and they're cultivated by yours truly,” he said.

The taller skeleton scoffed, “HARDLY! ALL YOU DO IS SIT OR STAND BY THE CROPS AND JUST WATCH THEM GROW.”

“i scare the crows away.”

“THERE AREN’T EVEN ANY CROWS THAT LIVE THERE!” he countered.

The shorter skeleton’s sockets curled up in amusement. “i’m doing a really good job then.”

His brother shouted a protest that he shrugged off, and then his eyelights were back on Sans. “anyway, the name’s sans, but you can just call me ‘suman’ to avoid confusion. and you can call the tall one ‘pompano’.”

“STOP TELLING PEOPLE TO CALL ME A TYPE OF FISH!”

“but it's your favorite fish.”

“Pompano” frowned and rolled his eye sockets. “THAT ISN’T EVEN TRUE. YOU JUST CHOSE THAT WORD BECAUSE IT STARTS WITH A ‘P’ AND HAS THE SAME AMOUNT OF SYLLABLES AS ‘PAPYRUS’.”

“oh yeah.” Suman paused for a moment. “so, you’ll probably be seeing us around from time to time today. we got a lotta deliveries to make.”

“OF COURSE, YOUR HOUSE IS INCLUDED TOO!” Pompano piped. He gave him a smile before he turned to his brother. “THAT’S ENOUGH DAWDLING FOR NOW. I WOULD LIKE TO BE HOME BEFORE THE SUN SETS BACK AT OUR PLACE. THE CHICKENS NEED THEIR BEDTIME STORY!”

“right, the chickens.”

“YES!”

“what about the cows, sheep, ducks—”

“OH THEY’LL BE FINE!”

“i’m just sensing some favoritism here.”

“PREPOSTEROUS.” Pompano already started walking away from the house.

Suman gave a quick wave to Toriel and Sans before following after him.

Toriel giggled as the two skeletons continued their banter in the distance. Then she looked back at Sans. “I apologize for the delay. I shall get the rest of your things now.” She turned around and walked back into her house.

Sans couldn't help but feel affected by seeing those two skeletons. He thought he was used to seeing alternate versions of himself and others by now but those two…they reminded him of how he used to be. How he and Papyrus used to be.

The teasing remarks. The light banter. The happiness they brought each other.

Of course Papyrus still brought him happiness, that was a given, but.

He doubted he made Papyrus happy.

Toriel returned a moment later, box in hand. She handed it over to him. “Your brother has already moved most of your stuff in, this should be the rest of it.”

The box was pretty small and light. What it held, he had no idea. Honestly, he was surprised he even had enough stuff for there to be box-fulls of it, and all of it was stuff Papyrus brought.

And they moved before Papyrus knew he was alive.

At this point he wouldn't be surprised if guilt killed him before his eye was destroyed.

He bid Toriel farewell and went back home. Again, he spared a glance to Dusk’s place before going to his house. The lights were still off but a basket of vegetables was left by the front door.

He sighed and entered his new house.

He saw Papyrus in the kitchen, stocking the fridge with vegetables. Those farmer brothers were fast, he didn't even see them walking away from the house.

“hey bro. got my stuff.”

He moved his head out of the fridge to look at him with a smile. “WONDERFUL! YOU CAN FINISH UP UNPACKING AND WE’LL FINALLY BE SETTLED IN.”

“sure thing.” He walked over to the living room where the doors to their rooms were located. Thankfully, Papyrus already had his “PAPYRUS ALLOWED” sign hung on his door so it was easy to figure out which room was his.

He entered his room. It was weird to think of it as his room when it looked so different from his old one (and the one at Nightmare's castle). The walls, like the rest of the house, were a light yellow, while the ground was composed of wooden floorboards.

There was a bed situated in one of the corners of the room. A proper bed for once, not just some mattress on the ground. The sheets and pillow case were a light green. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if the room was just a plain white or beige. Maybe he’d prefer it, even, because it felt like the room itself was a “be happy” sign.

Or maybe he just wasn't used to a room looking so…homey.

He set the box down on a chair and opened it. He didn't know what would be in here, but he didn't expect it to be stuff from his lab. Immediately he reached out to the first thing he saw, his photo album.

Geez, he hasn't seen this in a long time. He lost the key to the lab awhile ago—he lost the key. How did they get this?!

Waving away the nostalgia the album gave him, he set it down and rushed out of his room.

The second he spotted Papyrus he spat out his question.

“papyrus, how did you get the stuff from the lab? we lost the key ages ago.”

Papyrus closed the fridge and turned around. “YOU DIDN’T LOSE THE KEY, YOU GAVE IT TO THE HUMAN.”

“human? which—why would i give it to a human?”

He scoffed, “WHEN YOU PRANKED THEM, REMEMBER? YOU HAD SECRET CODEWORDS AND EVERYTHING.”

Sans’s mind was drawing a blank. It took a few to realize which human he was even talking about. The one that killed Asgore and a lot of other monsters. The anomaly. That human.

The only reason he remembered them now was because Dusk mentioned them from time to time. It was funny. They used to be a huge problem in his life but now he could hardly remember what they looked like.

“how’d you get it back, then? they never came back.”

“WELL, INTERESTING STORY, ACTUALLY—”

“no way.” He was already narrowing his sockets.

“DO NOT MAKE PREMATURE ASSUMPTIONS!” He paused, waiting for him to respond.

He rolled his eye. “okay. i won’t.”

“THE HUMAN SHOWED BACK UP.”

He stared at Papyrus in stunned silence. That didn't make any sense. Why would they come back after that long?

“BUT NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THEY LOOKED THE EXACT SAME?? THEY SHOULD’VE LOOKED DIFFERENT. HUMANS GROW OLDER, RIGHT? AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN STICK AROUND. THEY JUST HANDED ME THE KEY TO THE LAB AND TOOK YOUR PHONE BEFORE DISAPPEARING.”

“took my phone?” Sans’s sockets widened. “....”

Oh god no.

“that asshole can shapeshift?” he muttered under his breath.

He could impersonate people. He could be anyone at any time. How can he be sure he's not someone here?

Is this part of his torment too? Of course they weren't free from him; of course there was a catch. He should've known.

He's not safe here.

“SANS? WHAT’S WRONG?”

Papyrus’s hands were on his shoulders.

“i—” Sans pushed down his instinct to deflect. He sighed, “i need to tell you about where i’ve been this past year.”

#utmv fic #horror sans #killer sans #dust sans #blue(BSsans)#horror papyrus

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eunandonly · 6 months ago

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exhibit a : you

୨୧ ; you and riki, on a date solving murder cases gone cold? that’s going to end in another murder!

pairing! criminaljusticemajor!riki x criminologymajor!reader | wc. 0.9k | warnings: atempted humour, incorrect law and forensic terms, homicide mentions EN-

🖇️ : riki version finally!! sorry it took so long ㅜㅜ

riki has been majoring in criminal justice for some time now

you two never really talked properly, most of your conversations were trivial things like “can i borrow your pencil” or “when does this lecture end”

you never expected your first proper conversation with him to be an argument about who can solve a cold case faster

"of course i can solve it the fastest, what are you talking about, y/n?"

that just pisses you off bc who does he think he is

let's be so fr why is he so full of himself?

you had just been listening in on his conversation about a case study and you couldn't help but jump in

and riki had the audacity to mock you

"you're really going to stick with that theory? it's clearly wrong- come on, even i know that."

you were ready to bash his pretty little face in

bc your theory about the jane doe case is definitely right dafuq.

the time window, the evidence, the interview transcripts... it all fits your narrative

and the more you and riki discuss the case, the more convinced riki is that your theory MIGHT be right

of course he won't admit that though

but when you start talking about livor mortis he can't help but stare at you with hearts in his eyes

like DAMN he loves girls who recite shit like that as if it's the alphabet

one day you're just packing up your bag to leave after a lecture when riki comes over

"hey, you wanna study with me this evening? get some work done on the cold case project?"

riki's tryna be all nonchalant but he's screaming inside PLEASE SAY YES PLEASE SAY YES

you say yes.

you two meet at riki’s dorm room and tbh it’s kinda messy in there

i imagine criminology major riki to have lots of books regarding criminal law and stuff lying about everywhere and js have a lot of stuff in general

like the only place that’s not covered by some book or paper of some sort is the bed because he needs sleep (but he stays up till 5am anyways)

he probably listens to true crime podcasts all night

riki and you start get into your work right away but both of you keep getting carried away bickering

don’t worry it’s just playful banter ☺️

“i said stfu his rigor mortis had only started on the head and neck of the body but livor mortis had fully set- that's just says that someone manipulated the factors”

you’re just sitting on his bed pointing at the case file and trying to prove your point

riki’s smart but dense at the same time

you both have some genuinely concerning conversation starters

“oh yeah so this girl apparently got burned alive on a wooden pole outside a school campus!”

"do you think the car air conditioner will be cold enough to use during the winter when trying to onset rigor mortis of the body?"

"if someone dug up a already dead body murdered by someone else and re-buried it to hide it from the officials, what charges would they get?"

you guys say it so casually too like you're discussing what to have for dinner

you always thought riki was cool and had a little liking for him but working on a project together and really made the feelings more intense

sure he’s an annoying little menace who’s way too stubborn

but he’s smart. and he’s pretty.

you really are going to bash his pretty face in one day.

even when you two are not working on the project you two meet up in each other’s dorm rooms to play games, talk, etc

like you two make plans to meet up at your room to play fortnite (you carry his ass through the game)

oh but he won't admit that

i feel like riki would prefer staying in for these types of activities

you know those little packages of fake crime cases you can buy to investigate and stuff?

that's what you and riki do on friday nights except it's not a fake crime

it's all real

you guys research serial murder cases, disappearances that went cold YEARS ago, heists... the list just goes on and on

yeah but these little dates are probably going to become a homicide case itself

no bc why is riki not shutting up his narrative is so wrong

he ends up confessing to you at the end of the month after both of you submitted the most beautiful thesis on a double homicide case

you got lots of help from riki on the criminal law aspects of it and you helped him with the profiling and forensics part

"no y/n, he would be charged for perverting the course of justice, what are you on?"

“riki, stop being such a dumbass. the offender and the victim had no connection whatsoever.”

riki was so scared to confess to you, he was overthinking for days straight instead of sleeping at night

so for your first date you just have him come over to your dorm and make a murder board with you

not exactly a common first date activity but both of you have fun with red string and evidence so it’s fine

you and riki later on create your own true crime podcast except you're not just talking about the crime

you're both solving them (agggtm anyone?)

i'd like to think that you and riki's podcasts went viral and everyone gushing over you two

you and riki just make a really cute couple

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 1 year ago

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Hello again! LOVE op's posts about static moth so so much they are giving me ungodly amounts of serotonin ... It's genuinely been such a joy reading your interpretations of their relationship and what makes them work the way they do. Even with the limited amount of content we have of them I believe you've nailed their respective personalities and behavior patterns spectacularly and every single post has been extremely interesting to go through and to analyze off of!

Regarding the reasons as to why Valentino likes vox as a romantic partner, I also believe part of it has to do with some of Vox's more stalkerish tendencies as well? His (not yet canon but close) Voyeurism, his constant need for control, etc.

This is more of a head canon than anything else, but I do genuinely believe Valentino enjoys the obsessive attention he can get only from Vox as it does wonders to quell his constant sense of emptiness, his subsequent feelings of abandonment, and the anxieties that follow. The fact that he knows Vox enjoys stalking him, (probably) gets off on it and is actively deriving pleasure from simply watching him go about his day may be adding to the thrill and content as well. The thing is, as generally absurd and problematic it is, this behavior seems to bring a sense of security for both Partys involved: Throughout the show during all 4 episodes that feature Valentino's presence, we have yet to see a single scene with him without at least one camera tracking his movements. They are everywhere. They follow him wherever he goes, Vox can follow him wherever he goes whenever he so chooses, even to Vals own personal quarters. They are a massive, glaring red flag and quite frankly would bring a suffocating amount of pressure and sense of captivity to any other person under the same circumstance. But Val never brings this up, so I feel he either doesn't think he's in a favourable condition to complain, or he likes the idea of Vox always having his eyes on him. For me I think it's the latter, and I think for him to act so nonchalant around vox's cameras and his potentially constant, 24/7-hour surveillance, it has to have offered him some form of comfort. It has to have made him feel good, either about himself, about the state of their relationship, or both.

(apologies for the sloppy wording, hope you have a wonderful day!)

Awww, Anon, you are so sweet! Reading your question brought me so much joy <3 I think your perspective is spot on, and I wholeheartedly agree with it. I must admit I initially omitted this aspect of their relationship from my initial response because the question specifically focused on love rather than "sexy and toxic stuff." For me, voyeurism and stalking kink are more closely related to the latter category.

That being said, Val undoubtedly enjoys having Vox's eyes always on him. Being a diva and a performer, he relishes performing for Vox, especially knowing Vox's likes all the deranged shit but desperately tries to hide it underneath his clean façade. So he’s basically like “I’m going to hit this bitch for you, Voxy. As a treat.” recognizing that Vox couldn't do it himself without tarnishing his image. In return, Val receives even more attention and admiration, perpetuating the cycle.

Since you've given me the opportunity to delve into Vox's voyeurism further, I'll add some additional insights (I've been meaning to write a proper post about it for some time now but that rabbit hole is just too deep). It's fundamentally about control, of course, and it's simply a kink. However, kinks are not merely about arousal; they involve complex psychological dynamics. People a lot smarter than me wrote a shit ton of essays about voyeurism, especially since it is a very relevant topic in the visual media era. One sentence about Lacan's interpretation of it grasps really well what I have in mind when I think about Vox:

By appropriating the other as image, the voyeur makes it an object of pleasure*, while remaining uninvolved in the other's intimacy.

It’s a parasitic relationship. A voyeur gets symbolic control over their object and it gives them the sense of being powerful. And they don’t have to offer anything themselves – no effort that is required to gain control in situations with two subjects involved, nor the vulnerability necessary in consensual relationships. They can just freely feed on others without offering anything in exchange.

Without delving too deeply into philosophy, Vox's inability to live authentically stems from his obsession with his image, his guardedness, and his need for control. This sets a lot of limitations about what he can allow himself to personalmy experience. So he derives dopamine from "stealing" others' experiences and emotions, while avoiding the effort and vulnerability required in genuine connections.

*In a broader sense, voyeuristic pleasure isn't necessarily sexual; it can manifest as the thrill some people experience from watching macabre imagery in movies, eavesdropping on neighbors' drama, or even watching overly personal vlogs.

#vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #Valentino #valentino hazbin #voxval #staticmoth #character analysis #headcanon #ask

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derangedanomaly · 1 year ago

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Wait since we're asking about kinks now- what are all of the guys and the stars kinks? Do they have any lol? I'm genuinely curious

*rubs my hands together* This one's gonna be a ride. 😈🙏🏻

Nah- without jokes now lol. I need to cleanse myself after this lmao. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANYTHING REGARDING SEX.

TW: NSFW CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Chaos

I can imagine Chaos being a family kinda guy. Like, family probably means A LOT to him, so I can definitely see Chaos having a breeding kink. Something about his partner's belly being full, because he got them pregnant does a lot of things to him.

Chaos is never the type that chases for his own pleasure, I really think that he'd prioritize what you want, when it comes to having fun in the sheets. So I can see him doing fingering/blow job to his partner. He's the type of guy that loves to praise the shit out of you, but also playfully kinda degrade you. Like- he'd probably say something like, "Oh...your doing such a good job for me...what do you think would happen if the others found you drooling all over my cock? What would they think of you?" Followed by, "....Would you like to find out?"

Since Chaos is into having a family, I can see him also having a daddy kink. And along with this all, I can for some reason, also see him being into Katoptronphilia, which is a fascination with mirrors, or more specifically, watching yourself in a sexual situation. So I think that Chaos would make you watch yourself in the mirror, while fucking you from behind.

Nightmare

I've established before that Nightmare's into master kink, just calling him anything that gives him a sense of power is enough to get him hot. (Master, King, Sir,...)

But between all this, I can also see him being into Impact play, this involves hitting or being hit with an object in a safe and consensual way. Nightmare wants to feel that he's always in control. So he'd 100% whip you with a whip or just slap you anyhow. He'd probably also be pretty rough, just to show you that he's the one in control. Speaking of control... Orgasm control is also a thing he'd be SUPER into. But he's a giant asshole too, he'd be SO unfair when he'd use a vibrator or anything else on you. He WON'T let you taste that sweet sweet release at all. The only thing I'll say...is dirty talk. And he's really good at it too.. He could probably make you come just from his words alone.

Ace

Ace is pretty much a sub. It's pretty easy to drive him into submission, because he doesn't NEED to be the dominant one in a relationship. He's just happy he even has a partner to be honest. But I can see Ace being a sadist. Just you hurting him anyhow drives him nuts probably. Because he's the stronger one, he's the one that holds more power than you, so the feeling of you actually landing a hit on him has him weak.

Cuckolding is also a thing that he IMMENSLY gets off of. This a kink or a fetish is the act of being turned on by watching your partner get it on with someone else. He feels a little guilty about actually liking this, but he can't deny it.

Blade

Is anyone really surprised when I say that Blade's into knife play? Blade enjoys the thought of running his sharp, bloody knife along the curves of your glistening body. He also pretty much gets off of seeing you covered in blood. Really anything that's connected with blood or knives, he likes it. I do not recommend telling him that you're on your period. He'd eat you out if you did. Never probably stopping until you'd pass out. Even if someone would barge into the room, he WOULDN'T stop. Not at all.

Blade also degrades you VERY MUCH, he LOVES to tell you stuff that makes you embarrassed while he's pumping you from behind. He's also into Voyeurism, which is the sexual interest in or practice of watching other people engaged in intimate behaviors, such as undressing, sexual activity, or other actions of a private nature. He 100% hides somewhere in your room just to watch you get undressed. The thought of you not knowing he's there only makes him more and more hot.

Ted

Ted promised himself that he'd never engage in sexual intercourse ever again after the accident where he lost his virginity, so you would have to build a LOT of trust with him for him to do that with you. He's like- "Sex...?....Ew....."

But I can see Ted being very careful with you, treating you almost as if you were made from glass. After all, the last time he did go....rough.... VERY rough... he killed the woman. Shockingly. And he cares about you, he doesn't want to kill you with his ginormous size. :(

I think that Ted's the type of person to be VERY gentle and kind when having sex. As for the kinks, I don't really think he cares that much when it comes to it, because he'd do anything you ask him to do, except for the things that would hurt you in any way. He truly does NOT want to hurt you.

NOTE: I wanted to write the Star Sanses too- but It was SO much that I lost motivation to write any more. I'm so sorry!

#anomalyasks #undertale fandom #undertale #utmv #utmv au #chaos sans #chaos sans x reader #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x reader #ace sans #ace sans x reader #blade sans #blade sans x reader #ted sans #ted sans x reader

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cherryaire · 5 months ago

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ship prompt: Spangela, all riled up during/after a Gentleman's game in which Spencer runs his mouth a little too much and starts hitting on her or something?? Please, Spangela tag has such little crumbs 🙏

Angela doesn’t know what has gotten into Spencer today—okay, scratch that, she does. He put on that fucking Gentleman’s Hat and it’s like some sort of Manchurian Candidate bullshit hit him, just like it always does. He’s said in the past that having a costume makes him feel bolder and less like an absolute fool in what he’s doing, no matter how stupid he looks. Angela can absolutely relate in that regard. Sometimes she’ll literally just put on a scarf to make herself Not Angela so she can put on her ‘acting face’.

The difference today, however, is that she wasn’t originally supposed to be in this video; Amanda was. Amanda and Spencer are almost always the two that end up doing some weird-ass flirting in one of these. Since Angela wasn’t set to do one of these, she’d gone pretty all out on her makeup today since she’s trying the self-love thing more now that the New Year has rolled in and she’s convinced herself that it’s a ‘fresh start’, whatever the fuck that even actually means.

She’s got on heavier makeup, like what she would wear on a night out rather than her ‘no makeup’ makeup look she typically goes for. Usually she’s just really looking to make her eyebrows a little more even, her eyelashes nice and visible, and to hide the uneven tones in her skin. She’s received several compliments today about how nice she looks and it’s made her feel fantastic. Spencer has told her a couple of times how good she looks, and it’s taken her by surprise every time. It probably shouldn’t, considering any time he sees that she’s put more effort into her makeup, he compliments her because, as he said,

“You worked hard on that shit. I know how difficult that stuff is to work with, and you look damn good.”

They’re twenty minutes into filming, and Spencer has turned her pink in the cheeks four separate times now with how much he’s just straight up flirting with her. She’s a giggling mess, and she’s really hoping that that hides it, since everyone knows Spencer absolutely kills her in these games with his persona. Any time he does a persona, honestly, it makes her laugh so much. When they did BAF Legacy and she was Eleanor, he had her in flustered giggles multiple times without even so much as trying to do so. Now that he’s trying she thinks she might actually die.

They end up shooting charged barbs back and forth at each other, and everyone else in the room is fascinated by the volley that is very clearly happening in front of them. All Alex can think is fucking finally, dude.

When they wrap, Angela mutters something about taking her costume back to the rack and getting some air away from the harsh stage lights. Everyone knows that that is at least partially a lie, and that she’s even more flustered than when Damien broke out the character of Todd Hull on her without warning.

She’s just hung up her jacket and put her hat on the rack in the back corner of the wardrobe section of the office when Spencer appears, jacket over his arm and hat still on his head.

“Oh, good grief,” Angela mumbles. “I’m starting to think that hat is fused to your head.”

Spencer just chuckles and the crooked smile he gives her makes her turn away towards the small vanity in the corner here so that she can fix her hair. She had to take it out of the updo she had it in to put on that hat because if she didn’t, she’d look fucking bald. She’d look like her brother when he was fifteen (but with much, much better makeup skills, thank you) and she’s just not having it today.

With how flustered she is, she’s dropped her hairtie twice now, and the third time, she grunts in frustration, but it quickly fades out into a meep when Spencer shows up behind her in the mirror with it grasped between his fingers.

He meets her eyes in the mirror and she swallows the lump that’s arisen in her throat.

“You mind some help with that?” he murmurs, and her knees nearly go weak.

“I—I could use some help,” Angela says, far more breathless than she expected to be upon speaking. “A um, a hand’s on approach might be helpful.”

Spencer chuckles lowly and he speaks softly into her ear.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

#Smosh rpf #spangela #Spencer Agnew x Angela Giarratana #Spangela rpf #prompts #myask #mywriting #Caitspeaks #suggestive #What other tags should I be using? Help

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pepstarvanmoon · 5 months ago

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I hope this doesn’t come off as me nitpicking Milkvan interactions, but these lines just come off as odd to me.

In the show, leading up to the store scene, nothing Mike says or does regarding Max comes off as particularly jealous to me.

He gets upset with Max for taking El to the mall (not Max giving him a segway into complimenting her new style (which he does later), and he just gets mad at her instead lmao.)

He spends the beginning of the following episode pitying himself with Lucas enabling it.

“What did I do wrong?” - LIED, plain and simple. He acknowledged that before they went to the mall! El gave him a chance to explain yourself and he DIDN’T. Teenagers, man.

“Then I should be with my species more” - I guess implies spending more time with Max and her having no desire to get back with him. Mike is pissed about the spying (rightfully, imo), and obviously frustrated that him explaining himself didn’t lead to El forgiving him.

Max and El spending too much time in the bathroom, “they’re conspiring against me” - confused as to how he reached this conclusion given what we’ve seen. It’s like he just HAS to say something about it, nevermind El getting her shit tossed last episode. Listen to Will and worry about something else.

Bro is lowkey more mad about being single (and therefore ambiguously straight in Mike logic) than about El and Max being friends.

When he admits that he was jealous and wanted El “all to himself,” it sounds more like an excuse than an explanation.

We know what jealousy looks like in Stranger Things.

If anything, this “jealousy” is more closely aligned to how Dustin described Lucas’ jealousy of Mike and El’s relationship in season one.

I even tried to make an argument for Mike wanting El to himself minus the jealousy, but throughout the season it kinda fell flat.

Showing up late to movie nights (more than once) to hang out with El longer.

Ditching Dustin (the day of his return) and the others to spend more time together before El’s '4PM curfew' (a lie, ofc)

Maybe switch “conspiring” for excluding? Then you could argue he felt left out, like he’s not the closest to El anymore. However, the responses to his “conspiring” accusations were 100% negative.

(This could also play into how he felt getting stuck in the back of the car with Will, but that ventures outside the point of this post)

None of these are considered good things if Dustin, Lucas, and Will’s annoyance are considered, and Max going from “it’s romantic” to high-fiving El after she dumps Mike… yeah.

You can certainly say he’s frustrated. He’s never been in a relationship and therefore has never been broken up with, but Mike explains it like the reason he’s acting irrationally is because he’s 'never felt like this before'? But besides the whole ’Nana’ thing, that’s not really true?

Stupid stuff being 1) lying about his Nana being sick, 2) claiming girls are a different species.

Angry, sure. Jealous? Wanting her to yourself? Don’t make me laugh.

It’s all a bit hypocritical to me, too. So El can’t have ONE day out with Max, but Mike can run off with the rest of their friends while she’s stuck in Hopper’s cabin. Okay.

And, in this specific case, I don’t really buy the “she’s hiding from the government” excuse because it clearly wasn’t that big of a deal for El to have gone out that day. Mike’s concerns were brushed off, and there were no scenes with Hopper reinforcing that (we had our fill in S2 ig).

(I personally think they didn’t want any interruptions to that Elmax scene because it demonstrates how little El knows herself, and being cooped up by Hopper and Mike, though it’s sweet that they want to protect her, isn’t helping her developmental growth.)

Like damn if you really feel that strongly about it, you all could’ve had a movie night in the cabin, but Mike can’t balance his relationship and his friendships, and STILL can’t now!

Well, at least you got that part right.

(Post pretty much ends here. Rest of it is me rambling)

All of this relationship bullshit skydives out of Mike’s mind when Will gets upset btw. UNTIL he mentions girls, then Mike gets defensive.

That whole part of the rain fight gets to me, like Mike truly believes that this is a staple part of his life, getting a girlfriend and abandoning his interests. He can’t date El and play DnD, and if he’s dumped, his priority becomes getting her back instead of reflecting on what happened.

He proves he didn’t have a firm grasp on the situation when he victimizes himself, and when he actually admits to lying it doesn’t matter at that point. El already knows and DOESN’T CARE.

He’s really not confident. Lucas got a one-on-one, mirroring Mike and El’s, scene with Will to apologize, because the relationship drama is no longer important to him in that moment.

(I didn’t think Lumax broke up, but Will said in ep 3 that they both got dumped? Lucas seemed a lot less bothered, and by the time they got to the hospital scene they seemed fine lol. Lumax ‘breakups’ aren’t really taken as seriously anyway with the whole “five times” thing)

Funny how both apologies go unacknowledged because what’s done is done. They don’t care anymore (for Will, I don’t believe that for a second but yk) and there are bigger things to focus on.

It's brought back up in the hospital, but MIKE is the one who doesn’t care that much until El uses her powers on the vending machine as an “olive branch" (in Lucas' opinion, anyway).

I feel like there’s a lot to say about Mike and taking initiative versus when he has to be told to do something, but more on that another time.

#byler #byler analysis #byler s3 #mike wheeler analysis #rewatched part of s3 for this #madwise lowkey solos #they're never wrong #El really went through it #let my girl rest #Mike proves he's a liar #and that he's bad at carrying people (again)#what's new #still my son tho so I forgive him #Max had a lot of bright/rainbow imagery in s3 #it really clashes with her darkness in s4 :(

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moonshynecybin · 1 year ago

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Do you think the ranch visit 2014 ended with like slightly annoyed sex because Vale just annoyed with Marc beating his record but also slightly admiring him

i love this because its true. marc is ANNOYING ! of course it cannot be ignored that vale is ALSO annoying (max biaggi fight. hello.) like they match each others freak in that regard, but at what point do you look at this sexy ass twink who is obsessed with your dick and your bike (sex to vale. is motorcycle racing lest we forget he keeps that m1 in GROPING distance and marc is like GOD i wish that were me so it does. work comma sexually. for them. like a lot. but i digress) and obsessed with your ability to ride it and be like hmm. maybe this habit is NOT so cute. when beforeeee you thought hey hes just like MEEEEE and got HORNY about it. well obviously if youre vale it is when he doesnt let you win at your own goddamn track at your own goddamn house in front of your own goddamn brother and various peers. that shit is irritating. which i do think marc realizes now, but is also largely unrepentant about because he's hilarious. free my girl he did all that but it was funny. our marc not famous for his wealth of tact and restraint on the track. and vale is thirty six staring down one last chance to maybe win his tenth. and earlier that week when he beat marc at that karting event he said finally somewhere you dont win. so yeah when marc doesnt roll over and let him get the lap record that day in 2014 all of those endearing traits where they overlap and are similar. change. morph. arent so cute anymore. the light shifts. the music hits a minor chord. ominous. foreshadowing. chekov's gun carefully being placed on the wall. and suddenly. kind of a theme with them huh. vale hates him for all the things he learned from vale.

so. we are here to ask how that emotion translates to nasty sex. obviously. like all of these complex emotions do NOT mean that vale does not want to get his dick sucked lmao. like he's here he's thirsty marc's been in a tiny little titty huggin black tshirt all day its happenin. AND. it should be noted that in a very real sense this is their first sleepover. first time fr hanging out outside the paddock in a place where there is PRIVACY. no real REPORTERS. an actual locking DOOR. no way to hide from the fact that theyve been all over each other for like TWO YEARS now. AND multiple yamaha M1S that can be used as somewhat SEXUAL PROPS. (vale feeling also perhaps. emotionally complex here. a lil delicate. like YEAH i can invite my coworkers i like to hang at my track thats bro stuff but what about my years long situationship that —*static noises in vale's brain* like remember this is where MARC thinks things start to change between them...)

so yeah vale ends up like. amping up that competitive edge a little in bed. making this a fuckbuddy thing more than a RELATIONSHIP thing as much as he can in his head and with his hands and failing miserably and feeling even WEIRDER about that. so he's. i think he's working hard at putting marc where he wants him. hot hands a little rougher on the curve of marc's waist. cupping his ass making him gasp. sending him to his knees and making him suck his dick hot and nasty. teasing a little edging on the little feminine nicknames theyve never talked about but that make marc squirm and flush prettily. edging marc with three fingers in his ass while he whines for it. dragging it out. exerting a little control. not mean at all everyone is having fun (marc. out of his MIND.) just. excising some tension. its probably nothing hes just in his head. holding marc in his hands as he looks up at him. and marc trusting it. marc going. marc being just where vale wants him. just like he never does on the track. and marc thinks everything is fine when its happening thinks everything is AMAZING. but after that is when vale starts to go a little cold......

#like he is like hmmm i taught this kid everything he knows :) until its like damn okay this kid is evil. who did that. surely not i.#btw rosquez finding friction in all the ways they are similar is like. the most aquarius4aquarius thing about them.#they have to be original or theyll DIE #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #anyways all this to say vale wakes up postfuck in the middle of the night to go piss #and marc is in his tiny ass briefs crouched on the bike next 2 the bed visualizing silverstone like a FREAK and vale feels. noraml.#someone asked me to post about marc hole today. and by god i will.#mgp

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pampanope · 2 years ago

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Graves Headcanons from Shadows’ POV (Part 2):

Part 1

((hello hello again, more written stuff~))

7-11 sat in his quarters trying to decide which polaroid of the Commander he’d donate to the Graves Manual.

Would it be one of him mid-stretch, wearing knee-high compression socks and thigh length shorts? Maybe.

Or maybe the one with Graves slumped over his office desk, hair askew, drool leaking out of a parted mouth? A lot of potential there, a sleeping Graves is always cute appreciated.

How ‘bout the closeup of the Commander’s face, hair mussed by the wind, head tilted down, one side of his mouth quirked up playfully to expose a prominent canine, piercing steel eyes staring dead on at the camera full of challenge and—

Actually, fuck, no, 7-11’s keeping that one.

But also…

Did Graves know i was up in that tree? From that distance? The whole time? Or was it coincidence and he just happened to look in that one tree’s direction? What the fuck—he’s never—he looked at me—

7-11 took a deep breath and shuddered (out of fear or excitement?).

Right, probably just a coincidence; no way he’s caught on to my personal game, a game that’s been going on for months.

He would’ve said something by now, right?

Right.

Deciding to make a choice at a later date, he turned to his most pressing matter of the evening.

Zorro (9-24) had cornered him after evening chow, his brows all furrowed and mouth pursed in displeasure. He shoved a handful of stained loose leaf paper into his chest and said:

“Rewrite, retype, I don’t care, redo your coffee stained shit, sleepy cachorro, or I’ll let the new recruits know that their favorite, cool, mysterious Lt. is actually a slob of the highest degree.”

7-11 could only blink lazily as he was booped in the snoot with more force than called for, before the Brazilian swiftly power walked down the hallway.

That was hours ago.

Now those entries sat there on his desk and taunted him.

Well I can’t have the adorable receuits go around spreading that slander, he thought, knowing he thrived on their regard as much as he craved the Commander’s attention.

Sighing, 7-11 grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and began to write.

——-

• The Commander had a gift for people in general that was uncanny.

• Graves, after spending just enough time with someone, knew which buttons to push, what switches to pull, and which gears he’d need to grease or sabotage within that person to get his desired outcome.

•He can easily gauge the emotional state of his Shadows as individuals or as a whole. His pre-mission pep-rallies (for there is no better word for them) got their spirits up and blood boiling. Graves effortlessly grabs their attention and holds it in a tight grip.

(It was, 7-11 thought, so nice to have a boss who made an effort for you and from the scribbles along the margins, other Shadows agreed)

• This gift for people offered other advantages in the Commander’s line of work.

• He can get a basic grasp of a person’s capabilities or weaknesses through observation and intuition and decide if they’re worth his time. And his estimations were accurate far too often (Extremely useful when ‘recruiting’ in the field…)

(What does Graves see when he looks at me)

• it was akin to having a faded map that showed how best to navigate negotiations and dealings with adversaries, whether in business or combat; Graves intuitively knew when to apply pressure, how to bluff effectively, when threats were necessary, and if honeyed words wrapped in his southern drawl would yield better results.

(That last one was quite effective. Unfairly effective.)

• It’s always a goddamn pleasure to witness the Commander leverage his cards over the target. The smug, triumphant look he wore if his efforts were met with success was exquisite.

•As sure as the Commander’s grin hides a pair of wicked canines, so, too, does this empathy of his. It’s been honed into a weapon that, when turned on his enemies, can be deadly.

• Weaponized empathy.

(Holy hell, the Commander turned a typical Piscean trait into a weapon

EXCUSE ME HES A PISCES?!

Yeah I bribed a newbie in HR for that bit of info so ssshhhhh

Lil shit wont give me the Commanders bday. Yet.

Lemme at ‘em, I’ll make ‘em talk ;))

• It makes him a master manipulator and it’s an oft overlooked skill of Graves; most would look first at his experience in the USMC, MARSOC, and the weapons on his person to determine weapon proficiencies (haha tough luck, he’s proficient at multiple types of firearms and yeet-able objects).

•It’s allowed him to claw his way to success, tango with the rich elite that made up his client base, negotiate contracts with governments, traverse the murky waters that was life as a mercenary

• and safely guide his Shadow Company through it all.

(and always be ready to have the Commanders back should shit go pear shaped because NOTHING is ever certain)

• The Commander maxed out his Charisma stat

——-

7-111 chuckled softly at the surprise addition because yeah, Graves certainly did.

The officers in the D&D club gave after action reports that read like epic campaigns. Fucking beautiful.

7-11 decided to keep the little addition.

With that finished, he stacked the newly revised manual entries, shredded and dumped the originals, and swore to himself he’d apologize to Zorro in the morning for making the other Lieutenant spend some of his personal time tracking him down in the first place.

Hopefully he won’t send Peaches after his ass.

His ass and dignity haven’t yet recovered from the last session with that massive brute.

After shutting off the light, 7-11 flopped into his mattress, nuzzled into his cool pillow and drifted off to sleep to dreams of sharp teeth and steel eyes.

#shadow company interoffice drama #still tryna figure out writing #phillip graves #cod graves #call of duty #mwii #mwiii #mw2 #mw3 #my stuff #headcanons

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thechillsquid · 8 months ago

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Blind Eyes- Fiddlesticks

Fiddleford McGucket is an absolute vibing lad in this au, and like that’s kinda the main difference between him and canon. Rather than get consumed by his paranoia and fear, he’s been forced to face it head on to help someone he cares about.

And like, mans got the weirdest fucking support system out of this situation, like he ends up with not 1. but 2. conmen bfs. Which is ironic in the sense that the people most adapt at telling lies and hiding who they really are to not only the rest of the world but themselves are the ones that come to be Fidds biggest sources of truth. Like absolutely wild. Espically when Bill fucking terrified him for so long before Fidds decided that he was done being used by people.

Then there’s Stan, like at first, Fidds could not figure the guy out and I’d imagine it would have been hella frustrating for both of them trying to work on this portal together. But they’re also just inherently lonely people and it makes sense that eventually they’d figure it’s better to be lonely together than at each others throats.

I think that’s probably what shifted the relationship with Bill now that I think of it. Because while Stan and Fidds were still figuring each other out and this new dynamic, Bill was more able to pick away at both of their insecurities and vulnerabilities. But as the two men got closer and became genuine friends, Bill’s words kinda went to the back burner.

Like, if Fidds had to choose one liars words over the other, everytime he’d choose Stan’s. Even after the 30 years and the time to get used to each other, Stan is a major source of support Fidds can go to.

Bill may have changed during the time building the portal, but it doesn’t mean the triangle knows how to comfort someone. Demon boi may know the right things to say to poke about at someone’s ego or manipulate them to his cause, but he’s struggling with genuineness. The summer spent with the kids actually does a lot for Bill in that regard, cause faced with these two curious yet fragile and growing beings, it’s like a slap to the face. And Bill needed that, cause sure, he may have been around when Soos and Wendy entered the picture, and he may have had fun teaching them some questionable things like how to make a pipebomb or how to hide a body, he never really saw them as more than ‘those kids that show up sometimes.’

The twins being there 24/7 means he’s got to face a lot more things about himself than he realizes. And Fidds gets to watch this all go down.

Speaking of which, I’ve been having fun coming up with different nicknames for McGucket. Espically figuring who uses what name for him.

Stan- Fiddlestick, fiddleshit (used when the kids aren’t around), fiddlefuck (also used when the kids aren’t around), Fidds, Banjo

Bill- Specs, Glasses, Fiddleford (yeah the weirdo uses his full name), Fidds

The kids- Grunkle McGucket, Fidds, Grunkle Fidds (they tried asking him if he went by Ford at all and unknowingly nearly caused three grown idiots to have a break down in the kitchen), Mabel also probably rhymes shit or comes up with different stuff on the fly depending on the situation

About everyone else- McGucket (that’s what most people call him), Old Man McGucket (mostly used when differentiating/clarifying between Fiddleford and Tate), Fiddleford (Gideon mostly does this, Fidds can’t stand the brat and has helped Stan on some of his stupid revenge plots just for this reason), The Shack’s lunatic (in the early days when Fidds was still very unstable and working with Stan initially, lots of people that subsquentially started visiting the shack for the mad scientist appeal thought Fidds was crazy; most people don’t use this nickname anymore cause he’s cleaned up his act though sometimes the teenagers will whisper about it), Bill’s boyfriend (self explanatory), Stan’s boyfriend (While their relationship is more aligned with a queerplatonic relationship, neither mind this), McBucket (he got his head stuck in a bucket once while in town, the nickname haunts him), Fiddlefreak (used in the early days, sometimes the teenagers use it when he’s been seen doing weird shit), etc.

He’s just a silly guy doing silly shit, and has a causal continual record

#gravity falls au #gravity falls #blind eyes au #fiddleford mcgucket #bill cipher #stanley pines

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persistentplums · 6 months ago

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U should infodump some of your Triana thoughts 👂👂🙏

Currently laying on my bed, on my stomach kicking my feet and twirling my hair. Thank you for the ask!!!

Also everyone please feel free to send Vbros asks it’ll take me a minute but I’ll always answer!

Triana to me is mixed i haven’t pinned down what mix but for now wasian. Although mixed middle eastern is also in my head the problem is I want to be specific but i can’t pull from anywhere specific right now.

I think if we got her New York look I flip around the thought of her going full goth stereotype (I really love the idea of her going trad goth black dress with jewelry) which would be cool but also a part of me would think it would be SICK if she shaved her head and had this buzz look leaning a mix of punk and goth. (More British inspo not in a racist white way)

She has magic jewelry, rings and necklaces, I think she gets into insect taxidermy which also influences the type of jewelry she has, I think she has a cool beetle broach that moves around and has magic! I think it would be cool!

I think she gets into Mind magic. And I mean this completely separately from telepathy, anything to do with the mind since it was Orpheus that messed with it. She becomes unintentionally fixed on making her mind a place that can’t be messed with. Her mom, dad and stepdad teach her a lot but Master and her click super well and she tells him what she wants to learn.

I think her relationship to Master is very very silly. Master has a LG slider so he can text her type of silly. I think now that she does magic they can gossip really it’s just Master telling her stuff she shouldn’t know but still fun stuff.

Triana is someone who is fun to be around and genuinely a nice kid, so it makes sense wherever she goes she gains friends. She doesn’t get along with Dermontt bc Dermontt is a little shit to be fair but I would also like to think if she met Sirena it would be rocky also.

Sirena is cool, there’s no doubt about it, but I think Sirena impatience which can turn into actions that hurt people+the want of a bottom line wouldn’t gel with Triana. Since VB hasn’t really developed any of the girls they’ve made with any moment of failure/hardship I have to use the CRUMBS given in the show.

Triana not outright telling Dean the day she moved out she is not into him then trying to put an idea in his head instead speaks to a quality of not wanting to get caught/rocking the boat. At first I thought it was classic rebellious kid lying to parent but I realize also in part of the writers under developing her, she shies away from parts of her self, hiding them to keep her life uncomplicated and moving. Funny enough a trait very much like her dad, both are different versions of the peacekeeper.

I think Triana big thing is she needs to be able to be herself even the parts that people think is bad. It’s not like the parts of her are a big deal if someone doesn’t like them. She isn’t worried about that, it’s the idea she needs to keep the peace. Fuck the peace girl let that shit fly.

Triana is very similar to Hank in the sense of she isn’t overtly hiding things but by doing so means things internally can be hidden to others. I think Triana is slippery in that sense, good at half truths, good poker face, strong values she believes in, a very loyal friend.

If I was to tie her into the main gang this is how I would’ve done it:

The limbo mind world is her training space, like Luke in Dagoba. She-with Master “teachings”-is figuring out how to control what she has and how to use it regarding the mind since at this point she can do magic but she’s basically trying to get her “diploma”in the mind. She’s going through all that and finds not just one Hank but multiple Hanks and goes “hm! That’s….not usual a thing that happens.” She does a dream call to Hank and they meet again.

They have a chat, catching up and getting semi personal, she ends up in New York to talk to her dad and gets swept in some adventure the boys are in and meets everyone else. I think the moment she clicks with the Mind is waking the remaining guys back, fully now in tune with her goal but she still needs to figure out what to do with it!

Extra stuff about Triana I personally hc:

Her and Sirena go out together first as a “get to know you” thing but it becomes tradition

Triana knows how to play drums, definitely could’ve been on Shallow Gravy

Triana is low-key trying to set Dean and Jared up by the most subtle comments ever bc interacting with Dean is like trying not to scare a deer still after all these years to her

Her jewelry range from basic rings to bug themed broaches all having a specific magical element (for my dnd ppl out there think magical items with charges or when you imbue an item with a spell) I think she gives them to her friends

Jared and Triana have mixed feeling only because she is trying very hard to respect his journey of being into Dean and vice versa but also she cannot stop going “this is gay.”

She has a gf, she’s bisexual at least, but in my heart lesbian. I love the idea of her gf being a powerful magical being that someone else thought of! Or

She watch romantic movies with Hank bc he’s the only one who appreciates them. Despite Dermontt constantly complaining about watching “chick flicks” Dermontt is also there

Dermontt and Triana beef so often that Dermontt ends up being like her shit head younger brother in the way they argue. And Dermontt doesn’t confirm or deny just says she needs SOMEONE or she’ll fall into only child disease. They aren’t nice to each other at all but they do have each other backs

Triana has the same weirdo mean streak as her dad sometimes but doesn’t take many things seriously so she really is doing stuff just to fuck with people bc she finds it funny. Example: Orpheus trying to get an arch and smacking the shit out of monarch then putting his feet on fire vs Triana doing that to Dermontt just because on a Sunday. Orpheus has a means to an end Triana just doing it for the love of the game

Speaking of, Triana is more inclined to be Guild only she doesn’t give a shit, she rides the new wave in the VB world of middle men. Not heroes not villains just kinda doing their own thing. I do think she has many Guild friends

Speaking of middle men, she is a headache to OSI/Protags/Arches bc she isn’t affiliated officially and doesn’t want to be. She is now accustomed to doing so much paperwork and this is a regular topic of contention for her and Orpheus. It’s not serious contention more like when there’s nothing happening he starts asking which annoys her bc in actuality she doesn’t know who she wants to be (jumpstarts her hanging out with Hank and Dean again)

Thats all I got for now! Tanks for the ask and for waiting!

#knock knock: answered #venture bros #vbros #the venture bros #log: VB

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rjschoicesstuff · 3 months ago

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Hi sorry I need to know everything about David immediately I have been charmed

Hahaha I rly need to give him more attention tbh he's rly fun imo and like the polar opposite of Ripley. 😭

I'm def still figuring a lot stuff out, n some stuff mightt still change for sure. Like for Ripley I initially had very different ideas too, but she rly started developping once I just started drawing her a lot.

But he was kinda born out of me wanting to imagine ID with a more neurotic/anxious mc + just picking one of the LI's to romance instead of both.

Rubs mi hands like a fly, I'll put it all under the cut cuz ik this'll get long sorry 😭😭

Im sooo bad at explaining characters' personalities because I think I'm just like better at showing how they act thru art? (So i neeed to draw him more hehe) But obviously he's a very neurotic person hahaha, though veryyy amplified by The Stuff going on, obviously.

He's super close to his mom and I think she's like the main motivation he just keeps going and 'fighting'. Because he's so so so scared of anything bad happening to her. I imagine his father died when he was very young, like too young to really remember him well, but I think that kinda amplifies this fear of losing his mom too.

He's not much of a fighter, like he just runs and hides or lets Cas and Gabe protect him if he can lol. I don't think he sees himself as like a strong person/someone who stands a chance in a fight. He's also not ashamed of like relying on others to protect him and making himself useful in other ways. But at the same time if you have him cornered or he Has to fight back or protect someone he loves, he goes batshit crazy and fights for his life, just high on adrenaline.

I think David is very much like 'Just do it scared' regarding the book 1 events. Like if you compare him to Ripley, Ripley in a weird way still has some fun doing a lot of the stuff, like breaking into mom's office, spying on the Creator etc. Like in the end she enjoys the thrill, sometimes even forgets what's at stake. Meanwhile David is just Scared shitless the whole time and Cas and Gabe are the ones having to sorta ground him sometimes. Or crack a joke to distract him. And before shit really gets Crazy they try to keep him busy a lot to distract him a bit, which helps, like hanging out with him and showing him cool vampire stuff.

When he's not actively freaking out he's generally a very gentle guy, he's good at talking to people and he does like playfully teasing people and stuff. He's very affectionate even with friends. I think when someone is rude to him he has a surprisingly sharp tongue and he can kinda impulsively bite back. Afterwards thinking like 'oh my god why did I say that??'

Also while being terrified of vampires, at the same time he still has that curiosity that canon ID mc has and feels drawn to it all. Like I imagine he definitely keeps a little journal where he notes down everything he learns. Still a bit fear driven though, because it'll be useful when he has to protect himself, to know their weaknesses.

The act of drinking vampire's blood is rly gross to him and he'll only do it when he really has to. And he's always a bit of a little bitch about it like 'eww ew ew ok.. im gonna do it.... 😖' While Cas is just standing there like pls thats like 10 drops max... But David loveees giving vampires his blood like not even in a way like 'this is hot' but just cause he's a nurturing person and likes taking care of people, especially those he loves.

I only romanced Cas with him, initially he's terrified of him but he also intrigued by him + I think he's very weak to this whole idea of like. Ok u have this guy who tends to just be a cunt to Everyone but ur special and he likes u cuz ur his special boy... I think he really is weak to that whole 'ur not like the other humans' thing 💀. Cas enjoys startling and teasing him, or just in general putting David into situations where he'll get spooked. Especially because David's the type of person to grab onto him for comfort or straight up jump in his arms 😭😭. Other times he turns around and slaps him in the chest like 'STOPP IT!! YOU MENACE!!!' (Also funny reaction he enjoys getting out of him) I think initially he thinks he's cute and it's funny to tease him + he enjoys seeing Gabriel freak out when he's around David, but then for real starts falling for him quickly ughhh. Like I think initially Cas thinks David is a bit of a lame pissbaby but then he starts liking him like That For Real and it becomes endearing and he just want to protect him 🤢 embarassing. David doesn't like the whole hunting and eating humans thing, but he's more like 'I can fix him' about it LMAO. And has a weird sense of denial over it all because the one time he saw it happen with his own eyes, Cas killed that girl to cover for Seth.

David and Gabriel are just more like really really close friends. I think for a bit he has a bit of a crush on Gabriel because of the whole protective act, which makes David twirl his hair and kick his legs lol 😭 but I don't think they ever went beyond just playfully flirting with each other. I think they were Meant To Be but like as friends? Friend Soulmates?? A lot of people probably still think they're a couple because they walk around holding hands and they're always sitting in each others bubble and stuff.

Umm I think where his AU gets most interesting is when he and his mom reunite again. Because they actually wouldn't leave each others side again, he stays with her while evacuating people to the hospital. And after that she accompanies him back to the school. And once the time comes where in canon MC decides to sacrifice themselves, in David's story it's his mom who's like 'I'm your mom, it's My job to protect You, I've lived a whole life already, it's okay, I'll die happy knowing I could save you.' And David would really protest against this, but Cas and Gabe are just like 'Please let her do this for you' and they go through with it while locking David out of the room as they inject the blood n stuff. And hold him back as his mom leaves to go confront the creator. And as she lays dying David would force them both to turn her. Idk yet where it goes from there lol, like if he'll lose his memory along with the other humans or not.

#Mc: david

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foxydivaxx · 1 year ago

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Zoro X Sanji: Prince Charming

Remember those posts I have been posting on here regarding Sanji and what type of men he likes? Might as well turn this into a fanfic. A one shot perhaps. This applies more to OPLA! Sanji. Warning: Sanji is gonna be extremely uncensored and vulgar here.

Zoro stands by the deck, carefully observing the rest of the crew. Or rather observing a certain cook. Till this day, he finds him to be quite an enigma.

Not much is known about Sanji other than the little that the man reveals about himself. The guy is a mystery. No matter how hard Zoro thinks he is closer to the truth, the cook keeps surprising him and taking him off guard.

Sure, he is still an annoying flirt around women. Well, seeing him get close to the ladies pisses him off. But the guy is a great cook and is also good-looking. Does not help that he has a nice round ass. That alone begs the question; is he a virgin? Surely someone with a beautiful ass like that must have gotten fucked a few times. He feels he may be an innocent virgin and just flirts around, begging for someone to take his virginity.

Aside from that sinful ass, there are those legs. Gorgeous yet deadly when you rub him the wrong way. He still finds himself getting curious about the guy. Who exactly is the cook? What secrets is he hiding?

“Interested in Sanji huh?” He nearly jumps up as Law joins him at the deck. “I gotta say, Luffy made a great choice with this guy.” Law says with a smile as he watches Sanji laugh at something Usopp said.

Zoro just rolls his eyes. “Why him when the safety of the crew comes first?” Before he could say anything further, he swore that he saw from the corner of his eyes the cook staring at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, giving him a playful wink. Oh no….

Law sees this and snickers. “Dude I think he likes you.” he says. Zoro snorts. “Yeah right.” Maybe he does because now that he thinks about it, Sanji often riles him up just to get his attention and does that in a flirtatious way. Maybe, just maybe the cook likes him.

Later that evening, the crew plus Law gather round for dinner. “You know Sanji, I have always been curious.” says Usopp. All eyes fall on Sanji who raises an eyebrow.

“About what Usopp?”

“Now, if you were to date a guy, what sort of guy attracts you?” Zoro literally choked when he heard that. Sanji blushes slightly and giggles. Everyone pays attention to Sanji now because now that they think about it, does Sanji even like men?

“I like the bad boys because they can be mysterious but they can be so sexy and fun. He needs to have a soft and warm kind heart and I love it when they have muscles. All the things I could do to him. Watching a man work out turns me on. Oh and if he has a massive dick, extra fun. Just saying all that makes me horny.”

Jaws dropped at that revelation. Who would have thought that Sanji could be perverted? Let alone spill the tea on his secret sexual fantasies like that? Nami and Robin giggle at this whilst Franky and Brook exchange looks.

"Did you hear that?" Law whispers to Zoro. "Why the fuck did he just fucking describe me?" Zoro replies in a hushed tone."But you always hang around women more and flirt with women more," says Usopp.

That is true. "True. But here is a little secret; women reject me but men show more interest in me." Sanji replies. Now that was a huge bombshell no one expected.

"No way!!" Usopp exclaims. Nami and Robin gasped.

"Whoa!!" says Zoro.

"He speaks the truth because I have been noticing how some men tend to look at him," says Law. "No wonder you told me that stuff earlier on," says Zoro as he sips some sake.

"I know it is weird but I speak the truth. Women find me…a little annoying and forward. Men seem to appreciate me more. And yet I cannot bring myself to fully commit to a man." says Sanji

"Why?" Now Zoro was interested. Why does Sanji want to commit to a relationship with a man yet chases after women who do not give a shit about him, save for a few exceptions?

A sad smile appears on Sanji's face. "Past experiences that I would rather not elaborate on for now." Zoro raises an eyebrow. Could it be that Sanji got abused by men in the past?

"Then why do you want a man now?" Usopp asked. "Because I believe in fairytales. Call me a hopeless romantic. Not that I want to hook up right away but I am just thinking of what a great romantic relationship with a man would look and feel like," says Sanji.

One cannot help but kind of feel bad for Sanji. At least they can now understand his behaviour. "Wait…so are you saying that the whole gentleman thing was an act?!" says Brook.

Sanji shakes his head as he sips some wine. "Wrong. Being a gentleman is still a part of my DNA. I will always be that unapologetic flirt and pervert. The difference is that I have multiple layers to me, parts that I ignored right up till this point."

"Multiple layers huh?"

Sanji glares at Zoro and smirks at him. "Classified information Marimo."

"Have you ever slept with a man before?" Franky asked.

A devilish smirk brightens up the cook's face, a facial expression that will continue to haunt Zoro all the days of his life. "Hell yes. Loads of times. Hell I have been gang banged before at the Baratie."

Zoro and Law’s eyes widen in shock at that revelation. So the cook is THAT wild?! "No way!!" Franky exclaims and chuckles. Robin laughs because she always suspected that Sanji was that naughty. Chopper, Luffy, Brook's jaws drop at that revelation. Usopp falls over laughing because he knew. Nami gasps because he did not realize how nasty Sanji actually was.

Sanji meanwhile lights a cigarette and acts as though he did not just say what he said."Do not be fooled by my looks. I can be naughty when I feel like it. I can literally go hardcore if I want to."

"Really? And how many guys banged you that day?" All eyes fall on Zoro at that question. So he was curious. Sani's smirk broadened. "About 10 of them."

Jaws drop at that one. "So you are that wild?!" says Zoro. Sanji grins mischievously, slowly gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the swordsman and leans down to his ear so that only Zoro could hear. "You wanna find out tonight?"

The entire crew snicker because they all knew just how much both men seriously wanted each other. Law nudges Zoro. "Go get him." he says to Zoro who sighs and then gets up and then hoists Sanji onto his shoulder. "Oh you are in a big trouble cook." Sanji giggles as Zoro drags him off to his room. Talk about an explosive beginning to a brand new chapter.

#one piece #sanji #zoro #zosan

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