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secondary blog for my fanfics and thirsty fanart cause i am a coward and refuse to put it on main :p current obsession: gachiakuta (mostly Tamsy) come indulge in the cringe with me >:)

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I just think they're neat

Jokes aside Moliére would absolutely play pranks on the other circus members :p

Keeping things simple lately due to my computer deciding it wants to crash out 😔

I've been wanting to make a ref sheet for Moliére for a while now but havent because drawing on my tablet is weird how do some of yall do it?!? 😫

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So like this was supposed to be done on the 20th for yumay but I'm just glad to be able to draw rn 🥲

Harlequin with Hanahaki disease cause I said so :)

Also happy birthday to Harlequin!!!

I like to theorize if he did get Hanahaki disease the petals would already be decaying because of him having toxins in his body idk how it would work but trust the vision

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SIREN! Tamsy x reader MDNI

A/N: when i said i had things cued up and ready i meant it 😭 u ever feel like like like you just yknow? I wanted there to be more but I feel like this was a good spot to leave it...for now

T/W: blood, kidnapping, uhh manipulation yall know how this goes, Tams is his own warning bruh

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The sound of your phone ringing stirred you from your deep slumber. Blinking away the sleep that had gathered in your eyes you reached out to your nightstand. Fumbling with accepting the call.

"You need to meet me at the lab!" You groaned, checking the time, "right now!"

"But its-" A wail came through the line. It was unlike any you heard, "I'll be there." The call ended and you squealed with excitement. If your team had found a new species it would be just the big break you'd need.

Scrambling out of your bed and not bothering to worry about your appearance you just threw on a hoodie over your pjs and slid on some sandals before heading out. Arriving at the lab you noticed the lights were on meaning your team was already in the lab without you. Rushing into the building you didn't hear your team members. If it was something so important they called you at two in the fucking morning you expected a little more celebration?

Approaching the intake lab you peeked into the room. Inside the specimen tank you noticed your coworkers, floating in the water. Blood swirled around the tank, highlighting the sea creature swimming around. It was big. Pressing back against the wall you felt bile rising in your throat. The emergency valve for the drain was in the room. All you had to do was drain the tank, thats all. Creeping into the room, as if the fish, shark, thing, could see and hear you. That would be stupid though. Bumping into one of the supply carts it jostled, glass bottles clinking together loudly. Then came the slamming against the walls of the tank. Piercing eyes looking right at you while two humanoid hands pressed firmly against the Plexiglas.

Oh fuck.

You ran for it. Abandoning your sandals to get the lever for the drain. Just as the creature burst through the top of the water, leaning dangerously over the edge of the tank, you pulled the lever. Staring right at it you couldn’t help the way your eyes dragged over its human half, long blond and navy hair spilling over its shoulders and back. It smiled, teeth sharp and wicked. Hands flew to cover your ears right as it started to wail. Your hands did little to help, the sound of its wailing turing into a song and bullying its way past your palms and into your brain. Pulling you in like nothing had before. Arms fell to your sides, the song was so nice. Until it stopped.

It seemed the merman, finally realized just what you did. Falling into the tanks remaining water blood mixture. You watched as the bodies of your friends and the mer reached halfway to the bottom. It swam in circles, clearly irritated. When the water had fully drained you hesitated to climb the stairs to the top of the tank. Noticing the merman not moving you rushed into action. Clambering down the ladder and going to your team. Cpr helped to get them breathing again, coughing out the water in their lungs. Deep angry gashes littered their skin but thankfully it didn’t seem like anything fatal. You had to wonder where all of that blood came from. That answer came when you turned to look at the creature. Tail with a harpoon stuck right through it, something you hadn't notice until it was staring right at you.

You were going to regret this.

Despite your team telling you not to, you urged them to go to the hospital, you could handle this. Reluctantly they left, telling you to be careful with the thing. You barely believed yourself when you told them you would be fine.

The maintenance room had just what you needed. It unfortunately wasn't the first time marine life was brought in with injuries like this. Doing your best to hold the power tools and medical supplies while you carefully descended back into the tank. Approaching the merfolk carefully, feeling it watching you behind the curtain of long hair. You continued, setting down the bucket of material and kneeling down beside his tail. Reaching out to touch the wound the tail jerked away causing him to hiss in pain. Despite that pain, it still tried to keep you from touching its tail.

"Stop moving!" Finally snapping at it seemed to be the trick.

Able to observe the wound you worked quickly, taking out the reciprocating saw you saw it tense up. As a precaution you straddled the tail, just to make sure you wouldnt injure it more. Cutting through the metal happened rather quickly but that was the easy part. You didn't bother hesitating, pulling the harpoon out. Webbed hands slammed against the floor of the tank. Still, the mer hadn't thrown you off so you took that as your sign to continue. Cleaning up the wound the best you could, making sure no metal bits were left over before standing.

Stepping away slowly, taking your supplies with you, back up the ladder and down the steps. Closing the emergency drain you started the process of refilling the tank. It took much longer to fill but the mer seemed content. Gathering the water testing kit you climbed up the stairs again, kneeling on the platform to get your sample.

"You're pretty stupid." The low purr of the strange voice was enough to distract you from the insult.

"You can talk?!" Attention flew to the merman that had snuck his way to the right side of you. Holding onto the edge of the tank, shoulders and up being the only parts of him above water.

"Yes." He got closer, amused that you pulled away from the water. Mixing your testing kit altogether while he watched. Now without the fear and panic you were able to really able to grasp the situation. Trying and failing to focus on the results from the test rather than the merman in front of you, staring with curious eyes as he got closer. Slowly but surely you shuffled away until your back hit the metal railings. Watching him huff before sinking back into the water. After a few minutes you looked back into the pool, he was back to swimming in circles. It was mesmerizing, the way he effortlessly glided through the water despite the injury. You almost wanted to just reach out and- fingers brushed the slime coated scales and fins, thick muscles flexing under your touch. As you brought your hand out of the water a cold webbed hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. Face barely peeking above the water while he stared at you.

"Let me study you." The words left you before you had time to comprehend what you were even saying. A specimen like this would be ground-breaking. There had always been whispers that sirens and merfolk existing but they were usually dismissed because of how difficult they were to capture. The merman laughed, dropping the grip he had on your arm to hold his stomach. Deciding to do something stupid you kicked off your sandals, rolling your pjs up and plopping your legs into the side of the tank.

"You really are stupid aren't you?" He drew closer, curious webbed hands finding your legs, "you wish to study me?"

"Yes!" Ignoring the way he prodded your calves, "I've never even seen a merman before, I just have so many questions." He hummed, a sound which reverberated through the water.

"You may, if you get me out of here." He had pulled himself up, either hand on each of your knees and slotting himself in-between them.

"I-I can't do that." Your cheeks burned, when he was this close it was hard to deny he was attractive.

"Come on," he cooed, one hand leaving your knee to brush unkempt hair from your face, "you can for me, can't you?" Wet fingers stroked your cheek and it made you shiver.

"But I wouldn't have anywhere to put you." He smiled when you said that, something more innocent looking than it should've been.

"Humans have bathtubs no?"

So now, here you were, wheeling a merman out to your car in the wee hours of the morning. He wouldn't fit in your tub you were sure of it but there was a part of you that just felt like you had to try. He was able to lift himself into the backseat with your help, squeezing his tail in just enough for you to close the door. It was a bad idea, it was such a bad idea but the prospect of having this research be yours and yours alone was enough to distract you from that fact. He was able to somewhat fit in your tub, his tail stuck out but he didn't seem to mind draping it over the edge to hang. Keeping the trolly in your living room you wished him a goodnight before going back to bed.

The next few days you spent dodging your teams questions, lying and saying you released the thing back into the sea. They were disappointed but said it would be for the best. Tamsy, the merman in your bathtub, eased your guilt by describing the awful things they did to him. He described the events like you were some kind of savior. And you believed him. The attention was certainly making you feel like less of a piece of shit, whatever to help you sleep at night. As you learned about merpeople he learned about humans, a fair trade you thought. Considering you were also housing him, feeding him and fulfilling any little requests he had.

"You've been distracted ever since that night." Your team ambushed you in the break room.

"Have I?"

"Yes!"

"Look we don't know what’s going through your head, it was a lot to deal with that night, we just want you to know we're here for you."

"I- thank you."

"Why don't you go home? Take some time to rest."

"Yeah, thank you."

The drive home was quiet as you mulled in your thoughts. Having a merman in your home was bad news, he was so pretty it was distracting. All you wanted to do was talk with him all the time. Hell you almost ordered a massive tank to your house because he had been stuck in your bathtub. Pulling out your keys you went to unlock the front door but found it was already unlocked. Shaking it off you figured you forgot this morning. Further into your house you noticed shoe prints on your floor, they certainly weren't yours. The sound of splashing made your heart drop. Running to the bathroom you were met with a sight. Tamsy completely ripping someone to shreds, tearing into flesh with sharp teeth and claws. You screamed, unable to stop yourself from scrambling away but slipping on the carpet and falling flat on your ass. He finally noticed you, pulling away from his victim, dropping them on the tiled floor in a bloody heap. You realized you had been wrong about your classification entirely, this wasn't a merman.

"You're home early." He sounded almost disappointed, licking the blood from his claws with a long tongue. "You look shocked, you didn't think all I eat is fish, do you?"

"But- then why haven't you eaten me!?"

"Because, you're still useful to me," he lifted himself out of the tub, "now I can reward you." His tail began to split, two long legs taking its place. You averted your eyes when he stood.

"You could've done that this whole time!?" He breathed out a shaky laugh.

"Technically yes but its more complicated than that," he was already in front of you, squatting down caressing your face, "you understand don't you?" That voice, lulled you in. It was dangerous, he was dangerous.

"You killed that guy."

"And humans have killed thousands of us," he smiled, "he won't go to waste, I'll finish him later," that was a sentence you hadn't planned on hearing ever, "for now though." Cold lips pressed into yours, the taste of blood hit you and his hold on your face made you unable to pull away.

It was intoxicating, made your head swirl. And the room started to swirl. Then he pulled away you couldn't help but giggle. It turned into a fit of laughter, the room becoming various shades and colour's. You couldn't tell if it had been mere minutes or several hours when you felt your mind slip into unconsciousness. The last thing you saw was Tamsy in your bathroom sitting on the edge of the tub and staring at you.

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Your head throbbed something vicious when you woke. Limbs still heavy with sleep, tingling in that static like way. The air was cool and your ears felt as if they needed to be popped. As you finally found the strength to open your eyes and move your heart nearly lurched out of your chest.

Where the hell?

"You're awake!" Tamsy's voice echoed around you, bouncing off the walls of the cave covered in glowing algae. The bioluminescence bright enough to let you see him hoist himself out of the water and onto the sea grass you were sprawled upon. You immediately noted that the sea grass looked like it had been moved here.

"Wh-Where-" a cough cut you off, shivers racking through your body.

"It's best you rest for now," he shushed you, cold webbed hands grabbing and pulling you in closer, "this is the best place for you." His body was colder than the room but he was much stronger and larger than you.

Clearing your itchy throat you managed to speak without coughing, "But I can't- I can't stay here."

"Of course you can, I've made this special for you," he motioned to the cave around you, "it took me months to get just right."

"Months?"

"Oh dear, you didn't think your team just happened to be lucky?" An almost cruel laugh left him, his tail swishing in the water and mimicking his amusement.

"What?"

"Now now, you really shouldn't look at me like that, you'll break my heart," pushing your head back into his solid form, claws flexing against your scalp in warning, "it took time and a little humiliation on my end but I got what I wanted." He pulled clawed fingers through your wet locks, leaning his head atop yours like a lover would.

There was a silence that settled in the cave save for the occasional dripping and flow of water. As you got a better look of your surroundings it was obvious the rock had been carved out. Everything was placed or done with intention.

A large patch of sea grass lined most of the ground. Up a few carved steps was a large bed, sheer curtains falling around it. You spotted a pile of familiar looking items, specifically your personal belongings.

"I haven't had a chance to sort those out yet," he paused sliding you off him so he could slip back into the water, "everything a human woman could ever want is here but should you ever require anything please let me know."

"I want to go home." He simply hummed at that as he began retreating further into the pool. Eyes never leaving yours for a second even as he was getting swallowed by the water.

"Anything else?"

You responded with silence knowing it was pointless, watching as he completely disappeared under the water. Swimming off somewhere. After a minute you moved, trying to find any sort of possible exit that didn't involve leaving the same way he did. It took no longer than five minutes to realize your only option would be diving into the water. Dipping a foot in you retracted it quickly, the water frigid to the touch.

Just where the fuck did he take you? And just how the fuck did he get you here?

Finding solace in the bed you hiccupped and sobbed. Tears sliding down your cheeks pathetically. He planned this. Made you believe he was helpless in order to appeal to you, to get close and make you drop your guard. All to steal you away? What was the point?

Tamsy watched from the water as you cried yourself to sleep. You would get used to it. This life he made for you. But for now, he had to deal with the backlash from his advisor.

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More A/N: If i had a nickel for everytime ive written about our dear reader being kidnapped by the same guy id have two nickels, which isnt so weird considering the guy is known for kidnapping people

But like siren tams :)) fishy

I kinda wanna do one with like the tentacle version I did of him cause I was writing this one and then did the siren/merman art of him

I would love to do a whole thing where the sphere is like this underwater kingdom and the cleaners are ocean cleaners but really theyre trying to find out more about mer and stuff (people know the city/kingdom exists they just dont know how to get to it) and tamsy can turn into a full human and rudo came from the water and all that stuff its a whole thing I'll get to eventually

Truly a time gah I love this dumb ahh man, I'll see how things go ahh mf, bro has no clue whats happening next but is on a mission and I love it

See yall next time ✌️😫

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YuMay has aligned (almost) perfectly with Pierrots birthday ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And considering today it's giving gifts...i'm just gonna leave this here

If you're wondering about mc i legit made it similar to myself I wont lie >.> it made it so much easier than trying to design one (I'm not kidding this is the most self insert crap I've done ever and I've got the fucking track record of an Olympian)

Also who doesn't like titties I know I wouldn't complain 👀

let us romance the girl ghost clown neko

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Forbidden Fruit [Nerona Imu x Reader] MDNI

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A/N: Yall ready for something nobody asked for except a very small group of people (i am the small group)

Oda cant give me a pretty boy who's evil im gonna do things to them like write fanfics and draw them in slutty lil outfits (this one is just fic tho)

Additional Tags: isekai reader (weird ik), smut (ofc), Shamrock and Gunko are there too like a lil bit, same with the Gorosei, lil out of character ngl, I tried to do the whole old timey speech stuff with imu so we'll see how that goes

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Bolting upright you found yourself in a sunroom. Large windows circling the room letting in natural sunlight made the place seem ethereal. The greenest grass you’ve ever seen with beautiful flowers and trees climbing the walls. The garden was beautiful and yet eerie. You had no clue where you were, nor how you even got here in the first place. A dream most likely. If you didn’t know where you were, you’d find out.

Yet you continued to lay in the grass, not moving an inch due to how comfortable you were feeling. A butterfly had come to land atop your forehead, large blue wings covering part of your vision. Maybe it wouldnt be so bad to stay? Especially since more butterflies had come to land on you. When the butterflies tried landing on your face you decided that was enough butterflies, carefully plucking them off your forehead and cheeks you opened your eyes. In front of you was a little trail of butterflies. It was certainly an odd sight, especially as the ones you plucked off your face then joined the line. Not a coincidence. Standing up, making sure to avoid crushing any butterflies you followed the trail all the way to the back of the room. There was a recessed shelf, covered by vines and butterflies landing in a perfect circle around it. Reaching your hand in it landed on something smooth and round. You managed to pull it out and in your hand was an apple. It was a little big for an apple and you looked at the butterlfies, half expecting them to talk to you but that never happened. It just looked so appetizing. Taking a bite it had the worst taste. All the butterflies fluttered away as a looming shadow spooked them and you. In your surprise you gulped down the nasty tasting apple. Grumbling and twisting around to the culprit you found none other than Imu.

Oh.

Oh you were fucked.

Scrambling away from the figure your back hit the vine covered wall, you tried to formulate some sort of sentence. A defense against why you were here or how you were here. Two things you didnt have the answer to. Imu didn't speak, just watched you with curious eyes. Shadows swirled around them before dropping revealing the human form underneath. You were speechless, staring up in awe at the individual. How could someone so deplorable and so vile be so attractive? He squatted down, arms resting on his knees while keeping his gaze locked on you. The man was certainly tall you would give him that.

Maybe he was like a t Rex? If you didn’t move he wouldnt be able to see you? At least that was your plan until a butterfly landed on your head. He reached forward so gently, taking the butterfly onto a finger and presenting it to you. It took you a moment to realize what he wanted and thus you brought your hand up to the butterfly. Fingers brushing against his own as the insect slowly made its was onto your hand. You watched to make sure it didn't fall, zeroing in on the butterfly to ignore the actual threat caging you in. The transfer was complete and with it you brought the butterfly closer, seemingly forgetting all about Mr. Evil lucifer devil incarnate in favor of the pretty wings that slowly lowered and raised. Though his eyes were still burning holes into you they weren't as bad as when you had a distraction.

"Do you like butterflies?" The question slipped out before you could stop it. You refused to look at Imu, too scared to even think about the reprimands. Who were you? Just some strange woman that showed up in HIS flower room and ate what you now assumed to be a devil fruit. You were surprised he didn't vaporize you on the fucking spot.

"Imu," he started slowly, reaching a hand out, "Doth like pretty things." His hand passed by the butterfly on your finger and instead grazed under your chin, guiding you to look at him. You squirmed a little under his stare, shutting your eyes as it became too intense to handle. Even after his hand moved to brush some of your hair back, you kept your face where he wanted. You knew when to pick your battles and this was not one of them.

"Thou art such a pretty thing." Eyes snapped open at those words.

No. No. No no no no no no no nonononononono.

He couldn't.

But he could.

Shadows enveloped him and he turned back into the familiar blob of a person you had known, standing upright just as the doors to the flower room opened. Gunko appeared from the mess of flowers and overgrowth, as if knowing exactly where you and Imu were. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, rage filled and without hesitation an arrow was pointed right at your face. Ready to dispose of you at a moments notice. But when Imu raised a hand she lowered her arrow.

The two remained in a standstill. Having a silent argument until finally Gunko turned and left. Though the look she gave you before leaving meant she would return. The holy knight couldnt return faster as you were once again left with Imu. You didn't know what he was planning but it certainly wasn't anything good.

It wasn't good.

Gunko had come back with clothes for you to change into. You didn't get any privacy either, just forced to put on this flowy dark gown that much to your dismay did not cover much. It was beautiful and silky but the plunging neckline nearly reached your belly button. Either side of the skirt had slits high enough that one wrong move and things would go from an E rating to an R rating.

Gunko took your old clothes, shoes, everything and left with them. Mentioning something about burning them. The moment the doors shut Imu turned to you, eyes flicking over your body and he hummed, pleased. The shadows fell once more revealing that stupidly attractive human like form of his. He took your hand, surprisingly gently and in a movement faster than you could process, slid a black ring onto your finger. You blinked, bringing your hand up to look at it closer.

"Thine heart I will make mine." The declaration would've been romantic had it not been from Imu. Literal devil man. Why he wanted your heart you couldn't understand.

"But why?" Your hand flew to your chest and the ring felt heavy and tight on your finger.

"Because I wish it so, thou art a goddess among even immortal men." His words were sweet but you couldn't shake the things he'd done.

"I am no goddess." Your words shocked yourself, not used to sounding so formal. It was likely because of where you were and who you were speaking to. You went to take the ring off but found that you couldnt. Imu simply placed his hand over yours to stop you.

"Thou wishes to be without Mu?"

"I-" you gulped, choosing your words carefully, "It's not that, its that I barely know you," you blurted out the next thing that came to mind, "at least court me." A blush warmed your face at the thought, cheeks growing rosy as he drew closer. He looked so innocent like this, despite the horns and the tattoos and everything. The man looked downright sinful like this and he had to know it, surely he knew.

"If that is thine wish," he placed a tender kiss on your hand right where the ring was, "but Mu's ring shall stay." The words were final, sealing your fate like some cruel joke.

The shadows consumed his form again and he walked out of the flower room. Leaving you standing there unsure what to do. Looking around there was nothing but vegetation and some life in the form of butterflies, that you could see. If you tried to leave would you even be able to? Would Imu let you?

Part of you wanted to go just to see what would happen. Of course the other part urged you to stay put, scared of the consequences. This was the king of the world after all and he didn't get to that point in life because he was nice. Though if you just played stupid, maybe it would work out?

Your feet moved first, carrying you across the grassy room to the doors. They were tall and intimidating but they swung open easily enough. The hall was large and dark but you pressed on, cringing when the floor went from the warm grass to the cold stone. Trying your best to be stealthy. Things were so far so good, you hadn't run into a single soul, even after descending into the lower levels of Pangea Castle. Stopping at one of the large windows you saw the courtyard, you wanted to go there, feel the rays of the sun and breathe the fresh air. With a new mission in mind you went down further finding no trouble until you were in the courtyard.

Just as you thought the sun felt very nice and the air was fresh. Even if all you were doing was trading one garden for another, this one was at the very least outside. You found yourself picking flowers from the bushes, roses and hydrangeas, anything that looked pretty. The sound of a throat clearing had you nearly drop the flowers.

"Sorry I-" you were certain the man could see your face pale, but the red head just sighed and pulled out a den den mushi.

Shamrock, the last Holy Knight you ever wanted to encounter, stood a couple feet from you. It was here that you noticed you had grown taller. Your eyes now level to Shamrocks, despite being level with Gunko's earlier. It had only been maybe thirty minutes since you'd arrived. Shamrocks voice cut through your thoughts.

"Yeah, I found her."

"Excellent work as always Shamrock, bring her back inside before someone sees her." The voice of the Gorosei sounded before the den den mushi clicked.

Shamrocks bored eyes fell to you, "I don't know why it's so important to them that you stay inside, I've never seen you around before but lets go." He started walking off but you didn't follow which only annoyed him. He turned on his heel marching back to grab you, rather harshly, before heading towards the castle.

"Get your hands off me!" You had lost half the flowers you picked due to his manhandling. Ripping your hand free you spun around to pick up the dropped flowers, their stems now broken and petals crumpled. Only getting a few of the flowers before Shamrock was there, crushing them under his foot right in front of you.

What a dick head.

You looked up at him, brows knit together as you picked up the flowers anyway. Pushing his foot away so you could scoop up the squashed petals, or as many as you could anyway. You could hear him clicking his tongue everytime you went to grab another partly squished rose or hydrangea. This was his fault, he could stand there and deal with it. Once you had picked up as many flowers and petals as you could you stood up straight, ignoring Shamrock as you spun around to enter the castle. He followed after you, sticking close by.

"Why go through all that effort for shitty flowers?" You swore a vein popped out of your forehead.

"They're not shitty flowers," you took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, "and you didn't have to be so rude yo-mmph!?" In the blink of an eye you were forced against a wall, Shamrocks hand slapped over your mouth as he leaned in dangerously close.

"I will not be insulted by the likes of you," his breath was hot, fanning over your neck and shoulder making goosebumps rise across your skin, "dressed like a harlot," he grabbed your hand, making you drop the flowers once more as he pinned it above your head, "if I'm quick I can make good use of that tongue of yours."

You take it back you want to be back in the room of flowers.

"Shamrock." The voice of Gunko came from the right of you, Shamrock barely acknowledged her presence as he was more focused on you.

"I'm busy." He went to take your chin between his fingers but an arrow from Gunko stopped him from doing so.

"I highly recommend you release her."

"Why?"

"She is the Great One's intended." As soon as those words fell from her lips Shamrock had practically vanished from your side.

"I see." Straightening himself out your eyes flicked to Gunko, who still seemed pissed but when her eyes fell on you they widened a little.

"I'll bring her-"

"No, I can bring her, find someone to clean up this mess." Shamrock took you by the wrist, pulling you along much more gently than before.

"Of course commander." She practically spat out the last part, staying behind to watch you both disappear down the hall. Once alone with Shamrock you pried your hand from his grip once again but didn’t stop walking.

"You will not speak a word of what happened." You only hummed in response but he said nothing more. Bringing you to the Gorosei as intended before seeing himself out. Standing before them they collectively sighed as soon as the door shut.

"You mustn't do that again."

"Great Imu has been awaiting your presence."

"Have one of the holy knights with you at all times."

The list went on about their concerns, positive the only reason they werent insulting you like Shamrock did is because they had been informed of your position. It wasn't until they finally stopped that you were able to get a word in.

"May I have something to eat?"

"Yes, the Great One is awaiting your presence." Saint Jupiter stood and guided you himself, opening the door to let you in.

There was Imu, waiting for you and sitting on one of the couches. Saint Jupiter shut the door and the moment it closed Imu's shadows fell from his body. He watched intensely as you took stiff little steps over to sit across from him. Only to stop at the sound of his voice.

"I want thou to sit here." Your eyes looked back at him to see him patting a spot beside him on the couch. Ok not too bad, you could do that. Changing course to sit beside him you were just sitting down when he moved. Pulling you to sit on his lap rather than on the couch. You knew it before but being so close to him made you realize just how big the man was, even with your own recent growth spurt. You were deathly still not wanting to move a muscle in his lap. Still you found it in you to look up at him, slowly raising your head. He was staring down at you the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

"I changed thy mind," The cheeky bastard pulled you impossibly close, using his free hand to motion to the table, "thou shall eat." You scanned the table, noting the various delicious looking foods laid out. Imu said nothing, just grabbed one of the plates and held it in front of you. Taking it with shaking hands you realized you were pretty hungry, eating wouldnt be so bad, right?

"Thank you." You spotted your reflection in the polished silver, holding back a gasp at the sight. Two horns had grown from your head. No wonder Gunko looked at you like that. Not only had you grown around the same height as Shamrock, two horns now sprouted from your head like they belonged there. Imu picked up one of the fruits on the plate and held it to your lips. You took it, another thank you slipping from you as you started to eat.

He watched you, not saying a word the entire time. Only taking the plate when you were finished and swapping it out with another one. And another one. It got to the point you didn't want to finish your plate. When he held yet another plate to you thats when you raised your hands to put a stop to it.

"I can't take anymore." You looked up at him once more, pleading with your eyes as they locked onto his red ones. He set the plate down onto the couch, never once breaking eye contact, stood with you in his arms and carried you further into the room. You looked around and gulped at where he was taking you. A large bed, bigger than any you'd seen in your life stood tall. Four posts that went to the cieling, curtains that covered each side and a mass of luxurious pillows and sheets adorning the bed. He set you down onto the bed, kneeling lower and resting his head in your lap.

"I wish to devour thee." His nails traced along your thighs, the fabric from the dress doing little to hide you from him.

"Devour me?" There was a glint in his eye as his tongue darted out along his lips.

"Allow Mu to show thee." He shrugged his cape off, leaving his upper half completely exposed. His hands hooked under your knees and pulled your legs over his shoulders. Your face grew hot, heart pounding in your ribcage as you realized his attention was entirely focused on your covered cunt. When he pulled the silky fabric out of the way, it now made sense why he had you wear this dress.

"Wh-what happened to courting me?!" Your thighs clamped shut around his head and you felt a huff leave him, breath fanning over your exposed pelvis causing goosebumps to form.

"I have been so very patient," he placed his cheek against your knee unable to tear his eyes away from what he wanted most at the current moment, "thy Goddess shalt gift thine God."

It clicked.

If he didn’t see you as this supposed Goddess you were certain you would be in no position to argue. Fucking dead for starters. But the king of the world was on his knees before you, a moment you were certain nobody else got to ever see. And if they ever did see it, they were destined for death. He didn't see you as beneath him but worthy to stand beside him, something you couldn't quite grasp.

Your breath hitched when he moved, hands holding your knees apart so he could finally get what he wanted. He licked at your cunt, testing the waters before diving right in. Your hands fumbled to grab the sheets at the intense assault on your core. There was no slow build up, no easing into it. Just his mouth lapping and sucking on your cunt like a man starved. Teeth nipped at your clit before special care was placed on it, he sucked on it hard, making your vision go white for a moment. He continued like that, diving his tongue into your fluttering walls, licking a stripe up to your clit before sucking on it briefly. Your skin shone with sweat, breathing heavy as little mewls and moans slipped past your lips. Head hitting the mattress while your back arched, that wave of intense pleasure washing over you. Imu didn't bother lifting his head, just continued his actions right through your orgasm. It dawned on you what he meant as you felt your body flush with heat. His tongue lapping at whatever slick had spilled out of you. You tried to wiggle away but his sharp nails just dug into your thighs and pulled you right back to him. You choked back a sound, unable to escape as he placed an arm over your hips, keeping you pinned to the bed while he did what he wished. Your legs trembled, little shocks going through your system every time he sucked on your clit. That hot coil found its way in the pit of your belly, snapping and once again you back arched off the bed. One of your hands flew to the horn on his head, gripping onto it tightly before your grip went lax.

"I-Imu." You gasped when he went back in, ignoring your cries that got drowned out from the obscene slurping coming from between your legs. He ignored the tears that fell from your cheeks. Ignored when your hands found his horns, basically using them as handlebars to hold on tight as he coaxed you to come again.

And again.

And again.

You were nothing but a babbling mess when he finally pulled away. Unwrapping your hands from his horns and letting your legs, trembling and boneless, drop. While you laid there, breathless in your orgasm induced delirium, he watched. Hungry red eyes raking over every inch of your body, shining with sweat, he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted more. Your bleary eyes looked up at him and he felt his chest tighten. Everything in this world was his, his to control, his to have. You were part of that world but you were so much more. Part of him blamed it on the devil fruit you had eaten but the other part couldn't care less. His Goddess was here now, his Queen, his equal, laid out all pretty for him. He had tried to be patient at your request, held out for as long as he could. But when you looked at him with those eyes, sitting in his lap oh so perfect, while your body shivered at his touch. How could he resist?

You felt the bed dip beside you. Brain finding its way from the fog clouding it just in time to register that Imu was pulling you to him. Tucking your body in close to his own. You couldnt even argue if you wanted, the warmth of him comforting your spent body and aching muscles. You relished in the way he seemed to just completely surround your senses. The press of his erection to your backside stirred you to life.

Oh damn.

It wouldnt be...such a bad thing to indulge, would it?

Shifting your body so you faced him he observed with half lidded eyes. Keeping his head propped with a hand while the other traced up and down your hip. With a rush of boldness, you kissed him, hands tangling into long wavy hair. You could taste yourself on his lips and it made that fire reignite in the pit of your belly. His hand brushed against the silk of your dress, soaked from his earlier assault on your cunt. He gripped the fabric, pulling it off your body so he could see all of you. His hands moved, hoisting you up so he could sit you atop his lap while he rest against the pillows. As you parted from the kiss and sat up fully, straddling him, you felt a wave of confidence. His hands stroking from your thighs up to your hips and back down again.

"I shall be thy throne." His words hung in the air, it made your cheeks flush.

Sucking in a breath you nodded and readied yourself, lifting your hips, using a hand to guide him to your still soaked slit. You could feel his nails dig into your skin in anticipation and you could see his tail flicking in and out of your peripheral. With a shaky breath you sunk down on his length, the stretch was so so so good. Warm gummy walls sucked him in deeper until you sat flush against him. You watched closely as small shadows flitted around him, long hair splayed on the bed. He was so pretty.

The sound that left you when he stirred his hips made his eyes blow wide. You gripped at his chest, struggling to find purchase as he began lifting you up and down his cock slowly. The drag was intense letting you feel every inch of him and his hands moved to rest on your thighs as you started moving yourself. Your eyes locked together as the pace remained slow and steady. One of his hands coming up to caress your cheek.

You should've known the slow and almost romantic moment the two of you were sharing wouldn't last. It took maybe a couple of minutes before he grew impatient. Spearing his cock into you seemed to be the only thing on his mind.

Feet planted firmly into the mattress he lifted his hips to meet yours brutally. Being reduced to nothing more than a cock drunk mess, a fact he relished in. Only he would see you like this. Only he would have the pleasure of you wrapped around him like this, his Goddess, taking him so well. At the sudden loss of movement you whined, a loud slick pop sounding as you felt him slip out of your greedy cunt.

"Imu." The sound of his name rolled off your lips like a sweet nectar, it stirred the man and you were underneath him in the blink of an eye. He hooked one of your legs over his arm as he slipped back in, slamming his hips against yours and making you arch when he hit so so deep.

Unable to stop the moans that he ripped from your throat with each thrust you reached up, managing to find his horns you grabbed onto them once more and pulled. Smashing your lips into his, hungry and needy, he obliged. All tongues and teeth, swallowing any and all sounds the other made.

His movements got sloppy and the grip he had on you started to hurt, long fingers pressing deep into the skin hard enough to leave marks.

You broke the kiss when he hit a spot deep within you that made you scream. He shifted to bully that spot that made you go wild. Your hands fell from his horns to grab at the sheets and your mouth fell open as it all came crashing down. He stilled, coating your abused walls white with his release as shadows burst from him. There was a moment of silence, interrupted only by your heavy breaths, that you both remained exactly as you were. Imu looked at you, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss you oh so softly. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, attempting to get him to lay down right on top of you. Instead he flipped around, stroking your hair as you laid atop him. He was so warm and you were so tired.

Imu watched your breathing become even, your eyes struggling to stay open only to slide shut in the end. He carefully moved so you laid on the bed, pulling the covers over your body to keep you warm. He couldn't deny the feeling he got when looking at you. That devil fruit you ate was going to do him in one of these days but he yearned to know where you came from and how you made it into his garden in the first place. Not a single soul had entered since Rocks and even then it looked like you had merely appeared from thin air just to be his.

His Goddess.

His Queen.

His Lillith.

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So like I have theories, what is Lili was short for Lilith ok hear me out, theres a devils fruit why not have a Lilith fruit or something idk

But like imagine a Lilith fruit, the implications guyssss, think about the implications, a lot of modern media depict Lilith as Lucifers wife and I feel like (ik its Imu but hear me outtt)

If Imu had someone he actually considered an equal (which is impossible but such is the joys of fanfic)

How would he treat a person he actually considers an equal? (I cant imagine he would ever view someone as above himself)

I like to imagine he would treat that person with utmost care and be a lil selfish with them (he's suffered so much yknow)

They would see a side of Imu nobody has seen in who knows how long (look at how he reacted to seeing Ragnir and Nidhogg, bro was smiling)

Devil fruits are weird yknow, if we look at Imu's we know its very strong and im just saying what if there was another devil fruit to actively counteract his own (and like mess with his literal thought process the way his messes with those under his covenant)

Ok enough of my ramblings, sorry if it was a little all over the place, some of these one shots from my drafts I work on before bed when im not completely exhausted so continuity be damned

Thanks for reading ✌️😌

[uwubabymans]

Trap of Love Pt 4 [Tamsy Caines x reader] - MAJOR SPOILERS

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A/N: sorry for the delay this one felt weird but i think it turned out good in the end :p

T/W: blood, jabber is his own warning tbh

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Kid Jabber ended up being your problem.

Every week when you came into town to sell your goods he was there like clockwork. It didn’t matter if you told him to go hang out with other kids his age or to not bother with you, the little shit insisted on spending his time with you. Whenever you left the back of the shop, ready to treat yourself to something new, he was there waiting for you. How he had tracked you here you didn’t want to know you just knew he was persistent.

“Did you make bank or what!?” Jabber was perched atop the same dumpster, grinning in that slightly insane way only he could pull off. You took a mental note of the fresh bruises littering his skin. You don’t question it. You learned early on not to question it.

“Be quiet will you!” Your head whipped around to make sure nobody passing by heard him, thankfully this time, nobody did. The last time it happened ended up being a nightmare. He jumped off the dumpster, waiting for you to start moving.

“Yeah yeah I know,” he raised his hands in mock defense, “you know I can fight anyone off.”

“You are like fourteen, I am not having you fight people.”

“Fifteen, and I like fighting people, you’re no fun.”

“Then why do you hang around me?”

“Cause I think ya got some kinda mystery going on, shrouded in a cloak tryin’ to be all y’know.” He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers trying to get the point across.

“Right, it’s not because I get you food every week?” You looked down at the boy, who straightened out a little and cleared his throat.

“That too.” He was completely shameless. Though he did help keep unwanted attention off you by instead having it focused on him.

Needless to say, your relationship had become on of him using you and you using him. You said nothing more and started walking out of the alleyway. He began going on about a new place that opened up, something he’d been trying to get you to try for the last couple of weeks. Finally you relented, letting him lead you to the restaurant with a skip in his step that you only ever saw after he would get hurt from fighting someone. Getting to the restaurant you ordered and sat down to eat. The place ended up having some outdoor seating which is exactly where you both sat. After a few bites he was looking at you expectantly.

“What?”

“Shits good right?”

“Yes, shits good.” The grin that split his face at your words made you shake your head. It was definitely a good meal you would give him that.

“So what’s the plan after this?” He had such bad timing, you swallowed what was in your mouth.

“The usual? Groceries and then head home?” That was all you had planned today, Granny asked you to pick up a few things she was running low on and other than that you just wanted to go and relax, listen to the radio, repair some trash.

“Man, you should come to my place.”

“Jabber I am not going to your place.” You made air quotes for the last part.

“Why not!? I’ve got tons of cool stuff and ya won’t have to walk alllllll that way home.” You quirked a brow at him but he seemed to be determined, whispering little “c’mons,” at you as if that would convince you faster.

“Fine,” you crumpled up the food wrapper and stood, “we’ll go but I’m not staying.”

“I’ll take that as a win.”

He led the way, sauntering all the way there. Clearly excited. You knew he didn’t have many other friends, the way he fought everyone who so much as breathed in his direction being part of the reason. He had asked to fight you several times but after telling him you weren’t a fighter he finally gave up. You couldn’t even count how many twists and turns he took before proudly presenting the makeshift door to his supposed home. He ushered you inside and you pursed your lips at the sight of the place. It was giving Denji from Chainsaw man but somehow worse. The space was maybe five cubic feet with no windows, there was a broken chair in one of the corners and a tattered blanket on the floor that was clearly meant to mark a sleeping area.

“Pretty sick right?”

“I- Jabber,” you let out a cough to try and cover up the look on your face, you turned and placed both hands on his shoulders, you couldn’t believe you were about to do this, “why don’t you come to my place instead.”

“Wait, seriously!?” You nodded, “Oh hell yea,” he didn’t hesitate to follow you, “I always wondered where you lived, it’s so far away.” He continued to ramble on, asking you dumb questions like how you lived or if the Granny you talked about was as scary as you were. For once the walk wasn’t monotonous, Jabber served as a distraction from your thoughts. Thoughts about the Sphere and how things were going since you had left. Ever since finding your parents a few months back you worried Rudo and Regto may have gotten tangled in with your mess but thankfully, so far, that didn’t seem to be the case. After all you were sure Tamsy just couldn’t wait to kill the man in front of his adoptive child. You had barely tuned back into Jabber’s rambling, he said something about his latest escapades when it came to fighting. You pretended to listen, nodding along and making eye contact when needed. At the sight of the house in the distance you picked up the pace a little. Jabber stopped talking and looked ahead, letting his excitement get the better of him as he darted on ahead of you. He waited for you by the door and you were certain it was only because you had told him to.

“Alright lets check out these digs.” The boy was practically vibrating where he stood, you rolled your eyes and laughed under your breath. Swinging the door open you heard Granny singing along to the radio in the kitchen.

“Granny! I’m home, I brought a…” you paused looking over to Jabber before shrugging, “I brought a friend!” He followed behind you, taking in the surroundings as quickly as possible.

“Look at you making friends,” Granny stood by the entryway to the kitchen, ladle in hand, an almost too sweet smile on her face, “what did I tell you about keeping hidden.” She smacked you over the head with the utensil, hot soup droplets scalding your skin.

“Ow! I’m sorry but the kid was persistent.” Attempting to block another smack with your arms did no good, the soup still burned. She had that look on her face the one that screamed disappointed but knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Her attention fell to Jabber and you elbowed him.

“The names Jabber.” Granny pursed her lips, eyes examining the boy.

“Alright.” She spun around, heading back into the kitchen. Rinsing off the ladle before plopping it right back into the pot, “does this one need a place to stay?” Granny didn’t bother turning, just kept stirring her pot.

“I mean-“

“There’s only one reason you would bring him here child.” You hated how she knew your thought process so easily.

“Yeah.” Utterly defeated you looked over to Jabber, who was looking at the floor with an expression you couldn’t read.

Granny didn’t say anything else on the matter, just asked how the day was and talked to Jabber as if he had always lived with you both. You kept your responses short, setting the groceries on the counter before nudging the kid and excusing yourselves from Granny, telling her you had to wash up. Mostly Jabber needed a bath really fucking badly. He followed without question and hesitated when you got to the bathroom.

“Please tell me you know how to wash yourself.” His eyes snapped to you and he nodded a little too quickly.

“Y-yeah,” you quirked a brow, it was so unlike Jabber to be so unsure, “this is dope.” Like a switch had flipped he was back to being that reckless unapologetic kid you’d come to know.

As he was shutting the door you remembered, “I’ll get you some spare clothes.” The door swung back open.

“Seriously!?” He grinned, “and new clothes?” You snorted.

“Yes, now seriously,” you mocked his excited tone, “get in the damn bath.” He gave you a lounging salute and shut the door.

Shaking your head you went down the hall, pulling down the hatch for the attic and climbing up the ladder. The bin you wanted was pushed into a far corner labeled ‘Boys’ with thick permanent marker. Using your finger you smudged the dust around to make a smiley face on the lid before popping it off to dig around inside. Pulling out a couple outfits for him to choose from you went back downstairs, knocking on the bathroom door you waited for Jabber to respond before entering.

“I think these’ll fit? Not sure so I got a few different sizes.” Jabber was sitting in the tub, bubbles nearly spilling over the edge of the bath, playing with a couple rubber ducks you had salvaged a couple weeks ago.

“Oh sweet!” You set the clothes on the counter, not missing the way the bruises on his skin only got worse where his clothes usually covered. Again you held your tongue, finding special interest in making sure he had clean towels for when he got out.

“Supper should be ready soon.” You hesitated at the door before shutting it. Though it killed you not to ask or even say anything you didn’t want to push the subject. Pushing off the door you went to help Granny with dinner, with what she would let you help with anyway. Setting the table for three, you just finished up when Jabber walked out. Urging him to take a seat he seemed a little out of place, sitting a little too stiffly in his chair. Granny brought the pot over and set it in the center of the table, scooping the stew into each bowl and taking her seat. The moment she started eating you signalled Jabber to do so as well with a small kick under the table. Between bites Granny asked Jabber some of the same things she’d asked you, likes, dislikes, anything she thought of. The kid did his best to answer her rapid-fire questions and you were glad Granny didn’t ask him any serious questions, though she would eventually, she spared him tonight. The typical routine was followed, washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen, while Jabber watched unsure of what to do.

“Okay,” wiping your hands off on a dish towel you hung it up on the handle of the oven, “let’s get you set up.” You waved for Jabber to follow you down the hall, stopping at the door across from yours and popping it open. He walked in, the room coated in a thick layer of dust like yours had been when you first arrived. “You know what, I’ll go grab some cleaning stuff.”

After getting what you needed both you and Jabber worked on cleaning up the room. Wiping down most surfaces and changing the sheets out, fluffing out the pillows, doing anything you had the energy for in that moment. You were just finishing up with the windows when Jabber spoke up.

“So you gonna tuck me in too?” You half turned to see him lying in the bed with the covers pulled up to his chin.

You snorted, “you wish.” Tossing the cloth at him he reeled back, barely getting out of the way in time.

“Hey! That’s playing dirty, literally!” He tossed the cloth back.

“Well you’re big enough to tuck yourself in,” he pouted at your words, “don’t give me that.” You gathered up the dirty cloths and cleaning supplies and wished him a goodnight, even as he grumbled about wanting to be tucked in. Unable to stop the smile that bloomed on your face you simply shook your head with a sigh.

If there was anything good to come out of this entire ordeal it was the small moments like these.

Getting yourself ready for bed the events of the day had really settled deep into your bones the second your body hit the mattress. To your surprise sleep came quickly.

…

You woke, squinting your eyes at the sunlight that peeked though the blinds. Heavy white sleeve falling down your arm, golden accents lining the fabric in that special way akin to Sphereite attire.

What?

You burst upright, looking around frantically at the familiar home. Thin blanket falling to your hips as you pushed yourself up further, wasting no time getting out of the bed and rushing to the patchwork curtain. The metal loops screeched across the bar at the amount of force you used, catching the attention of Rudo sitting at the table working on his latest find.

“Oh hey, you’re finally awake.” He hadn’t even fully stood from the couch yet before you tackled him in a hug, earning a yell of surprise.

“Hey! What the hell is this for?!” You say nothing as you squeeze the boy tighter before finally releasing him when he starts pushing you away.

“S-sorry I just- really bad dream.” You avoid his eyes, fingers fiddling with your sleeves. He says nothing and you finally remember, “shit, how long was I asleep for?” The change in tone seems to catch Rudo off guard.

“Huh?” He scrambles in his mind to answer, “few hours?”

“I have to go to my lessons, my parents are gonna kill me.” He snorts at your frantic movements and it makes you pause.

“I think that nightmare scrambled your brain.”

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused.

“Your parents tossed you out remember?” At your look of confusion his brow furrowed, “should I get Regto? You don’t seem okay.” You feigned recognition and waved him off.

“No no,” you forced a laugh, “I think you’re right, the nightmare really did scramble my brain.” He didn’t seem fully convinced but didn’t push the topic any further.

“Hungry?” The promise of food came with a very eager nod from the teen.

Cooking was the perfect distraction for your rattled mind. You still had so many questions, so many things to say to Rudo, to Regto. It was all so much. The best thing to do though would be to take it slow, take your time trying to remember what it seems you’d forgotten. Your parents tossed you out? That didn’t seem right, they still had use for you, that you knew of anyway. Again, so many questions.

Just as you were plating your meal Regto had appeared. Teasing grin on his face before he made a show of sniffing the air.

“Smells great! I see the sleepyhead is finally awake.” You pointed the ladle at him.

“Just be glad I didn’t sleep the whole day away.” Turning to grab another plate from the cupboard you could hear him chuckle before bugging Rudo. Making up another plate for him you were content. Everybody ate, conversations carried on until Regto had to leave again. Rudo met you at the sink, placing the dirty dishes down before starting the water.

He was quiet for a moment, in fact he hadn’t said anything since Regto left.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, of course-“

“Don’t give me that!” You blinked, turning towards him slowly, “you always do that shit! Say you’re fine when you aren’t.”

“Rudo.” He set down the dish towel.

“Well I’m not a little kid anymore, I notice stuff.” You offered a warm patient smile.

“Listen to me,” his eyes met yours, “if there’s something wrong and I’m not telling you that means I’ve got it handled.”

“What’s so wrong with telling me!?”

“Because Rudo! It kills me to keep stuff from you but I need you to trust me.” He was quiet and stared at you with those intense red eyes.

“Okay.” His acceptance was just that. Short and simple. Going back to drying dishes he seemed to be holding in his true feelings but you didn’t want to push him more than you already had.

You turned back to the sink, red bubbling up from the drain and spilling up over the edge. Panicked you look to Rudo only to find him just as shocked, red staining his clothes.

No.

Turning back to the sink you plunge your hands in to try and get it to stop. It persists and your fingers brush against something solid in the sticky red liquid. You tremble as you pull the object out of the sink. Jumping back with a scream you drop the head of your mother on the floor. A sickening thump resounding in the room as more and more blood spills onto the floor.

You slip.

The room fills.

More faces of people you recognize.

Your father.

Regto.

The white crow.

Why?

You squeezed your eyes shut and yelled. Screamed until your throat was raw.

When you opened your eyes you saw Jabber staring back at you, eyes unblinking and curious, a glint of concern behind them. The scream died in your throat. Slowly you made sure not to rush this time, reaching out to touch Jabbers face. Poking him right in the cheek made him grin wide.

“You got some serious pipes on ya.” You let out a shaky breath barely registering his words.

This was real. Right?

With the way your throat felt so scratchy and sore theres no way it wasn’t. Rudo was still on the sphere, Regto was still dead, Tamsy was…doing whatever the fuck he was doing. Invading the Cleaners? If that’s what you wanted to assume. Jabber was here, Granny was here, you were here.

“Yeah.” Your voice was raw. It had been a while since you’d had a dream like that and how foolish of you to believe that they had stopped.

When you finally cleared the fog from your mind you sat up fully. Jabber simply watched and waited, nearly holding his breath at your next move. That’s when you noticed the mattress halfway through your door, blankets thrown atop it in a lumpy pile.

“What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said simply. Heading over he continued where he left off, dragging the mattress fully into your room, letting it fall onto the floor before plopping down on the thing. After a few adjustments, positioning his pillow, spreading out his blankets, stretching, he laid facing you.

“I see.” He never offered to elaborate and neither did you. Lying back down you faced the ceiling.

There was a beat of silence.

“You ever laugh so hard you threw up?”

“What?”

“I did, there was this one time-“ Jabber told you in excruciating detail of the time he not only got beat up as a kid and laughed it off but then proceed to get beat up for laughing about it and throwing up. Then he started into another story about getting beat up for something else.

“Jabber.”

He continued.

“Jabber.” A little more firm. He stopped. Blinking a moment before turning to you with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, can’t help myself,” he stretched, “I’ve never really had a roommate.”

“That’s fine but I gotta get up early tomorrow.”

“What? C’mon man we could tell scary stories, dare each other to do stupid shit, something.”

“Jabber its-“ you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, red led numbers staring back at you, “two in the morning, maybe another time when you aren’t on a mattress on my floor.” You shuffled to lay on your back, hoping the action would be enough to urge him to sleep. He’s quiet for a moment, the silence only broken by the sound of him tossing around.

“What happened to your parents?” The question made your eyes shoot open, memories of the two flashing through your mind.

“Where’s that coming from?”

“Just curious, ain’t no way you related to Granny,” he lets out a deep sigh, “I thought they would be here.”

“You could say that again,” you turned to face the wall now, “what about yours?”

Another silence.

Then he laughed.

“Prolly dead or something.”

You didn’t know what to say to that so you blurted out what immediately came to mind.

“Mine are buried in the backyard.”

Silence filled the room again. This time remaining unbroken. No shuffling, no more words to be said. A simple understanding between the both of you that the only thing left for the day was to sleep

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OK

so like its been a hot minute

46 days (yes i counted)

this officially marks my dump of art and fanfic stuff because i really can't stress how much i wanted to get this one done first cause ik yall have been waiting and thank you for being patient

i explain a bit more on ao3 but basically ive got a whole bunch of stuff thats been building to post >:)

is it tamsy related? some of it is, but i have also dipped my toes into one piece again and found a new fandom to indulge in and i feel like freaky ahh clowns is all i need to say for that one

hope you liked, im gonna get other stuff ready to post lol

[uwubabymans]

So like...I have been working nonstop for the last 3 weeks and I plan on uploading the fics I've been working on in one big multi upload thing? But while I read thru stuff have a lil animatic I made in the sparse moments I've had

[uwubabymans]

people can have more than one blorbo at a time right?

right?

cause the tsundere giant prince had been seeping into my brain space and i just wanna give him a big ol smooch

Oda can't hand me a big big man with a sad backstory, tsundere tendencies, horns and funky eyes, tattoos the list goes on really

like im just sayin I could take him

not in a fight

but i could take him

[dumbbuttdoodl]

This horrid idea has lived in my head for MONTHS and I finally gave up and drew it even though I kept telling myself don’t do it, don’t fucking do it, DO NOT. Draw the horrible Loki nipple comic.

Nami is censored because I realized drawing a bikini clad woman sitting on a giant nipple could be fetish material… Scribbled out her feet too just in case…

Enjoy or suffer or whatever.

[dumbbuttdoodl]

Habit

[mildeleef]

Whatever go my chiwas

[uwubabymans]

I am a Chiwa defender, sue me

[joy-girl]

IMU SAMA FACE REVEAL????? HELLO????

[uwubabymans]

I SACRIFICE MYSELF AS TRIBUTE✌️😝

[tamsyandenjinsslutt]

I wanna put Tamsy in my mouth and literally swallow him whole like a titan.

[zankasfemboytwink]

YOOOO

I JUST SAW A FANARR OF TAMSY (from uwubabymans I THINK?) AS A MERMAID (MERMAN ?)

IT GAVE ME SUCH A GOOD IDEA FOR A FIC

So tamsy’s a merman yk and he was captured from the ocean by scientists who want to find out more abt his species yk

and Reader is the only one of the scientists who somewhat feels bad for him (yk for being literally captured) shes also the only one who’s gentle w him yk making sure hes fed and not being handled roughly by the others and at first Tamsy decided to take advantage of Readers kind nature to try and escape or at least get good food and such by basically just flirting with Reader and stuff like that (yk making use of his pretty angelic ahh face) but after some time he realises he’s lowk gotten attached to Reader and inner Tamsy’s just like “I cant believe I actually like this naive stupid Human fml”

BUT then Reader gets stationed to a different location and wont be in charge of Tamsy anymore and when Reader leaves Tamsy just starts pouting and scowling at everyone 24/7, not eating not cooperating for shit and it gets so bad that they have to get Reader back to the station and as soon as Tamsy finally got his way (like always) he’s just super giddy and smiley

(basically Tamsy just seducing Reader for his own benefits but he catches feelings midway LMAO)

FINALLY, I DONT HAVE TO WRITE TAMSY SMUT.

the beautiful mermaid who Captured me instead

You were a marine biologist, You loved your job, finding new creatures, saving animal plant life, seeing how things work in the mind of fish

Everything you do, you put so much love in, studying fish, sharks, bioluminescence, ect, how could you not? Your father worked underwater to! He was gone often, but when he came back? He would bring you the coolest things he found, and tell you about the turtles and sharks he saved today! Tell you different times about how some sharks almost ate his arm! You loved it so much! You told him you were gonna be just like him!

The years went by! When you were 13? You got a call, from your dad's job! You answered the phone and the gave you the worst news anyone could hear..

"Your father is gone." Not dead, Gone. Lost at sea. No one could find him, the searched for 2 whole hours! They found nothing...there was a high chance he was dead..

You knew that they weren't gonna search the whole sea for your father, there's more ocean then there is land, it would take years..but you didn't give up on your dreams! You were gonna keep going! So you studied harder. Every damn day! You skipped sleep a lot, but you also had to work a job to keep yourself alive, skipped a few meals here and there but you'll be okay for now (don't do this at home.)

Until finally, you went to college, got your degree, and you finally got your dream job, a marine biologist, you don't go out in the ocean, they bring creatures to you for you to study, you cared for them, took care of them, with actually love, and sometimes you kinda feel bad for capturing these poor creatures, I mean they're just trying to survive, like everyone else

But it's your job, you'll do your best at it! But lately you've been hearing rumors from your coworkers, saying that some have seen on the cameras, sightings of humans with fish tails? Like a mermaid,

Some make jokes saying that all that salt water is messing with their heads, and they laugh it off, but your interested, so? You do what any curious person would do!

Ask around.

You end up asking half of the building, and you got enough information

"Long tail, angelic hair, with a dark blue peek-a-boo, but the rest it's golden blonde, a scar on the side of its face and on its chest, almost like a burn, the most beautiful lashes, and golden blonde eyes, midnight blue tail, with small and some big sharp spikes" Hmz sounds..pretty? Almost like a woman, but they said it looked more like a man because it didn't have a chest,

The rumors die fast because it was just silly, and you forget about it for a while

Until they bring it a large tank, with something thrashing violently, trying to get out..you don't get a good look for a while, because they have to calm it down before they can bring it to you

Few hours go by, you were just filling out the paperwork for the hammer head shark you just finished, when they transfer you to a different room, you step in, and see a huge glass tank, very large, as big as a pool, inside?

The mermaid everyone was talking about..it looks exactly as described, but..more beautiful, more angelic, but he would be prettier if he stopped glaring at you so much, but can you blame him? They captured him and took him hostage! Yeah I would be pissed to!

The others leave the room, leaving you to your studies, you walk up to the tank and smile softly, "Can you understand me?" He Nods, "Okay good..First, my name is Y/N, I'm sorry that they were so rough with you, you might be a little freaked out which is understandable"

No response

You sigh, and step closer to the glass, "Don't worry, we won't cut you open or anything, y'know people have been talking about you for weeks, and your even more angelic then they describe! I love your hair!"

Still no response, but his glare does soften..just a bit..

Days go by, a few times you did take his blood, and you feed him, show him cool pictures, and he speaks up, and damn his voice is so hot you feel like you might be on fire

"That's.. interesting..what is that?" He points at the picture on your phone, it was a snowman, "It's a snowman! This one is special, its pretty big, it was made in a festival, it's pretty cool right?"

"Yes..it is.." Finally, you ask the question you've been dying to ask!

"What is your name? Do you have one?" It's the simple question, you've just been wanting to know how to address him, and he actually responds, "Tamsy...my name is Tamsy caines"

Damn even his name is hot! How the hell can a..uh what is he? A mermaid I guess, be so hot?!

After a few weeks, he becomes more open with you, and talking more, but he gets really annoyed when you leave, but when you come back? He's happy! And your happy two! Since..your starting to grow feeling for him..

He's been so sweet, and he's such a sweet talker..but..it wasn't because he liked you, little did you know, this was all for his own benefit.

His goal is to manipulate you into letting him free, He hates being trapped here! But he does like the food you give him, it's actually better then the food he's been eating, raw fish and seaweed all the time? It's not that great, but whatever keeps you alive y'know?

You keep running studies on him, but he can tell you actually care about him, and you genuinely feel bad, and he's of course using that to his advantage..but he's been here so long..he can feel himself actually get excited when you come back

He starts to genuinely like being around you, and like you...but he pushes those feelings down! Because internal Tamsy, is so annoyed with those feelings

"I can't seriously be falling for this human woman!" Is all he ever thinks about, but eventually? He lets those feelings just roam his life, and he stops pushing those feelings down

But not everything and be happy now can it?

Your boss calls you into his office, and he tells you, you'll be going to the north to study a rare new fish that they have found, because they think you'll be the best for the job..you immediately ask about Tamsy, and who will take care of him?

Your boss tells you that they already have found someone who will fill in for you, and your heart broken, because seeing Tamsy again is the best part of your day! He's told you so many stories and things about the ocean!

For example! He's told you things like

"The ocean is a terrifying, largely unexplored abyss where hydrothermal vents can boil you at 700°F, rogue waves over 100 feet tall appear out of nowhere, and over 3 million undiscovered shipwrecks sit in pitch-black darkness, isn't that cool? Oh and!"

"At the deepest points, like the Mariana Trench (over 36,000 ft deep), the pressure is over 1,000 atmospheres. If you were unprotected, the pressure would crush you, and after 3 days, it can essentially dissolve a human's skin, Which I've seen some divers go down to check out, which is how I know"

"And also! The ocean floor contains lakes and rivers that have their own shorelines, complete with trees and sand. If a diver wanders into them, they can be killed instantly by high salinity and toxicity, which is pretty amazing"

Yeah those random facts Tamsy would tell you? We're really helpful in your studies about the ocean! And it explained why do many divers went missing..

You go back to see Tamsy again..and tell him the news, which he is NOT happy about, and very angry..so when the day comes for you to transfer? And the sub comes in, he refuses to talk, to even look at them..

The first day for the sub was rough, they tried to talk to Tamsy, even offer him food, he wouldn't turn around, just sat in the corner of the tank with his back facing them

3 days go by.. Tamsy won't eat, he won't talk, or do anything he hasn't moved..they tried 5 different subs, Even one of them got bit, (don't ask)

Meanwhile you were studying the new fish they found, your boss called you and told you everything..your heart sank, and he told you to come back, which you obviously did, and the second you step in the room, and call out his name? He snaps up, and rushed to the glass and placed his hand on the glass, with a smile on his face

You can see his ribs..he's thinner, you immediately pull out some food and climb on a chair, to the top of the tank, he swims up to pokes his upper half out of the water, to take the food from your hand, and eats it fast, because all he wants to do is talk to you

And the whole time your back? He's all happy, with a smile on his face, and when you touch his hand? He intertwines, his fingers with yours, and you kiss his cheek, which immediately makes him have a faint blush on his cheek

This was low-key rushed, sorry

[uwubabymans]

NOT MY ART INSPIRING A FIC IM SO HAPPY

[uwubabymans]

PLEASEEEEEE do the next part of trap of love, it's soo good

Part 4 is coming when its coming 😭

Ive just been a little busy with life stuff and its Easter this weekend and just a whole lotta shit

Please bear with me 😘

[uwubabymans]

If you still have tamsy on your mind, can you pls like make an angsty kind of story with him 🙏, you don't have to if you don't want to

Tamsy is always on the mind 😭

I think the most angsty thing I have in my drafts when it comes to tamsy is hate sex (cause ofc) aside from the trap of love fic too but for like a oneshot type of thing angst could be fun (yes i realize now that I write a lot of fluff but like I cant help it, the trope of i would burn the world for you just hits so good)

I get the vision tho and my brain juices are flowing ✊️😌

[uwubabymans]

Just read chapter 1179 of One Piece and kinda spoilers about Imu, I am feral im sorry but like...

TELL ME WHY IS IMU HOT 😭😭😭

ITS IS NOT FAIR

Im not gonna post pictures cause spoilers but yall need to see it for yourselves

I have a thing for villains and especially hot ones like Oda you cant do this to me!

AND THEN GO ON BREAK FOR A WEEK BRO 😤

(My honest reaction below)

Anyway mini rant over, I think i could take Imu...not in a fight but yknow ✌️😝