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Do you want the journal I won? It's making me insane.
Are you off at the library?
I woke to an empty bed that smells like you and it's quite the gift you left me.
[ quentin is doing nothing but having a lazy day, buried in koby's side of the bed. ]
I woke to an empty bed that smells like you and it's quite the gift you left me.
[ quentin is doing nothing but having a lazy day, buried in koby's side of the bed. ]
[he is; before even the gym, for once, maddeningly curious about his library request, and finally having received an answer -- koby's response is a photo of said answer, somewhat blurry with excitement.]
Look what I got! It's
Very gory so far, which is a little discouraging 😞
[but not enough to break koby's spirit of curiosity, naturally~]
Look what I got! It's
Very gory so far, which is a little discouraging 😞
[but not enough to break koby's spirit of curiosity, naturally~]
Edited 2025-04-17 16:19 (UTC)
Dear Koby,
I write to you today to plead my pardon for the beastly manner in which I treated you the evening of the 'prom' gathering. Words cannot convey the sorrow I feel when I think of how cruelly and lecherously I behaved toward you when you have been nothing but kind and patient towards myself.
It matters not how much was drink and how much was simply my lack of decorum - my behaviour was unacceptable. I understand if my depravity has quite put you off, and will naturally accept any consequences you choose to enact.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Goodsir
I write to you today to plead my pardon for the beastly manner in which I treated you the evening of the 'prom' gathering. Words cannot convey the sorrow I feel when I think of how cruelly and lecherously I behaved toward you when you have been nothing but kind and patient towards myself.
It matters not how much was drink and how much was simply my lack of decorum - my behaviour was unacceptable. I understand if my depravity has quite put you off, and will naturally accept any consequences you choose to enact.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Goodsir
[it's not the first time that koby's witnessed the post-otherworld mood crash/spiral, but it is the first time someone's written him a whole letter about it. it's -- sweet, actually, in it's way.
and of course he responds quickly, earnestly:]
Harry, please don't apologize -- this place has a way of finding one's innermost, repressed desires and making them impossible to ignore. And despite how I was acting, that was far from the first or second or even third time I've given in to said desires.
Though I must admit, never in quite that particular way. It was most interesting and exciting, honestly -- I'd read about it but never done it myself, so thank you for the opportunity. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა I promise I don't think you're a lecherous or unsafe person to be around.
I imagine you have a headache, though, don't you? ˆ꒳ˆ
and of course he responds quickly, earnestly:]
Harry, please don't apologize -- this place has a way of finding one's innermost, repressed desires and making them impossible to ignore. And despite how I was acting, that was far from the first or second or even third time I've given in to said desires.
Though I must admit, never in quite that particular way. It was most interesting and exciting, honestly -- I'd read about it but never done it myself, so thank you for the opportunity. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა I promise I don't think you're a lecherous or unsafe person to be around.
I imagine you have a headache, though, don't you? ˆ꒳ˆ
[Harry's room is outfitted to be as modern as any other - it has electricity and the bathroom has running water - but in terms of decor he's left it more or less the way it was when he moved in. The furniture is dark wood, the curtains heavy, the rug richly patterned, the paintings on the wall antiques. Everything is clean and neat. The only real giveaway that it isn't an unoccupied room is the desk set against one wall - books are piled high there, along with several notebooks and a couple of pens.
'Doctor' Goodsir himself is as old fashioned as his lodgings, although when Koby arrives he is markedly not wearing any sort of suit jacket. He still has a waistcoat (a surprisingly lush burgundy) on over his shirt, but his collar is undone and there is no sign of a tie or cravat. He's positively disheveled by his own standards. He smiles brightly when he opens the door wide, ushering Koby and his pet duck inside.]
Oh, do come in. You've impeccable timing - I'd just rung for tea, so it's still hot.
[Indeed there is a tea set on the little table next to an overstuffed chair. Goodsir's phone is also on the table, playing music from YouTube.
He moves another book (about politics of the 1950s) off the chair so Koby can sit while he moves to lift the teapot.]
Tea? Oh! And I've lettuce for Lincoln, if you think bribing her will do me good.
[It's possible that he's just as excited to meet the duck as he is to put the moves on Koby.]
'Doctor' Goodsir himself is as old fashioned as his lodgings, although when Koby arrives he is markedly not wearing any sort of suit jacket. He still has a waistcoat (a surprisingly lush burgundy) on over his shirt, but his collar is undone and there is no sign of a tie or cravat. He's positively disheveled by his own standards. He smiles brightly when he opens the door wide, ushering Koby and his pet duck inside.]
Oh, do come in. You've impeccable timing - I'd just rung for tea, so it's still hot.
[Indeed there is a tea set on the little table next to an overstuffed chair. Goodsir's phone is also on the table, playing music from YouTube.
He moves another book (about politics of the 1950s) off the chair so Koby can sit while he moves to lift the teapot.]
Tea? Oh! And I've lettuce for Lincoln, if you think bribing her will do me good.
[It's possible that he's just as excited to meet the duck as he is to put the moves on Koby.]
[koby’s dressed simply – his usual fare of overalls over a sweater, warm and loose-fitting, casual in a way that doesn’t speak so much of beguiling or wooing as it does comfort, relaxation. granted, a big bonus of this ensemble is that lincoln can ride in the front of the overalls, snuggled against koby’s chest with his arms beneath her to support her fluffy, feathery weight.
it’s sort of a comical look, young man with duck, the latter peering out from under the bib of the overalls and looking around with a coolly disinterested expression on her face. koby, at least, seems delighted to be there, toeing off his shoes at the door (manners!) and beaming brightly at goodsir.]
Tea would be wonderful, thank you. [settling in the seat, koby unbuckles both straps of the overalls, letting lincoln slide onto his lap, then hop to an unoccupied chair with a meditative little wak sound. the straps stay undone for the moment, as koby leans over to smooth the duck’s feathers, his sweater riding up a bit, showing a flash of his back, his hip, the curve of his waist – ten seconds in and he’s already acting scandalous.
there’s no awareness in his pleasant, cheerful expression, though, smiling up at harry as he approaches.] You might convince her to change residences, if it’s iceberg or romaine. Those are her favorites. [from lincoln: wak?]
it’s sort of a comical look, young man with duck, the latter peering out from under the bib of the overalls and looking around with a coolly disinterested expression on her face. koby, at least, seems delighted to be there, toeing off his shoes at the door (manners!) and beaming brightly at goodsir.]
Tea would be wonderful, thank you. [settling in the seat, koby unbuckles both straps of the overalls, letting lincoln slide onto his lap, then hop to an unoccupied chair with a meditative little wak sound. the straps stay undone for the moment, as koby leans over to smooth the duck’s feathers, his sweater riding up a bit, showing a flash of his back, his hip, the curve of his waist – ten seconds in and he’s already acting scandalous.
there’s no awareness in his pleasant, cheerful expression, though, smiling up at harry as he approaches.] You might convince her to change residences, if it’s iceberg or romaine. Those are her favorites. [from lincoln: wak?]
ur doing amazing sweetie <3 also cw: gore/more unsafe top surgery ig
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- 2025-04-30 03:51 (UTC) - ExpandI received a letter today.
A handwritten letter, in fact.
A handwritten letter, in fact.
Aegon has gone.
Would you search for him, sweetling, to be sure? I know he was not loved by many, and there are those who will celebrate his leaving, but he was still a boy. My boy.
Would you search for him, sweetling, to be sure? I know he was not loved by many, and there are those who will celebrate his leaving, but he was still a boy. My boy.
[there's no love lost between koby and alicent's sons, at least, but -- he can feel her grief when he reaches out, a terrible, resigned, jaded sort of hurt. more than anything, it's alicent who doesn't deserve that pain, again and again.]
Of course I will. I'll search right now. [it's easier every time, a rush of awareness that spreads out and out and out, a net of unseen power that flickers in the back of every single soul in saltburnt's minds in one instant. and then:]
I'm sorry, Alicent. I can't feel him.
Of course I will. I'll search right now. [it's easier every time, a rush of awareness that spreads out and out and out, a net of unseen power that flickers in the back of every single soul in saltburnt's minds in one instant. and then:]
I'm sorry, Alicent. I can't feel him.
Hello, Koby! I hope you have been doing well. :)
Iggy told me that you might have an idea of how to ask the library for something.
Iggy told me that you might have an idea of how to ask the library for something.
[ When Koby visits the library on May 4th, he will be given a letter by the worker who scans books at the front desk. The dusty envelope is addressed, in neat, loopy cursive:
"FOR KOBY!!! In the event of the death or disappearance of Tim Laughlin"
And it reads, ]
Hi Koby,
Hopefully the librarian remembers to give this to you. Even more hopefully, it won't ever be necessary, but if you have this, then it is. I'll try to keep it short.
If I'm gone from this place, I want you to know that I love you and I will remember you always. I know you think I can't. But I know that I will. And I'm gone, so I get the last word, so there. I'm sure you're sad to see me go, but you still have Quentin and your crew and I know you'll all take great care of each other. So try to keep your chin up. If we're moving on to heaven after this, I'm sure I'll see you again. You are braver than you think you are and a lot stronger than I am. You'll be alright. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
If I'm dead, then I guess I'll see you soon. There's a ring on my right middle finger that should have all the evidence you need to figure out who or what hurt me. Please retrieve it before they bury me, and do NOT let Hawk insist on handling it himself.
Either way, take care of him for me, okay? He's gonna be an ass and try to push everyone away and drink his way through it. Do it anyway please. For me.
I hope I see you again soon, regardless of why I'm gone.
Yours,
Tim
"FOR KOBY!!! In the event of the death or disappearance of Tim Laughlin"
And it reads, ]
Hi Koby,
Hopefully the librarian remembers to give this to you. Even more hopefully, it won't ever be necessary, but if you have this, then it is. I'll try to keep it short.
If I'm gone from this place, I want you to know that I love you and I will remember you always. I know you think I can't. But I know that I will. And I'm gone, so I get the last word, so there. I'm sure you're sad to see me go, but you still have Quentin and your crew and I know you'll all take great care of each other. So try to keep your chin up. If we're moving on to heaven after this, I'm sure I'll see you again. You are braver than you think you are and a lot stronger than I am. You'll be alright. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
If I'm dead, then I guess I'll see you soon. There's a ring on my right middle finger that should have all the evidence you need to figure out who or what hurt me. Please retrieve it before they bury me, and do NOT let Hawk insist on handling it himself.
Either way, take care of him for me, okay? He's gonna be an ass and try to push everyone away and drink his way through it. Do it anyway please. For me.
I hope I see you again soon, regardless of why I'm gone.
Yours,
Tim
Edited 2025-05-08 17:20 (UTC)
( when he knows koby will be otherwise occupied, shanks leaves a small, plainly wrapped gift on koby's desk, along with a note written on saltburnt letterhead. inside, koby will find a wooden seal figurine, hand-carved and hand-painted. it may be a little rough around the edges but nonetheless is crafted with an unexpected dexterity for a man using his nondominant hand. or maybe he borrowed a sand arm from set. he'll never tell. etched on the underbelly of the figurine is a decorative 𝕾 with three slash marks through it — and the note, in shanks' wobbly cursive, reads: )
Koby,
When I was a boy, Vice Captain Rayleigh taught me how to carve. He said it would help improve my grip and precision with a sword. I'll admit, I haven't kept up the habit. But I imagine he'd have a laugh at my latest attempt. And be proud, I'd hope, to share a birthday with you.
Now, you're the age I was when I first sailed to the Grand Line as captain of my own ship. You may not believe it yet, but I know one day you'll go far and accomplish even greater things than I, even if we meet again on opposite sides.
Keep this with you as a reminder of how we started.
Happy Birthday, cadet.
—S
[ when koby wakes, quentin is gone to get breakfast for them, much like the first morning they shared together. he plans to make a spread and bring it back to bed, but for a little surprise, he's left something on the pillow next to koby's head. inside? a letter - ]
Captain -
Maybe this gift is a little too simple for a birthday like yours, but we have talked a lot about what happens beyond this place. Where we will be, where we will go, what we will remember. It's been on my mind, too.
All I know is that I feel alive and most like myself when I'm at your side, and that you will always be the true north when I've lost my way. I promise you I'll find you, if we go. I'll run to every corner of the world to see to it, and you know how stubborn I can be.
Have this as my promise to you. There is nowhere in all of these worlds that I won't find you, my Captain.
[ in the envelope, loose, is a ring - or one half of a ring. a silver band with sunny waves around a pale amber gem. ]
Captain -
Maybe this gift is a little too simple for a birthday like yours, but we have talked a lot about what happens beyond this place. Where we will be, where we will go, what we will remember. It's been on my mind, too.
All I know is that I feel alive and most like myself when I'm at your side, and that you will always be the true north when I've lost my way. I promise you I'll find you, if we go. I'll run to every corner of the world to see to it, and you know how stubborn I can be.
Have this as my promise to you. There is nowhere in all of these worlds that I won't find you, my Captain.
[ in the envelope, loose, is a ring - or one half of a ring. a silver band with sunny waves around a pale amber gem. ]
[there were piles of treasure in the deep stores of alvida's ship -- gems and gold and silver, the gleam of rubies and diamonds and emeralds, sapphire studded in crowns and necklaces and bracelets and rings. oh, piles of rings, boxes and chests and strings of them, stacked on alvida's every finger and toe, tumbling off the piles of bounty that koby was never, never allowed more. he knew the shape of her rings, knew the shape of them when she grabbed his arm, when she shoved him towards the mop, when she backhanded him across the face. she thought they were beautiful, that they enhanced her beauty somehow, and of course koby had never said otherwise. of course her treasures were beautiful, that was objectively true.
but he wakes up, sleepy and bleary-eyed, reaches out and nudges his pink aura affectionately against the blue glint of quentin somewhere down in the dining room, then brushes his fingers against the crinkle of an envelope, like that first day, in the sweetness of summer. koby reads the letter while cuddled in the blankets, still, smiles and glows with warmth, then turns the envelope upside-down, slips the small sphere of metal into his palm and he understands.
because it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. it slips onto his hand, settles there like it was made for him, and koby just stares and stares for so long that he can feel quentin returning, feel his presence getting closer and closer, so he fumbles for his phone, hasty:]
it's beautiful
it's so
you
where did you get it?
where
are you almost here
come here please i want to kiss you a thousand times
but he wakes up, sleepy and bleary-eyed, reaches out and nudges his pink aura affectionately against the blue glint of quentin somewhere down in the dining room, then brushes his fingers against the crinkle of an envelope, like that first day, in the sweetness of summer. koby reads the letter while cuddled in the blankets, still, smiles and glows with warmth, then turns the envelope upside-down, slips the small sphere of metal into his palm and he understands.
because it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. it slips onto his hand, settles there like it was made for him, and koby just stares and stares for so long that he can feel quentin returning, feel his presence getting closer and closer, so he fumbles for his phone, hasty:]
it's beautiful
it's so
you
where did you get it?
where
are you almost here
come here please i want to kiss you a thousand times
Koby I'm so sorry
Are you okay??
it wasn't me please know that i would never EVER do anything to hurt you
I couldn't think clearly everything just got so out of hand so quickly and I was completely crazy I am so sorry
I'll make it up to you. if you want to see me again.
Are you okay??
it wasn't me please know that i would never EVER do anything to hurt you
I couldn't think clearly everything just got so out of hand so quickly and I was completely crazy I am so sorry
I'll make it up to you. if you want to see me again.
[oh thank god-- whichever one is responsible, whoever was listening. it takes a minute for the text reply, but as soon as koby reaches out and feels that flare of sunlight-yellow, he's pressing up against it like a purring cat.]
Tim, you're back. Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
Of course I want to see you. I know it wasn't you doing all that, you'd never.
It wasn't your fault. None of it was your fault.
Tim, you're back. Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?
Of course I want to see you. I know it wasn't you doing all that, you'd never.
It wasn't your fault. None of it was your fault.
[ Inside an envelope upon which is written, in neat script, from Astarion: ]
[ ooc: there won't be a main log for the movie-watching (at least this time around) but folks are obviously free to icly respond, send their allotted invites, and/or play out their experiences if they so wish! welcome to the rebooted astarion's movie club! 🥳 ]
[ ooc: there won't be a main log for the movie-watching (at least this time around) but folks are obviously free to icly respond, send their allotted invites, and/or play out their experiences if they so wish! welcome to the rebooted astarion's movie club! 🥳 ]
[ The morning before Koby's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to his door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]
Koby,
Welcome to the Hex Club.
I look forward to working with you.
— Silco
* For clarity's sake: The pin is merely a gift, not an expected part of your daily dress.
( long days post initial contact — living in the new reality of zoro being gone. of facing the truth of existing in a world that can, at any moment, be ripped out from underneath you.
the last messages in their text convo are from koby. i'm so, so sorry. where are you? nami doesn't respond to them, but she does send her own message after her few stolen crybaby days. it's time to move on, now. make a plan. map it out. )
starting tomorrow i want you to shadow me at work. if anything happens to me, the restaurant is yours.
( maybe it's time to pull back, make some distance. make sure the world is still turning, even if nami is taken out of it. )
the last messages in their text convo are from koby. i'm so, so sorry. where are you? nami doesn't respond to them, but she does send her own message after her few stolen crybaby days. it's time to move on, now. make a plan. map it out. )
starting tomorrow i want you to shadow me at work. if anything happens to me, the restaurant is yours.
( maybe it's time to pull back, make some distance. make sure the world is still turning, even if nami is taken out of it. )
[he's kept an eye on things -- relaxed when sanji finally made an appearance, retreated away to allow them their privacy, their shared grief. the most important thing had been done: they're together, a curl of orange and yellow, like the bleed of a new sunset. as long as sanji and nami have remained in one another's orbit, koby's kept at a careful distance, waiting for her to unfurl, reach out, put herself back together in whatever way she pleases.
but the message, when it comes is a startling one. sort of. koby already understands it, even as he rebels against it with all his might, a child stomping their feet, no, no, no. instead, thumbs hovering over the buttons for a moment:]
Why?
but the message, when it comes is a startling one. sort of. koby already understands it, even as he rebels against it with all his might, a child stomping their feet, no, no, no. instead, thumbs hovering over the buttons for a moment:]
Why?
( ani doesn't wait around for her (aggressive, frankly) knock to be answered — no one's hiring her for her bedside manor unless they want her to play nurse in a latex costume. but on koby's doorstep, as promised: a gift basket of flavorful lubes (all pinkly on theme, from strawberry to cotton candy), arranged in a bastardization of a bouquet. besides them, a pamphlet, decorated in an offensive amount of glitter gel pen. )
💋 ANI'S SLUT BIBLE FOR BEGINNERS
for: koby (slut in training)
from: ani (professional dick decorator)
🍓 what's in your mouth, bitch?
do not just squirt the whole bottle like it's whipped cream, dumbass.
apply like lip gloss — then test with a finger, or a brave volunteer (i know you got options, baby.)
if it tastes like cough syrup? toss it.
if it makes you horny for candy? congrats. you’re in business.
💦 BLOWJOB LAWS (memorize these or i'll quiz you next time)
1. use your hands. you're not a fucking blender. stroke while you suck. the combo? undefeated. the boys? emotionally ruined.
2. start slow. tease like you've got nowhere to be. make him beg. you don't even touch the dick for 90 seconds. lick thighs. kiss stomach. hover. make them think you might suck it, then don't. be a goddamn menace.
3. eye contact is a weapon. lock eyes like you’re about to devour his fucking soul. extra credit if you smile a little with his dick halfway down your throat. (boys are so easy. you just have to pretend to worship them and they die.)
4. flavored lube = your co-pilot. a little drop on your tongue = makes it slicker and gives you something sweet to focus on instead of wondering if he showered. use it to make gagging feel like dessert.
5. deepthroating is a flex, not a requirement. do it if it’s fun. do it if he’s earned it. but know that a good tease will always win. sometimes they're hardest when you're barely touching them. (psychological warfare, babe.)
6. EDGE ‘EM TIL THEY WHIMPER (and then some). edging is the slut's long con. it's sadism. it's "i could make you cum, but i'm not going to." suck until he twitches, then stop and go back to kissing his inner thigh. lick slow, ask sweetly: “you close, baby?” then ignore the answer. when he’s begging? say “not yet.” it’s the closest they'll get to god without dying.
⚠️ flavored lube makes this more fun. he's overstimulated and you’re just casually reapplying lube like it's lip gloss.
📣 HOMEWORK:
say something nasty next time, even if you’re shy. even if you choke on it. especially if you choke on it. remember: your voice is the cherry on top. and you? you’re the whole goddamn sundae.
signed,
professor mikheeva
department of slutcraft & advanced technique 💋
kobyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
we need a do over for your birthday
because I was crazy
we need a do over for your birthday
because I was crazy
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