#I want an anger management ship so badly

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

DP x DC AU idea:

Regent!Jazz

Having been ecto-contaminated since conception, Jazz is the most Liminal being in the world, which has her develop a proto-core. As in, death has about 30% claim on Jazz and every year it grows stronger the longer she lives above the portal.

Can Jazz walk through walls, disappear and fly? Sorta, occasionally, and no. It depends on how much Ecto she has in her system, otherwise she’s just got her inherent strength.

Jazz inherited the Fenton Law Loophole tendency.

She swaps out her psychology books for books on Realms Law, spends a week locked in her room with them in fact. It concerns Danny and co., because what is Jazz up to?

Jazz claims regency thanks to three factors:

1: Danny unconsciously views her as a third parent thanks to her raising him in a neglected household. She got him to fourteen before she looked away for a minute, ok?

2: Danny is a minor in both human and ghost culture, therefore he’s baby and needs time to grow up without bearing kingly responsibilities, right?

3: As mentioned before, Jazz is the most Liminal being in the modern age, with a slowly developing proto-core. This allows her to be able to not only survive the Infinite Realms on a long-term basis, but able to step up as Regent at all.

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Sam and Tucker, while Liminal too (thanks to them getting flooded with it with Danny’s death) still have a ways to go in terms of contamination- give it a few more years in Amity Park and they’ll start to show more symptoms of death-claimed, though they’ll never be able to surpass Jazz. Not even Jack and Maddie Fenton could ever say that, considering they wear Hazmat suits daily that has limited exposure, but were also adults when first contaminated- the ecto would take a lot longer to bond to adult molecules than that of a just-conceived child.

Maybe Jazz even leeched off some of Maddie’s contamination in the womb? Whose to say.

Where does DC come in?

Perhaps the vivisection route? It’s a tried and true method of getting Danny to Gotham, but I raise you- Jazz essentially “kidnaps” Danny, taking him away from his haunt once she is Regent.

Gotham is a city drenched, drowning, in tragedy and therefore natural ectoplasm for a powerful Liminal and Halfa to survive on.

Lady Gotham welcomes the two eagerly into her city and directs Jazz to the soon-to-form Lazarus pit- corrupted ectoplasm, but nothing Danny can’t filter out with time, it’ll heal him and whatever happened to his core after being ripped away from his haunt.

It does cause a rift to form between the two, but Jazz is firm in staying in Gotham. Right on the edge of Crime Alley to be specific.

Here we can slide in Vigilante!Jazz, who is pissed off at the world and needs to work out some excess energy. Enhanced bone density means that Jazz doesn’t have to worry about screwing up her knees with a few ‘superhero landings’.

Liminalality means that she can sense the weird guy in the Red Hood whose territory she keeps crossing into while beating the crap out of some criminals and escorting the night workers home.

Revenant!Jason…

….possible Anger Management/Hardcover pairing?

[Im thinking about continuing this, but idk. I do have like a page written out with Regent!Jazz]

Masterlist

#dp x dc #jazz fenton #jason todd #danny phantom #dp x dc au #I want an anger management ship so badly

[gatitties]

Hi!! I recently found your blog and I love your writings! I wanted to know if you’d write skanks crew/the whitebeard pirates/and possibly the kid pirates if that’s not too much, which a crewmate who has really bad rejection sensitive dysphoria and feels bad because even when they logically know no one is mad at them they can’t help but break down at the tiniest critique or if their body language even suggests that there’s the slightest chance of them being upset about something? Thank you so much for your writings!!

─Red Hair Pirates, Whitebeard Pirates & Kid Pirates x reader

─Summary: You think that all you do is annoy but it's just your mind playing with you

─Warnings: none

Sure!! I'm glad you like the writings <3

─ It was probably Benn who noticed your behavior when they used harsher expressions towards you, even though it was not intended to offend, the simple serious tone made you feel like you were being scolded.

─ And indeed after that it became more noticeable that you were more sensitive to certain words, tones or movements, you seemed easily hurt by words, although no one in the crew would dare treat you badly.

─ After he mentioned it to Shanks, everyone seemed to notice that you were a little more sensitive, so they took care not to sound so serious around you.

─ Yassop was in charge of smiling at you whenever he spoke to you, Lucky Roux patted you gently on the back, Benn will relax his body around you, Shanks will take it as an excuse to drink more alcohol and not be so serious next to you.

─ But they know that they can't always be all smiles and love, although they make sure that it gets into your head that if they are ever serious or their body is tense, it's not for you, far from it, doesn't matter if you cause problems, you would never be a bother.

─ Although sometimes it's not their fault, there are many different types of people on the islands, good and bad people who can make you feel bad, if the intentions were to attack you they will have no mercy.

─ In any case, they try to make you overcome those pessimistic thoughts about being annoying or easily angering people, although they always cover your back, you never know when you have to function alone in certain social situations in which you cannot succumb to bad thoughts.

─ Whitebeard doesn't have a loving expression on his face most of the time, even if he's not angry with anyone in particular, his complexion and person intimidate you, it's impossible not to feel scolded when he's just talking normal.

─ Everyone can notice how you shrink in your place when they raise their voices more or their tone is serious, maybe Ace was the one you felt that way the least because he was always joking with you about anything.

─ Izo did his best to speak as softly as possible, Thatch was in charge of clarifying that his frown was not for you, but for a certain person who had broken into the kitchen again, Marco will pat your head to let you know that you're not being a bother.

─ As for Whitebeard, he told you that you couldn't think that everyone was upset with you, even less if they were part of your family now, he explained that not everyone has that pleasant aura but that despite that they weren't trying to be rude to you.

─ Of course no one on the ship would dare to make you feel bad even if you had gotten into trouble, they were there to help you with that.

─ Although they would have no mercy with people who really make fun of you or are aggressive with their words towards you.

─ They will definitely throw a party on your behalf more than once if they saw that you got discouraged thinking that they were being mean to you, they will let you know that they won't get mad at you for little things so you can rest and enjoy the party.

─ Calm down, inhale and exhale, this crew has managed to get on your nerves because they all seem so angry or tense, you don't stop thinking if they have really accepted you as one of the crew.

─ Of course no one will notice that you feel bad because they are simply that aggressive even though they don't intend to make you feel that way, perhaps the only one who noticed was Wire because he was more observant.

─ He did a little experiment and relaxed his body around you, he noticed how you didn't seem to have that constant sad face and he commented it to Kid.

─ Of course, Kid won't change his attitude too much, he just gave you a little talk about not being so weak and that if you were on his ship it was because everyone here accepted you as you are and for what you're worth.

─ The others didn't change much either, they just changed some ways of speaking that you could misinterpret, although Heat took it upon himself to tell you that you weren't a burden when you seemed to interpret it that way.

─ Killer always makes sure that they are not so hard on you on some occasions, the least he wants to do is make you feel bad because of idiots like them.

─ At least, their behavior improves a little to calm your conscience a bit, not as if you were one hundred percent calm but at least you wouldn't take each frown as if it were your fault.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #headcannons #x reader #reader insert #request #whitebeard #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard pirates x reader #red hair pirates #red hair pirates x reader #kid pirates #kid pirates x reader #sfw #reader is not specified so... #fem reader #male reader #gn reader

[smut-slut69]

"Do I look like I'm Messing Around? Do I look Like I won't punish you?"

Words: 3052 Includes: Smut, Creaming, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Doggy-Style, Jealous~Chishiya Ship: Chishiya x Reader TW: None Enjoy❤

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A Cure For Writers Block #1

He didn’t like you. Of course, he didn’t like you. It’s just, who would really appreciate their best friend flirting with their enemy? Y/n was Chishiya’s plus-one to this event. Was it too much to ask for you to spend time with him during his big night? You were here after all to support him. He had worked his ass off in hopes to win the award for ‘best surgeon of the year’. It was a stupid award, but he wanted it so badly. 

Yet there you were, smiling up at the exact guy he was going against for this award. Suguru Niragi. An absolute idiot. How he got to be a surgeon. Chishiya had no idea. He could barely manage to stitch up a cut. Yet somehow he was up for the same award. And flirting his nuts off with you. 

All the telltale signs were there. He of all people would know, You do it and think he doesn’t notice all the time. The way you gently pulled up the slit in your gorgeous purple gown. The way your eyes glittered slightly more than normal. The way your glossed lip never stopped smiling while talking to him. It was sickening. 

But it was fine. It’s not like he cared anyway. He tore his eyes away from you and Niragi. Deciding to find his seat as the ceremony would start soon. 

After a while, more people flooded in. People coming to sit down. Soon you and Niragi came to take a seat next to him. Your face never came to meet Chishiya’s eyes once. In an attempt to bury his anger, he downed the rest of his cocktail, deciding to drown out the sounds of your giggling by listening to the woman talking on stage. 

The speeches seemed to go on forever. It was almost worst than your constant conversation with Niragi. But finally, finally, it was time for the awards. And for once that entire night, Chishiya was excited. 

They went ahead and announced the award for best nurse of the year, best anesthesiologist of the year, and then finally It was time for the best surgeon of the year. Chishiya sat with his lips in a fine line as he waited for the woman to finally start announcing the upcoming results.  

“And last but not least everyone” the woman on stage started. “Our best surgeon of the year award goes to . . . Chishiya Shuntaro”. 

He stood up proudly as the crowd cheered. He swiftly made his way to the stage. Hands in his suit pants, he stood up at the podium and accepted the large trophy the woman had offered him. 

As he gave his speech, he looked around the audience. Just to see everyone he was speaking to of course. Or, at least that’s what he told himself. Though his eyes did manage to linger on you, who still had yourself turned up with Niragi. He stayed professional during his speech but as soon as he was off, he had an angered face for the rest of the night. 

It stayed that way after you had said your goodbyes to Niragi, having the nerve to leave a kiss on his cheek. It stayed that way on the car ride home. His tight grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white. And it stayed when he pushed his way into his home, with you hot on his heels. You followed him all the way up the stairs as he shoved off his shoes and jacket. You stood in the doorway of his room as he flopped down on his bed. Clearly trying to ignore your presence. 

You rolled your eyes, “Why do you have that look on your face?” you questioned.

“I do not have a look on my face.” He spoke. 

“Then why are you looking at me like that, you look pissed” You stated, walking closer to Chishiya. 

He sat up to look at you, a blank expression on his face, “Go home Y/n. I’m tired”.

Y/n laughed, “You have the most horrendous sleep schedule I’ve ever seen. You don’t sleeo.  Now you can either tell me what’s wrong, or I’m gonna guess”.

He rolled his eyes, eying you heavily. “Leave me alone”.

“I’ll have to guess then.” you sighed. “Its definitely not because you didn’t win. You got as many fruity cocktails as you wanted tonight, so thats not it. You honestly seemed pretty happy all night.”You said, thinking back until a knowing smirk spread across your face. “Wait, you only started staring at me like that when I was talking to the piercing guy, Niragi. Are you jealous Shiya” you teased. Chuckling at him.

“Shut up Y/n” He huffed, his glare burning a hole into your eyes. Your eyes widened, “Oh my god, you are jealous. Aww Shiya, that's so cute. You were jealous of Niragi. Is it because I was with him all night. Oh, you wanted me all to yourself didn’t you Shiya”. 

His eyes looked away from you and you smiled. Leaning closer towards his ears. “If you wanted me that bad Shiya why didn’t you just take me” You whispered. 

Before you could blink, You felt cold and slender hands slip over your waist. Pulling you onto his lap, making you yelp. You two stared deeply intoeach other's eyes for a split second. Then his lips came crashing into yours, electricity shocking both of you. There was nothing graceful about it. The kiss was rough and passionate. It was everything both of you had wanted for as long as either of you could remember. 

You felt Chishiya’s tongue slip into your mouth, dancing around with yours. His strong hands flipped you onto his bed. The bed was soft which made sense. Whenever Chishiya wasn’t in the office, sleep was his favorite pass time. 

The blonde man broke the kiss, allowing you to gasp for air. He sat up a little above you. Taking in the sight of you. Your neat bun was slowly falling out, your skin was flushed, and your lips were already swollen from his kisses. It was a sight he had always imagined. But nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. 

Slowly he slid his hand over the strap of your dress, teasing it before he whispered lowly. So low you had to strain your ears to hear him.  “You spent all night with him” Chishiya stated. Allowing the words to hang in the air as he tugged the straps of your dress forward a little. Pulling it almost far enough to see your dusky nipple peak through. He gave you a look, asking for permission. You nodded furiosly as he pulled the dress farther down. 

“I was so excited for tonight. You looked so gorgeous in this dress. With a smile on your face I thought was just for me” He started, leaning down into the crook of your neck. Licking the sensitive skin of your pulse point. You let out a moan as he nibbled along your neck. Testing the amount of pressure he used as he went along. It took a while before he let up. Looking at the already bruising marks he had left on your neck. 

He clicked his tongue at you, “But you do that for everyone. Give them that smile with your pretty lips. Pulling your dress up so that people can see your gorgeous thighs through the slit. Not to mention those eyes, they make me want to plunge my fingers knuckles deep into you” he said. You felt yourself clench around nothing, a mewl flowing out of your lips as he lent down to roll his tongue over your hard nipple. Swirling around it and sucking over it. 

Your back arched towards what his tongue was giving, his nipping at your nipples making your body jump and shudder. 

Chishiya seemed content with running his tongue along your breasts. But you were growing hot. You had wanted Chishiya like this forever. It was almost funny. You had been flirting your ass off for years yet he only got the hint when you flirted with somebody else. 

But that didn’t matter. Right now you wanted nothing more than for Chishiya to pay attention to the sopping wet mess that lay inside your underwear. “Shiya” you moaned as he landed a particularly hard bite on your nipple. 

He let out a hum, acknowledging you. Too embarressed to say the words, you gently nudged his head downwards. He chuckled, finally lifting himself up off of your chest. He lifted your chin to look at you. Your eyes pleading with him to do something more. Anything more. 

“Turn over for me”He said as you turned around. Shivering excitedly as is large hands continued to slide your purple gown off of your body, nails raking down your back until you were left in nothing but your soaking underwear. Chishiya threw your dress to the side as he admired your gorgeous fiure. Admiring the way your thighs and ass meshed so perfectly together. He brought a hand up to caress your ass before leaning forward. Forcing your back into a hard arch, making you let out a moan as you felt his hard cock press against you. 

He licked over the shell of your ear smiling as he heard your shaky sigh. “I bet Niragi wishes he could see you this. All pretty and wet for me.”He aid. 

“I hated seeing you look at him all night. I hated how you used those pretty lips to talk to him all night”He said, lightly smacking your ass. 

“Maybe I should punish you”He mused, caressing the red area he just hit. You tried to suppress it but you couldnt help letting out a little chuckle. He had never said something like that before. It sounded a little stupid. 

But apparently you were the only one who thought that, because that reaction had landed you with a completely harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp. 

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look Like I won’t punish you?”He asked, landing another blow to your other cheek. The burning sensation causing tears to begin to brim in your eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t even touch you, maybe you can go have Niragi to yourself. See if he can do anything close to me. Is that what you want?”He said angrily. 

You tried to express how bad you wanted him to punish you, but you were cut off by another harsh slap. His cold hands wove there way into your hair. Yanking it up so you would look him in the eye. “Answer me slut”He demanded, hitting you again rather harshly once again making you groan in pain. 

“No, Shiya. I want you. I-I want you to . . .”You stuttered, having trouble getting out a full sentence. 

“Use your words baby, or we can do this all night longt”He assured, hand coming down on your bright red ass again. You hissed in pain as he soothes over the spot he had just hit. “I want you to fuck me” you moaned. “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me so bad” you exclaimed. 

“That's what I want to hear,” He said. Releasing your hair he decided to grab a hold of your neck instead. Pulling your naked back flush against his clothed stomach. His other hand reached down into your underwear. Using a finger to slowly circle around your clit. You didn’t realize how worked up you were until your legs spasmed immediately from the stimulation. He hadn’t even done all that much. Chishiya just seemed to have magical fingers. You moaned as Chishiya quickened his pace. Making your toes curl in pleasure. 

“Shiya, more please” You begged. Much to your dismay, Chishiya pulled his hand away. Flipping you over onto your back. 

“I can’t do that sweetheart. If I did then you would cum and I can’t have that. This is a punishment after all”He said. Slowly hooking his figngers into your underwear. Pulling the sticky fabric off of your pussy. You watched intently as he settled himself inbetween your thighs. Staring up into your eyes as he slid his tongue over your sensitive pussy. Holding your thighs still as you bucked upwards into his tongue .

His lips sucked around your clit, toungue teasing the little bud each time he did. The stimulation was almost too much. The constant suckling of your hard clit making your legs quiver. 

You yelped in surprise as one of his slender fingers entered you. Slowly scraping into the spongy spot along your front wall. Everything Chishiya was doing to you was slow, languid, and incredibly drawn out. He made you crave him in ways you had never wanted before. He was making you feel ways you had never felt before. And you were loving every minute of it. 

It didn’t take long for your thighs to start shaking again as the heat in your stomach grew. An orgasm nearing. But as if he could sense your upcoming excitement, he moved away. Your body shook with the loss of stimulation. A moan leaving your body. 

“Shiya, please. Just let me cum” You begged. You were terribly worked up. You just wanted release. 

“Sorry sweetheart. You’re not cumming until I do”He said, sliding off the bed. Slowly he slid off his suit jacket allowing it to fall off the floor. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, watching as your eyes followed his fingers' every move. Once the shirt was opened he pulled down his pants. Then last but not least his boxers came down. 

You stared wide-eyed at him. Chishiya’s cock was gorgeous, in all its hard glory. Beautiful pink tip leaking with a dangerous amount of pre-cum. Rock hard with himself pointing to the ceiling all because of you. Not to mention how big it was. You weren’t sure you could actually take it. 

Chishiya got closer to you, leaning over your body. You looked at him excitedly as he pressed a kiss to your lips, peppering them along your jaw. “You think you can take all of me, princess?”He asked. “Do you think you deserve to?”. 

“Please Shiya, I want to take all of your cock” You moaned. Knowing your words would speed up the process. 

Chishiya grabbed a hold of his cock. Running the tip through your ridiculously wet folds, running it back and forth as it got wetter and wetter. He rubbed your juices all over himself. Moaning at the sensation of his hand pumping himself. He let go of himself as he grabbed your legs holding them up to your chest with one hand. The other one guiding itself into your sopping hole. The thick tip slid in easily, both of you moaning. 

The way Chishiya stretched you was absolutely amazing. It burned in such a delicious way. You wish you could always feel like this. Slowly, Chishiya pushed farther in. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. So he settled for watching your face contort in pleasure the farther he pushed in, all the way until he botttomed out. He still didn’t move, allowing you time to adjust. Watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes had been squeezed shut, opened. Nodding at him to start moving. 

Chishiya pulled almost all the way out before slamming right back in. Fucking you hard right off the bat. The tip of his cock touching your g-spot every time he slid into you. His slow pace didn’t last for long though. His pace very quickly sped up. He started to fuck you faster. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filling the room. There was something so sexy about this. The way he was using your pussy for his pleasure. Allowing for his usual poker face to drop into a pleasured face. 

“Fuck Princess”He moaned, legs pressing deeply into your chest. “Your so tight, taking my cock so well”He said. 

You whimpered at his words, clenching around him. Chishiya’s hips stuttered a bit but never slowed down as a white ring of his own cum started to form on his cock. You smiled brightly as he had cum which meant it was finally your turn.

“Shiya, baby, can I cum now please” You whined. You let out a pathetic whimper as he slowed down. 

“How bad do you want me to make you cum baby” Chishiya asked. 

“So bad” you moaned, fucking yourself down onto his cock making him groan. 

“Beg” He commanded. 

You sighed, “Come on Shiya, I can’t-”

“Do it” He commanded, halting your hips and making you whimper..

“Please Baby, fuck me so hard that I remember nobody can make me cum like you can. Please fuck me, Shiya, please I’m begging you- ah!”You screamed. 

He was drilling into you once again. Fucking into you harder than he did before. The white ring around his cock was no longer just his cum, you started creaming over his cock as he fucked you relentlessly. His thumb came to rub over your clit sending a zap of pleasure throughout your pussy. 

You could feel something building up deep in the pits of your stomach. Coiling up and waiting for release. The harder Chishiya fucked you, the harder your thighs quivered. The knot in your stomach starts to loosen. With a few more thrusts you threw your head back and moaned loudly as you.s quirted around Chishiya’s big cock. You continued to shake as he fucked you through your orgasm. Then pulling out, just to leave you empty and full of his cum.. 

He flopped down next to you. Pulling you closer to his warm chest. 

“Shiya,” I said lowly. 

“Yes Y/n”

“Niragi’s gay” You exclaimed. 

He looked you right in your eye, “So the flirting was fake” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Niragi said it would get your attention and considering the fact I can’t walk properly, I would say it worked” She chuckled.

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Sorry For Any Spelling Mistakes. Hope You Enjoyed!

#chishiya smut #chishiya #chishiya x you #chishiya x fem!reader #alice in borderland

[vickyvicarious]

There were two lines in particular that stood out to me today, and made me wonder just how long the Captain has suspected the first mate of being the cause of all these disappearances. They are as follows:

Just as I was beginning to hope that the mate would come out calmer—for I heard him knocking away at something in the hold, and work is good for him—there came up the hatchway a sudden, startled scream, which made my blood run cold, and up on the deck he came as if shot from a gun—a raging madman, with his eyes rolling and his face convulsed with fear. [...] I suppose I know the secret too, now. It was this madman who had got rid of the men one by one, and now he has followed them himself.

August 2

There are two main things going on here. First, the mate is a violent madman; secondly, the Captain knows that work will calm him down. This latter implies that the Captain has taken pains to manage the mate's temper in the past. And in doing so, it adds an extra facet of guilt to his assumption that the mate was the killer all along, because he knew at least a little bit, and he thought he'd been handling it. He thought he understood just how far the mate would go, and how to stop him, and it turns out now that he was blind all along. I imagine he feels responsible for failing to protect the rest of his crew. The familiarity implied by the Captain knowing how to manage the mate also suggests that even if he started suspecting him a while ago, he might not have wanted to admit to it, even to himself.

I decided to look back over the previous entries with the Captain's perspective of the mate in mind, and honestly... I can definitely see where his suspicions would have grown. There are also several little moments of him trying to 'manage' the mate, as well as some insight into the mate's own character and the reasons for his reactions. But it does involve a fair bit of quoting, so I'm sticking it under a cut for length.

Mate could not make out what was wrong; they only told him there was something, and crossed themselves. Mate lost temper with one of them that day and struck him. Expected fierce quarrel, but all was quiet.

14 July

This is the first mention of the mate. He is immediately linked with violence. From the Captain's perspective, he gets furious with the crew's superstitions and is very quick to resort to violence. The Captain expects things to escalate (possibly due to knowing the mate, possibly due to the crew reacting badly to one of them being hit) but is pleasantly surprised when they don't.

With later context, it seems apparent that the reason the mate is so furious is specifically because of the something that doesn't get named. Perhaps he thinks he knows what the worst 'something' is and that it can't be here; perhaps he just is angry that they won't elaborate. But the superstition is what makes him cross over from anger into outright violence, in what seems like an unplanned and heat-of-the-moment reaction.

Men more downcast than ever. All said they expected something of the kind, but would not say more than there was something aboard. Mate getting very impatient with them; feared some trouble ahead.

16 July

It's the same thing here. The Captain is outright wary of the mate's reaction to the crew, and is paying close attention, likely with an intention to manage the situation when tensions build too much. But the mate is once again bothered most by the vague fear of something supernatural. Again I wonder if it's more about them considering it being here at all (he knows It can't follow him onto the water) or with them refusing to name their fear to him (maybe he knows of other things as well).

Later in the day I got together the whole crew, and told them, as they evidently thought there was some one in the ship, we would search from stem to stern. First mate angry; said it was folly, and to yield to such foolish ideas would demoralise the men; said he would engage to keep them out of trouble with a handspike. I let him take the helm, while the rest began thorough search, all keeping abreast, with lanterns: we left no corner unsearched. As there were only the big wooden boxes, there were no odd corners where a man could hide. Men much relieved when search over, and went back to work cheerfully. First mate scowled, but said nothing.

17 July

The Captain's willingness to capitulate to the crew's fears angers the mate. Knowing this, we see the Captain give the mate a job to do to keep him occupied while everyone else gets involved in the search. From his POV, this seems to work to keep him calm/stop him from realizing his threat, and it allows the Captain to calm everyone else: a win-win. But I think the mate's objections reveal much more about himself than they do the crew. He is the one who would be demoralized, who is trying so hard not to yield to such foolish ideas. He's rejecting everything to do with the idea of a monster on board, because he knows/fears it to well to handle himself. If he lets himself acknowledge the possibility there's no way he could keep it together, so he lashes out instead. By being left in charge of the helm, he gets to avoid feeding his own fears, and meanwhile everyone else's reassured reaction probably reassures whatever part of himself knows the truth.

Rough weather last three days, and all hands busy with sails—no time to be frightened. Men seem to have forgotten their dread. Mate cheerful again, and all on good terms.

22 July

This entry is dual-purpose. First, the mate has also been extremely busy, and this is a good distraction for him from his fear. Secondly, the crew being so busy means that they haven't been bringing up their suspicions, and so it's easier for him to ignore his own. While they have only forgotten their dread, he's described as cheerful. Possibly that's just in contrast to his prior anger, but it might also hint that he is outright happy at things seeming normal again/the ability to shove all suspicion down.

Men all in a panic of fear; sent a round robin, asking to have double watch, as they fear to be alone. Mate angry. Fear there will be some trouble, as either he or the men will do some violence.

24 July

The Captain's worry for the crew is more likely to be mutiny due to their fear; he worries that the mate will lose control of his temper and try to beat them down in order to shut them up. What he's missing is that the mate's reaction is also related to fear. Giving in to a double watch is as much as saying there is something to be afraid of, which he desperately does not want to do.

Honorary mention for the lack of mention of the mate in the 28 July entry as well - once again, they've been working endlessly, and there isn't any mention of the mate. You might expect someone's temper to get shorter when they're sleep-deprived. But the mate is calmed by being busy and by not having to listen to the crew's fears.

Are now without second mate, and crew in a panic. Mate and I agreed to go armed henceforth and wait for any sign of cause.

29 July

This line applies to all three. The Captain allowing the mate to go armed may seem to be an odd way to manage his temper, but I think it comes down to giving him more of a job to do. Working calms him down. Having the ability and responsibility to do something will reassure him. And of course, as first mate it's simply his job to be one of the two men making these decisions and keeping their heads cool when everyone else is panicking. On the other hand, at least in retrospect, this moment must contribute to making him look suspicious later. He now has an excuse to be armed at all times and suddenly things start getting worse much faster, almost like he doesn't need to wait for an opportunity like before.

And finally, from the mate's POV, this moment marks him finally capitulating of his own accord to his fears. He's no longer able to ignore the situation, or grumpily follow the orders of others who are being foolish. No, now he is involved in the choice to stay armed, and by taking action himself he's started to open the door to his own fears.

Retired worn out; slept soundly; awaked by mate telling me that both man of watch and steersman missing. 

30 July

Except for the first man who went missing, it has often been unclear who discovers the missing people. But now we get the mate being the one to deliver the news. At least in hindsight, this can't help but make him seem more suspicious. Right after the Captain agrees that both of them should be armed and ready, the mate delivers news that two men have gone missing at once. If he is the one who did it, then surely this timing suggests that he found it easier to kill them. That's not to say it would have been impossibly for him to just pick up a weapon earlier, but in the Captain's frame of mind this timing probably makes him more suspicious.

We seem to be drifting to some terrible doom. Mate now more demoralised than either of men. His stronger nature seems to have worked inwardly against himself. Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and patiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian.

1 August

After his discovery of the two missing crewmembers, the mate is miserable. Here the readers finally get the reveal of his nationality, suggesting that he's known of vampires all along. And he's miserable and afraid. Likely repeating to himself again and again that it's impossible, they can't cross running water, etc. Since the ship is drifting, he can't even throw himself into his work in the same way, and this forced inaction makes everything worse for him. Meanwhile the Captain sees the mate's condition and views it as his stronger nature turned inwardly to his detriment. This phrasing is a little confusing but I think could definitely contribute to seeing him as suspicious, in that his mental stability is suffering.

Woke up from few minutes' sleep by hearing a cry, seemingly outside my port. Could see nothing in fog. Rushed on deck, and ran against mate. Tells me heard cry and ran, but no sign of man on watch. One more gone. Lord, help us! Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog lifting he saw North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out.

2 August

Sure, there's no one else to do it. But it must feel suspicious that suddenly the mate is the one delivering all information. Once again, he's the one delivering news of another death he's been just too late to prevent. He's the only one who knows where they are in the fog, and the news he delivers isn't welcome. If the Captain has been harboring any suspicions at all, or even if he's just beginning to do so, all of this timing can be recontextualized to make the mate seem very suspicious.

Of course, we readers know that his story must be the truth. The mate has finally admitted what must be going on to himself, and yet he doesn't understand how, nor has he been able to do anything at all to prevent it. The futility and fear is driving him mad. Which brings us back to today...

I dared not leave it, so shouted for the mate. After a few seconds he rushed up on deck in his flannels. He looked wild-eyed and haggard, and I greatly fear his reason has given way. [...] He came close to me and whispered hoarsely, with his mouth to my ear, as though fearing the very air might hear: "It is here; I know it, now. On the watch last night I saw It, like a man, tall and thin, and ghastly pale. It was in the bows, and looking out. I crept behind It, and gave It my knife; but the knife went through It, empty as the air." And as he spoke he took his knife and drove it savagely into space. Then he went on: "But It is here, and I'll find It. It is in the hold, perhaps in one of those boxes. I'll unscrew them one by one and see. You work the helm." [...] "Save me! save me!" he cried, and then looked round on the blanket of fog. His horror turned to despair, and in a steady voice he said: "You had better come too, captain, before it is too late. He is there. I know the secret now. The sea will save me from Him, and it is all that is left!"

3 August

The Captain finally openly admits his suspicions. That, or perhaps he was denying them to himself all along, and only after seeing the mate's latest reaction did he think back over the earlier journey. He's got time to do so while stuck at the helm, after all. Even now he still hopes that the exertion will calm the mate down to a point where he can be reasoned with, until finally his return from the hold - and immediate suicide - put paid to that notion. And yet, the guilt must be even stronger because even lost in his violent delusion (as the Captain sees it), the mate never tries to hurt the Captain, and even tries to tell him how to 'save' himself. It suggests a kind of connection, maybe a friendship, that makes the Captain's conclusion about the mate's guilt all the sadder. Not only is it his responsibility as the captain to protect his crew, but as the only person who the mate doesn't want to hurt/possibly who really knew him he should have been able to see what was going on and stop it. None of that is reasonable really, he's absolutely been doing his best, but I think it could be how he might feel about it.

Meanwhile, we see that the mate tried to kill the vampire once already. In reading back over these entries, I think I've realized something. The mate has internally admitted the possibility of a vampire for several days now, though he hasn't spoken to anyone else. He saw it the last night, and was unable to stop it in time to save his crewmate, but finally was determined to act against it at all costs. It, still. He crept up from behind, he didn't get a good look. It's not until today that he finally 'knows the secret'. It's not until today that he understands "He is there." I think the final straw for the mate may have been his discovery, when unscrewing the boxes, that this isn't just any vampire. This is Count Dracula. It's Him. The vampire. And the mate screams, flees in fear, despairs, gives up on any plan of fighting at all - knowing that this is not a fight he could ever win. Instead he flings himself into the water. After all, in its depths a man can sleep -- as a man.

#dracula daily #captain of the demeter #crew of the demeter #my meta

[somethingsomeart]

I'm back on my bullshit again~! A more proper view of Hunter!Tahir (where he's not suffering my memes for once) as I imagined him while I played through The Northern Passage IF demo @northern-passage And small scenes and interactions with the characters: Lea Chen, Merry Harlowe, Clementine and Noel Lykaon

Special appearances by Dot (the horse), a badly carved turtle, a little lucky bell and the Rot (and Tahir at the end of the demo)

Fangirlish rambling under the cut! It long

This honestly largely took this long cuz I could *not* figure out which scene I wanted to use for Noel! Xe has a ton of really great scenes but in most the Hunter wears their cloak (as per usual) and I really wanted one where that doesn't happen. Cuz, for Tahir, Noel is one of the people he's the most comfortable just being himself around rather than a hunter, cuz xe is hunter too but kind and he makes it easier. And since Tahir is an idiot who didn't even care to check for the wraith before going for Clem, he's kinda unconscious when they first meet!

So I ended up picking the scene in front of the door after the Hunter accidentally-on-purpose opens the Vel, where, to hide xirs fear and concern ('m guessing), Noel makes a joke that actually has the Hunter laughing. A short moment of almost normalcy surrounded by something that, of the group, only the two fully share.

Meanwhile Lea (he/him from a d3 toss) gets to be a gremlin! It was honestly a cute and really natural scene that I'd been itching to doodle for a bit so here it is! (Tahir's horse is called Dot cuz she has a dot in the centre of her forehead. She's a lusitano uwu I'm dating a horseboy, I gotta respect the horse) Tahir's favourite (non alcoholic) drink is actually coffee so Lea won himself some extra points right there! That he immediately lost for laughing at Tahir's suffering >:'(

Merry gets the scene with the little carved turtle cuz my thoughts were pretty much the same as Tahir's when I read the scene. It was really cute! It felt like seeing Merry rather than the pirate captain who is trying to protect her town, almost vulnerable and caring for just a little trinket that matters to her. Basically, Merry cute, cute Merry cute, I draw

Clem gets to tell a story! A story that, I'm sure, isn't going to be deeply meaningful nor anything. This is also a moment where Clem reaches out to the Hunter with an offer to protect them so I really wanted to include it. Despite how scared they seem, they still offer to come to the Hunter if he calls, and, ye, wanted to draw that!

And Tahir! As the Hunter. Tahir has brown eyes in the narration but he normally has amber ones, so I kept here even if it's hard to see ':D

Alcohol for his poison of choice. Favourite magic is sword. Touch starved as much as touch averse, no, he doesn't get it either.

He promised Jorah and he means to keep that promise, but gods if he’s not tired…

Very protective of his people: Noel, Lea and his dads mentors in particular, but Merry and Clem too (and whoever might need protection but these people most of all atm). In part thanks to that promise, and how it does help remind him to not hate others for… well, most of what being a hunter means, but it has led to him internalising a lot of that anger into a lack of care for his own safety that then leads to him being almost self-sacrificing when others are in danger. It’s fine tho! He’s fine!

He’s always fine, he has to be.

I haven’t figured out yet which romance path he’s gonna go for yet! Merry cute, Lea is delightful drama, and Noel is an absolute darling (sorry, Clem, you're not an option for Tahir, but at least that means less angst in your life??) so I am dying here!!

At this point in the demo Tahir’s managed to fight with Lea, but still agreed to talk, and lit his pipe (delicious scene btw, 5 stars~), was not kicked out of Merry’s ship cuz he kept away from the books but did get kicked out of her office when he went there to talk (yes, it hurt. A lot. He felt like such an idiot), been flustered by Noel and had a surprisingly not terrible conversation with him before they went to the isolation district, and made a blood pact with Clem, that came back to bite him in the ass (but also not really cuz wow! Keres hurts), he wants to have a little chat, Clem…!

He also got punched with the butt of a knife in the face by Duncan but paid him back in the final-current-demo-fight >:) (Duncan is awful in the absolutely best way possible! Had a lot of fun in his scenes and really enjoying hating the guy)

Really excited to get to find out what the hell Jorah is doing there, and working with/for Keres and Duncan?? In future chapters. (Also, Tahir would like to know where's Rodrick?? Where's dad, dad??) Also to find out more about the Hunter’s new “little” tagalong (aka, the Firstborn, I'm still going all in it's them!). Tahir actually doesn’t hate them, since they’ve only hurt him (as far as he knows) and not his people so there’s a good chance they’ll maybe be actually able to talk??

If you read this far, wow.

#doodle #fanart #the northern passage #digital sketch #if fanart #artists on tumblr #Lea Chen #Merry Harlowe #Clementine #Noel Lykaon #the Hunter #Tahir Salit #If you have light enough brown-ish eyes are you basically ahab 🤔 #(assigned hunter at birth) #halp how do u draw wet shirts

[ericmicael]

And the last two episodes of the “Frozen Podcast” were released... if they don't release Wolfgang's extras next week, that's the end.

11 – THE CONSEQUENCES AND THE SOLUTION

It starts among the soldiers where the soldier that I nicknamed “young soldier” says that he was there the day Sankerhus' ship sank and Mattias asks the man to become the new narrator of the podcast... The man is excited in the narration

Disa explains to the sisters what happened to the automatons and her experiment about trying to reproduce what happened when they freaked out when interacting with the spirits, and Kristoff talks about the accident involving the wooden planks that caused the machine to turn on.

As there were no magical elements at that moment in the port, the automatons ended up focusing on Elsa and her magic, but before attacking they had to calibrate and at that moment the people from Sankerhus appeared with Wolfgang's lanterns modified by Disa and which also ended up attracting the machines. Then the confusion begins with Mattias and his men trying to turn off the lanterns and the automatons chasing whoever had one, and they throw the lanterns away, ending up starting a fire

Elsa takes control of the situation, wanting to resolve the issue of automatons with her magic, Disa even tries to help, but the Snow Queen is cold towards her, ignoring her, wanting the woman not to get in the way anymore

But Anna, unlike her sister, supports Disa who wants the woman to help her with the fire using her science while the soldiers deal with the lanterns and evacuate the entire area

Mattias returns to be the main narrator

Disa, using her knowledge of science, wants to focus on the center of the fire to prevent it from spreading, but it is Kristoff who remembers Wolfgang's “fire extinguishers” and goes to his friend while they go to Elsa

And for the first time Disa doesn't have a plan, she just wants to stop them, the woman apologizes to Anna and the queen forgives her again, but says this is not the time for that now

Elsa fights the automatons. Disa tells Anna about a secret button on the machines that would expose her insides so it would be easier to hit and so the two go to help. Elsa finally has a conversation with Disa where the woman explains about the button that will reveal the automatons' weakness, and the Snow Queen reveals her regret at having judged Disa so early when all the other woman wanted was to help her own people. And at the end Disa says that maybe when this is all over they can have tea together and talk about queenly matters, Elsa agrees with the idea smiling to Disa's delight (almost a “then it's a date”)

And meanwhile the speedy Anna manages to press the button revealing the weaknesses of the automatons and Elsa fires her magic which finally enters the machines defeating them to the joy of the three women

But when everything seemed happy, one of the automatons ends up breaking free and attacking Elsa directly, but Disa pushes her, placing herself in front to receive the full force of the blow, to the despair of the two sisters and the anger of the soldiers, who are left with yet another cliffhanger

12 – THE SAGA ENDS, THE SAGA BEGINS

In the beginning it starts with Mattias trying to make the soldiers guess what happened to Disa

Disa ends up hurting herself so badly from the attack that she can't stand, but not seriously enough since Elsa was quick and finished off the machine before a tragedy happened

Elsa then leaves Disa in the care of Anna, who asks for a doctor and goes to the fire while Wolfgang arrives

In the present the young soldier seems quite frustrated that after so much drama and suspense Disa just suffered a cut that Mattias claims will be fully treated in a few days of rest. They wonder if after all this Disa received any punishment, but Mattias reinforces that Anna forgave her everything. And at that moment Wolfgang, the birds and Kristoff arrive along with Disa's automatons which, in Mattias' words, were used to build a canal in Sankerhus. Wolfgang praises Kristoff's quick action in the case of the fire in Arendelle and again he makes the proposal to make the blonde an industrialist and once again Anna's romantic partner refuses the offer

Wolfgang brought the last piece for the construction of the canal that will connect Sankerhus with the sea, and then Anna and Disa arrive near the machine that connects the canal. And as a surprise specially prepared by Anna to please Disa, Elsa appears to the delight of the Queen of Sankerhus (yes, this is not my invention). Elsa is very interested in Disa's machine that explains details of the process that will guide sea water to Sankerhus, and that with the earth used to make the canal it would fortify the kingdom to prevent it from suffering from floods... . But it is Anna, at Disa's request, who activates the machine and makes the water run

And to celebrate everything going well, Wolfgang decides to play some music and brings a giant instrument made from parts of automatons that had wheels and could be pushed around like a cart. Wolfgang plans to travel the world performing his music and opera with this instrument. He even tries to invite Mattias to join the band, but he refuses. The nephew of the Duke of Weselton abandoned his old life and titles to follow his dream of spreading the culture of music to the people

Although he is leaving, Wolfgang says he regularly visits Arendelle. The man and Disa agree that they can now put their skills and dreams to good use, which gives them the excitement to play a new opera with nine acts, but they stop him even though the music starts playing

Disa once again thanks Anna for the help she gave her in everything that happened after the Sankerhus flood, and her words that made her trust in her abilities which Anna claims to be Disa's “magic”, but she reinforces that the science is not magic for the three women to laugh. Then Disa and Elsa begin to argue about whether there aren't rules in magic that allow the Snow Queen to create fantastic things like an ice palace on top of a mountain, but the conversation between the three women is full of laughter and joy

#frozen 2 #frozen podcast #forces of nature #queen anna #kristoff #elsa #queen disa #lord wolfgang #mattias frozen

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

MUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANON GAME FOR DOE AND MAPPLETHORPE AND DOE AND GONZO (separately!) | original meme

THE MEMES ARE BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE LOOOOONG

also gotta tag Billie cause OUR BABIES @frieddiscjockey & @coastercrushed

DOE & MAPPLETHORPE (the sacred Moe ship)

who curses more? it's a real tossup, but I would say Mapplethorpe does in a casual sense. Passing curses, using fuck as an adjective, it's not for anger, but like, aussie slang is curse laden, and Mapplethorpe is a wild child who doesn't have a filter at the best of the times! So like, I'm sorry, he's swearing constantly. BUT LIKE WHEN IT COMES TO ANGER AND PAIN?? Doe puts Mapplethorpe into the ground with the sheer VITRIOL she spews. She curses less in comparison, but her curses are like, ten in a single minute, and she's cursing your bloodline, your favorite basketball team, your fifth grade teacher, the last person that smiled and you AND your mother. Sorry. ASASDJSAD

who is more patient? Doe, no question there!

who does the driving? Toss up, Doe is a better driver than Mapplethorpe, she can keep her attention focused on the task for much, much, much longer than he can, but he's the one running to the car first. He likes being in control and likes it when she's the one in charge of the directions. She explains them in a way he understands best. That and when they get takeout, she'll lean over him and he LOVES that.

who is louder? who is quieter? Mape is louder and Doe is marginally quieter but I'm sorry you can hear these two across the fog, they're so obnoxious and loud. ASDJASD

who is more physically affectionate? MAPPLETHORPE, Doe is bolder and more willing to instigate things but sorry, he's climbing into her lap and laying across her starfish style. He wants kisses and hugs and everything!!

who is more likely to tease the other? DOOOOOE, she thinks Mapplethorpe is so so cute when he's blushing bright red and looking at her with his big, shocked and enamored eyes.

who is better with time management? Doe, Doe likes on a routine existence down to the seconds, per her issues with trauma and anxiety, so she's helpful to Mapplethorpe in that regard. Sometimes he needs to hold her hand though and remind her, it's not the end of the world when there's a fifteen minute delay.

who wins the arm wrestling matches? ASDASD DOE I FEAR. Mapplethorpe INSISTS he was letting her win. She disagrees though! Mape is strong! Strong enough to lift her, but she has him beat in the lower arms!

who controls the music in the car ride? They alternate depending on who's driving! Driver's never allowed to be in control of the stereo though, that's how you get in car accidents, or worse, get hit with the autoplay CURSE!

who covers dinner when they order in? They alternate, Mapplethorpe usually does on the basis that he wants to eat out more often, but Doe does it every date night at HER insistence! She wants to spoil her prince. Which he is more than happy to take her up on! Haha

who is more outgoing? who is more shy? I will say Mapplethorpe BUT ON PAPER ALONE. Doe isn't shy after she's been acclimatized to her situation in most cases, but Mapplethorpe doesn't have these issues. What he DOES have is a difficulty socializing at other people's paces and taking the cue! He doesn't mean badly but in terms of actually bridging that connection and meeting them where the other person stands in a way that's less of an overwhelming wall of ENERGY and more like a pleasant handshake? Doe has him beat there.

who has the more outlandish fashion sense? THEY ARE EQUALLY MATCHED IN STUPID AND OVER THE TOP. They are the Jesse and James of the Fog. They take every opportunity to be over the top and wear matching outfits. They cosplay together in the modern verse. I know this, there is no contest cause these guys both give it their all and GET IT.

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them? Doe and like, honestly?? Probably the person forced to listen to them being stupidly obnoxious and adorable together. That or Mapplethorpe because he can't catch his breath.

who has the darker/more “edgy” sense of humor? Godddd, depends on the verse, I want to say Doe though, because where Mapplethorpe often tends to avoid the trauma of his death and circumstances by completely ignoring it. I feel like, while still emotionally distancing herself, Doe slips in more dark 'humour' when it comes into processing what she's gone through. By joking about it she's trying to reduce it like a joke, but these jokes often don't land and they're more worrying than anything. God, get this girl into some therapy PLEASE.

who is more competitive when it comes to games? DOOOE, guilty as charged, she needs to have the highscore everytime they play. It's just a fact, she's a sore loser too, but its okay, a kiss on the cheek and she's back to her normal self!

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth? MAPPLETHORPE!! Sorry, when he's hungry he's HUNGRY, Doe has watched him put away an entire sheet of (non-weed) brownies in one sitting cause they were warm and fudgy and she made them for him! How he does it is anyone's guess!

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public? BOTH OF THEM, Doe is more likely to throw the punch though! Mapplethorpe has a mean bark but his bark is nothing to Doe's bite! They are tag teaming when Mapplethorpe inevitably gets into a fight!

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them? Mapplethorpe and Doe respectively! She's a very social person but she can't take the heat of a whole gathering on her own! she prefers to be the join in assist making sure things are running, folks are fed and having a good time while he talks his heart out!

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other? Doe and OFTEN. These two aren't on the wealthiest side so eating in is often but Doe is a good cook and more than that, Mapplethorpe is a foodie! He loves to eat whatever she's serving up with plenty of compliments to the chef!

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior? DOE, no question there.

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other? Doe, Mapplethorpe isn't as quick to notice and he does, he sometimes lacks the words to articulate it well, but he does and he's always there!

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)? They both do! I fear they're the people that strike up conversation casually with a server or other people in a store and their kids are CURSING them!

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support? DOE

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it? Mapplethorpe!! Doe NEVER goes down without a fight though!

DOE & GONZO

who curses more? DOE, Gonzo has his moments but he has much more of a filter than Doe does, especially when heated!

who is more patient? GONZO

who does the driving? N/A, sadly their main verses are locked into CFP. Gonzo takes the lead driving the go-kart around on romantic strolls while Doe is resting on his shoulder though!

who is louder? who is quieter? Doe is louder! Gonzo is more of a quiet lover all things considered!

who is more physically affectionate? DOE, Gonzo has his worries about being overly affectionate with her and potentially triggering things. He knows she's had a rough go of it and one of his greatest fears is making things worse, but Doe sees this and while she appreciates it, she wishes he was less afraid. She is headbutting him with love and slowly encouraging him with communication and gestures of physical affection!

who is more likely to tease the other? Toss up!! It's all in good faith though!

who is better with time management? Doe?? Solely because she has a watch though! Haha

who wins the arm wrestling matches? GONZO, no contest, he'll let her win once or twice though!

who controls the music in the car ride? N/A, again, they're stuck in the park, but Gonzo is the DJ! He offers to teach Doe! In truth he's a little curious, but Doe wouldn't trade his dj'ing and adorable tributes to her for the world!

who covers dinner when they order in? N/A, again, stuck in the park, but Doe is the one that does snack runs for them both in exchange for a kiss and a cuddle in the booth!

who is more outgoing? who is more shy? Gonzo is the more outgoing one and Doe, well, CFP!Doe is an entirely different beast! Haha

who has the more outlandish fashion sense? Gonzo, but in the 90s stoner way that's a bit more than the depression outfit Doe is forever stuck wearing!

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them? Doe does!

who has the darker/more “edgy” sense of humor? God,,, I'd say Gonzo! Though his sense of humor is like, mostly about him being electrocuted! He's not mean about it! He just thinks it's funny!

who is more competitive when it comes to games? Doe!

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth? Gonzo, but solely cause Doe doesn't actually eat very much!

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public? DOE NO QUESTION, the fights with Mapplethorpe are inevitable I fear!

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them? Gonzo hosts and starts the gathering with the music, Doe is the designated babysitter sitting back and watching things to make sure it runs without fight and quietly basking in the energy.

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other? N/A, I would say Doe though on principle when Vi brings them food!

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior? DOE, she would straight up kill a person. and she has! Her murderer is now just as dead as she is, but he doesn't get a second chance!

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other? Gonzo!

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)? Gonzo, Doe is a little shy I won't lie!

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support? Gonzo and Doe both are equally likely but they had different capacities to help given everything about their deaths!

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it? DOOOOE, Gonzo gets spooked but hes not a vengeful sort! Haha

#🦌 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄. || this time she never returned #☀️ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍. || mapplethorpe & doe || dyn.

[gcldfanged]

[Continued from HERE.]

@monstersmade:

Veld breathes out, low and slow through his nose. He's not opposed to honesty - even though it was rare in this line of work - but it was always preferred on his own terms. On the other hand, he's always proud of his Turks taking advantage of a situation. "Can't it be a mix?" There's a teasing in his tone, somewhere between cruelty and actual amusement. "A gutter trash kid that I find to be quite useful? People with happy lives don't make good Turks, and Turks who have too many connections, to many people that care about them, aren't gonna last. You are... Mouldable. Shapeable. The potential was there before me, I used it to my advantage - you'd be stupid if you didn't know that already. It's not a matter of feeling sorry for you or not, I'm not a charity." "All of that is true. Also true that I care about you. That I want you safe, and strong and happy. It's supposed to be that all Turks have are each other - just because I fucked up on that doesn't mean that I don't love you. Just not enough, I guess."

Jae circles the pad of his index finger around the rim of his shot glass. He tried to steady the way his breathing made his chest rise and fall, slowing the natural responses to his own mounting frustration and self-directed anger. The insinuation managed to sting in a way he hadn’t anticipated, but the fact that Veld had even gone there to begin with gave rise to another surge of emotions he’d rather not deal with, at present. He’d managed (or so he thought) to finally let that past wound scab over, learned a hard lesson that he carried with him for the following years, only to have some vague airs of sentimentality rip it open anew- and he got the distinct impression that he was being jabbed right where it hurt most for allowing that to happen.

"Well, you of all people should know how greedy I can be- Give me an inch, I'll try to take a mile," he drawls easily enough, feigning a neutral mask of amused indifference. "I think that's actually a real thing headshrinks and vets talk about, kinda like... what's the word. Like food insecurity, but apply it to everything else."

Jae was being a little self-effacing. He'd talked big when he was a fourteen year old, snot-nosed and probably mentally impaired from one too many beatings and whatever baiju did to a child's developing braincells- Nothing good, obviously. But maybe deep down he always knew he'd never be able to fill those sizable shoes, no matter how badly he'd wanted to mold and shape himself into Verdot's shadow.

"I'm not gonna sit here and sound ungrateful and act like you weren't exactly what I needed when I needed it, but..." he trails off, unsure of what he's even digging around for. He thought he'd let that ship sail, stopped barking up that tree, now here he was feeling like a total asshole.

He tilts his head to the side, looking thoughtful while pouring out another shot for the elder man.

"If we're gonna use each other, then let's use each other. We're both consenting adults- No harm, no foul, right?"

#monstersmade #◈ rp threads #Jae: *has no shame AT ALL* #Jae: you bastard (affectionate)

[paperstorm]

10 random lines

I am LATE but I was tagged by @cinnaluminum @reyesstrand and @rmd-writes

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it! Then tag 10 people.

He tastes like mint. Must’ve chewed some gum or a Tic-Tac before coming over to ask TK to dance, and TK resolutely sets that information down and doesn’t pick it up again because if he has to think about there being intention in the way this man approached him, he might have to stop kissing him. Back to the habit after kicking it (911 Lone Star)

“Dude, I was born in Manhattan,” TK defends. “Lived there my whole life until three months ago. Nobody I grew up with knows how to drive, having a car on the island makes no sense unless you’re super rich or have some kind of kink for sitting in traffic for an hour to go 10 blocks.” Life's a game of inches (911 Lone Star)

Merlin seeks Arthur’s lips for a messy kiss, tilting his hips to change the angle and pushing Arthur inside just a bit deeper, rubbing, sending resplendent waves of pleasure through him. He wants so badly – aches, really – to be everything Arthur could ever need so Arthur never has to look anywhere else. Golden Hour (Merlin)

“I couldn’t remember every kiss, not 800 years of them, but I remember that one,” Joe continues, in a dreamy voice. He is more emotional than Nicky. Quicker to anger, and indignance, and ferociously protective of those he loves. His fire burns quick and hot, and when it melts into languid moments such as this, where he’s introspective and soft-hearted, it’s Nicky who aches to protect him. Nothing But a Song (The Old Guard)

Nile surprises them with her poker skills, in the evening when Joe breaks out a pack of cards and they sit around the table with an old radio on in the background. The nights were long and boring, sometimes, when she was stationed overseas, and she took a considerable amount of money off all her commanding officers in the months she was there. It’s that baby face, one of them had complained, you never think it’s lying to you until it is. Hands Battered but Hearts Survive (The Old Guard)

They struggle to pay the bills and sometimes they run out of hot water before both of them have had a chance to shower and they have to hide their love away to keep it safe from people who would want to hurt them if they knew, but despite all that, they’re happy. It aches and it aches and it aches in Bucky’s chest to think of how much he took it for granted, how many times he should have told Steve he loved him but didn’t, how likely it is that they’ll never have that again. Bucky’s not as simple as he’s been pretending. He doesn’t believe the advertisements, the campaigns that promise they’ll be gone six months and home as heroes by Christmas. That’s what they said last time, and millions never came home. Parallel Sinking Ships (MCU)

Steve sways a little on his feet as Bucky works, and Bucky sees the crash coming. Steve must have been running on sheer adrenaline since the end of their latest mission, perhaps spurred on by grief over the people he hadn’t been able to save this time and anger at himself for his perceived failings. He’d managed to get himself to Wakanda and to Bucky on nothing but leftover fumes, and they’re very quickly running out. Through the Monsoon (MCU)

“Do you want to know the moment I hated myself the most, in all this?” Nick asks. Pieces of himself, he figures. He knows better than anyone how tough it is to be so see-through. To know that despite all his best efforts, he’s utterly transparent. Maybe he can be transparent on purpose; maybe that will make Charlie feel safer in the notion of confessing. All Of These Moving Parts (Heartstopper)

Sitting here, holding TK’s arm in his hand, he feels like he can sense TK slipping away right here in front of him, filtering through his fingers like sand. No matter how he tries, Carlos can’t seem to grasp him tight enough to keep him. And maybe that’s always been the problem. Maybe he’s never known how to do that. Collateral damage (911 Lone Star)

“If we’re playing around, if we’re having fun and you want me to be a little rough that’s fine. I love that, too. Not when you’re this upset. I can’t …” He runs out of ways to explain the way that makes him feel, to imagine being rough with TK while he’s crying and using the mix of pleasure and pain to distract himself from his grief. Of him associating Carlos with hurt in a moment like this, of him believing he doesn’t deserve to be treated gently, maybe because someone died while TK was there and in the dark recesses of his mind he thinks he should be punished for that. Silent (911 Lone Star)

I'm not sure who's done this already but I will tag @musette22 @riricitaa @bubblesandroses8 @chaotictarlos @theghostofashton and @tailoredshirt

#tag meme #fancition #paperstorm writes #who me having written fic for like 15 different fandoms more likely than you'd think

[sablegear0]

Samus x Adam angst drabble for @shinesparkdiscoking inspired by some of their concepts for the ship (~600 wds).

There was always the small hope that he’d run into her again, even if he refused to admit it. Every time he left the planet to go stationside, every time he wandered into a bar after a shift out on patrol, there was that tiny, selfish hope. And sometimes, a shocking number of times, she was there. Minding her own business but never unhappy to see him.

She was there again tonight. And it went the same way it always did. Adam bought her a drink, Samus paid for his app, and they talked until the place started to get quiet in the hour before closing. Travel, what little they both did for leisure; his latest ops, or what he could say about them in public; politics, but always politely; her latest missions, because she was always sounded so proud of her work even though he knew how ugly it could get.

And the ugliness it could bring out.

She’d saved a shuttle full of scientists that got stuck drifting away from their station when their engines melted down. She’d crammed every crewman into her ship and managed to rip out the vessel’s harddrives to save their work before ditching it, letting it detonate from a safe distance. Impressive, to be sure.

But he couldn’t say as much. When she went quiet they both knew the topic had shifted, though neither of them had said anything yet. They didn’t have to; they could both see the link.

She had her eyes on him. She was past the point of ever needing his approval but maybe a part of her still wanted it. He couldn’t condone it. It was too close to what had happened, and backing down after all this time felt like hypocrisy. A blood betrayal.

But he wanted so badly to save the conversation. To keep her nearby, even just for a few more minutes. When they’d started she was all blue eyes and gentle smiles – but the way she could look right through him, the way her eyes would turn distant and that smile would die – he wanted to badly to save it and for an instant maybe he understood. How selfish it all was but how necessary it felt.

She stood and left before he could say anything. She’d felt the shift and she was already donning her coat on her way to the door. That was why she always paid her tab as it came. Because of him.

“Samus–”

“I’m not getting into this with you again.”

He caught up, reached out, but didn’t touch her, “Lady, wait.” She stopped, glared back at him. “Please.”

“What, Adam?”

“I...” No. It was already too late. Her eyes were cold and her smile was dead. She was already at the door. There was no saving it now. No saving them, not this time. “Never mind.”

“No, say it.” She turned to him, “Whatever it is, say it.”

Whatever it had been, it was gone. Choked out of him when he felt his throat tighten and his eyes begin to sting. It was only ever her that left him feeling like this. Thoughts that sat too heavily in his chest to just be idle fantasy. But it was too late again this time. Drinks and bar food weren’t going to mend this years-old rift. Sheer desperation wouldn’t either.

“How... How many times am I going to fall for you all over again... Just to have this happen?”

She blinked. Anger and confusion mingled for a moment before she managed an uncertain glare.

“At least one more time.”

Samus turned and left. Adam went back to their booth.

He couldn’t watch her walk away this one more time.

#sable's fic #metroid #samus aran #adam malkovich #samus x adam #adamus #drabble #angst #do love me some angst

[bi-buckrights]

WIP Wednesday 

Thanks for the tag my love @swiftiediaz 💕

Here’s a snippet from my Princess Bride au, first chapter coming Friday 🥰

“I have come to terms with my life,” he’s nearly yelling, unable to control the shakiness of his voice. “I’m not cold, I swear, but I have decided certain things, it is better to ignore my emotion; I have not been happy with it -” Buck pauses. His heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high. “I loved once,” he admits quietly. “It worked out badly.” He thinks of the days he spent not leaving his room, when he was unable to get out of bed. He thinks of the ache in his chest that has not lessened with a single day that has passed. He thinks of the gaping hole in his life that will never be filled again. He thinks of Christopher, who must be so tall by now, growing up without his father.

“Another rich woman? And she left you for an even richer man?” the man in black mocks him.

“No. Poor. We were both poor and it killed him.” He can’t manage to say it above a whisper.

“Were you sorry? Did you feel pain? Admit that you felt nothing -”

“I died that day,” Buck shouts, all the anger and hurt that has built up over the past several years bubbling beneath his skin. The man in black goes silent, looking back at Buck. The rage in his eyes clears into something softer, and that sense of déjà vu comes over Buck again. He’s distracted from it when the Armada begins to fire signal cannons.

The man in black looks towards the ships, distracted as the sound of explosions echoes through the mountains. Buck’s anger begins to boil over, and he takes the man’s distraction as his last chance to escape. Without thinking, he shoves the man in black with all his remaining strength. For a moment, the man in black stands there, teetering on the edge of the ravine, his arms spinning as they try to find balance. Then, he tumbles back, down, down, down. He tumbles over rocks, reaching out to stop his descent, but the ravine is too steep. Finally, he lay silent and motionless at the bottom. Buck stares at what he’s done, none of the anger or hurt diminishing as he hoped. “You can die too for all I care,” he shouts.

He turns his back, ready to start his trek towards the ships when a voice echoes faintly from the ravine. Whispered from far, weak and warm and familiar. “As… you… wish…” 

Tagging @monsterrae1 @lostinabuddiehaze @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @dickley-buddie @eddiediazisascorpio @spotsandsocks and anyone else who wants to share something 💕

#this fic is almost done! #buddie #wip wednesday #princess bride au #my writing

[lemonhemlock]

Heeeyy, it’s the anon who sent in an ask a while ago about shipping Alicent with others out of spite. Feel free to ignore this ask if you’re tired of ship asks (I see you’ve already received more than enough lol) or if it’ll start any unnecessary discourse you’d rather avoid.

Just wanted to pop in and say that most people on Twitter are not okay. I had no followers nor was I following anyone and I had people screenshot a very innocuous Alicole tweet (it was literally a picture of a lady and her knight, basic) and talk badly of me - apparently I am lesbophobic and Cole is misogynist with anger issues 🤷‍♀️. Newsflash: Rhaenicent is not a healthy ship either, none of ASOIAF ships are.

I then came out as a Larycent shipper. I got ratioed (as much as, again, someone with no followers can).

Anyways, I got bored and deactivated but before I did, things got messy. There was group chat drama, people were saying pro-shippers deserve to be bullied etc.

All this to say that I am frustrated with the performative activism this fandom participates in, though I’m sure the same can be said for other fandoms. What’s the point of defending a celebrity by insulting another celebrity, or worse, another user? (Sorry but I’ll sympathize with a “regular” person over a celebrity any day. Imo, they don’t really care about bullying, they just project onto their favorite character or celebrity.) What makes one inherently morally better by being an “anti” but turn around and shit-talk people’s appearances or character? Real people with real lives and issues. Characters are fictional they do not exist, it comes off as disingenuous and self-righteous. I need people to do better.

Thanks for entertaining this ask, hope you’re doing well!

welcome back, anon. i hope you're doing well, too; don't allow this pointless drama more headspace beyond it being a funny anecdote. also, by this point, you guys should check-in using stage names. :)) or serial killer names. or maybe racing horse names ?? (those are always funny)

I had no followers nor was I following anyone and I had people screenshot a very innocuous Alicole tweet (it was literally a picture of a lady and her knight, basic) and talk badly of me - apparently I am lesbophobic and Cole is misogynist with anger issues

wow, how did they even manage to find you out in a sea of accounts with no followers or following anybody? i can understand the logic of dogpilling on a popular account, because they're visible in the fandom, but this? don't these people have, idk, jobs? do they not have to go to the grocery store or smth? what kind of lame-ass surveillance state? 😂

Newsflash: Rhaenicent is not a healthy ship either, none of ASOIAF ships are.

this is why shipping wars are even stupider in asoiaf-verse. what exactly moral high ground do you think you're defending here? i keep hearing "at least it's not an inc3st ship" well ok congratulations they're fucked up & unhealthy in a different way then?

I then came out as a Larycent shipper. I got ratioed (as much as, again, someone with no followers can).

ohhhhh anon you're a brave one with larycent there! i gotta say i was into it at the beginning bc he was super fucking yandere about it to the point of it being hilarious and, also, who can resist murderous puppy dog eyes ??? but the latter part of the season, esp. ep 9, put me off and i fed myself on the green family dynamics crumbs

Anyways, I got bored and deactivated but before I did, things got messy. There was group chat drama, people were saying pro-shippers deserve to be bullied etc.

group chat drama? is that a discord thing? i feel like it's a discord thing. this is so funny to me bc the only way "group chat drama" leaks is if you have traitors in your midst who screencap and then spread it around. so who are these conspirators? these subversive agents? these freedom fighters? who watches the watchers? 😅

What makes one inherently morally better by being an “anti” but turn around and shit-talk people’s appearances or character? Real people with real lives and issues.

they end up appearance-shaming and have zero self-awareness about it? oh me oh my 💅

performative activism is a very good word for what the moral panic that has taken hold of this fandom, at least on tumblr/twitter. another thing that makes me laugh is when people write page-long essays saying "ofc you can ship whatever you want, BUT..." followed by an entire diatribe on why shipping said thing (even if it's within the confines of fiction and decidedly not irl) puts a stain on your moral character and you should basically be ashamed of yourself 😂 so which is it? can people ship in peace or do you just want a pat on the head for being a good trooper?

#ask #anon #shipping wars #fandom critical

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 539

McCoy

Khan looked crazed. His normally intense eyes seemed to stare right into them through the screen. McCoy felt a shiver crawl down his spine. His heart pounded as Khan looked greedily at Leah as he mocked her.

“They are on a station midway from here to the neutral zone I believe,” David answered. Khan wanted to speak with the scientists who had created him and the other augments.

“Yes,” Khan said. “Of course you knew that already.”

“I didn’t,” David continued calmly. “Scotty and Leonard have told me how you were treated by them.”

McCoy saw Khan’s face tighten. A movement of his hand made Robbie jerk forward. How could they possibly get to Robbie if Khan was attached to him? And why had he shackled Robbie to himself? Was Khan afraid of something?

“You knew!” Khan said coldly.

“Where is the crew of that ship?” David asked. He moved his head as if trying to see around Khan. In doing so he looked at McCoy and then Leah.

McCoy understood. He reached forward and grabbed Leah’s elbow. She looked at him quickly then turned back, eyes on Robbie. McCoy could feel Leah’s trembling.

“Around,” Khan said.

Beside him Robbie closed his eyes tight and paled. Another glance at Father showed McCoy he had the same thought. The crew was gone or worse, dead.

A touch to McCoy’s hand had him looking at Scotty. He raised an eyebrow.

“Joaquin is missing,” Scotty whispered, near soundlessly.

“Did you overpower them or was it ready for you?” David asked.

“The scientists, your highness,” Khan spat out. “I want to speak with them. I suggest you get to it or…” He jerked his hand and Robbie nearly fell on him. “I’d hate for something to happen to dear Robbie.” Khan’s hand moved up to Robbie’s neck.

McCoy tightened his grip on his sister. He had felt her try to move forward.

“Where’s Joaquin?” McCoy blurted out.

Khan’s attention moved to him and McCoy suppressed another shiver as those eyes fell on him.

“There’s only four of you. So where’s Joaquin?” McCoy asked.

Khan’s lip twitched and Robbie’s face grew paler yet again.

“Get the scientists. You have ten minutes, or I start on Robbie. What’s his best feature dear Princess? What would you hate for him to lose?”

McCoy could sense Leah’s anger and fear, but before anyone could say anything more, Khan cut the feed.

“No!” Leah screamed. She wobbled on her feet and McCoy managed to catch her before she fell. He led her to a couch and got her sitting, then turned back for Scotty as David sat with Leah.

Scotty looked faint, and McCoy wrapped his arms around him.

“He’s going to hurt him,” Scotty whispered against his chest.

“No he isn’t,” McCoy said firmly. “We’re going to get him back.”

“How? Khan has him attached to him! He could hurt Robbie before we could get close enough!” Leah cried out. She fell back into sobbing.

A moment later Eleanor came through the door. She took one look and hurried to her daughter.

David stood and returned to his desk where Dr. Boyce was working as quickly as he could.

“Have you got them yet?” David asked.

“Nearly,” Dr. Boyce replied.

“Who's the head scientist?”

“Looks like… Dr. Carl Spender.”

McCoy led Scotty to the space next to Leah and Eleanor, soothing his fiancé as best he could. He pushed his own anxieties and fears to the side to be strong for Scotty.

“Hello? Who is this?”

An unfamiliar voice spoke out from David’s PADD.

“Dr. Carl Spender? Head of the augment program?” David asked.

“Yes. Who are you?”

“David McCoy, king of Georgiares II.”

“Your highness… How may I help you? We’ve already told Starfleet everything we could.”

McCoy frowned at the words. Something felt off. He knew from Scotty how Khan had looked after his visits with the scientists. Had they really been treating the augments badly? The voice of this doctor made McCoy feel they had.

“To make a long story short Doctor, as we only have a few minutes, Khan Singh has reappeared and he has taken a hostage. He wants to speak with you, or he says he will hurt the hostage.”

Part 540

Robbie

As Khan cut the feed, Robbie's heart sank even more and he couldn't help the tears forming in his eyes.

To see Leah, Scotty and the others had filled his heart with hope, but seeing his captor's mindless behavior had made him loose it quite quickly.

Joaquin had been right.

Khan was a megalomaniac. And now he didn't even think rationally anymore. He was driven by anger and despair.

"Khan, please..."

Robbie didn't even know where he found the strength for words, but somehow his barely audible voice found its way out of his mouth.

"Shut up!"

The Scotsman winced at the loud command and instantly followed it. There was nothing he could say to save his skin anyway, was there?

Khan got up and started to pace up and down, pulling Robbie along in the process. He had grabbed the phaser once again with his free hand, his finger on the trigger.

Robbie glanced at the lifeless bodies of the Starfleet members. The holes in their chests were still steaming. They were actually dead. Khan had killed them.

Maybe the ones Kati and the others had knocked out were still alive? Maybe they could call for help somehow?

"Khan, where is Joaquin?" Kati asked the question that Leonard had asked only moments earlier.

Robbie could see the tears in Khan's eyes that were quickly blinked away while the augment took a shaky breath.

"He's... dead."

A look at the augment group told the human that none of them had expected that answer.

Kati clasped a hand in front of her mouth and Damien hugged her sideways. Alika just stared at Khan in disbelief.

"No... no, he can't be," she muttered and shook her head.

Khan didn't answer. He fell back into the captain's chair and ran a hand through his hair.

"He... he is. M-Marcus s-shot him," Robbie said, voice trembling at the horrible memory. Joaquin had been the key to a peaceful solution. He had almost managed to convince Khan that it was best to give up. And then Marcus had killed him. Just like that.

Robbie expected Khan to yell at him again, but the augment did no such thing. He was too lost in his own thoughts apparently, leg bouncing up and down restlessly.

"Where's that bastard then?" Kati's hands clenched into fists as she wiped at her teary eyes.

"He's dead too," Robbie whispered and almost instantly, he felt nauseous again. Images of the crushed gory skull reappeared in front of his eyes. The most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his whole life.

"I killed him. I made him pay for what he did to Joaquin. Just like I will make the scientists pay."

With gritted teeth, Khan stared at one of the screens showing the time.

Robbie swallowed hardly, thinking about the ultimatum the boy had made. There wasn't too much time left.

"Khan... Maybe this... is all too big. I know that you always promised us that we'd break free, but... this is crazy, isn't it?"

Damien took a step forward, but Khan just glared at him.

"Joaquin is dead! He died for our dream! He died for us! We can't just stop now!"

It wasn't true. Joaquin had tried to stop Khan. He didn't want this to continue.

"Y-ye know that... he didn't want ye t-to do this."

Khan's eyes moved from Damien to Robbie. Slowly, he got up and stepped in front of the Scotsman, using the shackle to pull him closer.

A moment later there was a cold hand on Robbie's throat again. The younger Scott's heart started to beat out of his chest as he stared at Khan with wide eyes.

Why? Why had he said it out loud? Why couldn't he keep his damn mouth shut?

Khan would kill him. Any moment now he'd just crush his throat and take his last breath.

"What do you know? You know nothing."

Khan spat the words into his face, wrath and sadness echoing inside them. And in that moment Robbie knew that... he wasn't purely evil. He was just broken.

This wasn't what Khan wanted. No matter how often he said it. He only wanted justice for his kind.

"I know that... ye wanna be heard."

Just like Robbie had wanted to be heard years ago. He had chosen the wrong friends... because they had been loud. They had done everything to get attention. It was a scream for help, even though no one wanted to admit it.

"Ye want... for the pain to stop. Ye want... for everyone to see the wrong that was done to all of ye."

Robbie just stared at Khan and for a moment he saw just what the augment was trying to hide.

The fear. The pain. The sadness.

Then the call came in and everything was gone once again.

"Let's see what your princess achieved."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #robbie scott

[shipping-strawberry]

I wanna say foremost that I have absolutely nothing against Lacey. She seems like a very nice person, and I have seen her art— it is cute!

However, I don’t think she should return to Tumblr.

It’s not because I dislike her, or that I’m an anti, or anything like that. I support her, and I’m upset at the hate she’s getting. It gives me heartache.

But I really don’t think that Tumblr is healthy for her, particularly mentally. She’s already gotten very suicidal over hate these past few months, if not years. I’m worried that she may end up actually hurting herself, or worse.

Plus, the consistent harassment, suicide baits, death threats…I don’t think she should have to endure all that just to make positivity posts for us proshippers, sweet as they are.

All in all, her leaving Tumblr seems like a much better alternative than her remaking blogs over and over again just to get the same disgust and hate every time.

[TLDR at the bottom.]

hi there, anon!

i want to start off by saying that you most certainly do bring up a fair point, and you are right; lacey will keep getting harassed, no matter how many times she remakes her blog. antis will just keep digging through the proship tag to find her blog over and over and over again.

i will admit, though, i don't agree completely.

antis are sending her hate because she's a proshipper. we all know that. but that's not the only reason they do it; they want attention.

and that's why antis do what they do. that's why they send anon hate. that's why they crosstag. that's why they start discourse on proship posts. because they're attention-seeking little gremlins, desperate for people to notice them — wherever it's in a negative light or not.

i've wanted to say this to lacey for some time now, though i never did because i felt like it would be too rude, but she really should just avoid responding to anon hate altogether. i know she does it because she feels like she's standing up for herself, but it's so pointless, because surprise, surprise: antis aren't going to give two thirds of a fuck about what she has to say. she can cook up the best response with multiple articles and sources to back her up and prove her haters wrong, and guess what? they'll still call her a pedophile. it won't change a thing, because they'll still be starved for the attention that they get from her.

and honestly, every time i see lacey, or even just anyone in general respond to anon hate, i just mentally facepalm so hard, because guys — you're giving them what they want.

i don't know if it's obvious, but i myself am a very angry person in real life. i have extreme difficulty managing my anger, and i constantly go apeshit over even just the smallest of things. i've even had to seek help because of this behavior.

trust me — i know how tempting it can be to respond to anon hate. i know how much you will get the urge to just let loose and go off after reading an aggressive message in your inbox. but just don't do it. block them, report them, and keep the hate out of your inbox and away from your blog. at the end of the day, antis just want attention.

don't give them what they want.

don't give them that satisfaction.

and here's the thing: if there's one specific anti constantly harassing you on anon like lacey had, and you keep replying to all their asks, they're going to keep on harassing you.

and if you don't? they'll eventually fuck off and leave you alone, because they're not getting the attention that they desire from you.

if lacey wants to stop getting anon hate, then she needs to stop responding to it. because antis will just continue abusing her and using her as a source of attention. needless to say, they don't give a shit if they're hurting her and badly damaging her mental health. because they'll put their own desires ahead of anyone else's, because that's just what antis do.

want to know something? i discovered one of my friends is a proshipper very recently. and although they don't actually have any ships, because shipping is not really their thing, they told me that they used to run a (now deactivated) proship blog on tumblr with a few other people. and guess what? they have never received hate from antis. not once.

want to know why? because they didn't allow anonymous asks.

antis know that hiding behind the anonymous mask is a cowardly move. and they know that they're the ones in the wrong, because the moment a blog doesn't allow anonymous asks, they stay quiet.

tumblr is most certainly damaging for lacey's mental health. you are absolutely right about that. not even just that, but it can even be damaging for other people when they see those anon asks, too.

stepping away from tumblr is a great decision for her to make, and i can see why you think it's a good idea. i think it's a good idea, too. last time lacey had her blog deactivated, she took some time away from tumblr, which is probably what's best for her, and i think she's doing the same thing again.

but her mental health can be so much better if she just chooses to remain on the positive side if the community.

yes, when she decides to come back, there will be those nasty anons in her inbox again. i can guarantee that. but if she'd only stop responding to them, they will eventually leave her alone.

and if they don't, the simple solution is to just turn of anonymous asks. because that ensures the antis will fuck off completely.

things can be so much better for lacey if she just stops giving antis what they want. because then she can focus on happily posting her art and posting/reblogging positivity for proshippers. antis won't bother her again, and her mental health won't continue to get damaged.

i hope this didn't sound too rude, because that wasn't my intention at all. i just wanted to share about my thoughts on anonymous hate, and how to deal with it.

TLDR: antis want attention, so if lacey wants to stop getting anon hate, she needs to stop replying to it. replying to anon hate gives antis the attention they want, so please don't respond to them and give them that satisfaction. if you don't respond, the antis will eventually leave you alone because they're not getting the attention they want from you. turning off anon asks also ensures there will be no hate from antis whatsoever, because antis are cowards and are too scared to stop hiding behind the anon mask.

#ask #long post #proship #proship safe #anti anti #antis dni #anti harassment #proshippers please interact #not positivity #abuse mention #harassment mention

[drasin]

Whumptember Day 1-2

Writing has been going tough for me lately, so I'm still trying to get things rolling. Taking more, but shorter stuff. At around 500 words. Black x Kano ship is such a fave of mine that I've only played out in my head so far. I think they have the potency to be a cruelly toxic couple (strong word for their "relationship") who constantly hurt each other, then get back together only to stab the other in the back again. Two walking red flags.

So just perfect for whumtember. I want to explore this a bit. I'm not promising anything, I'll just keep writing as I find the mood. So far it's good I've connected some days and am having fun.

Enjoy your reading!

[prompt list] from @whumptember !

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Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Pairing:  Kano/Erron Black

World count: ~600

Warnings: implied sexual content and knife play, beating

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"Kano, for fuck's sake, let me go!" The shout came along with the clank of a pulled chain spreading through the hall.

"I didn't hear the magic word at the end, so... nah. I don't think so." Mercenary was swinging in his chair for a good dozen minutes. His cynical and contented smile never left his face as he stared at the captured cowboy as if he was his catch. Erron, on the other hand, was murdering him with his gaze while constantly fidgeting, in an attempt to at least loosen the metal digging painfully into his body.

"You don't even know how long I waited for this. Did you really think you would manage to hide from me for the rest of your life?" He pointed at him with the tip of the knife he had been fiddling with the whole time.

"Oh please." Black sighed tiredly, clenching his fists. "Do you still hate me for leaving Black Dragon?"

He got no answer.

Kano stood up silently and with slow steps approached him, tossing his knife. Erron tensed unwittingly at this sight and swallowed hard, hoping that the mercenary didn't notice.

He followed the blade with his eyes, speculating how badly the former boss intended to scar him. But instead, Kano tucked the knife back into the scabbard hooked on his thigh. Then his hand went upward clenching roughly on Black's cheeks.

"I don't forget so easily. And you know very well how you pissed me off with that."

Despite the threatening situation, Erron couldn't stop a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips. "Yeah." It was foolish to provoke him when he had no way to defend himself. "I love that part." He really should refrain from such comments, given the position he is in. But then again, limping in front of him was definitely worse than what was about to come.

And he was not wrong. Kano laughed softly at his answer, and immediately afterward aimed a hard precise punch under his ribs.

It hurt. Hurt a lot.

Black groaned, and his head fell forward as he ran out of breath. The way he was tied to the pillar didn't even allow him to bend in half, making the suffering last longer. He coughed, but didn't have time to take a good breath when Kano's rough pull on his hair lifted him back to look into his eyes. In doing so, the back of his head hit the solid cement nastily, but the other man definitely didn't give a damn.

"It will be pure pleasure to watch you slowly break." He patted him on the cheek twice with a hideous grin. "Well, unless you would like to add something? What do you say Black? Start begging for forgiveness while you still have time?"

His arrogance annoyed the cowboy now far more than the chains binding him. Kano played with him as if he were a prey, which Erron in his mind wasn't and didn't intend to be. He furrowed his brow in anger and simply spit in his face.

This gave him a whole two seconds of satisfaction before his expression faded. He watched as the mercenary closed his eyes with a quiet sigh and wiped his face. Then his smile became much wider, which didn't bode well.

"Oh, this is going to be a long night." With that sentence, Kano's hand tightened on Black's groin. He got close enough that the next sentence was muttered directly into his ear. "I hope you're ready for some knife play."

After these words, all momentary excitement turned to concern. Black gritted his teeth as his thoughts now presented him with the direction this was heading. Guess he went a little too far after all.

"Fuck." He whispered almost silently. A long night ahead of him indeed.

#whumptember2022 #day one: let me go #chained #day two: hatred #erron black #kano #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #erron black x kano #fanfic #whump #writing

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Riko Moriyama breaks my heart. He's so tragic and I can't bring myself to hate him. He's a terrible person, he believes he has the right (or at least the power) to exert over others - brutality and horrific abuse. He's the obsessed artist, he's the one that cannot be saved, he's the one that fractured to the point his glass fragments became sand. He was normal once! He liked playing in puddles after rain, liked having something sweet in the weekend. He liked sleeping in a warm bed.

But he's second. The second son and someone who didn't understand love. He felt so blatantly out of control that he leaned into the power that came with causing people pain and suffering. While Kevin, Neil, Mary, and really everyone else - including Jean, eventually. They all escape their abuse. Riko internalises it, accepts it and builds it into his being. He eventually beings to like and embrace it. Everyone had a choice and everyone managed to get out, to live and learn. Riko didn't get either.

He knows exactly what it's like to be second - unwanted - and yet instead of using those mistakes, he decended into this fractured monster of a person. He knew what it felt like, yet he still perpetrated it. Perpetrated the abuse he suffered, and pushed others down to bring himself up. And worst of all; it was all for nothing.

Because no matter what he did, no matter how well he preformed or how badly - he was still second. Still inferior. Still unwanted and unneeded. He tried so hard, did so much, hurt so many, and still didn't get what he wanted. I mean, fucking loser. But also that is just sad. He's so utterly tragic because you can't redeem him, you can see his reasoning but you can't give any excuse with it. He's utterly awful and I'm livid about it.

Jean - and Kevin - both deserve to hate him, and should. But I'm pretty sure they both have an understanding with him. Because ultimately, he was also trapped. Also shipped off to play Walmart lacrosse. He was trapped by his family, and then he trapped himself. It makes me ache when I think about that fucking scene with his uncle and older brother, the way he looked and felt so small and vulnerable. The way he uttered his brothers name, had his brothers hand on his face in something gentle. All before he was shot. The fact it was believable that he committed, that he was distraught over his loss and failure. Forget shipping him to Edgar Allen to play Walmart lacrosse, I ship him with therapy and a normal family.

I mean I reiterate - What he did was horrible and he should've suffered for that, but I can't hate him. I don't feel hate nor anger for him, I feel pity. Because he is pathetic. Everything he does has some stain of desperation. I fucking hate him, but I also sturggle to. Riko is Neil's narrative foil, he is Neil's mirror, he is someone Neil could of been. He is pathetic, despite, and unable to see that he could be better. I am mentally ill over this man. He is a mentally ill man. Is it too much to ask to have people be happy??? Like, please. I want the perfect court to be chaotic and happy together.

#riko moriyama #the foxhole court #neil josten #kevin day #jean moreau #the raven king #I have emotions over Riko #most of them are sadness #i am sad over him. #>etc #the kings men #Riko makes me sad but also. What the fuck #Why do i care so much about this stupid character in this terrible book #Someone please talk to me about this #I have...so many feelings about this