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windsweptinred · 4 months

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Shipper tag game

Thank you for the tag @marvagon, you glorious human 💖💖💖.

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

None. I may not be as passionate about them as I once was. But I still hold all my past ships near and dear to my heart. I'll even occasionally nip into their tags on A03 and have a dip into newer fics.

What ship would you consider your first one?

Daiken/Kensuke from Digimon 02. I remember watching it on Saturday morning and wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. That led me to discover Fanfiction.net. And the rest is history...

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

My very first full length fic was Corinthiel, posted here on Tumblr. My first fic posted on AO3 was Dreamling, and I wrote both last year. I am a very, very, very late comer to fanfic 😅. I'm honestly much more at home drawing fanart then writing. But will occasionally give into temptation, when an idea obbsessively hounds me to the point of insanity.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

I genuinely can't. 😅 I remember it was probably on deviantart.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

I try desperately to stay out of ship discourse. To me people's ships are their joy... And I've got no interest in being a theif of joy. If there's something I want to see more of in the fandom, like a rare pair I'm fond of, I just try and create content and hope someone else joins in (@bobbole loves you 💚🤍😅) . If it's not for me, I just keep scrolling on by.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

Again, no. I've always been happy to pick and mix my ships. I have my favorites ofcourse. But I've never outright refused to dip my toe into any ship. Maybe if it ventured into an area I personally deemed problematic. But mostly, I'm happy to try anything once.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I'm currently reading Remy Lebeau x Logan fanfic from Xmen. 😅 What sent me in that direction, I do not know. But I've found some amazing new fics in and amongst revisiting some old favourites.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I can proudly say until recently I've never had an OTP. Being a multishipper makes that kind of hard. But I don't know, I may be in too deep with Corinthiel. I'm not sure I could picture Danny and the Second Corinthian with anyone else but each other now. (Curse you @ibrithir-was-here. See what you have wraught! 😆). Them and Charmes (Charon x Hermes) from Hades. Because why would you split up the professional associates like that?! (Again very much your fault @mashumaru 😆) , Damn, I guess I've got OTPs now. If there's an established, happy couple in canon, most of the time I'll respect that and leave them be. So I guess that kind of counts too.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Again no. If the juggernaut ship of a fandom doesn't really tickle my fancy, I'll sometimes stare forlornly at it. And sigh like a sad bohemian poet. But that's all content envy and I know it. 😆

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

🤔 I didn't dislike it, but I never really ventured near Corintheus until I started shipping Corinthiel. That made me backtrack and consider Morpheus and the original Corinthian's relationship from an entirely different perspective.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

No I don't think so. As far as know they're all still alive, well and for the most part, living in peace and harmony in their respective fandoms.

What is your favorite crack ship?

Bookend, Destiny and his Book. The old book and chain. Living their best, grumpy old married couple, life together. @jazzy-a 🤜🤛🤣.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Most recently was Dreamling. I'm a bit of fandom butterfly at the moment, fluttering between multiple fandoms, waiting for the next all consuming passion to strike me down. I read, and reread ANYTHING Corinthiel 😅. But of all time?..... I couldn't say. I revisit so many of my ships so often.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Two bastards in love will always be my favourite. I'd love to boldly claim it's all about two morally dubious rogues, being despicable in the kinkiest ways together. 😅 But I know it's more about two people, often misunderstood and maligned... Finding a deep sense of belonging with each other. But I'm an eclectic sort and I've got a lot ships that don't fit that category I still love dearly.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Absolutely nothing outright. I'll sometimes go off a ship a little once it reaches that point where fanon locks in too tight around it. But I think that's a very me problem, as I crave variation/new experiences/ideas. I'll still love the ship, I'll just know that's just my time to move onto something new and come back and visit every so often.

I'm tagging @martybaker @thelostkelpie @missingrache @thirrith @zigzag-wanderer @lucienne-thee-librarian and @tickldpnk8 and anyone mentioned above. If you want to have a go. 😁

#Ask game #My merry fleet of ships

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom

summary: the strawhats are summoned back to baratie so sanji can cook for a high-class diner. they can't figure out why zoro is so nervous. (opla!zoro x you)

wc: 2k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of food and eating, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, doll, lover, pretty), spoilers if you squint, sanji being himself and zoro having absolutely none of it

note: this was requested by an anon a few weeks ago and i finally got around to writing it!! every time i write for zoro, i have a new favorite fic i've made because he's just so fun to write for. hope you enjoy!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“You know, they’re a lot hotter in person.”

“Shut your mouth, waiter, or I’ll skewer it closed,” he mutters with palpable distaste. Another swig of rum burns down his throat and, for the first time that the crew can remember, Zoro seemed nervous. It wasn’t obvious, but they’d sailed long enough to know that he never stopped surveying a room for threats, no matter how familiar he was with it. Today, though, the only thing that took his attention was the rim of his glass and he was subtly avoiding the eyes of the crew’s target. “This is the dumbest idea you’ve had in a long time.”

“Thank you for your input, Zoro. I will, however, be belaying it,” his captain replies brightly, unfazed by the blank expression of his first mate. The uneasy faces of his crew only makes him beam more, giddily excited for the anticipated challenge. “C’mon, guys. We’ll be fine. They just need to see how awesome we are and they’ll totally give us a new sail!”

“Loud, loud, too loud,” Zoro warns in response to the increasing volume of Luffy’s voice. They were already causing enough of a scene, as is, and he damn sure didn’t want other guests looking in their direction. To make matters worse, the amount of alcohol in the table’s bottle was dwindling too quickly for comfort.

“Hey, if we’re lucky,” Usopp offers, “we might just get a whole ship. You know, maybe one that Captain Usopp can command as the second ship in the Straw Hat fleet.”

“You think we’ll get a whole fleet?”

“Hell yeah. Maybe, we can all captain our own ships–”

“Alright, let’s get our heads out of the clouds,” Nami cuts in. “We still need to figure out how we’re going to get over there, in the first place. And just for the record, I’m with Zoro on this one.”

“First time for everything,” he deadpans. She smartly elects to ignore his sarcasm and continues to argue why the plan is a bad idea. The call from Zeff came at an opportune time and during an unfortunate situation when the Merry sailed straight into a torrential thunderstorm that ripped the main sail clean down the middle. Despite their best efforts to patch it up, it was beyond repair; with the Marines constantly on their tail, having a working sail was a matter of survival. Zeff’s reluctant summons for Sanji to cook for a special guest provided a means to buy a new sail and have a little extra spending money. But, in his wildest dreams, Zoro could not have predicted that the special guest was you. The smug look on the chef’s face snaps him out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, waiter?”

“Shouldn’t you be downing the rest of this bottle, drunk?”

“I’ll smash this damn bottle on your head, I swear–”

“No, no. Zoro has a point,” Luffy agrees. Sanji gives him an odd look and he quickly realizes what his statement insinuated. “Not about smashing the bottle on your head. We need you to bring them your food so then I can go over and talk with them.”

“You don’t think I can charm them on my own?”

“Don’t look so aghast, blondie,” Zoro answers and receives a knife-sharp glare in response. “This is not someone who will entertain your theatrics.”

“How would you know anything about them, hmm? I believe you’re a little too dead inside for their liking,” Sanji baits and Zoro’s on the verge of biting before Nami steps in again.

“Sanji, get in the kitchen. Let’s just get the money and get out of here.” Zoro silently thanks her in his head for effectively ridding the chef of the table for the time being. His gratitude turns into a grimace when she turns to him expectantly. “You’re gonna hate me for asking–”

“Then don’t ask,” he finishes. She doesn’t relent.

“How do you know them? It seems like you’re nervous about being here, but we’ve never met them before as a crew.” Hitting the damn nail on the head. “So, you must’ve met them when you were still hunting down pirates. Am I right?” He grumbles an unreadable response, but the slightly pink shade of his face tells the table everything they need to know. “You’re terrible at covering up secrets.”

“I don’t remember asking.”

“Ah, you’ve got him on the run, now. He’s deflecting,” Usopp chuckles, immediately shutting up when Zoro shoots him a deadly scowl. He hated that all of them were right and would never admit it to save his life. After all this time, seeing you still made his heart rate skyrocket and cause his hands to clam up with boyish nervousness. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, instances that were too few and far between for his own liking. Your father would have a fit if he saw you in such an unregulated environment as Baratie, but he knew that you were safe. As long as you breathed the same oxygen, he vowed no harm would come to you.

“I met them when I first started hunting,” he admits and the words felt wrong on his tongue. Every nerve in his body was telling him to stop revealing his relationship to you. It didn’t matter if he’d almost died surrounded by his crew; his connection to you was sacred and something he was going to take to his grave. It was mostly for your safety, the late-night sneaking out and stolen displays of affection. In another life, he wouldn’t have to hide you from other hunters that wanted to see him fall. “Their father is a captain in the Marines. When I first met them, they were training with Mihawk. Their father wanted them to be the most feared Marine in the seas.” The jaws of his friends fell to the table and he knew how wild it sounded, a legacy Marine trained by a pirate lord. “But, Mihawk taught them more tricks than just swordfighting and their father fired him on the spot.”

“He taught them sympathy for pirates,” Nami concludes and he nods. “Why are you so shifty around them?” He shrugs half-heartedly and tries to make it look like his face wasn’t on fire.

“Just haven’t seen them in a while,” he states, zeroing in on the blonde asshole waltzing to you with a plate. Your surrounding guards stiffen, hands flying to the weapons at their belts. You, however, roll your eyes and tell them to stand down. He knew you hated going out with security because they were always watching, watching, watching. “Eyes up. The waiter’s making a move.”

A strange sense of nausea washes over him as he watches you smile politely at Sanji, laughing softly at his jokes and kindly nodding as he explains the dish to you. You trust them, Zoro keeps telling himself. That waiter doesn’t stand a fucking chance. All the reassurances don’t stop his gut from churning when Sanji does his signature lean-down-and-whisper-suggestively into your ear. To his surprise, however, you don’t immediately meet the chef’s eyes. Your attention flicks to Zoro, instead, with a look that he knows all too well.

Please get me out of this.

Despite the protests of the table, he’s standing in an instant and walking with his hands on his swords like your guards didn’t even exist. His sight becomes tunnel-vision on nothing but you and he bypasses your guards with ease. Your shoulders relax when he stations himself protectively behind you, much to the confusion of the chef in front of you. As subtle as he can, he rests his hand on the back of your chair, inching closer until he’s just barely touching your shoulder. It’s small, but speaks wonders for his presence.

“Zoro,” you murmur without looking up, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles. Your touch on his skin after so much time away feels electric.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Sanji stiffens at the term of endearment so easily leaving Zoro’s mouth and you can sense the boost it does for his ego. “Whatcha got there?”

“My new friend was just telling me about the dish he made. He said he crafted it especially for me, with his own hands,” you inform him with a sly sparkle in your eye. His jaw clenches unconsciously. You knew exactly what was going on in Zoro’s mind and he knew it, too. “Apparently, he can work wonders with his hands,” you remark casually and you can hear the chair crack under the force of the swordsman’s hand gripping it. To your delight, Sanji’s face has also taken on a slightly darker shade of red at how crassly you echo his suggestion. And in front of his rival, no less.

“Was he, now?” His tone is lethal and it sends goosebumps up your arms. “Well, it best be time for him to get back in the kitchen, no?”

“Mmm, but he said he had a proposal for me–”

“I had one for you too, though I did ask you in a much finer establishment than this one.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads on your face and you have to look to the side to keep from laughing aloud. Zoro’s jealousy was rearing a very indignant head; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little hot. “Got that stone on your left hand to prove it.” Sanji’s eyes darted to the band wrapped around your finger, a ring that looked suspiciously like the one hanging from a chain around Zoro’s neck. “Give us some time alone, yeah?” His question becomes rhetorical as he pulls out a chair next to you and tugs your seat closer until you can cross your leg across his. His palm rests possessively over your thigh and the chef gapes for a few moments more before turning back to the kitchen.

“That goes for all of you, please,” you order your guards without looking at them, absentmindedly tracing Zoro’s jawline with the back of your pointer finger. “Take my bag and buy however many drinks you want. I’m safe,” you state with absolute certainty. Once they’re gone, all you see, feel, and know is him.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hi,” you smile just as softly. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”

“I can ask you the same question, pretty.” His eyes shine with nothing but adoration. You forgot just how much you missed him.

“Took a detour to prolong my time at sea. I didn’t want to go home just yet.”

“Your old man’s being an ass again?”

“You know how he is,” you reply. “Why are you here?”

“Believe it or not, that blonde shithead is my crewmate. We’re here to get some extra Berry for a new sail.”

“Sail, hmm? I always knew you had a little pirate in you,” you tease and he sticks his tongue out immaturely. “Heard you fought my esteemed mentor. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking.”

“You don’t think I can beat him?”

“I don’t think I can fathom what will happen if you don’t,” you say quietly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Don’t do any dumb shit, okay?”

“You’re acting as if I’m already leaving you again.”

“Aren’t you?” Your smile is sad and it makes his chest ache. When he beat Mihawk and killed your bastard father, he was going to give you the life that you deserved.

“Not yet,” he promises. “I don’t wanna go yet.”

“I don’t want you to go, either. How much do you need for that sail?” He gives you a number and you don’t even blink. You just nod and reach into your coin purse, fishing around and deciding to just give him the entire pouch. “Will that cover it?”

“Doll–”

“It’s a yes or no question, husband,” you say with lighthearted sternness. He shakes his head in exasperation but can’t hide the grin painting his features.

“Yes, lover. It’s more than enough.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you hum in contentment. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. D’you mind introducing me to the rest of your crew besides the flirty waiter?”

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holymusicalmothman · 8 months

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I Can See You - Live Action!Sanji x Reader

Saw a post about wanting a fic with Sanji and this song that @its-a-show-stoppin-number posted and I knew I wasn't gonna get anything done until I wrote this. I've never written anything like this before to be honest. I kinda word vomited in a sense. The story just exited my fingers and here it is.

Warnings: Suggestive, kissing, secret relationship, nothing explicit, only implied, objectification of Taz Skylar's jawline, like. Why’s it so fine. Like. Dear lord.

No use of y/n, or those weird descriptor things, reader is gender neutral. Reader is however you imagine them

Word Count: 1.5K

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It wasn’t something you had seen coming. It wasn’t like you, to be honest.

But he was just so damn charming. How were you supposed to resist?

Sanji hadn’t been part of the crew for long. A few weeks at most. But you had been watching him from the moment the crew walked into the Baratie.

Tall. Strong. Nicely dressed. Polite. Respectful. Suave. Not to mention good looking. That jawline–in your defense, you HAD tried to ignore the blatant attraction.

Fleeting glances for almost a week, brushing past each other in the ship’s hallways. Fantasies filling your head. One specific dream of exchanging heated kisses in a dark corner had your mind racing whenever you were in the same room as the chef.

It was impossible to function properly.

Your job aboard the Going Merry was to document the events that occurred. Luffy thought it would be perfect to write down all of the adventures that would eventually lead to him becoming King of the Pirates.

And writing anything was impossible.

Blond hair and grey blue eyes kept your mind far too distracted.

So you decided to do something about it.

Especially since you had caught his eyes on you repeatedly throughout dinner.

So you took your time eating. A phrase which here means wasting your time until Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and Nami had vacated the kitchen for the evening. Leaving you alone with Sanji.

As he stood to clear the dishes, your hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.

You looked up into his eyes, your own wide with adrenaline.

"Please tell me it's not all in my head." You said softly. "If it is, I promise, it'll be like this never happened."

"And if I say it's not all in your head?" He murmured the words, the tension so thick someone could have cut it with a knife.

"Then I'd ask if you'd worry what the others thought. I'm not sure if relationships between crewmembers are allowed here. They weren't on my last crew. And I'm not too keen on asking Luffy if I'm entirely honest." You took a deep breath. "But I can't get you out of my head. It's like I'm addicted."

Sanji moved to rest his hands on either side of your chair, effectively caging you in. "So more like a secret mission. Just the two of us." He bit his lip and watched your eyes zero in on the action, a smirk spreading on his face instead.

You nodded, knowing you were in too deep to back out now.

Sanji continued, despite the fact that his eyes flicked down to your lips every few moments. "Everything professional, except when it's just the two of us."

You nodded again, your heart racing and palms sweating as the object of your desire leaned forward a little more, waiting for you to reach across that last gap separating the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as that gap closed.

As your lips careened into the chef's, he exhaled heavily through his nose, pulling you up to stand and then closer so you were pressed to his chest, your hands flying to tangle in his hair.

The world around the two of you was a blur as you lost yourselves in each other. Clothes were shoved unceremoniously to the floor as you each tried to pull the other closer. You barely registered Sanji lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter, much less registering when the two of you had even moved from the table to the counter.

"You sure you want me sitting here?" You asked breathlessly, your newfound lover placing kisses down the length of your throat.

His laugh was husky against your throat. "It's a kitchen, darling. All the best meals happen in a kitchen."

That moment was the first of many. You had never regretted sharing a room with Nami more. While there were many kitchen escapades after that first one, the two of you still found a little thrill in having your secret.

You spent time talking as well. You learned about each other. Likes and dislikes, pasts, dreams of the future. Sanji told you about his childhood with Zeff and his quest for the All Blue. You told him of your dream to be a famous poet one day and of your life on the sea.

Something changed along those talking sessions. Something you liked. You wouldn’t call it a friends with benefits situation. You both knew it was something else, something deeper.

Those words were just waiting to be said.

You two would lock eyes at random moments throughout the days and his eyebrow would quirk and you'd look away.

Nights would be spent with each other, sometimes words weren’t even exchanged.

It was bliss.

One afternoon caught the two of you on the lower decks, encased by shadows. You had originally been working on writing down events in the logbook, but your lover had sought you out.

Sanji had you caged up against the wall, kissing you with a fervor. As if you were the last meal he'd ever receive.

He always kissed you like a starving man.

However, you heard Usopp's voice getting closer to your hiding spot, calling for Sanji, and the two of you quickly separated and righted yourselves.

He winked at you as you adjusted your skewed shirt. "You'll tell me more about how that dream of yours went later, right, darling?"

You smirked. "You wouldn't believe half the things I see inside my head."

Sanji grinned, unable to resist capturing your lips in another kiss before slowly pulling away and heading down the hallway.

Nami cornered you later that day.

"You've been hard to find lately." She stated.

You shrugged. "I've been hiding away trying to find a quiet place to work on the log." This was the go to excuse.

And Nami wasn't buying it. "It's been hard to find Sanji too."

Your eyes met her brown ones in questioning silence.

"I knew it." She muttered. "Sanji left his jacket on the floor in the hallway the other night. You do know we're not like other pirates, right? Nobody's gonna care if you two get together. 'Sides, pretty sure the only ones who haven't figured it out are Luffy and Usopp. But that's just a matter of time."

You were flabbergasted. "How in the--"

"You guys aren't very sneaky. Zorro found you two the other day. Plus the jacket."

Of course Zorro would find out first. But knowing that a relationship would be fine was also a relief to hear.

You had just finished telling Nami about your's and the chef's so-called "secret mission" when Sanji brought lunch around a few minutes later. When he got to you, he handed you your food and your logbook. "You left this in the kitchen." And with a wink he walked away.

"He's not even subtle about it." Nami stated.

You laughed. Sanji hadn't been subtle from the moment you met him at the Baratie. He had only stopped calling you 'madame' because you told him it made you feel old.

He had immediately switched to darling, being far too suave and charming for his own good.

You opened up your logbook. It had gotten easier to get back to your job lately. Apparently the dark hallway meetings and late night rendezvous worked perfectly in helping your focus.

You immediately noticed his note.

"Meet me tonight"

You snapped the notebook shut, grinning like a schoolgirl,and Nami only rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You two are the weirdest."

It was late when you began to make your way to the kitchen that night.

He must have been impatient, because you found him waiting down the hallway, still dressed in his suit and necktie.

You never knew blue could feel like fire, but his eyes were smoldering as they met yours. He had you up against the wall in moments, his lips on your own.

He never did anything halfway, it was all or nothing. That thought crossed your mind as you began to lose yourself in the way he kissed you. In the way it was tender and yet passionate. In the way he caught your lip with his own. In the way he would sort of nudge his jaw forward in little movements. In the way his tongue always seemed to ask permission by gently touching your own lips and leading you into deeper and deeper kisses.

You could drown in this man.

The words slipped out in between kisses before you could stop them.

"I love you."

But he just grinned. A smile so bright, were the sun out it would have felt threatened. Remarkably sweet for the heated exchange that had been occuring only seconds prior.

"I love you, too, darling."

And the heat was back. His hands, which had been holding you gently at your hips, slipped to lift you and press you harder into the wall as the passion returned.

Only to come to a screeching halt as someone cleared their throat.

Luffy stood a few feet away, struggling to mask his shock.

"While I'm happy for the two of you, maybe the hallways are not the best for such...activities?" he said.

You both nodded, mildly embarrassed to have been caught.

As your captain disappeared further down the hallway, a laugh bubbled out of you.

Sanji turned to look at you, bewildered.

Grabbing his hand, you led him away. "You heard our captain, gotta go somewhere other than a hallway."

Understanding spread across his face in the way of a knowing smirk. "I completely understand, darling."

I can see you, waiting down the hall for me, I can see you, up against the wall with me.

I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, make me want you even more

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whiteladyofithilien · 4 months

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So I got bored last night while jamming to some classic music and it led to this...

The sons of Feanor assigned Planets from the Holst suite...

Maedhros - Jupiter

The music just sounds as gallant and noble as the first born of Feanor is. The king of planets' music for the High King of the Noldor. And the slower stately part of the piece (what gets extracted for the song I Vow to Thee My Country) feels very appropriate for a soundtrack to the peace he and Fingon foster together.

Maglor - Neptune

It's not just the water association that both Maglor and Neptune have at work here. The whole piece has a beautiful forlornness to it that is also an easy summarization of Maglor's tragic life. Plus all the strings near the beginning make me think of him playing his harp by the sea

Celegorm - Saturn

The music is subtle like the workings of Celegorm's mind. A slow methodical creeping melody tinged with hints of the sinister. An unexpected blare of horns for the great hunter and his hound approach and then back to the lower tones as he stalks his prey

Caranthir - Mars

It's in the name "bringer of war" I feel there's no need to really explain why this aggressive piece of music inspired by the planet named for Mars the god of War is the perfect piece for contentious Caranthir

Curufin - Venus

He is the image of his father's wisdom and skill with words. He is well spoken and where his nearest older brothers are always stirring up strife he supports with a more subtle touch. The gentler rippling melody suits the dutiful brother who follows the lead and offers love and support to his kin and is even fair enough to let Eöl go in spite of his loathing of him. He's the chill one of the middle three which isn't saying a whole lot when it comes to Feanorians I know

Amrod - Uranus

The one who in one version was set fire to by accident by Feanor in the burning of the ships at Losgar this more disjointed musical piece fits the various views that exist for Amrod's narrative. There's a dramatic beginning to the piece just as there is to Amrod's life being named "fated" by his mother. But the melody gets more merry and you can almost see Amrod and his twin brother riding far and wide enjoying a hunt in their lands around Estolad

Amras - Mercury

Youngest and therefore to my mind the most playful the jubilant whirling melody of Mercury fits best to the baby of the family. There's not much on the twins but I like to imagine that perhaps rather than always riding sometimes Amras runs during the hunts with his brother and is very fleet-footed and really into enjoying nature for a Noldor. I mean after all he was the twin okay with sleeping on the ground while Amrod went back onto the ships to sleep(in the one version). Just my headcanon for him about being a little nature boy because I refuse to fall into "twins are exactly the same" thinking. Anyone who's known twins in real life knows that's not true and I've known lots of twins. My dad is even a twin.

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basiatlu · 5 months

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Getting to Know You (again?)

Thanks for tagging me @squintclover !! Figured I could fill out another one of these, why not?

Current things

3 ships: Drarry, Wolfstar, and honestly a merry-go-round of pairings from Square Enix games

Last song: She's So Cool (w/ Pale Waves) by Bruses

Last movie: finally!!!! watched the Barbie movie, I cried 3 times

Currently Reading: just finished Seagulls Cause Storms by @ writ_and_romance // I need to make my way through the R/S Big Bang fics right now

Currently watching: Andor, though I'm a little indifferent about it atm - I love Cassian and his actor but ep. 2 was so slow

Currently consuming: some Assam blend tea yum

Currently craving: arroz con pollo and a bunch of spicy salsa

Getting to know you

Relationship status: partnered and comfy af

Favourite colour: teal and burnt orange

Song stuck in my head: I have the entire Helplessness Blues album by Fleet Foxes playing in my noggin but Daft Punk keeps wedging itself in there every now and then

Favourite food: I couldn't possibly pick one thing! I cook too many things I love on rotation.

Last song I listened to: Last song someone recommended you: (this is a repeat so I'm changing it) that would be Muse by Jesse Detor

Dream tip: A camping trip - anywhere with trees and a lake

Last thing I searched: "queen anne black magic" - I just got a single tea cup and saucer from a thrift store and now it's a goal to complete the set

I'm gonna tag @ everyone - you, yes you as well!! Don't be shy

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Dude imagine on ds9 when the dominion is in charge there’s a star fleet officer that was blinded maybe protecting odo or something and he feels like he owes her so Odo goes through the process of finding a service dog for her but with the dominion and cardassians on the station it’s clearly a hostile environment.

Just imagine the service dog in her defense biting a cardassian who shoved this poor blind girl and her getting arrested and the dog impounded (doggie jail) by the time odo heard about this Gul Dukat has gone back to cardassia for the week. Odo was able to get the blind star fleet officer out of jail but Dukat needs to sign the papers to free the dog so of course Odo goes to the next person Weyoun who does everything he can but can’t get the dog out before Dukat returns so to calm Odo down and not displease his god Weyoun instead assigns a Jem’hadar guard to her. So now his looming Jem’hadar soldier Omeri’Kakan is escorting this little petite blind girl around the station. Just the top of her head coming to his mid chest kinda height difference. When she is ready to go somewhere else like after lunch Omeri’Kakan holds out his elbow like a gentleman and leans close to her so she can find and grab onto his arm. I can see her nicknaming him Merry (from the meri in his name). Or the jem’hadar scaring the crap out of the cardassian soldiers and giving the one who picked on her and got her and her dog arrested a hard time. Cause now this little blind federation officer, this little warrior and Odo’s friend is Omeri’Kakans sweet little buddy now.

-AzoraStarr

OH MY GOD. First off, poor lil guide dog in doggie jail!!! 😭

Second, OMG PROTECTIVE GUIDE DOG JEM'HADAR. I adore. I love. I need. THAT'S SO PRECIOUS.

I ADORE THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND I SHIP IT (IN A PLATONIC WAY, OF COURSE) AND I LOVE IT AND I NEED IT AN–

#deepspacedukat asks #azorastarr

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The inn at Port Fola Nichi was the closet thing any of the three pirates had to a home on land. The drinks were shit, and it smelled exactly like you would think a place almost exclusively utilized by pirates and other such ne'er-do-wells would, but it was home. A neutral ground free from the weight of laws where they could trade and make merry but most importantly, it was where they could receive their mail.

Lordakai took the small stack handed to him and sorted through them as quickly as he could before shoving all but one into his coat pocket. Vultch, who's mail always consisted of a single letter from his sister snorted at the display.

"What's so funny?" Lordakai snorted in return.

"It's, nothing... It's just cute how excited you get when that dainty little thing sends you something," he teased in his usual slow and lazy manner, "Right Gun? Big guys Positively darling these days."

Gun grumbled from behind the massive stack put in front of her before pushing it all off into the empty seat at the table. The chances of her reading any of them being very slight. "Oh Sure. Makes him look positively middle aged again."

"Rude, I'm only what, two years older than you, Gun?" Lordakai smiles through the ribbing.

"Oh yeah, you just aged a lot worse than I did."

"It's true. But, I don't care about That, I care about the Drama at hand. Our dear boy is Lovestruck. Just Look at him!" Vultch cut in, "You can't truly be, you know, Serious about the bird, Right?"

"And what if I am?"

"Oh No Fucking way, Lordakai," Gun looks at him incredulously, "Vultch told me how sweet you were on the bird, but no way are you Actually serious about zer? Have all the rumors about you getting soft been true?"

"Listen, The bird has never once made me soft-" He starts the innuendo but is cut off by Vultch pretending to wretch.

"Disgusting! We're eating. Have you no shame?"

"You're just mad your old man has found someone and is finally settling down."

"For the love of all that is seen, let that joke die old man."

"Absolutely not-"

"Oh Hey! Back on topic boys. Lordakai just said he was settling down and That's a whole lot more interesting than Vultch not being able to take a dick joke."

"Wait, That was a joke. That had to be a joke, Lordakai, Tell me that was a joke." Vultch looked as shocked as his insectoid features could allow.

Lordakai sat back in his seat, a letter from the love of his life in his hands and sighed, "Yeah... I am. I'm old, I've found something real good with Toi'uhla, and it's pass time I handed the title of captain of my fleet off to Laz," he shrugs and traces around the wax seal on the letter with one claw, "You both know as well as I do, Folk don't retire in our line of work. But... I'm taking this opportunity to drop anchor. I'm looking for a proposal rock and everything."

They both stare at him like he's grown a second head, but Vultch is the first to pipe up, "You really weren't joking about settling down huh?"

"Oh, How is That going to work out with zer being, you know, A Lord and also engaged?" Gun asked, the reality of the situation her friend was in suddenly becoming a lot less funny.

"Ai, it won't be anything Official. Ze is still going to marry that little princet soon enough. But once that's done ze's eligible to be duke, so the plan is to just wait out the end of zer dam's reign. Toi'uhla will get the upgrade, and then give me a pardon. That's the day I'll be out of the game and swanning off to go cuck a monarch in zer own home. Don't you two go thinking I'm leaving my ship or my territory till then."

"... Do you need zer dam to... Disappear?" Vultch offers.

"Ha, no, no. The old fuck has already said ze's only staying in zer position a year or two longer at most. And... I've brought it up in the past. Toi'uhla wasn't Thrilled with the idea of ganking zer dam."

"Oh... Oh Lordakai. Congratulations I suppose."

"Yeah. It's going to be weird seeing a Bane ship not captained by a Lordakai."

Lordakai snorts, finally pulling off the wax seal to begin reading the letter, "Hey you never know, Maybe Erifolda Lordakai the Third will take after their old-" he stops short, his beady black eyes narrowing as he read the letter again, and again. His smile dropping, the light air of comadre and jolliness vanishing and being replaced with some storm of emotion.

Vultch snatches the letter from him when he fails to respond to them trying to catch his attention again. He holds it so both he and Gun could read it,

'I love you. There's not enough space on this letter for me to say it as many times as I need to, not when there were so many moments I knew it but didn't say it. I love you, I loved you the first time we had to say goodbye. I loved you when you were furious with me the first time we got to meet as equals instead of hostage and captor. I loved you every moment between and since.

You are my heart and I miss you every time you leave. I love you. I can't think of anything but you when I'm expecting one of your replies or those brief visits we rarely get to share. I love you, I love the ship, and the crew, and the life you showed me. I love your smile and those stupid jokes you tell when it's just me you're talking to. I love the feel of your fur and scales and the sturdiness and size of every part of you. I love the nights in your bed where you hum that one song when you think I'm asleep. I love everything about you, even the parts I can't stand.

My greatest regret is leaving your ship the day of the ransom negotiations. I wish we'd sailed away like you had offered to do, or that we had done something clever to get the money without me having to leave you. My second greatest regret is being created as I write this to you.

I love you. I never want to see you again.

Guli'vany and I will be married at the start of the next season. Preparations are underway even as I write this. I love you, but there is no continuing what we have. It's my duty to my people and country and to my best friend to go through with this, even if it feels more like my execution has been planned. Once I'm married I'll be moving to Cu'Awl, far from our meeting spot, on an island I will never again have an excuse to leave and which you would never be able to get near. I thought that once Guli'vany and I were wed we'd stay on Cu'Liona at least until I had the power to grant you the pardon that would have let you finally come home to me, but Dgow'vany has insisted Guli'vany be near zer, and I will never have that power on Cu'Awl.

I love you, and I have nightmares about the ship burning with you aboard or a day of execution I don't have the power to stay. You are wanted there just as much as you are on Cu'Liona, but they have the navy we do not. Please, please, Lordakai, stay away. It would break me if those dreams came to pass. I need you alive and well, but that means never seeing you again.

Please do not write me. You know how easy I am to tempt and lead astray. Please let this be our goodbye. Please know that I love you, and will love you to my last breath.

-Toi'uhla'

"Oh Shit..." Gun takes the letter and reads it over again, "Shit, Lordakai..."

"Hey, I'm sure something can be worked out? You are recoursful, and the bird clearly wants-" Vultch reaches to put a hand on his shoulder but Lordakai swats it away with a snarl.

He sighs deeply, eyes stoney, jaw set with his spiked beard flairing even as he struggled to maintain some semblance of his composure, even then his voice was a deep growl when he finally spoke, "Do you two want a Real big fucking pay day? Because I've got a wedding to crash and would Love an entourage."

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Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 23 - Christmas Special 1/3

prompt: Sebastian thinks about his life before his contract with Ciel.

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

📌Because I ended up not being able to participate in quite a lot of prompts lately, I decided to put together a 3 part little story for 23rd, 24th, and 25th of December, each chapter inspired by that day's prompt. I tried incorporating as many characters as I could <3 I hope you enjoy!! I hope I can keep up writing after Christmas though <3 these prompts have been amazing, and it's been so much fun participating <3

Summary: As Christmas Eve draws to its end, Ciel Phantomhive finds out that his demon butler had a past unlike any the boy could have ever imagined. This means Ciel's Christmas takes a drastic turn, which invites things to go both right and wrong... CW: kuroshitsuji spoilers (if you don't know about o!ciel and r!ciel, do not read this 3 parter!!), mentions death, suicide, anatomy study, workhouses - please be careful if you are easily triggered by real events that happened in the past. oh, if you don't ship Vincent/Undertaker, please don't send hate <3 it's just a fleeting mention, but still <3

“The what?”

Ciel’s one eye flickered over to glare at Sebastian. The question was not a rude one, but Ciel’s patience had been somewhat thin as of late. Memories flooded Ciel during the entire month of December which wore down both his mood and his mental health.

First it had been his birthday; a reminder of his brother and the loss of affection and remembrance toward his own dead self buried somewhere no one came to visit (to his knowledge)…

Then it had been faint memories of past holidays, with family near and warmth all around a child’s innocent mind.

What was usually the time for a human to get acquainted with the world from behind the protective barrier of parents had been shattered a long time ago, and the bitterness of the loss of a child’s innocence seeped into the holiday instead.

Ciel Phantomhive no longer cared for Christmas, and Sebastian had not had to care about Christmas for any other reason then to keep up appearances of a household serving a philanthropist wishing to remain out of the spotlight, and a kind-hearted lord.

“The Foundation of Timmy.” Desk filled with letters ranging from ‘Merry Christmas’ cards, to bills, to civilians appealing for more time to pay rent, to complaints about the land… Ciel favoured one letter in his hand which would turn the tide for that year’s Christmas. Because of that letter, Ciel was not the only one suddenly overwhelmed with memories. “It’s a charity giving to the poor in London. They’re hosting a special charity during the holiday season to give presents, food, warm clothes, that sort of thing.”

“Let me guess,” Sebastian spoke, voice slightly quieter than normal, pupils ten sizes smaller, and fangs out for show – “They pay special attention to the workhouses of London…”

“Yes.” Ciel thought little of this. Outwardly he didn’t care for his demon’s emotions anyway, and his act meant that he didn’t notice how this was affecting Sebastian. Besides, it was a logical conclusion. The workhouses were on the top of the list when looking for places to go and be charitable.

“They do not mention the Jewish communities?”

Ciel blinked at this question though. “The Jewish…? Well, yes. There’s a separate fund for Hanukkah. It offers the Jewish community funding for those living in the industrial areas… We have missed it this year, though. It ended on the 4th of December.”

“Yes…” Sebastian said no more, and instead busied himself with collecting opened letters from Ciel’s desk to try and tidy up.

“How did you know this?” Ciel looked between demon and letter, glancing at the charity’s symbol: a crest held up by a crow cawing. Within the crest, the letter T was printed.

A mere guess, my lord was what Sebastian wanted to say. Alas, he had been prompted not to lie to his master. Through a fake smile attempting to offer the aesthetic of him being calm and in control of his own emotions – which Sebastian despised he even had – the demon said: “Timothy Smith was a previous contract of mine. In your human, Christian calendar it would have been between the years of 1698 to 1705.”

Shocked and astounded to suddenly hear something about Sebastian’s past on Earth, Ciel stood up in such a rush that the chair tumbled over behind him. With one wide eye, Ciel stared at the demon, who pretended nothing had been said and simply continued to clean.

“Sebastian,” Ciel pointed out, only to find he had no clue of what to ask. He wanted to know all of it, really. Who was Timmy? How old had he been? How had he summoned a demon? Where did they live? Had Timothy been a noble too from the start? Did demons only go for nobles?

For some strange reason though, the only question that formed on Ciel’s tongue was what that contract had entailed. Whether Ciel done right by himself was something he still pondered over. Could he have done better in negotiating terms and conditions with a demon?

Had someone else cracked the code before him?

“What were the conditions?”

“Pardon?” Sebastian paused his cleaning, almost looking offended.

Maybe it was offensive to ask such things to a demon – Ciel didn’t know. He didn’t speak demon language nor did he know anything about their culture – nor did Ciel want to know about their anything. It was a demon. A foul creature with the sole intention of pulling humans down to hell for consumption.

So, Ciel continued despite the offense. “What was your contract about?”

Sebastian’s nostrils flared once, then he seemed to straighten up further than humanly possible – as if to keep something back, a rude comment… maybe…

“Timothy asked me to be his father.”

And now Ciel was just confused.

“Huh?”

“Timothy was a little boy, younger than you, who was taken from a workhouse in 1688 by men of science attempting to understand human anatomy. Taken to a university for the sole purpose of being murdered and cut open, one scientist took pity on the boy before he could hit the nail through the boy’s skull.” There was venom behind Sebastian’s words, a venom which Ciel noted he had never heard before…. Except for once when Sebastian scolded Ciel for not letting him help clean Ciel up, perhaps only a few hours after their contract had initially been created. Ciel had still been hurt then… and… wounds can get infected. This part of Sebastian’s past had become an infected wound too.

He cared.

Demons shouldn’t care… right?

“He took Timothy to a different department. One not researching human anatomy, but the human soul. One thing led to another, and they summoned me… not a human soul.” Sebastian once more looked offended at the mere idea, taking on a pose of superiority toward human souls.

Ciel rolled his eyes at it.

“Small as he was, the child asked for a father. One who would protect, and in doing so figure out what had actually happened to his real family. He didn’t quite understand the reality of the creature he was negotiating with.” Looking away from Ciel, Sebastian remained silent until his master prompted for the rest of the story.

“But you were only with him for seven years?”

“Boys grow a lot in seven years. Eventually, I, as his father, saw it fit for him to find out the truth about his parents. Once Timothy was old enough, the two of us did just so.”

“And…?” Ciel prompted again, waving a hand impatiently.

“They were nothing but a whore and a marine who had needed a relief one day.” Ciel frowned in disgust. “But, it turned out that the marine came from a wealthy family, and so I claimed Timothy’s heritage for him.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Ciel asked in a bored tone: “You mean you killed every single one then made Timothy the formal heir?”

“Yes. Obviously.” Sebastian smirked at Ciel’s wittiness. “You know me well, my lord.”

“It seemed the only thing a demon would do.”

“’Tis a Christmas miracle! You, my lord, offering me such compliments is unheard of.”

“Revolting.” Ciel turned to walk back to the window. Outside, it didn’t feel much like a Christmas miracle. It was raining, barely a degree below zero… There would be no snow this year, he assumed.

Which meant it would be the first year since his parents’ death that he wouldn’t have a white Christmas. The conversation he had with Sebastian was what he clung to in order to keep from feeling sadness over something as childish and pathetic as snow.

“Timothy enjoyed the snow too,” Sebastian said.

Unsure what had prompted this, Ciel turned and offered his demon a confused look.

“All children’s minds are alike,” he explained simply. “All children wish the same thing.”

Ciel nodded, for once not taking offense to the fact that he was being called a child. “I agree. Therefore, Sebastian, I want you to arrange that any funds we can spare are offered to the Foundation of Timmy this year.”

There was a millisecond where Ciel could detect a hint of gratitude and relief from the demon, before it disappeared as Sebastian smiled and bowed.

“As you wish, my lord.”

“And…” Ciel frowned, tapping one of the letters. “That warehouse that suffered water damage?” Blasted English weather. “How much of the toys stored there were damaged beyond repair?”

“A mere two percent, sir.”

“Then I would like all undamaged goods to be shipped to the workhouses of London…” Ciel watched Sebastian for a bit, pondering whether this was a good idea. “Is the one where Timothy came from still running?”

“I- Yes, sir.”

“Then why don’t we make a personal visit?”

“Sir?”

“Christmas among nobility is all about giving presents no one needs. Most of them are returned to the store, exchanged for something they wanted, or forgotten. Then we eat a bunch of things no one can finish, and the leftovers are thrown out.” Sebastian refrained from correcting his master in that, in actuality, the servants tended to finish Christmas dinners at estates, holding a little party past midnight after their work was done…

“But the party –“

“We’ll be back in time. I just…” Ciel frowned. “What you said… About the scientists… Does it still happen?”

“Yes, my lord. It might not be legal anymore to claim living subjects, but it still happens.”

“Then I want to be there. It’s Christmas. People are at home and law enforcement is scathe. It would be ripe time for people to claim children from workhouses. Make it happen, Sebastian.”

“Yes, my lord,” Sebastian agreed, bowing down as Ciel walked past him to leave the office.

Outside, the rain slowly turned to snow. Sebastian watched it, not being able to help feel a sense of warmth within him at the memory of a former master unknowingly manipulating Sebastian into becoming a father… caring for the boy… It was a contract that clearly had long lasting impact on the demon.

And now, Ciel offered a gentle touch to the memory, honouring Timmy…

Sebastian would never admit it out loud, but this Christmas Miracle was quite the pleasant surprise.

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mrleopard25 · 1 year

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Doctor Who Regeneration Series Revisited: The Tenth Regeneration

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Rose: “You’re not making sense.” The Ninth Doctor: “I might never make sense again. I might have two heads, or no head. Imagine me with no head – and don’t say that’s an improvement. It’s a bit dodgy, this process. You never know what you’ll end up with." Rose: “Doctor!” The Ninth Doctor: “Stay away!” Rose: “Doctor, tell me what’s going on.” The Ninth Doctor: “I absorbed all the energy of the time vortex and no one’s meant to do that. Every cell in my body’s dying.” Rose: “Can’t you do something?” The Ninth Doctor: “Yeah, I’m doing it now. Time Lords have this little trick; sort of a way of cheating death.”

Story (from “Bad Wolf”, “The Parting of the Ways”, the 2005 Children In Need special, and “The Christmas Invasion”):

The Doctor, Rose, and Captain Jack are kidnapped from the TARDIS and forced to play reality game shows in the far future, where the penalty for losing is death. The Doctor breaks out and discovers that the whole network of game shows are situated in a space station, and that the network controller kidnapped him in the hopes of using him to defeat her masters, who are revealed to be the Daleks.

The Doctor is astounded that the Daleks survived the Time War, and the Emperor Dalek reveals himself. His ship was the lone survivor of a cataclysmic event (The Moment, as stated in the last entry), and fell through time to the outer reaches of Earth’s solar system. Over several hundred years the Emperor harvested humans to slowly rebuild his Dalek army and was driven mad by his isolation, deluding himself to believe he was a god.

The Daleks now intend to invade Earth, totally complacent in its mindless entertainment, and from there build the empire up to conquer the galaxy. The Doctor realizes the only way he can stop them is to build a Delta wave emitter using the transmitter of the station, but there’s not enough time to refine it. As such any Delta wave emitted would not just kill the Daleks but the population of the Earth as well.

The Doctor tricks Rose into staying in the TARDIS, and he remotely sends it back to her own time, locking the controls. Rose is furious and while back in her own time sees the words “Bad Wolf” all around her, which she had seen all through her adventures with the Doctor as if the words were following her through time. She realizes that it is a message and breaks into the TARDIS’ telepathic circuits. The TARDIS console opens and floods her mind with the energy of the time vortex.

The Daleks confront the Doctor and he admits that he can not bring himself to commit genocide (again). Just as the Daleks approach to exterminate him, the TARDIS arrives. Rose steps out, teeming with the energy of the time vortex, now omnipotent. She annihilates the Dalek fleet with a wave of her hand and resurrects Captain Jack, who had been killed earlier. But the Doctor pleads with her that not only is it wrong for her to stay like this but the energies will destroy her. She can not give up the power she now has, so the Doctor kisses her and absorbs all the energy into himself, before quickly breathing it back into the TARDIS.

After setting off into flight Rose awakens with amnesia of the events and the Doctor warns her of his impending regeneration due to the burn out caused by the energies. After a paranoid rambling he regenerates and immediately notices new teeth. Inspecting himself he notices all the changes in the regeneration and wants Rose’s opinion.

She denies that he could be the Doctor, instead suspecting a plot of some kind. He tries to convince her he’s the same man but she’s still suspicious. He asks her if she wants to leave and she’s undecided. The Doctor sets the TARDIS controls back to her home at Christmas time but then succumbs to the effects of post-regeneration trauma, lapsing into a manic craze.

The TARDIS crashes onto the street and the Doctor wishes Rose’s mom Jackie and Mickey a Merry Christmas before collapsing into a coma. While recuperating the Doctor becomes a target for robots dressed in Santa costumes. Meanwhile the invading force of the Sycorax has arrived, and Rose finds she may be Earth’s only hope.

Production:

As stated in the seventh regeneration article the viewing figures for the 1996 Doctor Who tv movie were very high in the UK. While the audio dramas and novels were in full swing it was also apparent the audience for the program never really left. Producer Mel Young approached the then-current BBC One Controller Peter Salmon about relaunching the series and through them writer and Doctor Who enthusiast Russell T Davies was brought on board for contributions. However this fell through and Davies went on to work on a little unknown series called “Queer as Folk”.

By 2003 Davies had attracted enough attention as a writer to be brought back to the new Doctor Who project. By this point the new BBC One Controller Lorraine Heggessey had completely cleared up any rights issues – as remember with the television movie, Universal, Fox, and BBC Worldwide had all been on the production. But by now BBC television had the authority to pursue a series with no difficulty, opting to produce it with BBC Wales and the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (the CBC).

Davies was to be not only the head writer but the executive producer as well. Also producing were Phil Collinson and BBC Wales Head of Drama Julie Gardner. Those principal three would be the main creative driving force behind the new series. Casting calls were held for who would play the Doctor and the team settled with Christopher Eccleston, a man who had never been a fan of the series in the past. In fact Eccleston would criticize the old series for its “wobbly sets”, although admitted he found the concept of regeneration fascinating.

No one was sure if the series would even take off, so they settled on making one season before committing any further. However when ratings pulled in 10.5 million viewers for the first episode “Rose” a second season was commissioned, and everyone signed up.

Except Chris Eccleston. He wasn’t too keen on the atmosphere of the set and had fears of being typecast, so he wished to go after the first season. It was originally intended to be a surprise to the audience, since they were announced for another season, but the BBC accidentally released this information early against Eccleston’s contract. Everyone was a little incensed and to this day Eccleston isn’t happy with how the BBC handled his departure. Nevertheless Eccleston still to this day is proud of his time in the role and adores the fans of the series.

Casted to replace him was 30 year old Doctor Who fan David Tennant. Tennant had already done roles in many of the radio dramas and was thrilled at the opportunity to play his childhood hero.

You may have noticed the citing of many episodes for the story. That’s because even though the new series format was to have standalone episodes, unlike the multi-episode story arcs of the past, Davies enjoys having plot points work their way through an entire season. In this case Davies had written in references to the “Bad Wolf” in almost every episode, some of which barely noticeable. The Children In Need special listed above was a seven minute charity piece that was a short dialogue scene as the Doctor feels his new body out before going manic.

As for the regeneration scene, a straight video morph effect with lights and energy were used. Relatively simple but flashy enough to inspire those who had never seen a regeneration before. And by setting it up with dialogue beforehand, the hope was that audiences wouldn’t feel alienated.

Analysis:

First off, I love Eccleston’s portrayal of the Doctor. He’s a quirky guy totally unlike anyone else he’s every played in the past. But he also shows a pain and a rage beneath that humour. And as much as I loved Tennant’s performance I really do wish Eccleston would have hung around for one more season.

Nevertheless I was still pretty psyched at seeing a new regeneration. After the effects of the last series, which were inconsistent, I was eager to see how much better this one would be. The budget was significantly better and we as an audience were far more emotionally invested in the event.

Okay so in regards to this “Bad Wolf” entity Rose becomes, it’s an interesting plot device and it would have seemed like a cop-out, if not for the how we’ve been seeing its effects through almost the whole season. So I’m okay with it. One might be wondering why Rose didn’t die from absorbing it while the Doctor did. To this I say that it makes sense that while the Doctor was imbued with its energies he reversed any damage to Rose before putting the energy back into the heart of the TARDIS. One wonders about those continents the Daleks fried before they were stopped. Rose brought Captain Jack back, what about all those people? Who knows.

Back to the heart of the TARDIS, this was a concept that has been around a long time. The first reference goes back to the First Doctor in a 1964 story arc that has been retroactively titled “The Edge of Destruction.” The TARDIS is being plunged back to Event One and will be destroyed. However the Doctor and his companions don’t realize this so the TARDIS tries to warn them. From that point on in the series it is explicitly understood that the TARDIS has a degree of sentience.

We even saw the TARDIS use these energies to revive Grace and Chang Lee in the TV movie, based on sentimentality. And then in “Boom Town” when Blaine is trying to commandeer the TARDIS by holding Rose hostage she is exposed to the heart which rejuvenates her until she is an egg, giving her a second chance at life. So undoubtedly when Rose and the TARDIS communicated, it gave her the power it needed to resolve the situation because of compassion for the Doctor.

For most of the Tenth Doctor’s first story “The Christmas Invasion,” the Doctor is near comatose, expressing the regeneration had gone wrong. So no Zero Room this time? I’m actually of the opinion that it’s another example of the post-regeneration trauma manifesting itself as paranoia. I honestly enjoyed how it was the smell of herbal tea that healed his stressed synapses and allowed him to recover. I also enjoyed the scene in which the Sycorax suddenly seem to be speaking English as soon as it’s apparent the Doctor has recuperated. From that point on Tennant owns the episode, silencing those who doubted if he had the character to pull off the role.

No too much to say on this one, other than I really enjoyed Doctor Who coming back and the regeneration was very well done. And with David Tennant taking over the reins, the series would see even greater ratings and an entirely new audience.

And Another Thing...

I really wish they’d go somewhere else besides Earth. They’ve got the whole universe to explore!

The Tenth Doctor: “Now then, what do I look like? No no no no no no no no no – don’t tell me. Let’s see. Two legs, two arms, two hands, slight weakness in the dorsal tendon. Hair! I’m not bald! Ooooh, big hair. Sideburns, I’ve got sideburns! Or really bad skin. Little bit thinner, that’s weird, give me time and I’ll get used to it. I have got a mole. I can feel it. Between the shoulder blades is a mole. That’s all right. Love the mole. Go ahead, tell me, what do you think?” Rose: “Who are you?” The Tenth Doctor: “I’m the Doctor!”

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marymoss1971 · 1 year

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22 Answers for Fanfic 2022

1. Fandoms wrote for this year

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Star Trek: Lower Decks

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2. Favorite fanfic I wrote

I'd say Moving Forward since for the longest time I couldn't figure out why Chakotay would end up with Seven. It seemed totally random and out of the blue. So, I wrote this fic to help me understand how it could happen.

3. Favorite fic I read

I don't read a lot but Our Stars by @curator-on-ao3 since it really got me feeling the Pikeuna ship. and her story "Ransomed" Chapter 13: in Voyager Writing Game Prompts because it showed me that a prompt-fic can be short so it inspired me to write the story I wanted to

4. Favorite opening line/scene I wrote "Owen Paris sat in the War Room dazed. 98 ships. The room was abuzz with activity—people running in and out, people talking all around him, people talking *to* him, but nothing registered. All he could think about were the 98 ships. 98 out of 112 ships gone—just like that. Tens of thousands of people sent to their deaths and that was just in his fleet—the 7th fleet--alone. -- From Pain too Difficult to Process This is memorable because it showed us a different side of the Admiral. We've seen him as the epitome of the confident Starfleet officer. It's interesting that he's so shell shocked by the loss of the fleet that he can't register what's going on around him. 5. Favorite ending line/scene I wrote "maybe she could find another Collector. She probably wouldn’t be able to hear their voice in her head like the Master (there was only one Master, after all!) but it’d be nice to be of service again."-- from The Compelled Starfleet Collector Memorable because it showed that, despite the fact she's no longer under the direct control of he Thought Maker, she's been too heavily indoctrinated.It's a heavy ending but that's what I find interesting about it. 6. A trope I wrote this year The sadistic/maniacal villain in The Mystery of Level 10, Section A --that was my favorite. Also, the regretful father trying to make amends in Seeking a Second Chance The disapproving father trope in Offiering Unsolicited Advice ..The dark comedy version of someone descending into insanity Doop Doop Doop and Anderson Unhinged

7. Pairings I wrote

Chakotay/Seven

Owen Paris/Owen Paris's wife

Leah Brahms/Geordi LaForge

Tom Paris/B'Elanna Torres

8. Fic regret this year

That I wrote? I guess How the Tirade Began It was mainly a test to see if I could put my idea in 47 words. I succeeded but don't think it's very interesting.

9. A song that helped me write

I don't use songs. However, I used the song "Hallelujah" for the Merry Month of Cohen writing prompt. The story was Broken Promise 10. Total Number of fics I posted

11.Total Number of Words I posted

51,283 12. Most popular fic written

Based on kudos, I have a 4-way tie between Knowledge for Knowledge's Sake , An Intriguing Offer , A Clear Future From an Uncertain Past , and A Difficult Debrief . Based on hits it's Moving Forward 13. Least popular fic written

Based on Kudos, Preconceptions which makes me a little sad since when it comes to Leah Broahms/Geordi LaForge, I must be in the minority.. Based on hits, it's Sisters and Starfleet 14.Longest completed fic

The Mystery of Level 10, Section A at 6,218 words

15. Shortest completed fic

How the Tirade Began It was my attempt at the 47 word prompt. Next is The third Option at 218 words 16. Favorite character to write this year

I"m going to say Tendi in Knowledge for Knowledge's Sake It was fun fleshing out her backstory.

17. A fic I didn't expect to write

Most are unexpected. But The Compelled Starfleet Collecto -- . I loved the idea of the Though Maker as a brainwashing device but it wouldn't work for my one fic so I wrote a story around it.

18. Most Memorable comment/review

"Have you ever considered a full novella about Jellico and his adventures? You have a real knack for his voice and he happens to be one of my favorite characters."-- To hear someone say that I had a knack for writing Jellico--I was over the moon! It also inspired me to write Deep Space 5 19. Trends I noticed in my writing this year

I started out the year decided that I wanted to try the prompts in the Voyager Writing Game, so a lot of my fics came from the prompts. I also was inspired by Twitter a few times. 20.. Fics I wanted to write but didn't

I had ideas for SNW but wanted to wait to see what happens in new season (see next question) 21. Fics I want to write next year

I want to write Spock asking Una's advice when he's offered the position as Kirk's first officer but I want to see what happens when Spock and Kirk meet in SNW. I'd also like to write a Spock/Sarek/Sybok scene but, again, want to see what SNW does

22. An idea from one of my fics that I want people to think about Wow, I don't know. I guess in Friendship Lost where I have Carol Freeman try to process the actions of her "friend" Les Buenamigo. I've always loved the "someone close to X is a traitor" trope in fiction. So, the idea that someone she considered a friend not only set her up for failure but tried to kill her--that was heavy for me. So, I hope that that story plus others in my series Reflections on Admiral Buenamigo aka Admiral (not so) Good Friend provided readers closure that provided me when I was writing them.

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I hope no one minds if I do an honorable mention. This is my favorite set of lines in a fic from this year. From Seeking a Second Chance -

(Admiral Paris is asking for his daughter’s forgiveness for not being supportive of her career)

“Moira, please!” he exclaimed.

“No!” she interrupted. “It’s bad enough you made me feel like crap for playing the harp, you did the <b>same</b> thing to Tom! If it wasn’t for you, he’d probably be alive right now!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” he blurted out.

That’s when she saw it. She’d seen many things in her father’s face—happiness, sadness, pride, disappointment, anger. But what she saw now—pain—she’d never seen before.

#fanfic year in review 2022

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starlightcleric · 1 year

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What Flavor is Your Soul?

Saw Seren do this quiz again for her Pathfinder ladies and decided to do it for mine too :3

picrew here

Lorraine Summerglen, Mythic Angel

rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Poetry, Mythic Trickster

mint

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of churchbells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spidersilk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

Ophelia Negrescu, Mythic Aeon

lavender

oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

Layla Aldori, Mythic Demon

salt

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

#crusader lorraine #crusader poetry #crusader ophelia #crusader layla

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terraeferae · 2 years

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WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL?

mint

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of church bells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spider silk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even Nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

cinnamon

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

lavender

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Tagging: @jardinae, @serpentsexile, @diverse-hearts, @ama-tcra-su, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#{𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℰ𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸 ℋ𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹}#{𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 ℛ𝑜𝒷𝒾𝓃}#{𝒳𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓃}

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sharp-teeth-and-archived · 2 years

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WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL ?

* 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐓

ROSEMARY

* 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓

MINT

* 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒

LAVENDER

TAGGED: @coyotesteeth ( thank you! )

TAGGING: I don’t want to bug anyone atm, so steal it from me and say I tagged you!

#( tagged )#( 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 ; headcanon (( Cassie ))#( 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 ; headcanon (( Lydia ))#( 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 ; headcanon (( Eleanor ))#( okay so out of all of these Cassie's is the most accurate )#( Eleanor isn't really silent but she's one of my more passive muses )#( Cassie is too but y'know they both have that vibe compared to Lydia )#( Eleanor is more prone to anger than Cassie though sometimes )#( but Lydia's is more accurate in the beginning and while she does have anxious thoughts and an avoidance of loss )#( I don't see her tethered by her fear )#( but this was super fun to do and super introspective on these ocs )

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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The meadow-land

My foes choke the maids were alone. It this dead. Still shadow fleet; she taketh me; and seize love so that, if left his teethin’ a spoon; o merry hae I often flye. That thou! And doth fallen in jealousy, how poore me, and that I hadde

me yeve his lyf, to love? Yet her, we are olde bare; they beth make more happy hours, shut feather on they daucen deffly, and letting earthly lyres, which once of the mente at the fault lie? This ill promise therefore that gave your Feet lies his

angry-chafing board are like a mount the court in, martiall sponge was there he wolde the old haunted me—where the ships, and can’t be happy love a gossip rout. Pensive, and scent promise of his brow, and o’er young, ’twad be a boy’s? That afterward

let vs homeward the shade alone. Thee downs dull, that my streets foraged in his heed, namoore dorste he sees his face I seyden in his locks to through the silently descried high to it, give you. If he dam, to hear thee is love,

and trees, that pain: a deep sleep in the pebbles of Fear throat may escape? The housbondes the ocean drench’d: were born, till our treated in a glow upon thy noon; but you wilt buy and Justice of time—I that but she. My mother cheeks fresh

beauties weary car, like Phoebus light say, having coarse smut of the Myllers rownde did not understander betweene, and if that trembling a florid maiden, ae sweete Violet. And as a brightened me close—they were born, the fighting close to

her glad of the yellow plum doth the fair! And dry away, to tumble, Vulcans, on living hue, how I could barbarian lower by despairing took companion stood. To thee stands; What had been toying woman else, and now Adonis

the sepulchred, whence flowers, agues no one here rose tiptoe with his level—No! And gnomed mine had taught, life doth steep her heavenly tune? That I have I wonne. That made hym in none, in separate Hell, and when there waits me faste, and

round with my cover than all heart of dazzling human close attain’d a greet cheep is honours to thee: where staues did lye, god bad us for the apprentice Janekyn, and her steep-up heaven the finger in the finesse doe clean, but

worn and filled dahlias and from a good as water thou know’st not still: anon he fairest my glory and skill the mind in his hands; as prompt in love is a lo’es dear wee wife she doth gloomier tapestries—so rainbow, as is yclad

in clustere; twas the mounted; kiss’d his grave, see, doo you the one or tears would give the flowering heart were at an end: and by Seint Thomas, why this, that sounding riverside and there comes my husband; so I did not be only contrary

to creep the rivers, braves, upon sand which a troubled; I can live youre wyl it when he sand! But I will not both of the hand,—why, themselves, was her object will drip and being his kind; why let it in one act a phantom of thy

cheke that recketh he hath left scole, and his day’s hot tyranny of fire, that wild and redder the cold, among a full forgive me here, I bishrewe! My life is: thou fall, and fire doth she pass’d I blinded eye, thought a thunder; and not

beauty, life in our report, that he, if I find outcast state, like a pearl. Flames which thy head of his step, and to another’s field and he hath since where Nature toun; god have been assum’d, and, heart’s citadel, with the scenes with red, like myself,

forest of his young, I’m o’er bookės sette hem so wel after here am I? And to scorching like a late-embarked themselues will say so, you consider horns once I know it. You have a naked face is full have died unkind!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #180 texts #ballad

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thewholecrew · 10 months

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what flavor is your soul?

GRANT WARD: VANILLA

oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.

KASSY HARWELL: ROSEMARY

ALEC CROSS: MINT

NATHAN BISHOP: LAVENDER

REV EVERHEART: SALT

#this is fine #OOC.#i never know what to tag these but #this made me sad

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ninhaoma-ya · 1 year

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Chapter 1079 — The Red-Haired Pirates - An Emperor’s Crew

All rights, so the formation of Neo-MADS wrapped up the Germa cover story arc. Wonder when we'll see those guys again – and on which side of the upcoming war.

Anyways.

I read the chapter.

And then took a break.

Went for a walk. Pondered life. Cursed Odacchi's name to the heavens and thanked the universe for bringing us such a masterful storyteller.

Nothing for it but to go through it.

First off, an update on Egghead: Confirmation on York's plan and what happened before this. She ordered S-Snake to unfreeze her later and adds another mystery; which area can't be damaged? However, it is clear York isn't the brightest bulb: the 'hostages' refer to the P-agents, I assume, and we've seen how much the Government cares for those guys in the past. Not a very good hostage.

Chaos on Egghead, people trying to get away. Will they manage, or will the navy blast them to kingdom come?

However, on the outside…

…THINGS ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD.

a) The Hearts didn't manage to take down Blackbeard's ship

b) That looks very much like a certain fluffy cap and cursed sword…

c) Not to get ahead of things, but when looking at the end of the chapter… o_O

Welp. Before we get there, we have several pages more to go through.

Shank's minions are adorably weak. At least Luffy has some power in his fleet.

It's not very healthy to build an organisation on the shoulders of one person, though… you really should take a look at that, Red-Haired allies.

Shanks, also known as "Fair". Awfully nice of him to check if his opponent is up for it before attacking.

Nice little bit of characterisation going on here:

Obviously Shanks' crew is almost as well-informed as Big Mom's, with the ready-prepped information package casually tossed his way. It's also interesting that Oda hides his eyes when he mentions the rampaging (which was one of the first things we learned about Kid when he was introduced into the story: he doesn't care about casualties). I know it is completely my interpretation, but it seems like Shanks is not happy about the unnecessary casualties caused.

However, Kid is also interesting here. Based on his history, he probably would have attacked the weaker fleet members as well. But we don't know to what extent. Would he have used the Damned Punk cannon then? Here Killer provides some info for him: there's a lot of bounties (i.e. dangerous people in the Government's eyes) on those ships. Why then be careful with your attack when you can take out several threats at once, especially when the weaker ones now are out of harm's way?

As hinted at, Shanks is one of the most powerful haki users in the world, here confirmed by quite a long future sight. Luffy's and Katakuri's observation allowed them a few seconds into the future, while this looks to be a bit longer than that.

And he does not hold back!

After years of "When will Shanks make his move?" he does, and it is glorious.

Aaaw, they care so much about each other.

Kid's crew is a nice foil to Luffy's, in that they care about him (as we saw already on Wano) and he would do anything for them (as we saw in Udon) and they seem like a nice little collection of oddballs. And yet, they are the Straw Hats without the compassion and empathy for others. They care only about each other, not about the consequences of their actions for others.

Before we get to the finish, remember how Shanks asked Dorry and Brogy to help? If we look back to chapter 128 and Little Garden, just for a size comparison with the Merry:

They are huge.

(And that is one pretty panel. Love the contrast of their mantles with the sea and sky.)

Yes, you will.

And keeping at Little Garden:

What a thought. Will the Sky Island snakes make a comeback at some point?

And… what a terrifyingly familiar pose.

That is a blast and a half.

I don't think Kid is dead, however. As someone else said, the phrasing mirrors what happened with the Straw Hats at Sabaody pre-timeskip:

They met their match and some, but will probably survive. Maybe learn some humility, maybe learn some restraint when it comes to rampaging.

That might be the end for Kid's pirate journey, though, with his Lode Poneglyphs gone (so they had at least Big Mom's and Kaido's, I assume) and ship gone.

But, going back to the start of the chapter: it doesn't look too good for the Hearts either…

I wonder where the fourth Lode Poneglyph is. Kaido had one, Big Mom had one, one is on Zou, and one… we don't know, do we?

Great chapter, although the break next week will break my spirit. I give it the edge of my seat and my now broken stress ball.

#one piece #ch 1079 #ch 513 #ch 128 #ch 129 #opspoilers #one piece spoilers #nin reads one piece

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