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sophieinwonderland · 7 months
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Tumblr Arguing Tactics: What You Need To Know
Adding to the topic of the disinformation that claimed "system hopping" was appropriated from the RAMCOA community, people need to be aware of the tactics used by groups here who are trying to sew division.
Because these tactics have proven effective, and even being pro-endo doesn't make you immune from spreading anti-endo propaganda.
There have been many pro-endos who heard the false claims that system hopping was appropriated from RAMCOA survivors and started asking about other terms they could use, despite the claims being completely, verifiably false.
Some of these have been RAMCOA survivors who, while not hearing the term before, blindly believed it was a RAMCOA term because other people told them it was.
This has become a major tactic in Tumblr discourse, where when arguing for one thing, it's common to mask your true motives in ways that portray the other side as villains for unrelated reasons.
This has been commonplace in shipping discourse, with anti-shippers claiming ships they don't like are supporting incest and pedophilia. (Not just actual incest and pedophilia ships but ships like Sheith where you have two adult characters with an 8-year age gap who describe each other as being like brothers. Because apparently nobody who has ever described themselves with sibling-like relationships can hook up.) And if it's not claiming the ships are supporting incest or pedophilia, the ships are homophobic, racist, transphobic, etc. Whatever accusations they can land on in order to sink the ships of others in the fandom and prop up their own.
Accusations may be weak but that doesn't matter because the goal isn't truth. It's emotionally manipulating good people, and those who want to be perceived as good people, to take your side.
While other people who weren't invested in the discourse may come to believe the more marketable false reasons, make no mistake where they originated and with what intent.
It's not actually about social justice. It's about using the idea of social justice to prop up their given ship, painting their victims as horrible people for reasons that were never genuinely related to their primary motives.
But it spreads because people hear "[insert group] supports pedophilia" and that triggers a gut emotional reaction no matter how baseless.
And if you don't side with them, then you're supporting that thing too.
There's a manipulation tactic at play here that people need to be aware of.
Because it's spreading everywhere and is regularly being weaponized by genuinely terrible groups against marginalized people to pit them against each other.
If you don't like xenogenders? Just make up a controversy about how Fae pronouns are appropriating Celtic culture. See, now those nasty transgender people are being racist!
If you're aphobic, spread lies that aroace people stole the term "aspec" from the autistic community. Look! We're not excluding them because we're a hate group! We're excluding them because they're ableist!
Time and time again, these tactics are being used to create division and hurt people.
And time and time again, people in the communities keep falling for them.
We have to do better. We have to think critically about where these claims are coming from, and who benefits from them being spread instead of just blindly accepting what we're told.
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fanficmemes · 3 years
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Lol I'm the opposite of that last ask 🤣 I actually had all my bookmarks private untill I learned from this blog that readers like seeing authors' bookmarks. Now mine are all public.
Why do readers like seeing author bookmark? It has never crossed my mind to look through someone's bookmarks.
I can’t speak for all readers but personally I like looking through an authors bookmarks bc if their fics are that good then maybe they’ve booked some similarly good stuff. It’s like your friend handing you a rec list
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angryschnauzer · 3 years
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Full Mast - Part 2
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Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a kidnapping that goes wrong... leaving you in the care of a band of pirates that seem to treat you better than your husband ever did.
Part 1, 
Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, August Walker x Reader, Walter Marshall x Reader, Mikey (Hellraiser) x Reader.
A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.
Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Blowjobs, Multiple Blowjobs, Multiple Partners, Implied Age Gap (but never confirmed). Pretty Poly Pirates.
Only the finest organic free range typos for me, allowed to run wild and free.
Full Mast part 2
Standing in the grand cabin you took in your surroundings; the large table that was half covered in maps, the scattered chests and crates, the large four poster bed with messy linens. You wondered if the Captain had many other women between those sheets, or whether he kept his liaisons to his time on shore. At the mere thought of the man that had just taken your innocence you felt your stomach clench and another wave of arousal coat your already soaked petals. 
A quiet knock at the door drew your attention, smiling when you saw Mikey come in pulling a large chest and setting it down in the middle of the room;
“So err… Captain says there should be some stuff in here that will be ok for you, so umm… help yourself Miss…”
“Thank you Mikey”
The young man must be at least 20 yet a blush covered his cheeks as you spoke to him, and with a nervous smile he nodded his head and left the room, half tripping on the rug as he did so before slamming the door shut.
Stripping out of your ruined clothing you saw a pitcher of water and a bowl on the side, using it to wash the Captain's seed from your thighs. Crossing the room in just your silk stockings you opened the chest and pulled out a number of items, gauging what would fit. Looking around you set the items onto the large bed, pulling the covers straight as you made your choice and a thought came to mind.
-
Sy stood outside his cabin, his hand hovering over the door handle. What had he gotten himself into? When he’d heard that his old friend Walter was having issues on the island, he’d set sail immediately and between the two of them and his right hand man Walter, they’d come up with a fool proof plan; kidnap the lord’s young trophy wife, demand not even a ransom - just what they were due, return her unharmed. Instead he ended up with another officer onboard, a woman on his ship that was said to bring bad luck, and the puzzle of what the hell to do with her now it had been made abundantly clear that her husband didn’t want her back. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, expecting the worst…
“Darlin?... Don’t be mad…”
He looked around the room, surprised that at first he wasn’t pelted with whatever wasn’t tied down, but when he couldn’t see you at all he frowned.
“Captain, over here…”
His jaw dropped when he saw you, kneeling on his bed, bare save for your stockings and a smile. Crossing the room he came to stand at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as his gaze traversed your naked body;
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…I don’t know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t this…”
With a single finger he beconned you towards him, watching as you moved until you were up on your knees, his large hand at the back of your neck and you were kissing again, his glorious tongue exploring your mouth as your hands clung to his shirt. Deliberately falling back on the bed you pulled him with you, his mouth making its way to your breasts where he lavished each one with full mouthed kisses, his tongue laving over the hardened peaks before pressing a trail of kisses down your stomach before settled at the apex of your thighs;
“Gotta be the prettiest little Puss i’ve seen in a long time, bet you’re as sweet as a peach too…”
His tongue swiped a wide path through your folds, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his beard tickled you and he did to you things you’d only read about in the secretive books that were hidden in the depths of your husbands library.
“Oh Captain!” you gasped as his tongue dived into your soaked entrance, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit and you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation of the inevitable. Seemingly in no need of air he continued to work the thick muscle inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure until the point of no return was met and you came with a cry, your legs clamping around his head. 
Finally he pulled himself free of your grasp, climbing up the bed until he was nestled between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. Holding himself up on his strong arms he looked down at you beneath him;
“This time i’m gonna take my time and savour it…”
Your hands found their way to his breeches, unbuttoning him and gasping as his hot flesh sprung into your palm, heavy and weeping with need you guided him to your entrance. As he plunged into your depths the world seemed to fade around you; you’d had a taste of heaven and now you wanted more;
“You’re so big…”
“You want me to slow down Darlin?”
“No! It feels… so good…”
With practiced skill he rocked into you, slow but rough thrusts that had his length hitting a spot deep inside you’d had no idea that existed. The man had probably fucked his way around half of the Carribean but for a barely touched blossom as yourself he cherished the way your petals opened around him. 
He continued to fuck you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling your body tighten around him and tremble, he slid a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your sensitive pearl, a grin spreading across his face as you came again with a shout of his rank;
“That’s a good girl, so fucking good… almost there…”
He quickly pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach, watching as rope after rope of his creamy seed patterned your body, before he fell to your side, his chest heaving. Covering his eyes he let out a shaky breath;
“What the fuck have i gotten myself into…” He peeped out from between his fingers, smiling at you before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, finally resting his forehead against yours; “Wait there a moment Darlin, i’ll get you cleaned up”
-
You’d dressed in front of your Captain, watching how he admired your choices from where he sat at the long table;
“Wasn’t expecting you to go for breeches…” he commented as you fastened the half length velvet garment, your stockings beneath the knee length trousers. A loose shirt with a wide leather belt fastening it at your waist was the only other garment you put on, standing in front of him and doing a little twirl; “Very nice… and practical”
“I spent ten years of my childhood aboard spice ships, running up ladders and rigging in skirts was a recipe for disaster.”
You crossed the room and sat across his lap;
“So, how is this going to work? You gonna drop me at the next port, leave me to my own devices? Wait until we’re in shark infested waters and throw me overboard?”
“What? Now why would i do that to a pretty little thing like you?”
“Well I know you didn’t end up with the outcome you were hoping for, and now you’re stuck with a ransomee that isn’t due any ransom”
He let out a sigh;
“I wouldn’t do that… it ain’t your fault your husband had the balls of a eunuch. No, i’m sure we can find a use for you, even if it’s just warming my bed… did you have an education?”
“Of sorts. Whenever we docked in Grace Bay i’d see a governess. I can speak spanish, french, and italian” you nodded to the maps spread over the table; “... and i can chart courses and know the currents of the Indies better than anyone that ever sailed on the spice route” 
You gently stroked his beard;
“So Captain, what do you want me to do?”
“All of the above and more…” he stroked your cheek; “I won’t always be able to please you in bed, and from the signs of it you’ve got quite a carnal appetite...So, firstly you can call me Sy when its just us or the officers. When we’re on deck it’s Captain like everyone else. Secondly, if you want it, my officers could do with a bedmate, if you don’t mind sharing?”
Your eyebrows shot up so far you were surprised they didn’t meet your hair;
“Share me with your officers? Who…”
“There’s the Constable - who you’ll know from town - Walter Marshall, and the Armoury Officer - August Walker, and you’ve met Michael, he’s first mate”
“O-Okay”
“You’re alright with that?”
Stroking his beard you leant forwards and kissed him;
“Yes, yes I am. I’ve always wanted a little more adventure in my life, and now here it is”
“Well, you can be the one to decide when you want to go to the others, i’ll leave that move to you… i wont say anything yet”
“Thank you Sy, let's tell them Friday night. You can tell them.”
“Anything for my little Rose” he pressed his face to your neck and inhaled; “Still smell as sweet as that rose garden…”
“You can call me Rose if you like?”
“A new name for a new start?”
“Something like that” you grinned at him.
-
You’d spent four nights in the arms of Sy, some nights just falling asleep in each others arms, other’s you would fuck until dawn. That particular morning you’d taken him in your mouth and he’d taught you how to suck a man, working your tongue and lips over his hot flesh until he’d flooded your mouth with his thick salty seed. He’d held your jaw as he finished;
“Now be a good girl and swallow it”
You gulped down the mouthful before smiling;
“Tasty”
With a laugh he kissed you, before giving your naked ass a cheeky spank as he rolled out of bed;
“You gonna join me on deck?”
You stretched and sighed;
“I’m gonna try and find that earring i dropped when you had me bent over the table last night…”
-
Sy entered his cabin just as the ship’s cook was leaving, nodding to the meal he’d set out;
“Creole Stew tonight Cap’n, bread and ale like always”
“Thanks. Have you seen Rose?”
“No Sir”
Nodding Sy entered his cabin with a weary sigh, it had been a long day and all he really wanted to do was crawl into bed to sleep, grateful it was Friday which meant August took early watch on deck the next day, but he had dinner with the other officers and he hadn’t seen you for the last few hours, last he knew you were still on the hunt for your lost earring. Leaving the door ajar he sat at the table and started to eat, moments later Walter and August joining him.
“Where’s the others?” Walter asked as he sat, helping himself to a large chunk of bread
“Mikey is in the crows nest, he’ll be down shortly” August confirmed; “Haven’t seen Rose for a while though”
“Rose?”
“Sy’s bit of fluff. Decided as its a new start onboard she may as well choose a new name. Apparently its because Sy say’s she smells of Roses”
Walter snorted out a low laugh;
“She’s gonna be smelling of Sy sooner or later”
Sy listened to his two oldest friends banter back and forth, unaware of the surprise he was about to get. Hearing quick footfalls coming along the corridor he looked up to see Mikey at the doorway just as two soft hands pressed to his thighs from beneath the table. He nodded to Mikey to take a seat, before leaning back and peering down to his lap, hiding his surprise when he saw you on your knees beneath the table, hidden from the view of the rest of the party by the many overhanging maps and the low candle light.
Grabbing a chunk of bread he stayed leaning back but parted his thighs wide, wide enough to allow you to unfasten him and pump his hardening length and slip him into your mouth.
“Dig in boys, its gonna be a spicy meal tonight!”
As you worked quickly with your new found skills, sucking on the bulbous head as you fondled his heavy ballsack with your free hand, working quickly and silently as the men above you talked amongst themselves. You could feel Sy’s leg start to tremble, his hand sliding beneath the table to hold your head in place, and as you relaxed your jaw you felt his hot seed flood your mouth.
“WOO!” he exclaimed above you; “This stew is HOT!”
He took a deep breath and slapped his hand on the table with a laugh, before you tucked him carefully back into his breeches and you continued with your plan.
“Sy, we need to consider restocking the armoury” August started; “Scuttling the boats used up a lot of ammunitionnnnnnnnn”
Sy looked up and smirked, August looking at him wide eyed but recovering quickly, clearing his throat;
“Anyway as i was saying… umm... wow, the stew… the spice really hits after a while doesn’t it…”
August scrunched his face and rested his hand on his fist, before grabbing his tankard of ale and taking a large gulp, some of it spilling from the sides of his mouth as he spluttered on the liquid that did only a little to hide the groan. Sy shovelled another mouthful of stew into his mouth to hide his grin as August sat back in his chair, a half glare on his face. 
Walter frowned at both of the older men;
“I have no idea what you two are on about, this stew is fine”
August wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow, before finally sitting straight and digging back into his meal;
“Walt, just wait, it takes a while to hit you but when it does… ooooh boy it takes your breath away”
The big bear of a man frowned and shovelled another mouthful in, before his eyes went wide. Swallowing awkwardly he nodded, shifting in his seat;
“Oh… oh yeah… its hitting… wow, its a good burn, ya know…” taking a leaf out of August’s book he grabbed his tankard, taking a gulp as he fidgeted in his seat, both Sy and August doing poor jobs of hiding their smirks, whereas Mikey was sat at the far end of the table without the slightest clue as to what was going on;
“Seriously? You guys must be getting old, this stew ain’t spicy”
Sy raised his tankard to his son and grinned;
“Just wait, it’ll hit ya… anyway, i got an announcement to make”
The three other men looked at Sy, Walter’s gaze faltering now and again as his focal point seemed to change, but he shifted in his seat and leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, his hand sliding beneath the table as he muttered about ‘cramp’, when in fact his large hand was holding your head in place as he pushed deeper into your throat. Sy cleared his throat and continued;
“We all know the events at the island did not go to plan. We’re down on funds and supplies, and we’ve increased the crew numbers with those that helped with the land mutiny… we’ve also of course got Rose to consider, she never asked for any of this, but we have come up with a solution of sorts”
“I think i might know what that solution could be” Walter panted out, his face contorting into something that resembled a grimace as he muttered about spiciness and cramps again before with a sigh a smile spread across his face; “Ooooh that’s it… the cramps are going…”
“Anyway” Sy interjected with a wry smile; “Rose can speak numerous languages, can read and chart maps, she’s probably the best educated of everyone on the ship”
Just then Mikey squeaked and jumped in his chair, a thud sounding beneath the table;
“S-s-sorry... my knee hit the table”
Sy nodded with a smile;
“No problem Son, carry on. So Rose will also be here for other duties, but only for the officers at this table tonight” he paused; “And i think you all now know what those duties will be”
August nodded as he eagerly mopped up the last remaining morsels of his stew with a chunk of bread;
“That sounds a fucking brilliant idea Sy. She has the greatest tits...” at that moment Mikey let out a groan and his head thudded against the high back of his chair; “... and i think we all now know she’s got a fucking brilliant mouth on her”
There was little point in denying what had just happened, the very fact it was still going on and Mikey had so little control of his reactions as you were sucking his meaty dick, having just done the same to the other three men in the room from the darkness under the table. In fact the three older men started to chat away candidly as you lavished Mikey’s beautiful cock with your tongue, before taking him in hand to move your mouth down to his tight ballsack to suck on the warm globes. His athletic thighs had parted enough for you to get much closer than you had done with the other three men - all of whom had thighs that could crush a coconut - and it meant that the top of your head could now be seen in his lap by the other men.
“Grab her hair Mikey” August shouted from behind his refilled tankard; “Get deep down in her throat, its fucking amazing, feels like she’ll suck your soul out of your dick”
You felt Mikey's hands curl into your hair, holding your head in place as he started to rock his hips up, filling your mouth and throat. Gripping hard to his thighs you could feel him start to tremble, preparing yourself for the flood of seed and as he came with a cry, looking down at you as you stared back with wide innocent eyes that completely ruined him. 
Finally he released his grip on you, and as you looked down you smiled at what came into view. Seconds later you were climbing out from beneath the table, turning to smile at the rest of the men as you fastened the earring to your lobe;
“Look Sy, i found my earring!”
Walking around the table you took the tankard of ale that August held out for you with a smile, before sitting across Sy’s lap;
“I think they like the idea”
Sy looked at the men around the table, his trusted friends and family and smiled;
“I think they do, my sweet Rose”
He clinked his tankard to yours and you both drank, the joyous laughter filling the room as the night continued.
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pagingdoctorbedlam · 3 years
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My final potion for @quirkyseastone ‘s “Brew a Love Potion” event is complete! Hope you’re ready for the fluffiest darn thing I’ve written for this fandom (and possibly ever).
Characters: Franky x Reader
Genre: Sci-Fi AU, Fluff
TW/CW: Mentions of loss/death
Inspiration: Kudos to “A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet” by Becky Chambers for inspiring this fic~
Word Count: 2.7k words
"Alright, we've successfully docked. Good job, crew." You sit up from the captain's chair and gaze out at the starport outside your window. It's been some time since you'd landed on one of the Sabaody Moons, but you've always found the view breathtaking. The moons are more tree than earth, and bubbles slowly float from the roots up toward the stars. While some of the moons are still hives of scum and villainy, others seem almost paradisiacal as beings from far-flung galaxies intermingled in the Sabaody ports.
Before you can get too far from the bridge, the intercom of the Thousand Sunny buzzes to life. It's Franky, the A.I. that runs your ship. "Hey Captain, can I nab a word with ya' before you go on shore leave?"
"Sure thing. Need me here, or down in the core room?"
"Core Room, if ya' don't mind. I've got a super new design to run by you." Though Franky works admirably as a ship A.I., he'd originally been coded to design ships, including the one he now ran, the 1000 Suns (colloquially the Thousand Sunny to you and your crew). Even though his focus is now centered on ship diagnostics and flight procedures, the A.I. still delights in crafting new machine schematics, and you have a rule that he needs your approval before he modifies the ship.
You wave off the rest of the bridge crew, and they're all too eager to touch solid ground again after months in space. You are too, but if Franky's waited this long to check on you, it's likely something for your ears only while the rest of the crew is offboard. You stride through the winding metal hallways that make up the ship's guts, flashing your clearance badge here and there until you are down in the deep bowels of the ship, close enough to the engines that you can hear the machinery thrumming as the ship went through cooldown procedures. It's familiar. You come down here more often than others would expect, enough that you've got a futon and blanket stashed nearby for nights you don't spend in your own cabin.
"Franky? Said you wanted to see me?" You call out as you entered the Core Room. The entire room is covered in segments of a giant computer, with retractable screens and limbs for interacting with others; all of this is Franky. In a way, you're standing in his brain, which is something you try not to think about too much. What catches your attention is that all the screens are down, a rarity when Franky has company.
"Sure do!" His voice echoes, but not from the speakers. "Got a surprise for you. Close your eyes a sec, alright Captain?"
"Franky..." You're sure no other ship A.I.s play games with their commanding officers, but then again, you've yet to meet an A.I. with half the personality Franky has. You close your eyes and cover them with your hands. "Alright, ready when you are."
You expect to hear wheels, a cart with some sort of prototype wheeling into the room. Instead there are footsteps, heavy and so in-sync that it borders on unnatural. Then a hand on your shoulder, warm and soft. Too curious to resist temptation, you open your eyes and peek through your fingers.
"Franky, is this...?"
"An android body? It sure is!" He spins you around and takes a step back so you can take in his full visage. He looks human for the most part, even if the muscles in his forearms are overemphasized and patches of metal poke out from his skin. Still, he has skin, the medical-grade sort often used for replacing lost flesh in humans, and hair that's sculpted into a bright blue pompadour. He must have borrowed clothes from someone in medical too, though he's only wearing a floral patterned shirt, sunglasses, and a speedo. You suppose he was too excited for the big reveal to finish getting dressed.
"You made this, Franky?"
"Yeah, alongside Dr. Chopper and the rest of the medical team, plus Usopp over in Engineering. Surprised none of 'em spilled the beans." He flexes to show off the musculature of his arms. "We'd talked about what happened to your last ship, and figured we should make me a back-up body in case I ever needed to leave the ship with you all. Not that I plan for anything to happen to the Sunny..."
"But better safe than sorry." You still miss Merry, your sweet A.I. lost with your previous ship. She and Franky would've gotten along well, you think. "It's a good plan, I approve."
"Excellent! Now I just need to take it for a spin, test it outside the ship. Seeing as we've docked for the time being..."
Ah. Now you see what he's getting it. Pretty sly, for an A.I. "As your Captain, I'll accompany you on your first excursion out on the spaceport, to make sure everything's in working order." You offer an arm. He raises an eyebrow. "Loop it with mine. Like this...there we go. Now let's get going, shall we?"
 Even among the strangest aliens, Franky stands out in his own way at the space docks. This is only partially due to his lack of pants: he claims this is because he designed his legs to vent most of the heat his body builds up, and you wouldn't want him to overheat and faint on his first outing, would you? No, he stands out because even though he's clearly an android, there's an excitement to him that would rival even the most starry-eyed space explorers.
"Would ya' take a look at this, Captain?" You'd expect to find Franky gawking at any number of the docked spaceships, and indeed he's gushed about many of them already. Instead, he directs your attention to one of the tree roots. A trail of iridescent beetles scurry up the bark, and overhead, a couple smaller Southbirds (rare here, likely escaped cargo from the planet Skypiea) call to each other as they watch the busy port below.
"Thought you'd studied all these, Franky." After all, he's a powerful computer who can research multiple ideas at once, and innately curious as any inventor tends to be. And he's asked you and the crew many, many questions about the world beyond his metal hull.
"Yeah, but no matter how advanced the notes and visuals might be, it doesn't compare with the real thing. I mean, look at 'em!" He points at one particular beetle as its shell reflects the lights of the spaceport back with an opalescent sheen. "Even if you could theoretically simulate all this on a computer, most wouldn't think to do so on their own. Out here, stuff just...happens."
You have never seen an A.I. quite so excited about life outside, but then again, you've never met an A.I. quite like Franky. "Yeah, I guess that is pretty exciting when you put it that way. Part of the wonders of space travel; you never quite know what's going to happen out here."
Then a realization hits your brain with the full-bodied force of a supernova. "Franky, you've spent so much time traveling through the stars, but have you ever actually seen them the way we do?"
Franky looks up at the sky overhead. "Hard to see 'em from up here, even if I zoom out my eyes to max. Watch this!" His eyes...actually telescope out of his head. That's a bit disturbing with how human he looks. "Figure that's due to light pollution, though. Pretty bright out here."
"Sure is." You offer your arm to him again. "Come with me; I'll show you how folks groundside go out to look at the stars."
 Years ago, you'd come out of the harshest space battle of your life. Your crew narrowly avoided becoming space dust, and after giving her all to save you, you lost Merry. The ship that had been with you since the beginning, the A.I. with the biggest heart you'd ever met. As her files corrupted and her hull fell apart, you'd honored her final wish and set her ablaze once you reached planetside, cremating her as one would a human. You still carry a vial of her ashes on a necklace, so you never forget what you've lost to get this far.
You'd wandered through the streets of the moon of Water 7 in a daze. Hadn't even paid attention where you went as the rest of the crew licked their wounds. Before you knew it, a robotic voice called out to you from the depths of a starship demolition yard.
"What's got you down, Captain? Can't be you're sad to be out among the stars!"
You'd blinked, not recognizing the source of the voice. But you called back, "I just lost someone important to my crew. My ship." You didn't care if most folks didn't see A.I.s as people. Merry had been more than a crewmate to you. She'd been a friend.
Even though the voice emanating from the demo-yard was auto-tuned monotone, it took on a warmer tone somehow. "I'm sorry to hear that. But you say you're looking for a ship? I might be able to help with that." A crackle of static. "And if you'd like, you can tell me about your lost pal. I can't bring 'em back for you...but I've heard that talking about these kinda' things helps."
"You don't even know who I am."
"No one does when they first meet, do they? Speaking of which, call me Franky."
Somehow, pouring your heart out to a stranger was easier than talking to your crewmates. You'd wandered into the heart of the scrapheaps and talked to the mysterious Franky, his voice surrounding you from so many static-filled speakers. You'd watched as overhead, he controlled cranes to start putting pieces of a mighty vessel together. He'd asked about your specifications, what you'd loved about Merry both as a ship and a friend. You'd cried. He did too. And when you'd asked how much the ship would cost, he said the only charge would be that he could come along.
You agreed willingly, overjoyed to have such a skilled shipwright onboard. It was only when you talked to the demo-yard owner that you learned that the person you'd poured your heart out to was an A.I.
That didn't stop you from doing so again once the Thousand Sunny was complete, and Franky took to his new home in his core room. You'd wander down into the depths of the Thousand Sunny whenever you needed a second opinion on the ship or a mission, and soon after that just to talk. You'd spent hours surrounded by the computer that served as Franky's brain for so long, talking and laughing just as you used to with Merry. Except, it was more than that with him. He wasn't just a friend, you'd realized over time. But you'd shoved those thoughts away. It was ludicrous, falling in love with an A.I. whose brain you could walk through, whose body was a starship you controlled with the push of a few buttons.
But now he has a body. You can squeeze his giant hand, and he squeezes back so softly as he gets used to his own strength. He smiles the way you always imagined he would, grinning with pearly white teeth and eyes that (literally) glow with joy.
He follows you with infinite curiosity as you weave through the Sabaody streets and gather supplies for your excursion. You ask about his body's capabilities and discover his fuel source is...astonishingly close to soda, so you pick up a few colas along with some food for you. Franky gets to carry a blanket hand-woven by the locals, and you catch him marveling at the texture when he thinks you aren't looking. Finally, you rent a small paddleboat to traverse the moon with, and a map that lays out the canals and waterways of this particular moon.
"You know, it'd be a lot faster if I rowed," Franky says, mouth quirked into a lopsided grin as your comparatively tiny arms pull the oars back and forth. It's amazingly, how perfectly imperfect he looks, more human than any other android you've seen even with all the metal bits.
"There's an old human adage about the journey being more important than the destination, Franky. Take in the experience."
You watch as his attention zeroes in along the waterways, eyes zooming in on every detail until they're pulled away to something new. You expect him to be interested in the flora and fauna, as opalescent leaves bigger than your boat stretch over the water to shade you from the encroaching moonlight and soft purple creatures vaguely reminiscent of otters circle your boat before chasing each other down the river. But the entire world is new to him, and you find him fascinated by even the dirt or the buzzing insects swarming your head.
"Aww, look. I think it likes me!" Franky lifts one giant finger, where a mosquito (why did those have to be a universal constant?) tries and fails at piercing his skin.
"It probably thinks you're human and is trying to suck your blood," you point out, as the bugs try to use you as a personal juicebox. This only gets Franky to smile. Must feel validating, having even nature recognize him for what he is in his heart.
It takes a bit more rowing, but you finally arrive at your destination. A small island, mostly shore, with a small field and a lone tree with leaves that glow silver in the moonlight. You dock the boat on the shore, then set up the blanket and food for a small picnic. You motion for Franky to sit with you, and can't help but laugh a little at the faces he makes when touching sand for the first time. Then you lay back on the blanket. Franky joins you, and his eyes go wide.
A ribbon of starlight glimmers overhead. Hundreds of constellations twinkle overhead. You'd ask if he knows any, but you keep quiet so you don't break his wonder-filled gaze.
His giant hand encases yours. "Space seems even bigger from here than it does when you're in the middle of it. I mean, look at all those stars! I read that you could see 'em from so far away, but seeing it in person..."
"This is what inspired me to go into space," you say. Your finger drifts up to the brightest star in the sky. "I'd look at that one and say, I'm going to go there someday! Didn't care how far away it was, or even what might be around it. Just wanted to head to the brightest star I could."
Franky narrows his gaze up at that star. "That's over eight light years away. Might take a bit, even with a warp drive like mine. But if that's where you wanna' go? I'll take you anywhere, Captain. Long as we're together, I'll explore every corner of the universe with you."
For a moment, both of you are quiet. The air fills with the gentle rhythm of the flowing water, the buzz of insects, bushes rustling as creatures move in the night. In the distance, the hum of a starship engine taking off from the port; you soon see its lights trail across the sky as it ascends back into that void above, the space that's so comforting because it holds planets and stars and spaceships and you and Franky all together in its embrace.
"I think this is the part where one of us says 'I love you'," Franky says softly.
You smile and squeeze his hand back. "You're such a romantic. But yeah, you're right. And I do. I love you."
"Love you too, Captain. And thanks. For, y'know, helping me be human."
"Franky, you've got more heart than most anyone I know. You're plenty human already. I'm just here to steer you steady. And I always will."
You pass the rest of the night watching the stars overhead. And for the captain and A.I. of a starship, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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cristobalrios · 3 years
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All of them. All of the joy. Spread it. Fuck you. <3
Spread the Love! Meme | Accepting!
This is an aggressive request to spread joy, but. I will take it.
Also, here's the jerk :p person who requested all of them I mentioned earlier.
1. What's a roleplay blog whose characterization you admire?
So we only have one thread but @therapardalis Thera is fun and honestly what Cris needs at this point in his storyline. He's in an extremely reclusive part of his life and Thera has quite honestly an excellent balance of light conversation ("light" as in small/not delving into details, not content-wise)/asking (and answering) questions and not pushing for details even though he's clearly got some Stuff going on. It's good for him to meet someone like Thera and know he's not the only person going through this kind of thing, and would be more so if/when he learns a bit more about her story and obviously their stories are not identical but they're similar enough in certain ways that it'll be good for him and make him feel less alone.
2. What's a roleplay blog whose writing style you admire?
@agnespjurati (@talvenhenki) Orion, both for Agnes when they RP her and the fics they've written. Also, I know this is stepping out of the RP sphere but shout out to @procrastinatorproject because I adore Lili's fics<3
3. What's a roleplay blog who always has the best plot ideas?
I'm saying Dean @assasenach again because we have the most threads and we talk ooc about ideas/headcanons all the time every day, so.
4. What's a roleplay blog whose artwork/edits/icons you admire?
@musikcr Nix! We just started following each other but her blog is so pretty, honestly. Like I said when I reblogged your promo, your edits are gorgeous.
@heartfledged Sarah's blog is ridiculously gorgeous and also her art is beautiful, whenever she'd post her stuff in the Discord I would have heart eyes. So pretty.
@assasenach Dean has great taste in aesthetic and it's simple compared to the other two mentioned but clean, efficient and pleasing, and I always like the edits he makes.
5. What's the roleplay blog you've been writing with the longest here?
Yeah obviously obviously that's Logan @manenimittliv, February was our, what? 7th anniversary of the first interaction between our first ship Erik/Anna with my Phantom blog @princeofconjurers and their OC (we'd interacted a little bit before that with their Raoul but that was like, a week or something before that, and then at sometime even before that very briefly with their version of Christine's father Gustave Daae but I didn't realize that until sometime later that that was also their blog). We've jumped multiple fandoms together and we pretty much autoship. They're my bff and the only originally online friend I've ever gotten to meet irl (three times) and I love them to death<3
6. What's a roleplay blog who's an absolute joy to talk to ooc?
The people I talk to ooc the most are @manenimittliv Logan and @assasenach Dean my current bffs so obviously I adore talking to them ooc (although I wouldn't say Dean is "joyful" talking to him does make me happy, so before you say anything, shush). I've primarily been talking with @iamselfmade PJ out of character but we're RPing now too but yeah, he's great and I love doing streams with him. I said Serena @empathicstars already for the "friendly mun" thing which honestly this question is rather similar to so maybe I should save some people for that question below, slkdjf
7. What's a roleplay blog you love whose character you didn't know until you started writing with them?
Well, besides OCs, I'm not currently RPing with any canon characters I did not previously know the character before I RPed with them, but I'll say Vasher back when Sarah @heartfledged RPed him on @cosmoshearted (which I would still love to continue/redo if/when you ever revive him as you've said you might do in the past, as well as the stuff with Resool, and I'm always up for stuff with Av<3). I did not know anything about that fandom but it turns out my brother-in-law loves it and he got my mom to start reading those books and I'm just like oh! I've heard of that! That's where Vasher is from (I realized it because my mom mentioned Kelsier who I also heard of from Sarah too) and I will get around to reading it at some point, I promise.
Also, PJ made a blog of a character I don't know and followed me on it and we talked about him and Elnor doing something so I'm gonna put @fifty-one-doc here too
Shout out to the OCs who of course I didn't know until I started writing with them but who I love, Anna @manenimittliv, Lorian/Paris previously Sylar @assasenach, Ellie @mclti, Manny @perfection-reached, Thera @therapardalis, Cheryl @ckingsbury1967, Av @heartfledged, any and all of my friends' OCs! Those are just the ones I'm RPing with rn. Give me all the OCs, I love them.
8. What's a roleplay blog with a friendly mun?
Dany hasn't really been RPing anymore but @empathyvslogic still counts. @heartfledged Sarah is great too. Jeanette @ltbroccoli, Logan @manenimittliv (yes I'm mentioning you again), Jamie @livedtough / @quantumstarpaths, Courtney @starsdestined, Eros @tongowheel, Hope @astraldestiny, Fool @strings-have-been-cut, Gin @alyafae, so many people I'm sure I'm missing some (as well as the ones mentioned above). Honestly everyone is friendly and I love all my mutuals<3
9. What's a roleplay blog whose dedication you admire?
So I've answered this question several times now but I know I did not include @mclti when I talked about multis and though I only roleplay with Ellie, Spyro deserves a mention for that "multis are so dedicated" thing I talked about here. I'm sure I'm missing things again too, but yeah. <3
Also, again I have to do a shout out to Lili even though it's still not RP because @mappinglasirena is a beautiful project and although it's technically more for fics, since that's what Lili writes, I as a Cris and Holo Squad RPer use it too, for RP purposes, so I say it counts as an RP resource blog like I did with the directory. And Lili is dedicated to this and I am here for it. I love our conversations about the tiny little details dearly.
10. What's a roleplay blog that always keeps you pleasantly surprised?
As other people have mentioned, this is kind of a weird question but I'm gonna go with Dean @assasenach. I'm not surprised by anything Dean does anymore, so "keeps" me pleasantly surprised isn't exactly right (although it is for certain things like whenever he compliments me I'm like ????) but this is here because the ship caught me by surprise. Like, OC/Canon (with me playing the canon) is my sweet spot when it comes to ships I fixate on, but I did not know they'd be shipped together until Dean posted a short fic about Cris and Raffi talking about then Sylar but now Lorian, Raffi asking Cris why he accepted his reassignment and Cris asking her what "t'hy'la" means and I was like Oh. Oh I like this, they're really cute (Note: I was already really liking their thread before Dean posted that fic, they had a great dynamic and chemistry and I was here for it) and now we're here.
11. What's a roleplay blog you admire from afar?
Good question. Umm, I'm going to say Jamie @livedtough / @quantumstarpaths because we've talked plenty ooc and we're in several Discords together, I love Jamie, but we haven't actually RPed together and I would love to change that at any time (we have talked about some things in the past throwing ideas around just never got to writing them).
Kame @cadetxtilly / @maldonadonco again we're in a Discord together and ze's really sweet but we haven't RPed, so
And just. Anyone in the Discords I'm active in that I have yet to RP with/have only RPed with a little bit. I love all of you.
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infernalrevenge · 3 years
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I’ll Cover You, My Love
Fandom: Choices - Foreign Affairs
Pairing: Ayna Seth x M!MC (Magnus Quezon)
Rating: T (for some self-deprecating stuff)
Summary: Ayna feels guilty about Magnus taking the brunt of the scandal, but he is having none of her negative talk.
Notes: Ayna betrayal plotline? Who's that? Never heard of her. That never happened. I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, here's a comfort fic for my favorite TA, because I will not take any Ayna slander, not even from Ayna herself. I would just like to say that before I locked in my scandal partner, I had such a hard time picking between Ayna and Blaine, but I went with the latter for maximum drama. Doesn’t mean I still can’t ship my current MC with Ayna though, because I can do what I want. I hope y’all enjoy!
Also hi, I know you asked to be tagged in this :P @robintora
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Ayna leaned against her hand propped up on her desk, the words on the paper she was reading starting to blur as she tried her best to stay awake. Ever since she saw the front page cover of the stupid tabloid and Magnus had been the talk of the proverbial town, she hadn’t been able to get a good night's rest as she was wracked with anger and guilt.
Anger at the people who have passed judgement on him so quickly, who decided they knew exactly what kind of person he was based on one stupid picture and the speculations not just on the company he kept, but also on his character...
...and guilt for not being there to take the fall with him. A part of her kept wondering what might have happened if she didn’t get the chance to cover her face the way she did that night. Another part wondered what would have happened if she had just come forward earlier, but Magnus quickly shot the idea down. He explained to her that it was for the best, that he wanted to protect her from the scrutiny.
"You don't have an entire PR team that can spin the story around or make sure it gets buried. This won't just ruin your image -- if you lose your job because of this, it could ruin your life. Please don't say anything to anyone. Let me do this for you, I can handle it," he told her the last time they talked in person. She knew he was just trying to reassure her, but even she can see through the sadness and stress in his eyes, despite the smile he gave then.
At the moment, she simply was not in the best state of mind, and adding to the pile the other things she had going on in her life... she was damn near close to bursting. She was just about to take another sip of coffee, desperate to stay awake, when she heard a knock on her office door. "Come in."
In popped up a familiar head of fiery red hair, his eyes seeming to dart around cautiously before realizing she was alone. A bright smile shone on his face as he came in, waving off to someone from behind the door.
"Magnus, what are you doing here?" Ayna yelped in surprise, standing up.
"I came to see you," he said like it was the most obvious thing, slowly closing the door behind him to make minimal sound.
"What, w-what if someone saw you? Someone might've tailed you o-or people might get suspicious--"
"Hey, don't worry," Magnus stepped toward her, laying his hand on top of hers. "If anyone saw me, they might just think I needed to talk to you about something -- you're also my academic advisor, after all. Plus, Tatum checked and not many other people are out there. I told him to take a short walk so people won't suspect that I’m here for too long."
"Yeah, but we need to be more careful still, I don't want you to--"
"Ayna, I promise I've got it covered, okay?" He squeezed her hand in his, and laid the other one on top. "Just trust me."
She looked up at him, sighing wearily as she let her shoulders relax and sat back down. The young man offered a smile of reassurance, taking a seat from across her desk and carrying it over to the other side to sit next to her. “So, how’ve you been?”
“Honestly? Not great,” she replied, leaning back as she glanced at her laptop screen, multiple windows and tabs opened. “This manuscript isn’t exactly easy to write,” she added with a chuckle. Working on it had been her way of distracting herself from other problems recently, but it wasn’t entirely successful. Her mind had still been brewing with “what-ifs” -- it was much easier to be told not to worry than to actually do it. But she didn’t want to dwell on herself for too long.
“What about you, though? I know the last few weeks have been...” she trailed off, looking down as she was unsure.
“It hasn’t been all bad. I did get Joaquin, after all.” Ah yes, that lynx he got at the pet store during that live interview. Ayna had tuned into it then, and she remembered her fists clenching when the host brought up the scandal unprompted. She almost wished she could have told off that nosy woman to keep out of his personal life, but the way he was able to take back control of it was quite an admirable sight.
“You wanna see pictures?” He excitedly brought out his phone, leaning closer to show her the whole album he had dedicated to the small feline.
“You’ve had him for all of two weeks and you’ve already taken, what, a hundred pictures?” She couldn’t help the amused laugh that escaped her, listening to him coo at nearly every photo he swept through -- some of Joaquin jumping around, some playing with toys, and even some with Dionne in the frame. She had to admit, the combination of the adorable pictures and the equally adorable sight of him describing each one did help lift her spirits a little.
“I can’t help being a proud papa now,” he said, stopping on the picture of the one he took of Joaquin’s first day in the suite. “He’s been helpful in... distracting me, I guess. He somehow just knows what I’m feeling, coming in to comfort me at the right time. The break from reality is always welcome.”
Magnus looked at the woman, noting how her eyebrows furrowed and the frown she wore as he talked about his experience. “Sounds like you might need a break too.”
“This dissertation isn’t gonna finish itself.”
“You know that’s not what I mean, Ayna.”
Guess he managed to learn a thing or two from the lynx then.
“I know you said not to worry about it, that you’d handle it, but...” she sighed, shrinking into herself as she avoided his gaze. “I can’t help it when it’s about you. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, having thousands of eyes watching you, like they’re waiting for you to slip up.”
The Rutherlandian reached around and wrapped an arm on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “It’s not really anything I haven’t dealt with before. In a way, I’ve kinda gotten used to it.”
“But a scandal of this proportion? That... that has to be different,” she replied, trying to allow herself to lean into him, but not feeling like she deserved his comfort. “It’s not just people waiting for you to mess up now, because they already think you have and they want to watch the whole downward spiral.”
Magnus knew she had been feeling guilty over not getting to step forward and take part of the “blame” (if one could even call it that), but he had no idea how much this was eating at her.
“I can’t help but feel awful that you’ve become the target of such harassment. It wasn’t even your fault! And your mother shouldn’t blame you for everything either, you’re just living your life!”
“Ayna--”
“And here I am. I’m not the one being swarmed by paparazzi and having personal details of my life picked at, but I’m the one who’s stressed and anxious about it. God, how fucking selfish is it of me, feeling sorry for myself when you’re the one dealing with it all. It’s stupid of me to just--”
Ayna felt her face turned up, a gentle yet firm hand cupping her cheek as she met another pair of brown eyes. Anything else she might have wanted to say died off as they looked at each other, but she felt grounded by the way his thumb caressed her cheek.
“You don’t have to feel bad for worrying about me. I love that you care,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “But it’s not your fault either. What happened already happened, we can’t change that.”
I still wish I could.
The teacher’s assistant let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch as she brought her hand up to cover his. “I... don’t deserve you, Magnus.”
“No, no, don’t say that. You are kind and beautiful, and you just have-- you have such pure intentions. I know you want to weather the storm with me on this, but I’m doing this for both our sakes. I want you to come out of this safe. Even if they did somehow know it was you, I’d still be keeping you out of it. You shouldn’t have to go through what I do.”
She shook her head, her eyes starting to look glassy as she took in his words. She wanted to believe what he was saying about her, but it was so hard. She didn’t know how he could see those things in her, especially now, vulnerable as she was. She could feel her throat start to choke up, but she spoke anyway. “I wish you didn’t have to... go through it alone. This... this isn’t worth it.” I’m not worth it.
“It is worth it, because you are absolutely worth going through this for.” He started to brush away the tears that rolled down her cheek, before digging into his pockets to find a handkerchief.
“And I’m not going through this alone. I still have you here with me,” he patted her face dry gently, wanting to let her absorb the meaning of his words. He wanted her to know that he meant every word -- that he was sincere in his feelings for her. “Even if you’re not out there with me, knowing that you have my back helps give me the strength to get through another day.”
His patient reassurance lightened the burden inside, if only a little. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to get her to believe it all, but he would make her see it someday, no matter how long it took.
“I care about you so much, Ayna. You mean more to me than you know.”
Even though it didn’t fully relieve her of the heaviness, those words struck her in a way that helped pull her out of her head. For the first time since the day started, she smiled. A genuine, loving smile through her tears, from knowing that the person she adored so deeply felt the same way about her. If earlier her heart ached with sadness and guilt, now it ached with affection and love for him.
“I care about you too, Magnus,” she said with a sniffle, clearing her throat as it came out rather soft and high-pitched. “I care about you so, so much. I just kinda wish... I could, like, smack away every paparazzo trying to get near you right now.”
Magnus laughed at her exclamation. Sure, he expected that kind of outburst from his friend Blaine, but from Ayna? It was both amusing and endearing.
“Well when we become public, maybe you could. Tatum might even help you with that,” he replied, giving her the handkerchief.
A simple word gave her pause, making her look up at him again, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “When?”
“Well yeah. I... I really like you, Ayna. And I’m not just saying that, I really do. I was kinda hoping that, one day, when things are more, uh, quiet, we could actually be... you know, like, together together.” If his arm wasn’t around her then, he would have been wringing his hands together out of nerves. Was it too soon to bring up that kind of talk? Too soon for them? What if he just jumped into this? He hadn’t even considered if she wanted a relationship yet. Wait wait, he should backtrack--
Ayna pushed forward to kiss him, hands cupping his face as she kept him close. It didn’t take long for Magnus to fall into it, returning it just as eagerly. He could practically feel her smiling against him, a light and fluttering sensation filling his stomach. After a few moments in bliss, they slowly pulled apart, a wide smile on both their faces.
“I would love to be together together with you,” she teased, earning an exasperated sigh from the First Son.
“I get the feeling you’re not gonna let me live that down, huh?”
She only laughed in response, pecking him quickly on the lips again. “Thank you for everything so far, Magnus. I hope I didn’t seem ungrateful for your protection.”
“Not at all, don’t give me that talk.” He rested his forehead onto hers, his gaze turning soft. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Her thumb gently caressed his cheek, smiling fondly at him. “Would you... let me meet Joaquin some time?”
Needless to say, he said yes.
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(The next time Magnus visited her, he came in with an odd lump tucked in the front of his hoodie.
“You know, when I asked to meet Joaquin, I didn’t mean you had to sneak him into my office.”
“...do you want me to go then?”
“No, show me the kitten.”)
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princessnijireiki · 3 years
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every time I remember devery jacobs auditioned for rey in star wars I hate that I can envision the ripple effect of disney + fandom racism it would have caused...
like realistically either oscar isaac or john boyega would not have been cast, though boyega might've gotten to retain his accent vs her adopting an english one. kelly marie tran certainly wouldn't have been cast. they might not have even created the tico sisters if there was no need to drive the white + black leads apart and into other characters' arms...
the whole reylo ship would never have exploded with obnoxious fans the way it did, because of racism, which is annoying because yeah I hate the ship, but it would've been scrapped to brutalize an indigenous rey— rise of skywalker & last jedi would never have been scripted the way they were with a woman of color at the helm— or worse tbh, it would be both more brutal AND still romanticized in-script or by fans (it's no coincidence when you see what other ships people who adored reylo support, and I've been blocked by enough people who got mad I publicly agreed w boyega specifically calling out twitter nerd racism to feel very comfortable talking shit about the distinct media consumption patterns they have in common lmao)... and if her casting meant we've gotten whitefinn, finnlo would be the ship we'd all be hating on in its place.
hell, finnrey might not have even been initially plotted in the first place (ik it was officially scrapped by disney/lf despite the seeds of it being established enough in the initial script it had to be stricken from the tfa novelization, but we might not have even gotten as far as having something TO scrap). or tbh maybe rey would've been sidelined for a whitefinn more... or maybe both would've been sidelined for extra kylo screentime.
it's honestly just all very shades of legend of korra vs avatar the last airbender—
like what are the choices you make with the indigenous female character when she's a love interest? would her brutalization at the hands of the story's "bad boy" be racialized & personalized in a nastier way than said villain's interactions with every other character, as with zutara? would all her accomplishments still be in service of somebody else, her mastery still come behind the person she in fact teaches, because she's not THE hero? does your follow up story leave her in a far more passive role than her male or non-indig counterparts, with far less screentime & influence even in her own family's lives than her romantic partner?
and then you flip it around to korra, and what kinds of torture are you willing to put the indigenous female character through that you weren't willing to do to your LAST main character/hero? what kind of torture will you say she deserves or needs to overcome to be "worthy" of a role someone who came before her didn't have to be physically broken into? what kind of nasty white gaze cultural genocide pro assimilationist subplots will she be turned into a mouthpiece of in-story? what kind of busted ass romances will she be made to test drive without being given an ON SCREEN unambiguous canonical happy ending?
and I'm sorry, but to take all that, which is frankly a HIGH bar compared to some lucasfilm properties, and put it in the hands of... what, people who have made multiple racist projects in a movie universe with multiple racist films already?
and I love the mandalorian tv show, don't get me wrong, but the franchise's best talents have come from star wars tv shows & the eu, and in mando we STILL got a scene of "a group of mandos led by an inexplicable white woman immediately tried to hate crime old ass boba fett because they heard his maori accent"?
admittedly that's one of my biggest mando-specific gripes (vs things I sort of generally hate about the star wars universe), but like, in 20+ years the universe has had ONE... ONE indigenous subplot going with django & boba fett + the clones (longer if you include to ot but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt since we didn't see boba's face until the prequels; I'm also graciously ignoring the tusken raiders narratives, but mostly that's bc it falls under the umbrella of my general sw hates since they are literally the kind of background texture racism you'd see in a john wayne flick and I don't have the energy or sustained interest to unpack all of star wars' racism, it is a neverending chain of clown handkerchiefs). but from the moment we were introduced to django and boba as unmasked people, the franchise hasn't avoided racial fuckups around them even with literal decades of practice to work out the narrative bugs.
like I wish it could've been good, but ultimately, you gotta be honest with yourself & recognize the people running the circus would've found a new way to fuck shit up even if they'd managed to avoid kathleen kennedy's "white english brunettes" hangup, because there's plenty more equally fucked up baggage where that came from, AND fandom is frequently & consistently of the fucking devil. even my own false optimism couldn't sell me that bridge in new york, y'all.
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the-lincyclopedia · 3 years
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Fic writer questions I never get asked
Thanks for the tag, @khashanakalashtar! This is an interesting list! 
What date did you make your AO3 profile? What date did you post your first fic?
I joined AO3 on February 5, 2018. Seriously. I was FFN-only for so long. I posted my first fics on AO3 the day I joined. My first fics ever to hit the internet, however, were published on July 13, 2011, which is when I got my FFN account.
Do you cross-post your work?
Yeah, still. When I first got my AO3 account, I posted a bunch of things that were already on my FFN account, and these days I put basically everything on both. I like that FFN gives a pretty accurate and nearly complete timeline of my fanworks, which is the main reason I’m still posting there. Nothing I’ve posted there in the past three years has gotten much engagement, and I know the site is dying. 
What’s your fic with the most comment threads? The most bookmarks? Are the top 5 of those categories basically the same, and basically the same as the top 5 kudos?
Top 5 by comment threads: 
Face the Future with You (Check Please)
Man Oh Man, You’re My Best Friend (Check Please)
It’s Always You (Check Please)
Love in the Time of Influenza (Carry On)
I Love You, All Right? (Check Please)
Top 5 by bookmarks: 
Love in the Time of Influenza (Carry On)
The Aftermath of Angelic Assumptions (Good Omens)
Man Oh Man, You’re My Best Friend (Check Please)
Nightmares (Carry On)
Christmas Planning (Carry On)
Top 5 by kudos: 
Love in the Time of Influenza (Carry On)
Face the Future with You (Check Please)
Nightmares (Carry On)
The Aftermath of Angelic Assumptions (Good Omens)
Christmas Planning (Carry On)
So basically the Check Please fandom comments more and the Carry On fandom is more into bookmarks and kudos, and there’s more of a correlation between kudos and bookmarks than between either of those and comments. 
What’s the word count of your longest fic or series?
“The Jumper Chronicles,” my longest fic on FFN, is 111,223 words. I abandoned it in 2015 and I really would not recommend it. On AO3, my longest fic is “who could ask to be unbroken (or be brave again)” at 14,772 words. It’s part of my longest series on AO3: “Samwell Men’s Harmonies” at 29,921 words. 
What’s your most underrated fic?
MOST underrated? I have 132 fics on AO3, so there are a lot of potential answers. I guess I’ll pick my work with literally the fewest kudos: it’s a charming little rhyming poem about Harry Potter called “The Willow May Whomp You.” It has two kudos, fewer than 70 hits, no bookmarks, and no comments. I was so proud of it when I finished it, and AO3 really did not care. 
Does your early work contain any writing sins?
I had heard that not breaking up your dialogue was bad (which it’s not? Who told me this? Why did I believe them? Ugh), and I thought that adding adverbs to dialogue tags constituted breaking up your dialogue. So I had lots of unnecessary beats and adverbs and internal monologue mixed up in what otherwise might have been passable dialogue scenes. (I don’t remember whether this came up a ton in my fics and I don’t feel like looking, but I remember it pretty clearly in the original stuff I was working on back then.)
Have you ever had a work podficced?
Yes! I requested it for Fandom Trumps Hate, though, so I don’t know if it counts, exactly. It’s not like someone read my work and approached me about podding it. Anyway, my Yuri on Ice fic “When and If” has a podfic version. 
Have you posted any podfics? Fanvids? Fanart?
I was going to say no, and then I remembered that back in, like, 2009, I tried to make a couple Romione fanvids, one to Taylor Swift’s “You Belong with Me” and one to “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I didn’t have a clue how to pull bits of video from a movie (still don’t, actually), so they were basically slideshows. I’ve long since taken them down from YouTube and the computer I made them on has long since died, so I can’t prove any of this to you, but . . . uh, yeah. That happened. 
Are there any trends in your favorite ships?
I feel like there have been, like, eras of my shipping. When I first started shipping (i.e. before I realized I’m queer), it was basically “girl I can project on” shipped with “literally whoever her canon love interest is, regardless of anything about him” (Romione, Percabeth). Then it was “asshole guy” shipped with “other guy who interfaces between the asshole guy and the rest of the world” (Johnlock, Otayuri to a lesser extent). I feel like it’s becoming “broken person whose coping mechanism is meanness” shipped with “broken person whose coping mechanism is sunshine” (Zimbits, maybe Snowbaz). This is pretty similar to the asshole x interface-with-world, but the relationship is a little more mutual and balanced, and the mean one has a better excuse for being mean. 
Do you have fandoms you’ve written a lot for? Fandoms you’ve only written a one-off for?
Fandoms I’ve written a lot for: Check Please, Carry On, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and Yuri on Ice. (I’m defining “a lot” as at least five fics, and please note that I’ve got a 30k Lizzie Bennet Diaries fic that’s only on FFN because I really don’t like the ending.)
Fandoms I’ve only written one-offs for: Discworld, Turtles All the Way Down, Maleficent, the Chronicles of Narnia, Paper Towns, Six of Crows, Hoot, the Odyssey, Song of the Lioness, and Downton Abbey. (There are multiple other fandoms with two fics each.)
What fandom got you into fandom?
Harry Potter. I’d been writing next gen fics for like two years when a school acquaintance shared an FFN link to a Marauders fic on Google Buzz and I was hooked. 
Do you have a strategy for summaries?
I try to describe the premise/first part of the plot, and I add notes that might be relevant (i.e., major trigger warnings or other things that might put people off). I don’t use quotes, either from the story or from anywhere else. 
Do you use beta readers? For what? Do you have a go-to beta?
Occasionally for plot/general “is this good?” type feedback, or if they’re mandatory for an event, I guess. (I’m doing my first bang, so that’s a new thing for me.) I don’t feel the need to use a beta for spelling, grammar, or punctuation since I’m a semi-professional copyeditor. These days I do read most things to my QPP over the phone before publishing them. That’s usually more of a cheer-reading situation than a beta situation, though. 
I tag @doggernaut @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @birlcholtz @cricketnationrise and anyone else who wants to play! 
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august-anon · 3 years
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Tickletober Day 13 - Wake up!
Fun fact: this is the very first fic I wrote when prepping for tickletober and that's why it's so plot-heavy lol. It's also one of my favorite fics I've written for tickletober, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Also, sorry for the bit of angst lol
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Ship(s): platonic Pines fam
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dipper, Lee!Mabel, Ler!Stan (also Ford is here briefly)
Word Count: 1691 words
Summary: Stan may have difficulty recalling anything now, but at least he knows the kids will be a constant.
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Stan sat at the kitchen table, staring down at Mabel’s scrapbook and flipping through pages. He hadn’t been able to stop since she’d given it to him a few days ago, after they all realized how much it had started helping his memory.
The thing was, Stan couldn’t remember much beyond this past summer, and even that was fractured at best. Ford told him stories, of course. Their mom, their dad, their brother. He’d told Stan about the Stan ‘O War, about how they’d always been there for each other, about shenanigans the two of them had gotten into. Stories from Ford’s perspective could only do so much, though. And Stan wasn’t as clueless as Ford thought he was, he could clearly see that Ford was holding a lot back.
Something had happened between the two of them. Possibly multiple somethings. And not good somethings, seeing as Ford wouldn’t crack.
It was disorienting and uncomfortable, to have so much of his life blank. He forgot names, faces, places. He had lapses, even with memories they thought he’d recovered permanently. Sometimes, on bad nights, Stan forgot who he was entirely again, and where he was, and why this strange man that looked like him was trying to tell him to calm down.
He didn’t know why he gave it all up. Stan’s family said, repeatedly, that what he did saved them, all of them. Even people he didn’t know or couldn’t remember. Stan wished that it brought him peace, knowing that, but it never did. He did know, though, that if it came down to it, he would probably make the same choice again in a heartbeat.
No one was hurting those kids, or his brother, ever again. Not if he could help it.
“Stanley?” Someone called from nearby. Stan got the notion that it wasn’t the first time they’d tried to get his attention.
He glanced up, seeing Ford in the doorway to the kitchen. He chuckled, slipping into a nonchalant persona that felt comfortably familiar, even if he hardly remembered it.
“Sorry, lost in thought, I guess,” he said, knocking a fist against his forehead. “Didja need something?”
Ford’s smile was tight around his eyes, like he knew exactly what Stan had been lost in thought about. “No, not at all.”
An awkward silence spread through the room again and an anxious feeling rose up in Stan’s chest. Was he supposed to be remembering something? Was this another routine he forgot, and now he was messing up the steps?
“Why don’t you go wake the kids?” Ford offered, cutting through the silence. “I can make us all breakfast. It’s starting to get late, anyway.”
Stan snorted. “Eight thirty is hardly late, Poindexter,” he said, but he was already rising from the table even as he said it, closing the scrapbook as he went.
Sure, the kids would probably be a bit grumpy. He would too, being woken up so early during a day off, especially in summer, but it gave Stan a task. Something to do that would (hopefully) be hard to mess up, memory or not. 
So Stan dragged himself up the stairs to the attic and quietly pushed open the door to the kids’ room. He sighed when he saw the two of them curled up together in Dipper’s bed. He wasn’t surprised that they were having nightmares. He couldn’t fall asleep either, most nights, but instead of a face or voice haunting him, he had no name to put to his tormentor. Stan didn’t know if that made it easier or harder.
He heard them shuffling around at night when he couldn’t sleep, whispers carrying down through the old wooden house. Never enough for the words to travel, though, just the tone: angry, scared, tired, resigned. These kids acted far too old for their age.
Stan was rather tempted to just leave them and let them sleep. They clearly weren’t sleeping any better than him or Ford, the dark bruises under their eyes only accentuated by the shadows from the window. Really, Stan doubted anyone had been sleeping well, ever since what the town had dubbed “Weirdmaggedon.”
Maybe the kids would benefit from some time outside their realms of nightmares. He could already see Mabel’s face scrunching up in fear.
But how did he wake them? How did one wake an almost-teenager? Shake them? Poke them until they got annoyed enough to open their eyes? Talk really loud until it drew them out of dreamland? None of that seemed like it would lead to very happy children.
Stan sighed again and quietly entered the room, moving to stand next to the bed. Mabel made a distressed sound in her sleep and Stan couldn’t help but let out a sympathetic hum, tucking some of her tangled hair behind her ear. Mabel scrunched up her shoulder weird and a smile briefly tugged at her lips.
Now there was an idea.
Stan may not have had much memory left, but he knew a ticklish kid when he saw them. It felt a little rude to just tickle them right awake, though. Stan figured that would be pretty startling, while coming out of a nightmare. Instead he gently grabbed each of their shoulders and carefully shook them.
“Kids,” Stan said, voice low but not quite a whisper. “Kids, it’s time to wake up.”
Mabel’s face scrunched up, this time in annoyance and not fear. “Grunkle Stan, no,” she moaned, slurring her words in her half-asleep state and rolling over to bury her face in a pillow.
“Too early,” Dipper grumbled, and pulled the blanket over both of their heads.
Stan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, maybe it is a bit early for grumpy pre-teens. But you know who it’s not too early for?”
Twins gasps sounded from under the blanket, and Stan got the distinct feeling that they’d gone through this song and dance before. Well, at least it was reassuring that his personality didn’t seem to have changed much, despite the gaps in memory.
“Grunkle Stan, wait!” Mabel cried, and it already sounded like she was laughing.
“No, no!” Dipper yelled, but his voice was giddy and excited.
“There’s no Grunkle Stan, here,” Stan growled, ripping the blanket off the two of them. “There’s only… the Tickle Monster!”
Dipper and Mabel shrieked as Stan lunged.
Even if Stan himself didn’t remember, it seemed like his fingers did. One hand clawed into Dipper’s stomach, making him squawk and cackle, while the other quickly buried itself up under Mabel’s arm, making her shriek and squeal. Stan couldn’t help but laugh along with the two of them, their laughter being painfully contagious.
“Hey,” Stan said, a goofy grin spreading across his lips. “Did you know, my ex-wife still misses me--”
Dipper and Mabel both groaned through their laughter.
“But her aim is getting better!”
Stan laughed, and he was certain that if the kids weren’t laughing too hard to talk, they would be making the usual assortment of annoyed comments. 
“Wow, kids, I know I’m funny, but I didn’t know my jokes were that good.”
Mabel’s legs had started kicking, trying to propel her away from the tickling fingers, while Dipper seemed to curl in on himself as he snorted and cackled. It was an interesting dichotomy, with them being twins, and reminded Stan a lot of him and Ford when they were younger--
Well well, looks like goofing off did some good for Stan, after all.
But Stan decided that he had plenty of time to focus on that, later. For now, he needed to finish these kids off and get them down to breakfast. Preferably soon, because the realization that Ford could not cook and would likely burn the Shack down had also just hit him.
Stan leaned down, deciding to do his big finish on Dipper first. He pushed Dipper’s legs back down and pulled up his sleep shirt just enough to see his belly. Then, he took a deep breath and blew the biggest raspberry he could in the center of Dipper’s stomach, making sure to shake his head and rub his stubble in on it, and almost breaking to laugh at the near-scream that left Dipper’s lips. He blew a handful of smaller raspberries in a few random places before pulling back and letting Dipper breathe.
Turning toward Mabel, she had already tilted her head back like she knew what to expect. And now that he thought about it, Stan did seem to be getting a weird sense of deja-vu, so maybe this had been routine, before. Stan darted forward to blow a big raspberry against the side of her neck, hoping he didn’t go deaf from her shrill laughter right next to his ear, and blew a handful of smaller raspberries as he moved to the other side of it. There, he blew one last big raspberry before pulling back.
Stan sat on the edge of the bed as the kids caught their breath. They recovered faster than he expected, and Stan suddenly found himself tackled backwards to the bed, the kids laughing as they piled on top of him. Stan laughed, too.
“Good morning, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel yelled, far too loudly for having been asleep just moments before.
“Good morning!” Dipper echoed at a much lower volume.
“Come on,” he said. “We’d better get down to the kitchen before Ford blows the whole place up. I’m sure you two could convince him to step away from the stove long enough for me to make something.”
Dipper and Mabel both gave him incredibly mischievous looks before rushing out of the room without another word. Stan huffed out a breath, watching them go. Then, he quickly rose to follow them. Either his brother was about to get absolutely wrecked by two 12-year-olds, or those kids were about to have quite the round two (six fingers did wonders for tickling skills, based on what was coming back to Stan) and he didn’t want to miss a moment of either scenario.
After all, he knew more than anyone, now, that the memories he made with his family were beyond precious.
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fandom-necromancer · 3 years
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Time for a vacation
This was prompted by an amazing anon! I really like Gavin and Eli as bros! Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Detroit become human | Characters: Elijah & Gavin | Background Ship: Reed900
‘Ah damn, when was the last time we were here?’, Elijah sighed as he exited the car he had parked manually after the automated driver had refused to go off-road. ‘I would guess before you decided to play god?’, Gavin answered, smiling as Elijah looked at him insecurely. ‘Hey, just a joke. But seriously, haven’t been here in a long time. But I still remember it. We used to play volley ball over there.’ ‘You were terrible.’ ‘Says the one who was even worse than that.’ That made Elijah chuckle and shut the door, while Gavin was already excitedly gathering his bag and tried to get a hold of the next one. By then, Nines and Chloe had also made it out of the car and it was the RK900 that shoved his human away from the boot. ‘I will take care of that, Gavin, go and look for a nice place, will you?’ Immediately, the human had let go and bolted.
‘Good to see he is still as easily excitable as he was when we were young’, Elijah chuckled and took his share before locking the car and walking over to the spot Gavin was already frantically waving from. ‘He is’, Nines nodded. ‘And he really meant it as a joke, he told me on multiple occasions I was the best thing to ever happen to him and you were the reason for my creation.’ He winked at Cyberlife’s reinserted CEO. ‘Use that information however you may wish.’ He left Elijah standing there and walked the rest of the way. The human smirked, then followed.
They sat down on the blanket in the sand and stared ahead over the Lake Huron, that, if you didn’t know it was a lake, seemed to stretch endlessly like the open sea. Nines and Chloe had decided that sitting around and talking about the olden times was something inherently human ergo boring and had taken to exploring the beach. What left Gavin and Elijah alone on their blanket. ‘I still remember Lizzy and Dad taking us up here’, Gavin spoke up as the silence stretched and only the waves could be heard. ‘Simpler times.’ ‘You think so?’, Eli asked. ‘I don’t know, 2020 was a bitch.’ ‘Yeah, alright. But except that… I mean, it was all still… working out, you know?’ ‘You mean mom?’ Gavin nodded. ‘I mean I didn’t really know my mom, stayed with dad and never really saw her, but from what I’ve heard…’ He swallowed. ‘I always looked up to Lizzy and thought that she would never be like that.’ ‘Yeah, I’d hoped my mom would be different, too’, Elijah agreed. ‘I know I wasn’t home a lot back then but… Well, some things reached even me at Colbridge.’
‘Phck, this was supposed to be fun, not us getting depressed over the past’, Gavin laughed and leaned back. ‘Come on. We both know what happened and that it was shitty and that we were far better off in Detroit far away from them. That’s like... canon now. Tell me what I don’t know! What are you working on at the moment?’ ‘Err…’ Kamski threw him a nervous side glance, Gavin immediately caught onto. ‘Hey, I know I won’t understand a thing. Just try to explain it. If I can’t figure it out, it’s my shitty brain’s fault.’ ‘I believe the best Detective of the DPD is cleverer than he likes to think’, Eli teased. ‘Whoo, someone stared at the employee of the month posters a bit too long’, Gavin waved it away. ‘Come on, humour me.’
‘Pff, I don’t even know Gavin. These days I’m not stuck in the lab all day. Honestly, I mostly am a representative and manage finances… There’s little room for creativity and I believe the politics of companies are one of the least interesting things for you.’ ‘I know Cyberlife’s trying hard to hide their racist views. Gotta be the new android-healthcare supplier that helps them build mods and get their own bodies and stuff.’ ‘Hey, it wasn’t racist as they really just were machines.’ ‘Oh, come on. Do household robots really need to look human? Can’t tell me deviancy wasn’t a shiny experiment gone too far.’ ‘We are actually looking into this’, Elijah remembered. ‘Where did it come from? It’s a really interesting questions, because we don’t really know and… What?’ Gavin had crossed his arms behind his head, smiled and closed his eyes. ‘Ah, nothing, just that’s my brother. Doesn’t matter if you are working numbers all the time and are immensely frustrated over… I don’t know copyright strikes or something. You still have that spark you had when you first soldered together your first circuits and almost burned yourself.’ ‘Oh come on, I didn’t-‘ ‘You didn’t, but who is to thank for that?’ ‘You’, Eli chuckled. ‘Alright, yes, I still sit alone at home in my lab when I’m back from work and I might have to tell the researchers to turn a blind eye on some lines because I might not be entirely innocent when it comes to deviancy, but-‘ Gavin had opened his mouth at that point, but Eli shushed him. ‘Hey, I certainly didn’t expect this, I wanted to prove a point, that’s all. But anyways, I wanted to ask about you. What are you doing lately?’
Gavin exhaled deeply, frowning. ‘Not much, really. I’m still living in my flat with my cats. Well, and Nines, who is amazing and awesome and sweat and-‘ ‘You have a boyfriend, yes, I’m aware, what else?’ ‘Hey, we’re engaged, okay? I’m serious. Might even marry that one.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Hey, my other boyfriends were assholes, it seems I inherited my taste in bad partners from dad, but that doesn’t apply to Nines, because he’s the driving force for once. Anyways, Nines is perfect, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with him, because I’ve been lonely and miserable for too long.’ He took a break to breathe and continued: ‘Yeah, cats, Nines, flat. What else? I’ve nearly finished repairing that old bike I’ve bought.’ Eli blinked. ‘That’s been sitting in that garage for how long now?’ ‘Too long, but it’ll be finished next summer, I swear! Also, might finally get back to narcotics now that the others have homicide back under control. I’ve seen enough murdered people and crying family members for a while.’ ‘And narcotics is better, because...?’ ‘Because there generally isn’t as much drama. I mean come on, who uses Red Ice? The super-rich people I don’t care for-‘ ‘Hey!’ ‘And the lowest people that have done far worse than drugs. Everyone in between uses the normal stuff. You don’t have to explain a grieving wife or husband why their partners aren’t coming back. Or what’s actually worse: you don’t have to talk to severely traumatised androids who will be punished for a crime that was self-defence. Like you know no court will let them go, not yet, not when everyone still thinks they are machines.’ ‘And there we are at the depressive part again…’
Gavin chuckled. ‘Yeah, I guess. But I’m really happy to get back into it and Nines will get his Detective badge soon too. Has to retake Academy classes now because programming isn’t enough anymore. Well, once he made it, we will be partners. Can’t wait for that.’ ‘What happened to “I don’t do partners”?’ ‘He became “I do partners”’, Gavin smirked. ‘If you know what I mean.’ ‘Argh, why do I even talk to you?’, Elijah asked equally disgusted and amused. ‘Hey, as long as you are happy…’
‘We do have to meet more often’, Gavin demanded once his laughter had calmed. ‘I miss you, even if you are the slimiest person alive. Was a good idea coming here for the weekend.’ ‘I have to agree’, Elijah nodded and focussed back on an enormous container ship in the distance. ‘I missed talking to you, too. Calling over the phone simply isn’t the same.’ ‘Yeah.’ Gavin sat up again and suddenly perked up as he looked at someone behind Elijah, causing the man to turn, too.
‘Oh, Chloe, I could kiss you, there’s nothing better than hot-dogs on the beach, I’m starving!’ That marked the end of their conversation, as the two androids had come back with food and drinks. But Elijah had gotten to know what he had wanted to hear. And there would be plenty of occasions for more now.
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misamerglova · 3 years
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I’m really getting tired of people telling me what books, movies, tv shows, art and artists in general I shouldn’t like.
It happened to me with several fandoms - you can’t like this the author is rasist. You can’t like this the author is transphobic. You can’t like this the author antisemitic. You can’t like this because of something...
There is no art without the artist and their life experience. It’s not in my capacity to research every single thing I come across just to see if there are any troubling issues in it - nor am I willing to do that. Sometimes I want to simply stumble on something, relax and enjoy it and not read essays on why I shouldn’t like it prior.
I consume art mostly for the characters and their emotions so I’m pretty much oblivious to their surroundings on the first read/watch. Often it means I just ignore the worldbuilding, politics and general context and therefore troubling issues often pass me by without me realizing it. I’m aware of that and I’m trying to be more observant.
If there are problems with the art/artist that come to my attention I do research it. If it’s something I’ve never seen or read before the chances are I’m not touching it (e. g. I never got to read any of the Orson Scott Card’s books because I’ve heard about his opinions beforehand).
If it’s something I know and like I often try to read/watch the art once more while knowing the troublesome links in it.
Do I stop liking the art? That depends. Because I liked the characters for their emotions in the first place, the core is still there, still genuine to me. If the issues with the art don’t change the characters (and I found that it very rarely does) the thing I fell in love with is still there. That didn’t go away just because I have learned about some troublesome context of the setting or the author. I still love Captain Mal and his crew from Firefly despite Joss Whedon cheating affair. I still enjoy fanarts of adult Harry Potter despite J. K. Rowling’s Twitter. I still like both Jack Sparrow in the first Pirates of the Carribean and that actress who Reid fell in love with in that one romantic episode of Criminal Minds despite the Johny Depp-Amber Heard shitshow. I still ship Levihan from AoT despite the fasist undertones of the story.
That being said, I DO look differently on the art as a complex thing though.
Often like in case of Harry Potter or American Beauty I don’t go back to it because it became too synonymous with the artist to me. I like to remember the positive feelings it gave me but it died for me with the controversy.
In other cases, like AoT or works of H. P. Lovecraft, I still go back to it but I activelly realize the issues while reading it. It helps me practice to better focus on the issues I normally ignore while consuming art. Also, if I do recommend this art to my friends it is with warnings so it’s up to them if they want to get into it.
One quick story I wanted to share. I got into AoT fairly recently without knowing the issues about it prior. Once I was made aware of it I read multiple articles about Japanese far-right politics, history and generally things I never would have gotten my hands on as someone from the middle of Europe if I didn’t get into AoT. It gave me much needed context to understand the problematic aspects and to think about the manga in a very different light. I recommended it for its story structure to my writer friend because the plot twists there are excellent but I warned her about the general setting and political implications. We had an increadibly interesting debate about it since she knows much more about WWII than I do and again it widened my horizons. Do I still like the AoT characters? Yes. Do I still enjoy it in general? Yes, but I’m much more aware of the aspects that I personally don’t agree with. Do I view the general story in a very different light now? Very much so. Did reading it force me to get out of my bubble, learn something new and be more perceptive for the future? Yes.
And this is why I don’t like the strict ‘stop supporting this’, ‘cancel this’ or ‘how dare you like this’ comments. Because not reading or watching something just because someone said you shouldn’t gives you no knowledge and it makes you generally susceptible to manipulation. I’m not saying go and consume everything that is controvesial to form you opinions about it. But instead of being ashamed for accidentally getting into something that showed to be problematic I embrace it and try to make the best out of it. Once you are made aware that the art was made by a person with bias it’s easier to see and recognize that bias, in art and in life in general. It helps you understand the artist and to recognize how people with similar biases think - which can help you better understand the world around you and also to recognize and even change patterns in yourself that could be problematic. Maybe this is my wishful thinking but I’d like to think that consuming some art that later showed to be problematic, learning about it and debating it with people gave me better critical thinking. Not thinking about something and just following ‘because someone said so’ reasoning is easy and lazy. And that’s why I’d rather people to explain the issues in depth than to give me the ‘you should not be enjoying this, shame on you’ rhetoric.
Obviously there is an elephant in the room still and that is the aspect of supporting the art and artist. I’m not going too deep into it but generally, if I get into something that I’m later made aware to be controversial I consider my next steps individually. In same cases I keep the books or artworks, in some I don’t and I get rid of them - no book burning though, usually I just send them to a library or a charity. Once my friend was turning old books into a table which was a poetic way of making some problematic books useful. Also, huge frachises like Harry Potter live out of merch sales so I usually choose simply not buying any. I also don’t buy other books and products if I deem that author too problematic for me.
To close this, I’m not ashamed of being passionate about some aspects of artworks that within years crystalized into something controvesial. My feelings about that were genuine and if I didn’t realize some issues with it it’s not because I’m a bad person but rather because I didn’t realize the full extent of some ideas behind the artwork. I don’t know everything about everything so I learn as I go and sometimes that means revisiting the art to examine not just the things I saw and fell in with but more importantly to see the things I ignored, in order to not ignore them in the future.
Hope this makes sense...
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missmouse43 · 4 years
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I love seeing everyone talk about how they first got into Supernatural and what it has meant to them so I’m going to take my turn and share my story with all you lovely people as well.
So I was 16 years old when I first started watching Supernatural. It was during the beginning of summer and I was scrolling through Netflix trying to find a new show to watch when I came across this title image:
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Not gonna lie, my first thought was “Holy crap those guys are hot” 😂 and I will shamelessly admit that THAT is initially what drew me to the show upon first glance. Then of course I read the description and was delighted to find that this was the exact kind of creepy, horror show I was looking for. And the rest they say is history. I watched the first episode, fell in love with the brothers (mostly Dean ngl) and I ended up bingeing the full 9 seasons released at the time in a month and a half before joining live in season 10.
The first time I saw how many seasons there were it seemed like an extremely daunting commitment, and throughout my watching I wondered on multiple occasion what exactly I had gotten myself into. But I was barrelling my way through full seasons in probably three days at a time. I became obsessed. I could not stop watching until I finished them all. And I cannot even express to you my delight when I found out there was another season on the way and presumably many more to come. So yeah. I made the right choice.
The thing that always makes me laugh about my history with Supernatural is that despite watching another show that was on the CW at the time, I had literally never heard of Supernatural before. Never saw a promo for it, had no idea who Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki was. It totally boggles my mind that despite being exposed to the network it aired on I can’t recall ever seeing anything about it. All those years my future favourite show was hiding right under my nose and I had no idea! How cruel is that! 😝
As far as what Supernatural and the SPN Family has meant to me, well... it’s a lot.
I’ve been suffering from mental health issues since I was 12 years old, and at times it left me feeling isolated and alone, constantly fighting for a reason to smile and get up in the morning. I found Supernatural at a time in my life when I had lost most of my friends and was desperately searching for something to fill that void with and bring me some resemblance of happiness. Supernatural ticked all those boxes for me and for that I will forever be grateful. But it doesn’t just end there.
Before Supernatural I had never been in a fandom before. I was completely oblivious to the sense of community rallied around this show and when I discovered tumblr through Supernatural and shipping Destiel I had never felt more included and heard in my entire life. It has been an honour and a privilege to be a small part of this weird and wonderful family.
It was here on tumblr with this fandom where I found the courage to engage in conversations with strangers, voice my opinions, and share my writing with other people who were just like me. It’s also because of Supernatural that I, a person who suffers from severe social anxiety and depression, was able to conquer so many of her fears and travel to an unfamiliar city to attend her first ever convention.
That is a moment in my life that I will NEVER forget. And it’s all thanks to Supernatural.
Over the years this show has brought me laughter, anguish, elation, anger, and hope all wrapped up in one and I’ve loved every single second of it.
To the cast & crew of Supernatural and this beautiful family built around it, I say this from the bottom of my heart:
Thank you.
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High Tide ~ Ep. 1 (C. San)
pirate king, amiright haha // i tried to edit this to the best of my abilities (multiple times, oh lord), but I always manage to miss things, so please don’t mind too much // also also this is me baby pls be kind
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Character Guide // Episode One // Episode Two // Episode Three
Fandom: Ateez
Genre: fluff/suggestive?
Warning(s): female!reader // ateez as the mental pirates they are haha // detailed mentions of sex, but not enough for it to be considered smut (imo) // THIS GIF AH
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            You’re awoken by the sound of a horn being blown. 
Your immediate response is to reach for your sword, which usually sits beside you while you sleep, but your hand only meets warm flesh. Your eyes snap, your head turning with a gasp, and they land on San, one of Aurora’s best sword fighters. He’s saved the ship on several occasions from killer mermaids, a giant squid, and even once managed to blow up a rival ship. He’s a respectable man, a great leader in battle, and one of the only people on this ship that has ever tried to listen to you when you weren’t feeling the best. He’s also the crew member who managed to catch your heart and hold it in his hands without even knowing. And he’s laying, fast asleep beside you as if it were the most normal thing ever. You’re still sleepy so your brain doesn’t remember much quickly, but the one thing that you can recall at the moment is the beer barrel. Captain Hongjoong had decided everyone needed a night off and had tapped into it as a treat.
You slowly move your hand as you try to remember more of the events of the night before, but when you notice that the two of you are only covered by a fur blanket, and you’re butt naked, it isn’t really hard to piece together. His face is peaceful with dreams, and his neck is bruised with love marks that disappear below the blanket. His fingers are only centimeters from touching your cheek, as if he had fallen asleep stroking it. 
You screw your eyes shut and turn back to the ceiling with a silent huff. Of course this would somehow happen. You thought you were actually getting somewhere with him, getting him to notice you in a different light, but instead, you had gotten drunk off your ass and had sex with him. He probably thought that was all you wanted. You curse yourself and move the fur from your naked body, making sure he’s still covered in case any of the other crew members decide to come into the room. Your clothes are carefully folded and thrown across an empty barrel, but you don’t remember having time to do that. 
Your temples throb slightly as you get yourself dressed and ready for the day. This expedition to Utopia is taking far longer than any of the crew had suspected, and there was only one reason the Captain had tapped into the beer barrel, and that meant a shortage of supplies (of course, he liked to cover it up by saying he was celebrating your efforts as an amazing crew, but as he had done that one too many times, the entire ship knew his true intentions when he said those words last night). You assume that’s why he had blown the horn first thing, to call a meeting and come clean, but as good a leader Hongjoong is, he never waited for everyone to arrive at meetings before starting. He’s impatient and expects everyone to be up and ready by the time he blows the conch. 
As you pull your shirt over your head you get a sudden flashback, your mind clouding over with a memory from the night before... 
San is standing before you, a hungry look in his eyes as his hands travel across your clothed body. He’s licking his lips in excitement, and his cheeks are cherry red from the alcohol. “So you’ve wanted me for a long time, hm? I can tell by the way you give into me so easily, by how your body is so responsive to my touch.” 
Your hands reach up to yank him by his shirt so that he’s stumbling into your chest. “It’s true, I have wanted you for a long time, imagined it, even, but I can tell you’ve wanted this just as much. If not, you wouldn’t be here, begging to remove my shirt. Touching me in places you never would normally.” 
Oh, that beer made you so, so confident. 
San leans forward and pops open the first button to your shirt with his teeth. Then he let’s his lips travel across your neck and to your jaw, leaving a hot trail on your skin. Your breathing quickens and your grip on his shirt tightens. He’s so sinful and you are loving every second of it. The way he slowly pushes his hips into yours, the lingering touches of his fingers on your hips. His lips press a burning kiss on your jaw before he pulls back to stare into your eyes; his gaze is piercing into your soul and it makes the pit of your belly bubble with excitement. 
“I’ve always wanted you. Since the start of our journey. You’re so beautiful, and I’ve wanted to taste you for the longest time. Can I taste you tonight? Can I take you in every way possible to show just how much this heart has yearned and cared for you?” He whispers, eyes fluttering so that his gaze lands on your lips. 
You push into him, the alcohol in your system, and the words he just whispered making your arousal flare through the roof. You snake your hands around his shoulders and dig your nails into the leather of his coat. You wait until your lips are only an inch apart to reply, “I’d be severely disappointed if you didn’t. Now please, let’s stop talking.” 
San chuckles and reaches down to tug at the bottom of your shirt, not having the patience to do anything else. Once it’s lifted and thrown to the side his lips finally press into yours, and he tastes better than anything you could imagine. He doesn’t taste like the beer you had been downing like water, he tastes slightly of cinnamon whiskey and his lips are sticky and taste like they had been coated in sugar. You can’t help it, you feel a noise of satisfaction leave you as he pulls your body closer to his. 
You’re torn from the memory when you hear San move around, your limbs automatically acting on their own to quickly pull the rest of your clothing on. A snore erupts from his lips as he curls into the fur blanket for more warmth. He reaches a hand out like he’s searching for something, which causes you to pause as you pull your coat over your shoulders. His hand stops when it finds the empty spot beside him where you had been. He groans which means he’s waking, and causes you to grab your boots and speed to the door. 
You don’t know if he remembers what happened last night. You don’t know if he was really talking to you or if it was the whiskey coursing through his system (San refuses to drink beer, as he claims the taste is detestable). You also don’t know if you want to find out. Would you rather know that he had only been acting on alcohol hazed arousal, or if he had only just gained the confidence to finally profess his feelings because of it? You’d rather not decide that, especially now, when you’re running late to a crew meeting. 
The ship is empty, so you know that the rest of the crew members are down below, most likely enduring Hongjoong’s hungover ramble begrudgingly. You assume he’s probably angry with San and yourself, as you’re late for the meeting, but he knows better than to say anything, because you’re also two of the best members in combat.
 As soon as you’re down the squeaky ship stairs you pull on your boots and check your hair in a broken piece of glass laying on the floor. When you go to place the glass in a safer place, you notice a dark mark placed directly above your collarbone. You freeze and turn to stare at the staircase. Another memory hits, one of you and San stumbling up the steps, hands linked. He stops you at the top of the stairs to kiss your neck and tell you just how excited he is you approached him. You instantly shake the rising memories up and turn back to the door. You don’t give yourself enough time to think about what the others will say about the mark, pushing forward into the main room, which, astonishingly, is loud with yelling. Huh, you had been so distracted you hadn’t even heard them, and, oh, boy, they are loud.
���-die before we reach anything! Then the whole thing would have been pointless!” Wooyoung is shouting, slamming his pipe against the map on the center of the table. He looks frustrated and red in the face. Leftover alcohol, in all likelihood. Wooyoung is never one to yell at the Captain, unless something very serious is going on. 
You walk over the youngest member of the crew, Jongho, and settle beside him against the left wall. He’s cleaning his pocket knife mindlessly, watching what’s going down with mild interest. You raise your eyebrows at him. “What’s going on?” 
He doesn’t even glance at you, just reaches over to hand you an apple from the near empty sack beside him. “Wooyoung is furious because of the announcement Hongjoong made.” 
You look over to see that said boy is basically billowing steam from his ears as Hongjoong rubs at his temples. You sigh, accepting Jongho’s apple and scrubbing at the visible bruises (there are many). “What announcement? That our food is extremely rotten?” 
Jongho nods his head as you take a bite of the apple, looking back down at his blade to scrub at nonexistent marks. “Basically. Our fresh produce is either running low, or it’s bad, and the dry food is at an all-time low, too. He wants to cut us down to one proper meal a day, less if we can handle it. Wooyoung, as you can tell, isn’t happy. He started yelling about this entire expedition being pointless. Hongjoong knows he just really loves his food, but also refuses to make any detours to restock.” 
You scowl, swallowing the apple. It doesn’t taste good, not even edible, and it’s obvious why when you look down to find the inside tinted brown. You swallow it anyway, knowing there’s no room to complain. You focus on Hongjoong, who has now resorted in slamming his fist against the table to get Wooyoung’s attention.
“Why don’t we turn around then, eh? Is that what you want? These long days and nights at sea to go to waste? We’re so close to Utopia! Do you want us to give up now and go back just because of a shortage of food? The fortunes we’ll have are far greater than two bowls of beans and rice a day! We are going through this to escape to something better than what he had in the Mainland! Isn’t that what we all agreed on? A better life in Utopia than what we were living before? Is that so pointless?” Hongjoong roars, making you flinch.
Wooyoung has gone quiet, which allows the sound of the door creaking open to call the attention of everyone in the room. San enters, completely clothed and professional as usual. His hair is pushed back and his collar is popped up to hide the marks scattered along his pale skin. He nods at you and Jongho and heads to the table. 
“What’s all the yelling about?” He asks, furrowing his brows at the angry state his crew mates are in. “I can hear you from above.”
Hongjoong glances at Wooyoung before whipping around the face the window overlooking the sea. “We only have two bags of rice and beans left, and we’ve been forced to throw most of our fresh produce overboard due to mold and rot.” 
Your eyes widen and you charge forward, your grip tightening on the apple in your hand. “What our dry supply is that low? There’s no telling how long we have left on this trip--”
“Exactly!” Wooyoung fumes, picking his pipe back up to point at a spot on the map. “There’s an island just here, it’s off our course, but it’s close-” 
“Wonderland.” You whisper, leaning beside him to get a better look at the map. “It’s the island wealthy men back in the Mainland paid fortunes to get their food from. It’s got some of the best produce anyone’s ever seen, but it’s also full of monsters.” 
“Y-yeah, but the natives who live there and sell the produce, they can help us! We can stock up on food and water and we’d actually make it to Utopia without dying of starvation first.” He stutters, confidence gone, as he looks around at everyone nervously. 
Hongjoong grabs at the flask he has sitting on the table, taking a swig before glaring out at the sea. “Who says the warriors would help us? We’d be trespassers on their land, their idea of mercy could be leaving all the trouble of killing us to the monsters. I won’t risk the lives of the entire crew for food.” 
“You’re risking our lives this way!” Wooyoung snaps, pointing to the corner of the room, which had been previously stacked with sacks of food, but now is empty save for four sacks and two barrels of water. “We’re running out of water, too! If we don’t die of starvation, we’ll die of dehydration!” 
“It’s getting colder these days.” San adds quietly. “The sea life is unpredictable out here. If we throw the net out we risk the chance of a giant squid grabbing it and pulling the ship underwater, and if that doesn’t happen, we risk eating poisonous fish.” 
Hongjoong grows quiet and places his flask down, eyes piercing into San. “Are you implying we detour? Elongate the trip another month to stop at an island we might all die in? Have all of you forgotten who the Captain of this ship is?” 
Your eyes slide from the disgruntled leader to San. His eyes are already on you. He pushes his hair back and nods. You turn back to Hongjoong. “You’re the Captain, Hongjoong, but before departure from the Mainland we all agreed that every decision would be based on what everyone wants. That before something big like this, we’d take the bigger vote. We have one of the best fighters in our crew. San has kept us alive this far, and who says the rest of us can’t wield a sword? If we die miles away from Utopia, it’ll have all been for nothing. But if we stop at Wonderland, a few of us can retrieve more food and supplies while the rest of you protect the ship. We have enough food to last us until we reach Wonderland, at most. Cutting meals would only weaken us, and we’re gonna need strength if there is any unknown danger in Utopia. We have to be ready for anything. You said that, Hongjoong.” 
A silence sweeps the room and Seonghwa, the one who is most often responsible for cooking, is about to clap, but Yeosang, the one responsible for ship repairs, stops him. You turn your head to San, who’s softly smiling at you. He nods again, but this one is a nod of approval. Hongjoong is sighing, placing both hands on the table and leaning forward like the weight of the ship is on his shoulders. It may as well be.
You trudge around the table and stop by Hongjoong’s side, ignoring the way San’s eyes follow your every move. You place your hand on Hongjoong’s back and tilt your head. 
He lifts his head and the whole room is shocked when the morning light coming in from the window glistens off a tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t want to lose anyone. I don’t want to risk your lives like this. I-I’ll risk my own, I’ll sacrifice my food so you all can have a second serving. Just, please, don’t make me watch you all get murdered.” 
He begins to shake and you pull him up by the shoulders and into your arms. The whole crew, Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho, San, Wooyoung, they all have glossy eyes as they watch you hug their Captain. Mingi and Yunho, who you search the room for, are on steering duty, but you know they’d want to take the detour to Wonderland as well. The whole crew is made of fighters, warriors. You know that something like this will only strengthen them.
“It’ll take us about a month to get there. Your crew is the best crew the Mainland’s ever seen, Hongjoong. We’re all quick learners and San is a very good teacher. We’ll know how to fight, to survive. We’ll make it to Utopia.” You reassure him, sliding your palm up and down his back to comfort him. “Who in here believes we can make it?” 
San is the first to raise his hand, followed by Jongho, then Seonghwa and Yeosang, and then finally, Wooyoung makes sure to stare directly at Hongjoong when raising his hand. The fury is completely gone from his face, and instead, it’s set with determination.
Wooyoung then proceeds to speak, “I believe that with Hongjoong as our leader we can do anything. Conquer the filthy rich of the Mainland, the brutal sea, and any monster that ever comes our way. Without you, Hongjoong, we would have never made it this far to Utopia. Hell, we’d probably all be suffering living normal lives that had no purpose.” 
Hongjoong finally peels himself from you and walks around the table to wrap his arms around Wooyoung. San smiles proudly at his crew mates, before his eyes slide over to you. Your heart stops beating for a moment as his gaze searches yours.
“We have a great crew.” He says. “We might get injured on this journey, we’ll acquire scars and bruises we didn’t have before. We may even lose some limbs, but we will live, that I know for sure. We will survive, and we’ll all make it to paradise. If I didn’t believe that, if I didn’t believe any of you were strong and worth the risk, I would have never boarded Aurora.” 
You feel your belly flip with emotions as he keeps unbroken eye contact with you. Your hands grow clammy, and you clear your throat. You place your apple on the table and turn to Hongjoong. “So what do you say? Detour Expedition: Wonderland a go?” 
Jongho stops polishing his already polished knife to put his full attention on the Captain, and even Yeosang, who is always smiling, looks serious as he awaits the Captain’s answer.
Hongjoong sighs deeply, looking around the room. “If one of you dies, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I’d probably go crazy with guilt. However, watching you go skinny and pale, having to watch you take your last breath, that would be completely unbearable. So, yes, Detour Expedition: Wonderland is a go.” 
The whole cabin fills with cheers and you turn around, wrapping your arms around San, body reacting impulsively with your joy. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture and swallows you in his arms. His face presses into your neck and you can smell his wonderful smell directly in your nose as you press your own face into the front of his coat. 
You’re suddenly hit with a storm of memories from the night before, flashing in front of your eyes like strikes of lightning, elicited by his touch. San licking his way from between your thighs to your heated core, fingers gripping every single piece of exposed skin, his body hovering over yours as strands of sweaty hair come loose due to the sheer amount of power behind each thrust he makes inside of you, and, with a flip of positions, his body underneath you as the sweetest of sounds leaves his lips. Your fingers dig into his coat and you bite your lip as your whole body explodes with heat at the sudden memories of your heated night.
You shake off the thoughts and pull away from him quickly, avoiding eye contact as you swivel around and head straight towards the door. “I’ll tell Yunho and Mingi the news and relieve them of their post!” 
Your body is heated from the mere memories of your tryst, your coat trapping you in your own warmth. You shed it as you recite the news to both Mingi and Yunho, who seem both excited and concerned simultaneously. They try to ask the many questions they have, but you wave them off to the lower deck so you have time to yourself. It takes all of your upper core strength to take hold of the wheel, but you manage, though there’s a sting in the muscles of your stomach. They’re sore... You try to suppress more memories, but they keep attacking your brain like a cyclone, making every cell of your body tingle with the images. 
He’s so beautiful, and the pictures are so vivid in your brain, you know you don’t want to forget. However, you’re probably going to have to, no matter how they makes you feel. He was drunk, you were definitely not in your right mind, and you are sure that if Hongjoong had not tapped into the beer barrel nothing would have happened. Also, you distinctly remember telling him just how much you’ve adored him and how much you loved him before you had gone to bed (this is the one memory you want to suppress the most).
Plus, there are far more important things to worry about, like having to prepare the rest of the crew members for combat with all sorts of monsters. Monsters that you know nothing about, monsters that could and would kill you in the blink of an eye if you didn’t know how to properly fend it off. You suddenly start to doubt yourself, your abilities, your strength, and worst of all, you begin to doubt the reason you had even begged Hongjoong to let you join his crew in the first place. You start to feel frustrated at the bubbling mix of emotions going through your head, and let your forehead thunk against the wheel of the boat. 
“So, you weren’t as confident as you seemed.” A voice says from behind you. 
Your head immediately shoots up, your spine straightening at the sound of his voice. Your eyes flutter as you stare at the vast, open sea before you. You swallow. “What do you mean?” 
His body is suddenly beside yours, so close that you can smell him, lean into him, if you wanted to. He grabs the wheel and steadies it, head tilted towards you. Of course, he can move the wheel without a single effort. This man, he is quite possibly the closest thing to a god without actually being one. He’s brave, chivalrous, and sexy -- holy shit, he is so sexy. He makes every part of your body buzz with every kind of good feeling there is.
“You were so sure in your plan when reciting it to Hongjoong, but the second you’re alone your facade crumbles. Why is that?” He asks, voice soft, but still powerful. His voice demands all of your attention, to soak it in like water in a sponge. “It is the best plan in this scenario.” 
You finally puff out the air you’ve been holding in your lungs since he arrived. You turn away from him and search around you for any sign of an island. For just a glimpse of land, but of course, like the map says, the only island near you is Wonderland, and it’s still very far. You speak just above a whisper, just in case anyone else is above deck. “What if it isn’t the right thing? What if I just convinced Hongjoong to lead us to our deaths?” 
His fingers meet the flesh of your jaw and he pulls you to face him. He’s raising his eyebrows, which means he’s completely baffled by what you just said. 
He scoffs. “Don’t doubt yourself. You’re one of the smartest, most honest people I’ve ever met, okay? If you said that we can do this, if you believed in your own words when you said them, then we can. Everybody knows that what you said is true. The chances of us surviving on those few bags of beans and rice and that little water? Slim to none. We’d be too weak to even guide the ship the rest of the way to Utopia. Trust me, we’re better off stocking up. Besides, I find I’m a very persuasive talker who can convince the locals to help us gather supplies.” 
He wiggles his eyebrows, which makes a giggle bubble from your throat. He smiles with you, his eyes flickering between keeping eye contact and gazing at your lips. Your stomach jolts with excitement, but also dread. You know that you’re going to have to talk about it, because if you don’t, your heart will always beat too loud when he does things like this. You know that no matter how hard you’d try, you would always remember the feeling of his lips on yours and the way he tasted. 
“San,” You mumble, turning back to the ocean. “I don’t want to talk about it, but I know that I need to. You don’t have to say anything, but I’m going to have to come out and speak what I feel.” 
His smile drops, and you see him gulp out of the corner of your eye. Your brain takes this as a sign to stop, but your body keeps going. 
“I was drunk last night, that much is obvious.” You start, after taking a deep breath. “But I wasn’t drunk enough to not know what I was doing. I wasn’t drunk enough to not have any recollection of what happened between us. I was just drunk enough to have the courage to whisper in your ear. Just drunk enough to finally confess what’s been growing inside of my heart for months. And that’s the truth. It’s completely fine if you want to resume our daily lives as if nothing happened. I just needed to say it, or else I’d have gone mad.” 
A silence follows your confession. All that can be heard is the water lapping against the ship, and the creaking of the wood as it shifts with the waves. You suck in a breath, moving your head so that he is no longer in your peripheral vision. You can’t stand to see him walk away if that’s what he chooses. Instead, you focus on the beautiful water, which is reflecting the baby blue sky enchantingly, and hope to everything holy that you don’t cry. Of all things, you don’t want to seem weak. 
Then, an unexpected warmth envelops your hand, and you feel your arm light with electricity. You turn your head to see San staring off at the horizon, his fingers squeezing your own for dear life. Your breath is shaky, waiting for his response. 
“Do you remember the first time we all got intoxicated on this ship?” He asks calmly, catching you completely off guard. 
“U-uh, yeah.” You answer. “I mean I don’t remember what happened, but I do remember the date.” 
“That’s not surprising. You were extremely drunk. Yunho had to hold you so that you wouldn’t topple off the ship when you were retching your guts out. You even tried to kiss him, though it didn’t end well because you threw up your dinner on his lap.” He pauses, and your cheeks flame up. “That night, your eyes, they were buzzing around, you couldn’t focus on anything. You couldn’t even function properly.”
Your grip on the wheel tightens. “That’s awfully embarrassing.” 
He shakes his head, and he finally looks away from the horizon to look at you. “No, that’s not why I bring it up. You see, last night, you didn’t look the same. You were smiling so big, and your cheeks were tinted the most adorable shade of pink, but your eyes were different. That’s how I could tell you weren’t completely wasted. They stayed focused on me, they weren’t buzzing, or looking at everything that moved. They were squinted when you laughed too hard, and wide and innocent when you spoke. They held absolute honesty when you spoke to me. I know that you were finally admitting your feelings to me. You were getting me to make a move and enticing me to make you feel good like you deserve. And last night, while I detest the taste of beer, my God, last night I had never tasted anything better when I was kissing your lips.” 
Your cheeks flame again, and you’re tempted to remove your hand from under his, scared that he can feel the heat that he’s causing all over your body. You muster up every bit of courage you have to look him in the eyes. “So what does this mean?” 
His mouth drops open. “It means I wasn’t inebriated last night to the point of lying or forgetting.” 
“And...”
He looks even more astonished, jumping back and throwing his hands in the air. “And? You’re absolutely one hundred percent mad if you think that I didn’t mean everything I said last night! From the confession of wanting to taste you, to the whispered moan of needing to have you in every way possible to express the amount of care I have for you in my heart!” 
He moves behind you and wraps his arms around you, shaking you. “It means that if there’s any sort of jewel in Utopia, I’m putting it on that damned finger of yours, calling you mine, and giving you my babies, dammit!” 
You begin to laugh as he continues to shake you, your stomach filling with butterflies. You squeal when he spins you around and his palms cup your warm cheeks. 
“I am in utter love with you.” He whispers, squishing your cheeks together. “Have been for some time now, but I was too much of a coward to say it. So, if you agree, I’d love to officially be yours, to officially call you my darling.” 
You smile, unable to control yourself, and nod. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you before landing a kiss on his lips. His hands fall from your cheeks and to your waist, where he hugs you closer to his body. 
On the other end of the ship, Jongho watches in disgust, as he cleans his already sparkling sword. He turns to Yeosang, who’s fixing a broken railing. He nudges the boy so that he looks up, annoyed.
“What?” Yeosang hisses.
Jongho jerks his head towards you and San. “Disgusting. I guess we’re going to have to deal with more of last night than we expected.” 
Yeosang rubs his hands on his pants and peeps over the railing to see what’s happening. When he spots the two of you he smiles. “I think it’s romantic. They’ve liked each other for a while, you know.” 
Jongho shrugs. “Who didn’t know, that’s the real mystery. Neither of them were exactly trying to hide it. I just hope they can learn to keep it down, because with the shortage of water, that won’t be the last time we have beer with dinner.” 
Yeosang shudders just thinking about it. 
Back at the wheel, you pull away from San’s soft lips. “I love you, too. I am your darling, but you must promise me that this won’t get in the way of our regular lives.” 
San presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling back to grab control of the wheel again. “What do you mean?” 
“I’m going to be part of the group retrieving supplies at Wonderland.” You say timidly. “And I don’t want you to worry about me the entire time.” 
San’s body stiffens, but he nods and turns to you, a smile still on his face. “Of course. I’d never doubt your ability to fight, but we have a few weeks until then. We can cross that bridge when it comes.” 
You nod, turning to the horizon again. Whatever Wonderland is holding. whatever the future was holding, you sure hoped that it was good.
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ahahahahah it’s a dumb ending but i kind of wanna make this a series until they reach utopia????? hmmmmmm... maybe?? and then I can like make an origins series where I write how they all became pirates?? ahhhhh please tell me if you’d like to see that
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In Which Jo Loves Content Creators
I’m in a mushy mood. This means it’s time to snipe people with my love for their work and affection for them as people. (People I don’t know that well/talk to regularly won’t be as personal as people as I’ve made good friends with! All to avoid making anyone uncomfortable <3)
I’m going to start with @sleepless-in-starbucks, because of course I’m starting with Lia. I know I’ve made a literal collaboration post with Max about how much I love them and their work, but Also how can I not mention once again how sweet and funny they are? I vowed that one day, I would rick roll them, they don’t believe I can, but I will, one day. Also they’re really good at comforting people??? And let me scream about some of my favorite fics/tropes to them. I also really enjoy talking to them about stuff I’m working. Listen. Lia is great, okay?
Speaking of @max-is-tired did you know they’re an incredibly sweet datemate who’s super considerate and easy to talk to and gosh I love them a whole lot? Not to mention their writing and ideas are phenomenal!!!! Max is so big brained!!!!! I will never stop expressing my love for them ever.
Oh, oh, oh!!!! @thechildoflightning is also really super sweet!! I became a huge fan of their writing through their daemon prinxiety au!! And my love of their work just kept expanding as I read the jksf verse they’ve worked so hard on! Their research is expansive!! And did you know they’re really cute when they info dump? I asked them to tell me about the bird facts the other day because I wanted to hear their info dumping and it was really cool information!!! I learned a lot about a really cool bird!!
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Another segue! You know who else I’ve learned a lot from? @lilfellasblog who is so cool? And kind???? And smart? Sometimes, I’ll ask them questions in a joking way and then I’ll end up learning something and wow! That’s so cool! And they don’t mind simplifying things for me when I ask! And their fic, Healing Broken Wings? An actual masterpiece, though if you check it out I recommend reading tags thoroughly. And if you have questions about a tag, ask them! They’re so willing to elaborate to make sure you’re able to stay safe!!! They care more about your safety than your readership!!!!! And that’s so awesome! I love Lil so much! A great friend and an amazing writer!
A friend I don’t really talk to nearly as much as the others but who I still care about a whole lot is @illogicallyinclined. They say they can’t write, but bullet fics are a Valid Form of Writing, and also their art? Stunning? They’re the reason I started appreciating Logan a whole lot more than I used to, and their hockey au  is really good (and Jam Packed with Logan Angst if you’re into that.) They’re also hilarious to talk to. I have chatted about Virgil and Logan being huge ass meme’s with them on multiple occasions.
Someone I’ve only recently started talking to is @sign-from-god-complex who’s actually really cool? I was talking to him about my love for fandom content creators before I decided to make this post and of course I had to include him? I’m literally going to be bingeing his writing as soon as I finish this Love and Appreciation post because it’s amazing! I can’t believe I haven’t read more of his work before! A travesty, honestly!!! And oh my God his music is good? Literally the whole reason I joined his server and started talking to Lo in the first place was because he was really nice when I asked him how downloading music worked because I’ve only ever done that onto an MP3 (I know, I’m old) and even then I had to have help because I’m not adept with technology. A great singer and writer!
Now for people I’ve never talked to personally but really want to show my appreciation for... Goodness, there’s so many?
I’m gonna start this section with @princeanxious who’s writing, art, and ideas in general are amazing? Have you seen his coma au? Heart wrenching. His Lost Guardian au? Beautiful world building! His punk lo/pastel dee au? Adorable oh my goodness I can’t get enough!! I tried to talk to him once, but I kind of got scared I was bothering him, but he seems really nice!!!!
Did I mention soulmate au’s earlier? I did. You know who writes really cool and great soulmate aus? @not-so-innocent-bi-sander and MAN is their writing great! Have you read their vampire soulmate au? That was so cute??? I loved Logan’s internal conflict with changing Patton and Roman, gosh? And they have such interesting au ideas too? Like I have actually never heard the concept of Lockets before, and it was such a fascinating idea for a soulmate au? I mean, obviously they have other fics that aren’t soulmate aus, like their prinxiety fic Overcoming a Legacy? Stunning, I am pretty sure I stayed up really late reading that one.
Speaking of fics that made me stay up late (so many segue’s) @impatentpending ‘s fic Powerless had me up from 5:30 pm when I started reading it to 2:30 am when Max finally woke up and distracted me long enough to make me shower and go to bed cause I had work in the morning. Do I regret it? No. Powerless is a stunning fic with an amazing concept. I can’t tell you how excited I was to read a fic where Virgil willingly took on a villain role to protect his loved ones. And also I’m going to physically fight Missy, she can catch these hands. I can’t really give much else on the rest of her fics, because I tend to avoid anything that might not end happy (I’m five chapters away from finishing Powerless, and I’m only just now getting skeptical they might not get their happy ending so count me scared) but I have no doubt everything she’s written is just as good, if not better since this fic was finished in 2018? Wow.
Another fic that had me up super late was @lovelylogans gilmore girls au where you lead, i will follow. Don’t be fooled by the eleven chapters, that fic is over 100k words but God is it so worth it to read every single one. You don’t even need to be familiar with the show the au is based on, it’s amazing either way. The characters, the plot, the romance, all absolutely stunning. I will personally fight Patton’s mom. And the rest of her fics! Wow!!! Stunning, amazing, wonderful, beautiful, I’m running out of adjectives. I loved their princess bride bullet fic a whole lot, that was fun.
If you ever see me gushing about mermaid aus, please know that @voidsides au is Probably my favorite take on it. The prinxiety! The sassy virgil!!! The Logan being so done with Roman’s shit. Literally the one comic with Logan interaction I could practically see “Roman I swear to god if you don’t stop flirting with the fish I’m going to push you into the water” in his words. He didn’t say it, but man he was definitely thinking it.
Oh man, I can’t forget to mention the person who got me into g/t-slash-borrower sides @infinimay cause his content? Amazing, really. I found him when someone I follow reblogged one of his halloween fics and I fell in love and proceeded to binge the rest of their writing. Amazing, really. I really love the giant hermit virgil and hiker logan ones a lot. There’s more that I definitely love a whole lot as well, but I can’t currently match content with titles right now and if I go through I’ll get caught up and forget to come back to this post, but just know I love
Another giant/tiny writer I really love who I fell in love because of his amazingly written alien au- @delimeful WIBAR is currently one of my fic obsessions and I might reread it soon because it’s so good? I love the world building and how he’s written the characters so much. The rest of his work is Also Great? The fic where Virgil turns into a dragon when stressed? Amazing I can’t wait for it to continue.
@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors You got me so in love with laoft I think about it often. Scary Virgil?? Changeling Logan???? Witch Roman???? Gifted Patton????? I want to cry I love them so much. And God, May! May Gage is a disaster of a woman but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I just. I love this au so much and it’s gotten me to love fae lore so much like I used to. I want to reread this au now, crap. Wait I need to read Lo’s stuff first. Double crap.
Oh man. speaking of writer’s who keep bringing up fae and reminding me how much I love them, @lefaystrent I hope you know your parental shenanigans on my dash bring me life. I didn’t know carbonated milk existed until last night. Kind of wish I was still ignorant on that particular topic. Either way, your fae virgil fic? Amazing. I got so super excited every time I saw an update, and that epilogue? A beautiful ending, if you ask me.
@stillebesat I start screaming in excitement, reading your Interview fic. When I found it, I became so in love with the fic I had a really hard time reading anything else and I frequently checked your blog looking for an update. I am so in love with it, and honestly there’s lots of questions I have about it but if I ask all of them this post will be even LONGER and it’s so massive already.
@today-only-happens-once You’re writing is amazing. So many of your fics are so stunning?? I fell in love reading The Only Exception. Still need to go through your masterlist thoroughly, but man everything I’ve read from you so far is so well written and takes my entire heart.
This post wouldn’t be complete without @notalwaysthevillian who actually got me to start shipping Logince with her fic Shattering Stereotypes. And then there’s of course her tangled prinxiety au??? Which I actually really gotta finish but what I’ve read of it? Amazing. 
Oh crap. If void has my favorite artistic mermaid au, @teacupfulofstarshine has my favorite written au. LDAD is a stunning fic and I would die for it. And also her recent atla au fic? I was screaming over it. Also also her moxiety dad au series she did for halloween had my entire heart. Every installment of that series had me so incredibly soft I probably could have cried.
And finally, @randomslasher I really love your writing. Your fic, Starved was one of the first I read in the fandom and I adored every single word. I haven’t actually had the chance to really sit down and binge any of your work that I could find, but I plan on fixing that soon. It’s also?? Really nice to see an older fander! As someone in their twenties and constantly seeing how young everyone is, it’s comforting knowing I’m not the only one!
That’s everyone I wasn’t scared of bothering! Everyone who I wanted to shower in my love for their work (and affection for the people I talk to!) This isn’t really in any particular order, beyond me separating the people I talk to from the people I don’t. This post is massive, but I hope everyone enjoys my appreciation for their content!
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sevens-evan · 4 years
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can i ask multiple. buffy, faith, adora, catra, bow, glimmer, tara, cordelia, angel, dawn, entrapta, mara
i already covered the best friend squad here
putting this under a cut since it got long askdghdslk
buffy
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
buffy is one of my comfort characters tbh, i love her so fuckig much. this is another one where i can’t say anything abt her character that hasn’t already been said. i think the way her story is structured, the way she gets better and better at being the slayer and accepts it as her life but never truly wants it, is very relatable to me in some really weird ways? like i relate to her in a trans way. not fully anymore, because i’ve gotten to the point where i would choose being trans over anything else, but it took me years of learning how to navigate the world of being trans and getting better at defending myself/being myself to get here, and those were years in which i spent a lot of time watching btvs. it’s not an exaggeration to say that buffy helped me through it.
faith
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
you already KNOW i love faith. i mean i’ve written abt 160k words of sotd at this point, and that fic is faith’s story. it’s a fuffy story, but it’s about faith, and i think that kinda says it all. she’s my favorite fictional character of all time, easily. no contest.
tara
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
okay listen i love tara, it’s impossible not to love tara. but i think i’m more invested in fanon interpretations of her than canon tara. like, she was underwritten and underutilized in the show. i love what we did get, and i think fans have taken those scraps and run with them and created a beautiful character, but a Lot of what i love about tara is fandom invention or extrapolation.
cordelia
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
i’m not super invested in cordelia as a character....i mean she’s iconic and hilarious and whenever’s she’s onscreen i am guaranteed to be screaming, but i don’t spend the later seasons of btvs wishing she was around, y’know? i also never finished ats so i’m probably missing a good chunk of her character arc (although from what i’ve heard i’m not missing anything Good on that show in terms of cordelia), but from what i’ve seen, i like her but i’m not, like, obsessed.
angel
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
sdghaslkdjg listen angel is so boring okay. like i just. don’t care. i was a bangel shipper when i was like 14 because i was trying to convince myself that david boreanaz was hot. i got over it. i just think he’s boring!! even on ats, he comes onscreen and i start checking twitter. i simply do not care. i guess i want him alive bc it’d be kinda sad if he died but i’m just. indifferent
dawn
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
i feel unique in this fandom because everyone either fucking hates dawn or defends her with a passion. i don’t care about her. i get what they were going for with her being an overwhelmed, traumatized teenage girl, and i think they hit the mark. i don’t find her annoying because i empathize with her issues, but i also don’t find her interesting because. i don’t know. i just don’t care that much.
entrapta
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
aslkjdghsak i’m just not that interested in entrapta tbh. i think part of it is that her voice annoys me, and part of it is that a lot of her midseries scenes were with hordak, and every time hordak is onscreen my brain just checks the fuck out because i literally could not care about him with a gun to my head. idk, i liked her as friends with scorpia and catra before that all went downhill, and i think a lot of her lines are funny (that bit where it’s heavily implied she’s gonna fuck the space ship??? made me scream) but i don’t really feel much towards her as a character
mara
who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 
okay i feel like i can’t rate mara on this scale because in the scope of the show mara is more of a plot device than a character. i think she’s an excellently used plot device, that bit in the crimson waste where the hologram of her just says “i am mara, she-ra of etheria, and i am gone” over and over gives me CHILLS. but we don’t really get any of her personality from the show. HOWEVER in the roots that sleep i have essentially given her the personality of my high school english teacher, in which case 1000/10 i love her a lot
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canonconspiracy · 5 years
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Fusion (Jasper x Reader)
Fandom: Steven Universe
Pairing: Jasper x Reader
Warnings: None
Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21​ (Will be cross-posting on my wattpad under the same username).
AN: By the way, this is the first time that I’m using the “read more” function, and am crossing my fingers hoping that it will work properly. This is my first SU one shot. 
Wanted to be tagged: @mr--link
Alone.
You were once one of home world’s greatest fighters, in your dainty form you had made a great sword fighter.  Your gem always glimmered proudly over your heart, and even in your current state it still had.  Maybe it was your symbol to keep going - to keep trying to find someone to get back to home world.  In the same sense, maybe home world had abandoned you after the war.  
You wondered if maybe you were just abandoned and left for dead - left on the same Earth that held the Rose Quarts that shattered your Diamond.  There was a point that you simply thought of just giving up - multiple points, actually, but something in you drove you.  As you walked upon what these humans referred to as a beach, you noticed a large hand crashing down to the Earth, and panic began to fill you.  
Panic and dread filled your body, coursing through you as you attempted to run.  The ship itself would crash nearly on top of you, and though you were a gem - what if you had cracked - shattered even from the impact of a homeworld ship.  You had barely made it out of the ship’s path, some debris covering your lower half, making you scream out in pain.  Shockingly for you, you could hear voices ring out behind you, seemingly alive, though the ship had crashed so harshly.  
You tried to squirm and move out from under the debris, while someone lifted the debris so quickly that you could almost miss the warmth of the object upon your legs.  Your y/e/c eyes shot back to see who your savior - or not so savior had been.  It was the fusion who had saved you, as you had learned during the war time.  She had a kind smile upon her face, though, while the remainder of her group came over to your aid.  
“You’re not hurt, are you?” what looked like a human boy had said in concern, looking you over as you began to rise to your feet.  This odd bunch was definitely not your rescue team to bring you back to homeworld, though the shockingly kind faces threw you off.  
“I-I’m fine,” you said quickly, before lifting yourself to your feet.  You had been thankful, though you knew you were with the rebellion.  The rebellion who had shattered your Pink Diamond.  Somehow, they all looked so kind, and yet, you were so unsure.  After a moment of debate, you murmured out a soft, barely audible, “Thanks.”
Green fire still burned all around you and the group, and you could hear an all-too familiar voice speak up, bringing everyone’s attention.  “Don’t think you’ve won,” you could hear a Jasper speak out in a pained, yet determined tone.  There was no doubt that this was the Jasper that you fought along side in the war - the woman that you looked up to.  For that matter, she was the one that you had expected to press for a rescue team, though you may have expected too much.  
You simply gaped at the woman, while the remainder of the group around you had gotten into fighting stances.  There was a battle about to go down around you, and yet you could not stop staring.  “You only beat me because you’re a fusion,” she continued to say to the group, likely the fabled Garnet that was made up of a rouge Ruby and Sapphire.  This gem, of course, was no longer fabled as she stood before you in all her glory.  “If I had someone to fuse with, I’d-.”
Her eyes had caught the fact, as she was finally noticing everything around, that you were standing there dumbfounded.  Jasper’s eyes widened as she stared you down, before her idea had come to place.  “Y/N!” she said excitedly, causing your cheeks to heat up with blush.  The other gems around you gasped and gaped at you.  The Jasper that you had fought beside came to you at a quickened pace, and the gems beside you had been too shocked to even stop the woman from taking your small arm firmly in her grasp, pulling you up to eye level with her.  
You were dangling by your arm, staring directly into her amber eyes, complete with a toothy grin.  “Jasper,” you whispered out with a gentle smile upon your face, despite the rough treatment.  “I never thought I’d see you - or any gem, honestly - again.”  It was true that you had been left after the war, but your heart swelled with something different than loneliness for the first time in over a thousand years.  
“Listen, Y/N, fuse with me,” she said quickly, confident with a side of desperation.  
You could not help but feel your face fill with blush as you heard her words.  It was so forbidden to fuse with another gem - a gem that was not of your own kind.  In the same sense, it had been forbidden for you to love the Jasper that you fought for, and yet you had, silently in shame.  Maybe that was why no one came for you - and yet, here you were, being asked to fuse with the strong woman before you as she had you dangling.  “What?” you asked in disbelief,  despite the fact that you were actually considering her offer internally.  When reality had seeped into your mind, a pit of anger began bubbling inside of you.  “Fuse with you?  You left me on this rock to die.  I’ve been alone here since the war itself.”
“You should know as well as anyone that a Jasper can’t push for a rescue mission,” she argued.  “These gems are the reason the war started in the first place.  That weird bodied gem is Rose Quartz in disguise!  Fuse with me and get your revenge on the rebels.”
By this point, the large woman had set you down, allowing you to decide for yourself.  You glanced to the crystal gems, hearing the one that supposedly was Rose say, “Don’t do it! I’m not my mother.”  Then you glanced back to Jasper, an expectant look in her amber stare.  She gave you a half smile to reassure you, and you glanced back to the crystal gems once more.  They had been the reason you were trapped - that war coming to be - and yet, you were conflicted.  If you were to fuse with Jasper, would you not be a traitor as well?
How much did you desire the idea of being one with the woman that you fell in love with on the battlefield, though.  You would have died for her - been shattered for her - and you had the opportunity to do the one unheard of thing with her.  Taking in a shaky breath, you held a shaking hand out to her, palm up in acceptance.  The rebel gems gasped once more, and you felt your face turn to fire with the blush upon your face as you could not meet Jasper’s gaze.  Jasper’s mouth curved into a sharp toothy grin as she reached her hand out to grab your own.  
Jasper’s large hand took yours in a strong grip, bringing you close to her.  As the two of you danced, it was mostly you moving around her almost fluidly.  What she had not expected as the two of you were doing your fusion dance was when she dipped you, instead of turning to the rebels and glaring like she had planned, she was pulled down into your lips.  The taste upon her lips was indescribable, only lasting for a few moments as the two of you melded into a fusion.  
The two of you had formed a four armed giant woman, adorning her long white hair with streaks of y/h/c hair.  For a moment, the two of you simply admired what you had become together.  The feeling of being together - being one - was indescribable.  You melded into Jasper, and she you.  Instead of fighting you for control, she found herself taken aback by the beautiful self the two of you created - so powerful, and so well meshed.  
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