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kaimeioneclipse · 1 year

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Black Christmas 🎄

Pairing: Wednesday x You (any gender)

Summary: It's the Holiday season and this time you are spending it at Nevermore Academy since your folks aren't around this year. Wednesday and the rest of the crew are also at Nevermore this year so you decided to do something special for your Girlfriend, Wednesday Addams.

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You knock on a dorm door on Christmas night the stillness in the air made you reminisce of home. you lived outside the city but your quiet town wasn't too bad, The quiet nights with barely any cars driving through and the falling snow made you feel calm.

You hear the door begin to unlock and you see a bubbly blonde girl with colorful dyed hair opens the door. "Oh hey Y/N! I'm just now heading down to the Holiday party with Thing." You can see the stitched-up hand on Enid's shoulder waving at you with his index finger.

"Hey Thing." you say to him "Wednesday inside?" You ask the two

"Yea you know Ms. Gloomy, typing away at her typewriter," says Enid with her sarcastic but bubbly grin

"I can hear you" you can hear Wednesday exclaim from inside the room

"Good luck and don't miss out on the holiday party! We definitely need you and Wednesday to complete our dancing crew"

Thing begins to tap on Enid's as if he is asking if he was a part of the dance crew.

"Of course, Thing. I can't wait to tear it up with you" She says as they begin to walk down the hallways leading to the party below in Nevermore's halls.

You walk in to see the half-colorful and half-black room the two girls share. As Enid said there was Wednesday typing away at her typewriter. You get closer and look at the sheets of paper that were typed and put to the side of her desk or the papers that were thrown away in the waste bin.

"How's the story going?" You ask

The ding of the of typewriter hits the emptiness of the room and Wednesday takes the page out and crumbles it up and throws it on the floor.

"Not that great huh?" you say as you pick up the crumpled paper and check its contents. "Wow, you are writing a Christmas section of your book?"

"Viper's partner has invited her to a Christmas gathering. I cant seem to put into words of a Christmas celebration other than setting fire to a tree and dancing on the ashes as my mother and father would do." She exclaims while putting in a new sheet of paper in the typewriter.

After you and Wednesday decided to begin dating her writing shifted a bit from being a loner. She added two new characters that help her solve her cases. A ragtag sweet talker who had the strength of 40 men and Viper's partner that always has her back. Clearly, you could tell it was based on you and Enid, Wednesady would never admit it though.

As Wednesday begins to write up another attempt of doing this section of the story. You put your hand on hers and say "How about a break?" "Let's go to the party downstairs. It could be a lot of fun" you say to her but she seems reluctant to go downstairs and deal with all the bright lights and happy times.

"No. I rather work on this section. The sooner the better I don't have to worry about this Christmas fiasco" she said. You grab her chair and spin her around to look at you. "Wednesday it's Christmas. It's time to spend time with the people you love. Your family is in the Real Bermuda Triangle....Whatever that means. So you are here with me Enid and Thing."

Wednesday looks at you with open eyes, her pupils were as dark as the midnight sky. "How about this you come with me to give you your Christmas gift and if you are still not up to the Christmas spirit, then you can go back to wringing your story" you say.

Wednesday gets up from her chair with her platform black boots. "Deal" she replies and puts on her black jacket.

"By the way, You have to close your eyes" you explain

After 10 mins of leading Wednesday through hallways and stairs. You finally make it. "Ok just hold on a few seconds," you say as you begin to shift around moving things and putting things into place. You move behind her and slowly say "Ok....open them"

Wednesday slowly opens to see the Nightshade room has been turned into a dark morbid Christmas Addams wonderland. Wednesday was stunned but as you know no emotion shows on her face. "I tried to do my best with what I had. Was tricky getting the Christmas tree black, let's just say it's a huge fire hazard."

In the middle of the room, there is a black Christmas tree that has been littered with skull ornaments. scorpions, severed baby doll heads.

"This is absolute, dark, horrid, and downright distasteful.....I love it" said Wednesday with a slight smirk as she looked at the Christmas tree. Every Ornament seemed to be brought from a shop from in town. Then Wednesday notices an ornament that seems to be a picture of You, Wednesday, Enid, Thing, Eugene Xavier and Bianca/ She raised her hand to put it on the Christmas tree and the picture as she got closer "Ash... you sprinkled ash on it"

"Yea, since we can't burn it I burned a couple branches on the campus grounds and brought the ashes here. The Groundskeepers are not gonna be happy with the scorched earth." you said as you started to rummage through a bag that was on a chair nearby. a black skinny rectangle present with a silver bow and ribbon was taken out the bag.

"Hey" you say to Wednesday.

She turns around to see you holding out a present to her.

"What's this all about?" she asks

"Merry Christmas," you say with a bright smile on her face and hand it over to Wednesday

She opens them and begins to widen her eyes it's a picture of you and her and you got her a hardcover Notepad with a Raven standing on top of a skull with her initials on it.

"Just a little something to have me always with you and while you are gone something to write when you don't want to move over to the typewriter." you say.

Wednesday looks at the picture of you two, the day was very special for her. This was the day you both did a cemetery date on a full moon. It was interesting to watch the Wolf Pack wolf out and have a great time. You made ink black pasta which took you a couple mistakes until you got it right but it was worth it.

"Thank you," she said with her normal Wednesday tone. She looked around and put her picture of you two down then reached inside the book and found an ink fountain pen inside. She began to write inside the book. You tried to look over her shoulder but she was blocking it with her small stature.

She got up and held the book to her chest.

"You ok?" you ask

She turned around to face you and held up the book and opened up the first page to show you a page writing that says "You are the candle in my dark ice path in the night. I love you, Merry Christmas." You smile at the gesture, Wednesday pulls the book down to reveal her face and shows she was slightly blushing but still had her half-dead emotionless face.

"I love you too Wednesday....my" You say then try to remember what her father says to her mother. "Mi Caria"

She smiles and chuckles at your horrible pronunciation but you did your best. "Mon Cher" she says laying the book down on the chair and hugs you and looks up at you.

You take out your cell phone and begin to play some classical music to dance to from a nearby Bluetooth speaker. You hold up your hand and grab it and you dance and look into the eyes of each other. Wednesday lays her head on your chest as you dance and you smile since you never felt so vulnerable and loved from one person.

"I think i know how im going to end that section of the story now with Viper." Wednesday says to you as you two continue to dance.

"Oh how so...." you say looking down at her

Wednesday Addams the little dark starlight of Nevermore Academy looks into you with her black eyes as if she is pulling you in with magic.

"Like this" she says as she places her hands on the sides of your face and pulls you towards her and kisses you on the lips. She is usually super cold but this time her lips are warm as if she is melting away any ice between you two.

"Now that is my kind of ending" you smile and so does she. "Wanna go to the holiday party, I know Enid and Thing are waiting on us" as you gesture towards the top of the stairs to go back to the school.

Wednesday nods "But I have a Christmas present for you back in my room....Well, two now. So we have to get that first"

"Awesome! I can't wait to see what it is." You exclaim

"Let's just say one of them you are going to need to stretch." she says with a smirk

(Didn't think I would be able to write another Wednesday story. I just finished watching the show and wow loved it. For this one, everyone is aged up just because of the way it ends.

Its Christmas and i wanted to write another story. So here we are. It was a fun one to do after my Christmas events. So it was a good time. The funny thing about this story is it was going to be short then turned into this ahaha. But either way if you have any ideas for another story hit the Ask button below!

Thanks and love you all and be sure to leave a comment on the story to help me improve. I know I'm not the best writer but its fun.)

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cherish--these--times · 11 months

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Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.

Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.

Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.

AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.

FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!

The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.

Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!

Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!

Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."

One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!

Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!

One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)

"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"

Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"

Sam's friend about relationships:

"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."

Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.

Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!

Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.

ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.

Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."

There's even a mention of Horticulture!

We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.

"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."

I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk

#tedbecca #ted x rebecca #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso speculation #i trust in the eyebrows

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st4rry-fruitz · 1 year

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no bc a reply to a previous post of mine actually has me thinking now lol. the qsmp being a sort of "bermuda triangle" -esque area kinda makes sense.. like boats and planes crashing once they get near the island is suspicious... and what's to say new members don't also crash land into the island as well 🤔 this doesn't have to be anything serious either maybe the island just has some insane gravitational pull LMAO

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #sorta?#lol i just saw another post saying this as well 😭 my b

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twixnmix · 2 years

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David Bowie and Twiggy photographed by Justin de Villeneuve in Paris, 1973.

Justin de Villeneuve:

Bowie was working on Pin Ups in Paris, so we flew there to do the shoot. When Twigs and Bowie were together and lit up, I looked through the viewfinder and realised that David was pure white, whereas Twiggy was tanned from a holiday in Bermuda. There was a moment of panic because I knew it would look bizarre; but the makeup artist suggested drawing masks on them, and this worked out even better.

I remember distinctly that I'd got it with the first shot. It was too good to be true. When I showed Bowie the test Polaroids, he asked if he could use it for the Pin Ups record sleeve. I said: "I don't think so, since this is for Vogue. How many albums do you think you will sell?" "A million," he replied. "This is your next album cover!" I said. When I got back to London and told Vogue, they never spoke to me again. Several weeks later, Twigs and I were driving along Sunset Boulevard and we passed a 60ft billboard of the picture. I knew I had made the right decision.

#david bowie #twiggy #ziggy stardust #1973 #1970s music #1970s #seventies #glamrock #pin ups

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motomamita · 1 year

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Blood, Sweat and Ice. Part 2.

Part. 1

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: When eddie thought he had everything under control, the past returns putting everything at risk.

Warnings: smut, +18, manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of depression, cursing, idk sis.

Do not translate or copy this!

6 months later.

The summer sun was beating down with all its heat that afternoon in Hawkins. For that reason, almost all of the citizens were inside the StarCourt enjoying the air conditioning and the various varieties of food to enjoy the heat.

Eddie Munson was no exception. Sitting in one of the comfortable seats at Scoops Ahoy, he directed his gaze to the clock on the wall and the entrance to the premises. She would have to be arriving at any moment, and so she was.

(Y/n) was present at the premises when the clock reached 15:30 in the afternoon. She was wearing a white tank top that perfectly matched her torso. Eddie had seen her wearing that same garment a few days ago when he saw her leave class. She entered the place head down and trying to make as little eye contact as possible with the people who were there. To the rest she was invisible, but to Eddie she had become his whole world.

He continued to observe her clothing, surprised to see her wearing Bermuda shorts that reached above her knees. It was the first time in the last 6 months that she wore something that showed her legs, or at least a large part of them. Eddie knew this very well because he had been following her ever since. However, that garment seemed not to be to her liking because she was wearing a summer kimono that reached her ankles, hiding the multiple and visible scars. The summer heat had forced her to wear something cooler, but the insecurity on her legs led her to try to hide it as much as possible.

Eddie couldn't help but pout in saddnes. He adored her legs, and it seemed sad to see how hidden she was because of her insecurity. After all, those marks were for him a memory of the first contact with her.

(Y/n) approached the counter and hugged herself, hiding her legs with the long garment and admiring the variety of flavors. Robin Buckley wasted no time in approaching her to take her order. Eddie got up quickly from his place and walked up to them, standing next to (y/n) at a good distance.

"I recommend the lemon one. It is usually the most requested in this hot season." Robin spoke, looking up and meeting Eddie's watchful gaze.

"It's true, the lemon one is my favourite." Eddie commented placing one of his hands in the back pocket of his pants.

The attention of both girls went directly to him, especially that of (y/n) who had not noticed his presence near her. There was a silence that was interrupted by Steve Harrington, who had been watching a restless Eddie for half an hour.

"I'll take care of her, go to the cash register Robin." He ordered with a serious expression on his face, he didn't like Eddie's presence there. Much less close to (y/n) because he, like the whole group, knew what Eddie had done.

Robin didn't refuse and walked away, leaving the 3 of them in a tense silence.

"I think…I think I'll go for the lemon one." She timidly talked, puzzled by the whole situation. Steve nodded and began to assemble the ice cream.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who constantly flushed.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who instantly blushed.

"We don't do charity here, Munson. You have to pay to order." Harrington replied curtly.

"Who said I had no money, huh?" He asked amused as he took out a 2 for 1 coupon from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. "I'm going to pay for her ice cream, and you're going to give me mine for free."

"No need, I can pay for it myself..." (y/n) was interrupted by Eddie's voice.

"My treat, it's not every day you see girls as pretty as you, sweetheart." Eddie stroked her hair lovingly as she whispered 'thank you', surprised by his words. "Hurry up Big Boy, I don't want our sundaes to melt."

Steve tightened his grip on the spoon and bit down on her inner cheek, grudgingly complying.

And so, they both sat at one of the tables alone and began to get to know each other. Well, rather, Eddie reviewed almost all of (y/n)'s life as she told him about it, believing that this was new to him. The fact was that Eddie knew everything about her, or at least most of the events in her life since the last 6 months. He knew it was Billy Hargrove who found her in the locker room bleeding until she fell unconscious. He knew that the attack was the topic of conversation in all of Hawkins for at least the next 3 months. Billy had been singled out by the main culprit in the early days because of his reputation until evidence to the contrary was proven. Hargrove was released and it didn't take him long to accompany (y/n) for the first few weeks until he walked away from her, stating that he no longer felt the same way.

For her part, (y/n) had spent weeks in intensive care due to the severity of the cuts. Eddie had come to hurt part of her tendons, questioning whether she would be able to walk once she recovered. Miraculously, (y/n) was able to walk normally despite the discouraging initial diagnosis. However, her legs no longer had the strength of before, and that led her to never be able to ice skate again. Eddie knew that the news caused (y/n) to fall into a severe depression that led her to attend therapy every Thursday afternoon. There were also consequences due to the notable scars on her legs and the insecurity that showed them to the world. And finally there was the fear that this attacker would hurt her again. Because yes, the police never found a culprit despite having a lot of evidence and witnesses in front of their noses. So that incident had been forgotten by most, and that was in Eddie's favor.

Munson did not rest in those last months. Since that fateful night in the locker room, he had not stopped thinking about that girl. On her lips, her body and everything that had to do with her. He not only wanted to know more, but he also wanted to have her again. He wanted to be able to be a part of her life because she, without knowing it, was already a part of his. For that same reason, he investigated and followed her until he was finally able to approach her again. And this time, he would never let her go.

1 year later.

"Why are you in such a rush, Eds? I couldn't finish eating my birthday cake!" (y/n) groaned laughing as Eddie led her by the hand jogging back to his truck, away from the restaurant.

"Don't worry about it, I have a present at home that you will love!"

Eddie had accomplished his mission; now (y/n) was his girlfriend. Since that afternoon at Scoops Ahoy they had become inseparable and it wasn't long before they formalized a serious relationship. Eddie had managed to gain her absolute trust, and she had decided to give this boy a chance, who seemed to be everything she needed. Eddie adapted so that he could provide her with everything she needed, while she was more surprised every day by how right he seemed to be for her. He left substance and drug abuse behind, changing it to a total obsession with (y/n). He got a job as a guitar teacher in a school for children with different needs, and thus managed to earn a good reputation not only with the citizens but also with the parents of (y/n). She, for her part, was in her last year of high school and was preparing to teach as well, being an ice skating teacher for the younger children. Everything seemed to be going well, if not for Eddie's 'friends'.

Eddie drove to (y/n's) house. Once they got out of the truck, he covered her eyes with his bandana and helped her walk into the house. Laughing and stumbling they reached the living room, he removed the bandana from her eyes and the lights in the room came on.

"Surprise!" They yelled in unison.

There were Eddie's 'friends', who soon became friends with (y/n) after the two started dating. There were balloons everywhere and colored garlands were falling from the ceiling. Nancy Wheeler held a birthday cake in her hands with several candles burning and waiting to be blown out. (Y/n) didn't take long to approach and turn them off, she was still surprised by the presence of all her friends there. Robin Buckley was quick to put a birthday hat on (y/n), who laughed as Eddie struggled with his own hair to get into his own. Jonathan Byers wasted no time in helping Nancy with the cake, bringing plates and silverware to start cutting it.

Soon, everyone made themselves comfortable in the armchairs and tasted the cake while chatting calmly. (Y/n) was listening intently to Nancy talking about her upcoming skating competition. After the incident, the competition was postponed until weeks later, where Nancy won first place and began her winning streak until today.

"Well, well, well. We're tired of hearing how you win all the competitions, Nancy. We already know how talented you are." Eddie applauded drawing everyone's attention and winking mischievously at the one with curlers. "I think it's time for my girl to say a few words." He ran his hand over the bare thighs of (y/n), who had decided to put on a dress that showed much of her legs. "Come on, say something." He cheer her up

She put the plate on the table and quickly looked at everyone, looking for the words to start talking.

"Well, first of all I want to thank you guys for this beautiful surprise that you prepared for me. Seriously, I didn't expect it..."

"It was my idea." Eddie reported proud of how well all his preparations went. (Y/n) smiled at him and kept talking.

"This last year was one of the best of my life, counting this birthday." She couldn't hide her smile. "I never thought I would meet such wonderful people in my life, I am lucky to have them by my side."

Eddie reached out with one of his hands and smoothed (y/n's) hair, drawing his full attention.

"And Eddie...I really don't know where my life would be without you." Those present looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, uncomfortable. "After what happened to me I thought no one would ever love me or accept me again. But you did and I am grateful to you."

"Oh my girl..." Eddie whispered with a small smile on his face.

"I am sure that destiny brought us together to never separate us. I am very happy with you." (y/n) smiled embarrassed at how cheesy her speech had become.

Eddie laughed and soon hugged her tight, hiding her head on his chest. Nancy and Jonathan smiled awkwardly, while Robin played with one of the goblins to avoid making visual contact with Eddie.

"I think it's time for everyone to go home." Steve Harrington spoke for the first time, tired of all the charade Eddie had gotten them into.

"So early? I wanted you to stay and open my presents." (y/n) pouted and got up from her place, imitating her friends who began to collect their jackets and bags.

"For next year it will be." Robin spoke walking towards the entrance.

"Besides, I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to do while your parents are away, (y/n)." Nancy commented mischievously, playfully tapping her friend's shoulder.

"That's right. Now, go, go, go!" Eddie pushed them slightly out of the house while the others said goodbye.

At midnight, Eddie got ready to wash the dishes while (y/n) opened the gifts that were on the table one by one. There were several and each one had the name of whoever brought it. Nancy and Jonathan brought her an agenda so that (y/n) could organize herself with her first skating classes. Robin gave her a record by her favorite band, and Steve several Scoops Ahoys coupons. (Y/n) smiled and placed each gift lovingly to one side. There was only one letter left on the table. She grabbed it and noticed that it had no name of who had made it. She was about to yell at Eddie to ask if it was his but stopped when she heard him sing while he was still in the kitchen.

Carefully, she opened the letter, took out the paper inside, and began to read.

'Eddie was the one who attacked you in the locker room. Nancy paid him to do it so she could win the competition. Now he's obsessed with you. Everyone in the group knows but no one dares to tell you. Be careful with Eddie.'

Her mind went blank, trying to process what she had read. It wasn't until Eddie's voice pulled her out of the trance, startling her.

"I'm done cleaning, now I want my dessert.. What are you reading?"

(Y/n) moved her hand to prevent Eddie from grabbing the letter but he was quicker, taking it from her hands and reading it instantly. When Eddie looked back at his girlfriend, she was glassy-eyed and shaking with fear or rage, or maybe both. He tried to get closer but she jerked back.

"Love... I don't know who dared to write such an atrocity but I swear..." Eddie put his hands to his chest and put on his best face of innocence.

"Do you swear to me what? That you will find him and attack him like you did me?" She raised her voice annoyed at his hypocrisy. "Are you going to cut off his hands? His neck, huh? Tell me Eddie! Why did you do it?! Why?!" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I would never be capable of something like that, you know me..." Eddie took a few steps closer and crouched down, trying not to look threatening to her.

"No, the truth is that I don't know you at all." Quickly all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.

"Of course you do know me..."

"No, I only know the version you created to get to me. The version you used to gain my trust, my love, my life!" Eddie shook his head slightly, trying to convince her that she was wrong. "My life, Eddie! How much did my life cost? My legs and my career? 100 bucks? 200? Or maybe a blowjob from Nancy?"

"God, no! What are you talking about!? I... I never..." Eddie stammered nervously.

"Tell me it wasn't you." She spoke stern. "Tell me you weren't the one who abused me and ruined my life that night. Tell me, Eddie."

A sepulchral silence formed in the room. (Y/n) heard the beating of her own heart at a thousand per hour. Eddie was trying to talk to himself that he could still deny everything and fix the situation. Lie.

"I... I didn't..." He whispered looking into her eyes but he couldn't make eye contact. He was screwed. "Shit, shit, shit." Eddie looked down and hit his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

(Y/n) sobbed when she saw that it was all true. She had been dating the attacker, the person who ruined her life forever. She took advantage of the moment that Eddie was still distracted to get out of there. She wanted to run, she wanted to escape from him. Walk away. She tried to go out the door but Eddie blocked her.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice came out grim. "To take refuge with your friends?" Eddie clenched his fist angrily.

"Anywhere is better if I'm far from you." She muttered angrily, staring at him. Eddie's eyes were no longer sweet and tender, but cold and full of hate.

"Are you going to sleep with idiot Steve?" Eddie looked down, taking a better look at the girl who was trying to calm down.

"Maybe." She responded defiantly.

"I'm sure it was him who wrote that. Damn bastard." He bit his lips angrily and looked at a fixed point on the wall. "You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" He looked at her again.

(Y/n) took a breath and pushed Eddie hard, out of her way and heading towards the front door. She heard his hurried footsteps behind her until he took her arm, holding her in place.

"Without me you are nobody, (y/n)." She turned to look at him in surprise. "Everything you have is thanks to ME."

"It isn't true." Eddie gave a mocking laugh when he saw her hurt by his words.

"Your 'friends' were mine first. Without me you would not have found your passion for teaching skating either..."

"You cut off my legs!" She interrupted him now crying with rage.

"I know, I know! I was wrong, maybe, I don't know!" Eddie raised his voice even higher, scaring her. "But thanks to that now you're better with me. Or do you think that Hargrove would have dated you longer? He only saw you as a hole to discharge his sexual desires."

"Don't talk about Billy..." Tears fell from the girl's eyes.

"Look at him now! He left as soon as he saw your legs! He can't bear the thought of being with someone like you!" Eddie brought his other hand to the girl's cheek. "On the other hand, I loved you from the moment I saw you on the track. And even more after your recovery." He softened the tone of his voice, trying not to scare her further. "I really love you, (y/n). I was the one who helped you not to feel ashamed of who you are, but proud of being able to get out of a situation like this."

"You doomed me, Eddie." She cry.

"No, no, no. I didn't." Eddie knelt in front of her, bringing his hands to her waist and holding on tight. "I was responsible for us being together now, happy with each other. Don't you see, I adore you with all my damn soul. I was wrong, I admit it. But this is not the time to repent and look back, there is keep going."

(y/n) brought one of her hands to Eddie's cheek, caressing him. I was falling into his trap again. Falling before the king of manipulation that was Edwards Munson.

"What I want most now is a future with you and no one else. But I need you to trust me, that you know how to forgive me and accept that everything I did was because I love you." Eddie whispered as the first tears began to fall from his brown eyes. "Say it, love. Say you trust me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes, focusing on Eddie's caresses on her waist and on his sobs. She was not going to deny it, she loved him very much.

"I trust you." She finally spoke opening her eyes and looking at him. Eddie smiled happily, stopping crying.

"To show you how much I love you, I want to start over with you, (y/n). Hawkins is no longer safe for us." She shook her head slightly, according to his words. "There are a lot of people here who want to hurt us. Hurt you. And I'm not going to allow that."

"What will we do then?" She asked, totally swayed by him.

"We're getting the fuck out of this town. We're going to Houston." Eddie stated, still kneeling in front of her.

"Houston?.."

"I have money saved, we can buy the tickets and go together. I have some friends there who can give us a hand, until I get a job." Eddie already had everything planned for weeks. It was smelled that someone would end up telling the truth.

"And the skating?.."

"You can teach there. I know that there are many more opportunities there and several tracks need teachers. I want you to fulfill your dream." Eddie took one of his hands and put it on her belly, caressing it. "We can start a family. We can start now. I know how much you love children, and so do I. What do you say, is that what you want?" He looked at her with his doggy eyes, completely convincing her.

"Yes, Eddie. I want to start a family with you, far, far away from here."

"That's my girl." Eddie growled, picking her up in a bridal fashion and carrying her to her room.

Both undressed between kisses, caresses and praises. Eddie took the opportunity to offer special affection to her legs, biting them lightly and leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. No more was needed, she was ready.

Eddie plunged his eager cock into her, sighing in pleasure at the same time. He barely gave her a few seconds to adjust before moving his hips in a desperate rhythm, reaching deep inside her. He was anxious to make her his, to start a family and have her by his side forever.

"God, I can't imagine a life without you. Agh!" Eddie whimpered, burying his head in her neck. "You're perfect, perfect for me. And this pussy is too..."

The thrusting didn't stop, and neither did the moans. (Y/n) was so absorbed by the pleasure that she couldn't speak, barely understanding what Eddie whispered to her.

"Fuck Hargrove and Harrington. You're mine, all mine." Eddie got up and placed one of his hands on her waist, thrusting into her hard. "I will never let you go." He murmured, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Ed...Eddie!" She moaned, bringing her hand to his wet curls, caressing him and keeping him as close as possible to her.

Eddie lowered the hand that was on her waist and rubbed in quick circles (y/n)'s swollen clit. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her back arched and her eyes closed with pleasure.

"That's right, that's right. I'm going to cum inside you, my girl. I'm going to give you my children as many times as it takes." Eddie closed his eyes as he felt her contract around him. "You're going to give me some beautiful babies. So cute I won't stop until I have 10 mini Eddies running all over the house."

(Y/n) hugged him around the waist with her legs, pulling him closer and making the thrusts even deeper, hitting her cervix with his cock. That took her to the limit, coming hard even with Eddie fucking her.

"Good girl, that's it. You'll be the most beautiful mom all of Houston is ever going to see. All those bitches are going to be jealous of you and how adorable you'll look with my son in your belly." (y/n) nodded her head quickly, shaken by her orgasm. Eddie looked into her eyes, bringing his hand to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat.

"Give me your babies, Eddie! Please, please..." she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and pulling a loud moan from his mouth.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." He repeated until his orgasm arrived.

A hoarse moan escaped Eddie's throat as his warm cum filled (y/n's) tight cunt. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the new sensation and the future together. Eddie joined their foreheads still breathing hard and still without coming out of it, he really wanted to make sure to get her pregnant.

Once they both managed to calm down, they lay in their arms around each other and stared at the ceiling. Silent until Eddie decided to speak.

"I have a present for you." He muttered with his hoarse voice. He slowly got out of bed under her watchful eye and approached until he took something out of one of the pockets of his jacket. "Here." He spread it out.

(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the small silver box in front of her. Without waiting any longer, she opened it anxiously to find a necklace of the same color. From it dangled a charm of a skate, along with a small 'E'.

"Do you like it?" Eddie asked with a smile on his face.

"I love it! It's beautiful, Eds!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks thanks!"

"The best for my girl. Now, let me put it on you."

(Y/n) turned around and Eddie carefully placed the collar on her. Turning around, they both admired the gift in silence, still stunned by it all.

"I can't wait to start a new life with you, a better one." She murmured looking at him in love. Eddie smiled at her, caressing her lips and chin gently.

"Me neither, beautiful."

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #dark!eddie munson

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 months

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Perfect Paradise Ch.14:

The Risen are Ridden with Rhythm and Dance

Summary: On the Shadow Path.

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"How disturb-ox," Caramba muttered, rubbing the "chin" of his short, round, yellow exosuit.

Looking through the data on his other arm's wrist screen. Caramba paced the length of the Chaos. Occasionally glancing at the waters of the Seine below.

"How did they open a vortex without a Blix?' Carapace asked.

"They didn't," Cece slid down the mast onto the main deck of the Chaos. "The astronomical rings you described are an Aerian dimensional anchor. They must've waited for a vortex to open in the general vicinity of France and redirected it to Paris."

Rena Rouge smacked her fist into her palm. "That's why it didn't close! They were keeping the vortex open because it was their only way back."

"But what were they after?" Carapace asked.

"You have a matriarch in that zoo of yours don'tcha?" Zak pointed out.

"The Blix? Isn't it a bit big?" Rena held her hands up and moved them apart to represent the relative size of the giant jellyfish and the pirate ship.

"Never stopped them from trying before," Cece replied.

"An entire dimension between her and the Triangle and these boneheads still can't leave her alone. Typical," Zak muttered.

"I hear you dude," Carapace said.

"It was definitely one of Caligo's missing ships." Caramba pulled his robotic limbs in and rolled his spherical exosuit towards Cece. Popping back to his feet and showing her his wrist screen. "Look at the engine signature."

"Caligo?" Rena asked.

"Admiral Caligo. He's the only skeleton with an eye patch," Zak explained.

Rena Rouge's brow furrowed. "Why would a skeleton need an eye patch?"

"What's more surprising is that you can detect anything at all, little dude," Carapace said.

Caramba opened the face screen of his exosuit. The small green alien grinned, single antenna bobbing. "Wahoolian technology is far more advance-ox than Earth standard. The only civilization that comes close is- No, I shouldn't say."

"Spoilsport," Rena muttered, disappointed at not getting a hint.

"If my calculations are correct the rate at which viable vortexes are appearing outside the Bermuda Triangle is stabilizing," Caramba stated.

"That's good. Right? That sounds good," Carapace observed.

"It's within expectations," Caramba shrugged.

"Huh?" Rena gave them a confused look.

"Remember when I unlocked the Triangle twenty-ish years ago?" Zak asked.

"Vaguely."

"Vortexes started opening sporadically across the Earth due to so many dimensions of null-time being... Reattached, so to speak," Cece explained. "The imbalance only delayed the stabilization process. Now that Carapace's ward is in place it appears the metaphysics of the Triangle is making up for lost time."

The present members of the Seven C's laughed at what was probably an inside joke.

"Hear that Turtle dude? Progress already!" Zak held his arm up for a fist bump. Carapace obliged.

"However, it does mean that more vortexes are safe to travel through," Caramba said. "Usually exiting the Triangle would send you back to the time and place you entered it."

"But skeletons were never ones for rules," Cece said.

"Neither are we," Zak grinned.

"You think they'll try again?" Rena Rouge asked.

"Unlikely. Timeline pirates have to contend with the temporal authorit-ox of Timesters, your own Bunnyx and the anti-paradox magic of the Bermuda Triangle itself. Coming back is just asking to get caught."

"Silver lining. I'll take it," Carapace grinned.

Zak rubbed his hands together. "Great! Then we're done. And since we're already here might as well go sight seeing!"

"Uh, don't you think an Atlantian and a Wahoolian will attract attention? Paris pretty much assumes anyone weird is an akuma nowadays."

"Rena Rouge is correct Zak Storm," Cece agreed. "We would stand out."

"I've thought of that!" Caramba raised a finger and then brought it down on a device in his hand.

A holographic field spread out from it. Zak's sword vanished. Caramba appeared like a short, pudgy boy in a yellow shirt. And Cece's clothes changed to more surface appropriate attire. Her hair was still pink but the scales on her forehead and the points of her ears disappeared.

Cece touched the invisible fins along her forearms to make sure they were still there. "And this is why Atlantians don't like visiting the surface."

"Aw, c'mon!" Zak wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Already walking down the ramp. "It'll be fun! We can visit an aquarium if you get land sick."

"Very funny, Zak Storm."

Caramba stretched his exosuit arm from the walkway on the bank of the Seine to pat the Chaos' hull. "We'll be back before you know it!"

The Chaos' eyes glowed briefly as he acknowledged their departure.

Rena glanced down at them, still on the deck, and pointed. "Should we?"

Nino waved her concern away. "Ah, let 'em be tourists. They deserve a break."

"I thought you said there were seven of them?"

"Yeah, two of 'em are spending time with family in the Middle Ages and one's in the Golden Age of Piracy. Apparently."

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious! Time doesn't flow linearly in the Triangle. You know that, dude."

"I keep forgetting that they're older than they look."

"Zak and Cece are about our age."

"They look twenty!"

"Yeah, they don't spend much time outside the Triangle... Or at least Zak doesn't. Atlantian dudes do age slower than us."

"I'd be jealous if it didn't come with temporal displacement trauma."

"You still look beautiful, dude."

"I'll have you know that I'm not the type of girl who fools around with another man's husband."

"Ha, ha," but Nino couldn't quite hide his smile.

(Read the rest on AO3)

#ml #miraculous ladybug #perfect paradise #nino lahiffe #zak storm #alya cesaire #ml au #ml fanfic

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ltwilliammowett · 1 year

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The Eliza Ann

The story of the Eliza Ann began two days after Christmas in 1833. On that day, a Bermudian fisherman found what appeared to be an abandoned schooner floating among the reefs near Ely's Harbour. Thinking of a possible salvage and the resulting profit for himself, he rowed out and saw that the bow of the wreck was partially submerged. As he came alongside, the would-be salvor's eagerness turned to horror as his eyes fell on the grotesque figures sprawled on the deck. He called out to them, but there was no reply. Climbing over the side of the wreck, he discovered a crew of skeletons! Full of panic, he jumped into his boat and rowed as fast as he could to Ely's Harbour.

Shipwreck (not the Eliza Ann - Wreck of the “Oregon” under Picklecombe Battery, Plymouth Sound. 1867. Source: Illustrated London News.)

News of his encounter with a "ship full of skeletons" spread quickly throughout the islands. It was not long before a dozen fishing boats set out for the wreck. Eventually it was towed into the harbour and pulled onto the beach by the authorities for further investigation. Any sailor could see that the wreck was once a beautiful ship. It must have drifted for many months, for its beams were worm-eaten and rotten. The paint that bore her name had faded.

And everyone wanted to know what had happened to her and her crew. The skeletonised remains were carefully brought ashore and examined for clues by the officials in charge. A chain with a silver medal was found around the neck of one of the victims. The inscription read, "Awarded by the School Board as a reward for services to Wm. Brown, the gift of Franklin". Underneath were crossed pens over an open book. On one of the skeletons, the name J. Seaver was discovered sewn into the clothing, while another had the name N. Seaver. Investigators suspected that these poor souls must have been Americans, as they had a connection to Franklin. The papers found in the cabin were damaged and illegible. The ship's cargo included rotten meat and fish as well as sperm candles, cider, brandy and lumber. The barrels containing the beef, pork and mackerel were marked "Boston, September, October and November 1832".

Reports of the discovery of the wreck were published in the local weekly newspaper, the Bermuda Royal Gazette, over the next month. At first, the paper stated succinctly that a wreck of unknown origin had been found on the bottom of the reefs and towed to Ely's Harbour. A week later, on 7 January 1834, the newspaper reported that the wreck had been righted and unloaded and that "some human bones were found in its cabin". On 21 January, the Gazette described the medal found on one of the victims on the wreck and the fact that the names Seaver and Brown were widely used in Massachusetts. Eventually, news of the disaster reached the United States.

When Bostonians read the local Statesmen on Saturday morning, 8 February 1834, they were shocked by the description of the wreck in Bermuda and the grisly remains on board. The description of the schooner matched that of the Eliza Ann, which was captained by a Captain Brown. The Eliza Ann belonged to James Brown, a well-known Boston merchant. On board was William Brown, one of the winners of the Boston Franklin Medal of 1829, who wore the silver medal on a chain around his neck. His brother James was also on board. The schooner's captain, Captain Brown, was a nephew of the shipowner, and among the passengers were Joshua Seaver and his brother, which might not have happened if they had travelled separately, which they should never do. Because what does superstition say ? Never serve with siblings on the same ship, it never ends well.

What we know is that the Eliza Ann had sailed from Boston on 11 December 1832 for Puerto Rico, but never arrived. So we know her sad fate, but not what happened on that last voyage, and no one knows to this day.

#naval history #advent calendar #spooky story #eliza ann #1832 #age of sail

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janeaustinforevermore · 2 months

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MY MӨƬΉΣЯƧ DΛЦGΉƬΣЯ

(pictures above show Penelope for those wondering)

contains: cussing, innuendos, mentions of SA, and I think that's all?

Summary: Alara Tok is a 18 year old daughter of Aphrodite, this is a recounting of her last years at CHB. Alara begins to plan for the summer solstice, and has intimate conversations with Ben and Penelope.

1, 2, 3

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Two days later I found myself sitting around the fire with Penelope and Leya while the Apollo cabin led everyone in a mildly successful sing along. I stared at the cocoa in my hands and thought of the fact that all my friends will be in college in 4 months and I'll still be at camp half blood. Right as the thoughts got really self depreciating Pen started calling my name from her spot next to me.

"Al, how are you feeling about the solstice? Have you thought of anything to present?" She asked while Leya grabbed them smores sticks.

"No? I don't know, you know mom doesn't really accept criticism anyways. Whatever, maybe I'll just show another lipstick that's actually a dagger."

"Ugh I just want to impress her this year. She never reaches out and I want to wow her. It's genuinely like the only person impressive enough for her is herself. I'm so sick of having to earn her attention. Oh gods what if she makes Leya hate me cuz I said that?!!!" Her hands flew to her mouth as her coal lined eyes frantically searched for her girlfriend.

"What about me love?" Leya came behind her right then, holding the sticks for their marshmallows in either hand. Leya Brookes is 19, with straight brown hair that ends 3 inches below her shoulders, brown eyes, freckles along her cheeks and shoulders, and a carabiner that held her wallet, a pocket knife, and a water bottle on her at all times. She was wearing her oversized camp halfblood shirt, denim Bermuda shorts (that Pen has tried to burn more than once) a green crocheted headband pushing her hair out of her face and some truly heinous hiking shoes. The two make an odd paring, Penelope in a cropped version CHB shirt and tiny ripped shorts, her curls pulled into a perfect braid with the tiny flowers Leya picked woven through, and chunky hoops dangling from either ear. When Pen told me she liked her 2 1/2 years ago I laughed and asked if she was running a charity for youth with bad cuticles and split ends. She cried and told me how Leya was the only one who took her seriously at sword practice and helped her. I've never made fun of her since.

"Oh thank Gods! Come here now my love! You are not leaving my sight all night!" Pen practically pounced on her and promptly forgot about our conversation.

I looked towards Ben from across the fire and saw him staring at Annie (the so called love of his life) as she giggled with her boyfriend who was feeding her chips. Ben looked close to tears. I walked over and sat next to him before I grabbed his hand and layed my head on his shoulder.

"Don't torture yourself Ben. She has a boyfriend and it just makes you miserable." I sighed as I weaved my fingers through his large calloused ones.

He turned his head to rest on mine before replying, "I just can't think of anything but her when she near. I love you, you know that, but she's different. She's all I've wanted since I was 14. And she's with that asshole."

"Ok well, he's not an asshole, he's a perfectly decent guy, you just don't like him cuz he's dating Annie. And secondly, if you want her that badly just tell her. You'll probably get punched when Cole finds out, but you're stronger anyways so it wouldn't hurt that bad. If she says no, then you can get some closure and finally move on."

"I'm just not ready to start envisioning a life where I'm with anyone but her." He shakily breathed.

I lifted my head to look at him. "Ben. You are 18 years old. You are going to college soon. You are cute, and sweet, and very funny. Plus, you have several adorable little sisters. You will meet so many people in your life and do so many amazing things. If Annie is not the one for you, it'll hurt but you will meet someone else. Do you know many smart girls there are in college? A ton. It's college."

He started lightly laughing and pulled me in for a hug, while whispering "If only we actually liked each other like that. We'd be a hot couple."

I pulled back with a laugh and said "Oh hell yeah we would. In another lifetime we were the Blake and Ryan of CHB. Wanna go make out in my empty cabin?"

"Oh gods yes."

With that we got up and practically sprinted off to cabin 10.

Two hours later I was pulling back the covers to my bed and applying coconut oil to my hair and nails when Vivienne came and sat on the edge of my bed.

"When are you gonna end it with Ben?" She blinked up at me while rubbing her rose quarts facial roller across her face as she did every night.

I looked over at her, annoyed that she couldn't ever just mind her business.

"I don't know? Whenever I meet someone? Or whenever he decides to finally ask Annie out. Why does it matter?" I asked as I braided my hair back with a silk scrunchie.

"Just wondering. How big is it?" She leaned forward with an evil smile on her face as she said this.

"Oh gods Viv, shut the hell up. But really how big it?" Asked Pierce our half brother while his twin sister Savanna giggled from her bed beside him.

"I am NOT going to tell you that!! You're both 15, and it's no one business!" I pushed Vivienne off the bed and heard her yell "THESE ARE SILK PJS YOU BEHEMOTH!!!"

"That means it's big!!" Dawson our 11 year old brother yelled from across the room while everyone dissolved into laughter.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" I threw a pillow across the room at them, and shouted out "AND DAWSON YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO SAY THAT STUFF!!" I huffed as I popped in my retainers.

"If I have it I'm old enough to say it!" He laughed while dodging the pillow and running back to his bunk.

"Alright guys, cut it out. Ben's huge dick is none of our business!" Penelope unhelpfully cut in.

"Pen you're a lesbian?!!!" I groaned into my remaining pillow.

"Not liking them and not talking about them are two different things Alara, I can't believe you would label me. Kinda homophobic if you ask me" She giggled as she layed her final card.

"Shut up, I'm going to bed. Sav, check the curlers are off please." With this I turned over and closed my eyes, counting the days until I would get to possibly see my mom.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #my ocs #aphrodite #percy jackson imagine

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direbeastrex · 1 year

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If I was to offer digital-only goods for sale on Ko-Fi, with a Pay What You Want or <£5/$5 price, what would you like to see?

Fandoms/IPs I'm familiar enough to work within:

World of Warcraft

Final Fantasy 14

SWTOR

Elder Scrolls

Guild Wars 2

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Draconia

Day of Dragons

Ark: Survival Evolved

Assassin's Creed

Spyro the Dragon

Valheim

Flight Rising

FNAF

Dungeons and Dragons

Pathfinder

Vampire: The Masquerade

(And the rest of the World of Darkness, gimmie your werewolves to draw!)

How to Train your Dragon

Like Every Animated Disney Movie

Most of Don Bluth, Rankin Bass, Ralph Bakshi, and other Non-Disney Studio 2D animated feature films (The Flight of Dragons, The Last Unicorn, Primal, Balto, Wizards, Fire and Ice etc)

Homestuck (yes I am genuinely at that point of desperation how could you tell)

Watership Down

The Complete Works of Shakespeare (i am 100% serious)

Goncharov (lmao)

Bear in mind this list isn't exhaustive, and I have absolutely certainly forgotten something, or I am always happy and willing to do research ahead of time!

I am also of course open for commissions for fan art within these fandoms and IPs too- check my pinned post for my prices, and my full info and ToS can be found at direbeastrex.carrd.co

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Let me know what you'd like to see more of- or what you wish got more love in general- I'm really curious to see how best I can serve y'all with my art!

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februaryflowers · 2 years

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deja vu

order up: a raspberry mint lemonade and mango popping pearls for wonwoo and @bermudas!

an assassins + reincarnation, enemies/rivals to lovers angst (+ royalty)

check out the carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: language, guns, graphic violence, death and murder, blood, sui, major character deaths (multiple times), stabbing, loud noises, heartbreak, kissing

angst + fluff if you squint, 2763 words, wonwoo x reader

a/n: my lovely eun :( i hope you like this (sorry i leaned too much into the royalty au compared to assassins 😭) and i love you lots. thank you for all you do and i’m so proud of you :fernando:

thank you to @sansang for showing me the way of the angst + also @hao-are-xu for reading

Once is an unfortunate accident.

“Quit following me,” you seethe, turning around to face the man who has become such a nuisance to your life in the past month. You exhale with such ferocity that you’re sure Wonwoo can hear it as you poke his chest with your index finger. “Get lost.”

“No can do, Your Highness,” he says simply.

Crossing your arms, you glare at him. “Why not? Am I not royalty? Am I not your boss?”

He hesitates before bringing a hand to his forehead. “Well…you are, but the king and the general insisted that I protect you. I can’t disobey orders like that.”

You roll your eyes before you turn back around and continue making your way to your quarters. “Insubordinate little bitch boy,” you mutter. You decide to glance back at him once more, and when he finds your features, you squint a glare towards him before turning around and straightening your posture. “I don’t get why the court trusts you,” you spit. “You’re nothing but a traitor.”

Wonwoo has gotten used to your little attitude towards him in the month he’s been tasked with protecting you, but you haven’t warmed up to him one bit. When the general informed you that Wonwoo was to guard you 24/7, and, on top of that, the fact that he was an assassin for the enemy kingdom before coming here, you took none of it. But what could you do? You weren’t in charge. At the very least, you could make it known how much you distrusted and hated him.

“Hey,” he breathes, putting a hand on your shoulder which you shrug off.

“What?”

Reaching a finger for your chin, he turns your head to face him. “You’re forgetting that I’m a traitor with information to save your oh so precious life.”

The way your heart races makes you sick. He makes you sick. Yet, you always say that it’s all because of his status. In the month you’ve been forced together, the way he deals with your temper, the way he sneaks into town to fetch treats from your favorite bakery, the way he has never been late or given a reason to doubt him (other than the obvious about his past), they’ve all meant nothing. They haven’t moved you, not one bit, you tell yourself.

You move your head in a jerk, removing his touch from your skin before you meet his eye. “What? You think just because you can lie your way through some interrogation that you suddenly are a hero that deserves my confidence? Think again.”

You scoff when he has no reply, looking him up and down in disbelief. “I would’ve thought you’d have a little more bark to your bite. Some assassin you are.”

Storming off, you let the force of your steps shake the building, not caring who’s around to hear or feel it. They didn’t care when Wonwoo was thrust upon you. Let them see how it feels. Let the universe feel it for putting you here.

But when you make it back to your room, it’s way too quiet. Usually maids and butlers are shuffling in and out, cleaning and preparing for you, but not a soul is in sight or in ear shot.

“Stay behind me,” Wonwoo murmurs, hunching down and trying to shift in front of you before you enter.

“You think I’m gonna listen to you?” you taunt. “How do I know this isn’t a trick, you backstabber?”

You push the handle open, and immediately a shot rings out, causing you to duck.

“Shit, shit shit,” you mutter, crawling on your knees and hands.

When you glance up, you see it. A man in all black and a ski mask sits on your pristine bed, holding the gun out towards you. “Well, well, well,” he snickers. “Look who’s here.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you want but—”

He laughs before deadpanning. “I want you dead.”

“But I—”

“Shut it.”

You swallow, giving him a small nod as you raise your hands to your head. “Fine. Take me. Just, please, don’t hurt anyone else,” you say, letting out a small breath as you finish with lowered lids.

“Didn’t think it’d be this easy,” he sneers.

“Y/n, don’t—” Wonwoo says, taking a step towards you.

“Watch it, pretty boy,” the intruder says, sparing him a glance. “Don’t think I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done. Hands above your head.”

Wonwoo glances between you and the masked man before biting his lip and sinking to his knees next to you.

“Look at that,” the assassin says, a wicked smile overcoming his features as he lets out a deep belly laugh. “The two most wanted people in my whole kingdom at my feet.” He then scowls, holding out his weapon. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?”

A shaky breath comes out and you force yourself to keep your eyes locked on the floor, on the crisscross pattern of the floorboards. You don’t want your last sight before dying to be of your killer. “Just…don’t hurt anyone else,” you whimper. “Let Wonwoo go. It’s me you want.”

He scoffs. “As if. When will this opportunity ever come again?”

He takes aim, and you bite down harder and clench your jaw, preparing for the boom, the ricochet, the pain.

The sound comes.

Then it comes again.

The pain doesn’t.

Your eyes shoot open, catching the masked man lying in a pool of his own blood. Then, Wonwoo comes down in a crash.

“Wonwoo!” you gasp, scrambling towards him.

Blood seeps from his chest, and you’re sure he’s in unbearable pain, but somehow, there’s a smile lacing his lips. “Don’t worry about me, okay?” he murmurs.

“What? No! I’ll go get—”

“No, it’s okay,” he says as you help him lie down on the carpet and he lets out a cough. “I’ll be out in a minute. There won’t be enough time.”

“Wonwoo,” you warn, but he brings his index finger shakily to your lips, shushing you.

“My job is to protect you.”

“No! I can go get the doctor and we can—”

“It’s okay,” he says gently, calmly, as if his time on earth isn’t ticking down. “Just, let me be, alright? I want you here.”

You blink, tears rising up to the surface and falling on Wonwoo’s face as you hold it in your palms. “I’m sorry. I’m so…I’m so fucking sorry. You—”

“Don’t be sorry.” He has the audacity to grin. “It was a pleasure to serve you, Your Highness. I loved every moment.”

“Don’t lie,” you murmur, brushing the hair out of his face. “I was a miserable asshole to be around.”

He reaches a hand to meet yours. “You had all the reason to be. Besides, I saw the goodness in you. So, don’t feel bad, alright?”

“Wonwoo—”

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your hand.

His last breath reaches your skin, and you drape yourself over him, letting the tears run and seep into his shirt as if you can bring him back to life.

Living without Wonwoo is a miserable way of living. You find yourself missing his presence, his company, his quiet yet smart quips. Life is so still without him, so colorless, so mundane.

Sure, you technically lived because of Wonwoo. But it was hardly a full life. One where you didn’t have such a large, warm being there for you, with your best interest in mind. One where you were forced into a loveless marriage for politics while you spent your whole life thinking of another. You were simply a pawn in the game of war and power. So did you really live?

But twice is a tragic coincidence.

“Maybe I should start calling you my king, my king,” you tease as Wonwoo gets his coronation suit put on by servants.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re the last person I want to call me that.”

“Why?” You pretend to pout before you saunter over and poke his chest. “I used to call you that when we were kids, no?”

“That’s different,” he whines before sighing. “Now it feels so real.”

You offer a small smile and rub his arm. When a shaky breath falls from his lips, you assume it must be from his nerves. He is, after all, about to become a king.

But in reality, its origin is your touch, your closeness. For as long as Wonwoo can remember, he has loved you. He doesn’t really know when it started. Maybe it was when you used to romp around the grounds together. Or maybe it was when he’d steal glances at you while you fought to become a trained assassin. Or maybe it was even when you were assigned to protect him, and with a mischievous, knowing smile, you took the offer and started spending every day with him. He can’t remember the last day he had without you in it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He just wishes he could tell you.

As he glances out the window, he wishes he could freeze time to last night. The puffy clouds fill the sky instead of the sparkling stars, and a much lighter blue fills the daytime.

But it’s the moment in the night that you spent, the things you said, that make him wish it would stay that day forever.

There was so much pressure, so much nervousness, in his chest, and yet, with you, it was nothing. He was simply another man in the world with someone he loved, not the next king of a kingdom.

And you squeezed his hand, pointing at the brightest star in the sky, and told him that that was him while his heart pounded so loud that he thought you could hear it.

Then you brought your hand to his cheek and shifted to sit next to his head as he lay in the grass, the reflections of all the sparkles in the night in his eyes and illuminating his wide pupils even more.

“If I die, don’t be sad,” you murmured.

He scrambled to kneel next to you. “What? What are you talking about? Huh?”

Offering a small smile, you patted his cheek and then his arm, letting your hand grasp him. “It’s inevitable, with this job, don’t you think?”

He went quiet.

“Don’t think about me too much, okay? I want you to be happy. And we’ll meet in the stars some day. It’ll be fine.”

He hesitated before meeting your eyes, lifting his gaze from the ground. “Don’t say those things. I won’t let you die.”

A small sigh fell from his lips as you cupped his face in your hands. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Besides, it’s my job. I’d be happier knowing that you’ll be alright.”

With his eyes closed, he brought your fingers to his lips.

Whenever he acted like this, in moments where it was just you, you and him so close, your heart would race more than it would in any battle or any fight. It was silly to admit. You, a trained assassin, brought to your knees by a boy you’d known for forever. But it was true.

Too bad that even when promises are kept, they can still hurt sometimes.

Wonwoo spots the shadows of figures lurking behind the throne as the crowd rises. His eyes flicker to you, none the wiser in the front row. You bounce on your heels, your hands shaking with anticipation for the biggest moment of your best friend’s life.

He’d sworn the general said that today was secure and that there were no threats. But perhaps this was so well hidden that even the best forces in the world couldn’t prevent it.

Every step closer has his pulse beating louder in his ears. Every step is a step closer to death.

But he flashes a smile towards the camera, towards you, anyway.

And when he turns to face the audience after mounting the steps, he feels it, the sharp pain in his chest.

The crowd gasps and scrambles, racing out the door. The footsteps of hundreds of guards running out the side doors is all he can hear over the raucous as he falls to the ground.

And then he hears your scream.

“Wonwoo!” you cry, dashing towards him and catching him before his body slumps to the ground. “Oh my god,” you mutter, over and over again as you press your hand to the wet spot that soaks his cape.

“Y/n,” he coughs before he reaches for your cheek. “It’s okay.”

“How can you say it’s okay!?” you exclaim.

He offers as bright of a smile as he can muster. “Don’t think about me too much,” he whispers, repeating your words. “I want you to be happy. I’d be happier knowing that you’ll be alright.”

“How can you say something like that?” you sob, your tears pooling on Wonwoo’s cheeks.

A pang reaches his chest. Why does this feel so familiar? It’s like a hazy memory, a story long forgotten until something new comes up to let it resurface. It’s like a memory from the earliest days of childhood, there but suppressed. You must feel it too.

“Come closer,” he murmurs.

You do as he says, lowering your face to be mere inches from his, and with his last dregs of strength, he lifts his lips to your forehead. “I’m okay.”

Then he falls limp in your lap.

“No!” you scream before sobs and wails overtake you. “I love you. Please, please, come back,” you whimper, clutching at his robes.

When more guards come to the scene, they have to drag you from his body soaked in blood and salty tears.

And thrice is a cruel fate.

The sirens go off. Your blood runs cold.

Wonwoo wastes no time in rushing you to the nearest bunker for safety from the intruders, but they still find you and tail you anyway.

Despite locking and reinforcing the door, it only takes a large group of them a minute or two to bust it down.

When you meet their eyes, trying to catch your breath, you know how this ends.

“Don’t hurt him!” you exclaim, jumping in front of him as the shots ring out.

When you land on top of him, warmth leaving your body, he glances up the steps to the murderers. He tries to pull out his own weapon before they escape, but, using the last of your might, you hold his hand down.

“Don’t,” you whisper.

“But—”

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

“Y/n, what are you on about!?” he screams. “You’re dying!”

“I know.” You hold his hand in your clammy one. “But stay with me.”

A wavering breath falls from his trembling lips. “You shouldn’t have done that. I could’ve taken them or—”

“No, it’s okay.”

You know he’s lying. There were at least 10 of them here in the room alone. Both of you getting out of here wasn’t going to happen. But you were their target. At least now one of you will get to live.

And you have the nerve to smile in your dying moments. “I love you always, Wonwoo.”

Then the grasp on his hand loosens and your head falls back.

Words start to come to him. He doesn’t know from where. He doesn’t remember you saying them, but they’re in your voice. In his heart, he knows they’re yours.

‘Don’t think about me too much, okay? I want you to be happy. And we’ll meet in the stars some day. It’ll be fine.’

And yet, he can’t believe it. He can’t believe you.

There was always a hope for another lifetime. But this time, Wonwoo can’t find that reassurance in his head nor his heart. This is it. This is the last lifetime you will ever share.

And his heart begins to cave in.

He clutches his chest as he falls, a last exhale falling on the back of your neck. He will never get to love you. He will never get a happy ending with you. How can you be both written in the stars, yet star crossed lovers?

How many times must you both have to die at the hands of fate? Why can’t you just get your happy ending?

A final tear slips from Wonwoo’s eye, falling to the ground and getting soaked into the rug as if it never happened in the first place.

All it does is take. Why is fate so merciless?

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Arabella pt 11-for the hope of it all

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"Matty, hey, how are you?"

"fucking shite, bug, they've got me attached to all these wires, I don't want to be here, I want to be in my bed with you"

"Matty" I sigh knowing the next thing I'm about to say isn't what he wants to hear, but it has to be said before I give him a false sense that he's going home after he's been discharged.

"what? spit it out woman" he says making me chuckle, even when he was lying in a hospital bed he was an impatient 3 year old.

"hey, you may be lying in a hospital bed, but I'm not afraid to kick your arse still." I replied before perking up again "do you know what happened Matty?"

"yeah, took a bunch of shit and blacked out"

"yes but you also, suffered from Alcohol poisioning which resulted in you having your stomach pumped, You also hit your head pretty hard, they weren't sure you were going to wake up. You overdosed too"

"shit really? did I really have to get my stomach pumped?"

"yes. why is that the only thing you pick up from that?"

"SICK! Never had to have that done to me before"

"No! Matty, it's not sick, it's bad if you were left there any longer, you could've died."

"Adams been asking about been asking about you too, said you were okay as well."

"whats up with you, why are you calling Hann by his actual name, and not his last name or Ad's like you usually do? whats gone while I was half dead. You all haven't fallen apart without me have you?"

"HEY! you were not half dead, you were merely taking an extra long sleep."

"okay sure I was taking an extra long sleep, tell me whats gone on now then"

"adam said you were dead, when we weren't sure if you were going to wake up, basically blaming you for everything, wasn't your fault you deal with pain different to us, you get high and drunk when your in so much pain"

"yeah, can't say that, what Adam said didn't hurt. Because that would be a lie."

"he still hasn't apologised by the way, it's been two weeks. Been passing everything along to G and Ross. about your state, Your going to the bahamas or bermuda, haven't decided which one your going to yet."

"what for?"

"for rehab matty, You blacked out, the doctors have been strongly suggesting rehab, more of an order than a suggestion I guess"

"nice, It'll be nice to get away from this shitty weather for a good while" He says trying to lace his voice with meaningfulness, though I know he doesn't want to go, Just hoping it makes me shut up about it. I know him through and through and I knew that he was lying through his teeth.

he sits in silence with me for a while before he scares me blurting out a "shit" from his mouth.

"what?"

"what about the album? How am I going to record if I am going to be going to the bahamas"

"don't you worry your sweet little head about that Stink. I've sorted it" Giving him a grin like the chesire cat.

"why have you got that look on your face?" He asks from his hospital bed giving me a confused taken aback look.

"what look?" I ask dumbfounded pretending I don't understand.

"the cheshire cat look Y/n, The one that tells me that you've done something stupid."

"Matty. I haven't done anything stupid perse, just something you might not approve of."

"what?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll hate me for it."

"Tell me. Couldn't hate you more than I already do for sending me to fucking rehab"

"You know it's for the best Matty."

"spit it out"

"I asked, col to take your place on the album. He sounds just enough like you that nobody would notice, he's not touring for you though."

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. I AM NOT HAVING THAT SCUMBAG TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE THATS MY FIRST FUCKING ALBUM YOUR TALKING ABOUT. CALL OFF THE REHAB GET ME TO THE STUDIO, RIGHT FUCKING NOW" he says raising his voice.

Col and Matty never got on. Not when me and him were together, not when we all ran in the same friendship circle. and certainly not when we broke up and I found out he cheated on me, and I ran to matty's house in tears and cried on his shoulder and slept on his sofa for a month.

-7 MONTHS EARLIER-

"oh, you have got to be fucking joking me" I say as I walked into my shared apartment in London with my boyfriend of 6 years and my bestfriend and adams girlfriend of 5 years. with his head in between her legs.

"Y/n it's not what it looks like"

"yeah, course it fucking isn't. Get a life. I'm going."

"where?"

"away from you, have a nice life. We're DONE" I say.

and before I know it I'm walking out, away from my life and from him all I have ever known while living in london, the first love I have ever known. grabbing my coat and shutting the apartment door and running through the complex out the lobby door, hailing a taxi to the now only safe haven I knew Matty's house.

"Y/n? what are you doing here?" he asks opening the door to me tears filled my eyes. "he cheated on me, with beth." "that fucker. come in, don't want you getting a cold now do we?" I shake my head no and go to sit on his sofa where I would reside for the next month before getting my life together.

-BACK TO THE PRESENT/ DEC 2012-

"Matty calm down will you, your scaring all the other patients. Just sit down, let's talk it through before you go mental and take three steps back that's not what we're trying to achieve here"

"fine." He slumps back on the pillows turning his body to face the wall away from me.

"Matty, we've gone through all the options. All the people closest to you: Ross, Adam, G, your mum, your dad, my mum and dad, jamie too. And we've all agreed it wasn't a bad idea Adam and I are fine with it. But if you disagree to it here's whats going to happen. Your probably going to miss out on releasing your album, You're going to be put on drug watch with someone at your side all times even when you piss if you decide that you want to record, everyone is going to keep an eye out for you. So it's all up to you, but those are your options. What one do you think is best?"

"I ain't going to rehab."

"yes you are Matty, we've already established this. We've picked a nice place out for you to go. It's in bermuda, you get to do equine therapy play with horses, you get to watch the sea it's all very theraputic. It'll help you out Matty trust me. It's either this or a shitty rehab centre in a shitty town in the U.K where you get no 1 to 1 care either. I've got the card and my laptop here. You can have a look at it." I say pulling my laptop out of the cubby hole next to Mattys bed and the card out of my jacket pocket.

"I ain't going."

"matty, you are. You can either go the nice way, which is you go willingly or you can go the harder way where they pull you out of here themselves and I've seen it happen more than once when i've come to visit you. Matty you need to choose, the doctors aren't letting you out of here until you've chosen the route you want to go down, which is going to be close drug watch with one of us, or all of us and rehab at the end after you've recorded or rehab and let col record. and then hard or easiest way"

"fine."

"so whats it going to be?"

"I don't know yet, let me think it through can you go get me some proper food. I don't want none of this hospital shitty crap."

"yeah, okay what do you want?"

"maccies. Double cheeseburger and coke please"

"okay, I'll go get you some. be back soon" I say before leaving his hospital room with a chaste kiss on his forehead.

the drive thru was rather short getting myself chicken nugget meal and I thought on the way back I should probably tell George what was going on seeing as he was closest to Matty after me of course.

"so whats going on"

"I don't know G, I told him I was sending him to rehab he seemed okay at first, knew it was a lie though I could tell. Then I told him about Col recording the album and he started shouting and denying going to rehab, I gave him his options he ended up saying fine. Don't know whether he's chosen going to rehab first or recording. G I'm scared."

"there's no need to be. It's matty he'll come around eventually you know he will. No need to swea-"

and G is abruptly cut off by someone else ringing me, the hospital. that can't be good

"err G I'm gonna have to go, the hospitals phoning"

"okay okay, enjoy mattys madness" He says ending the call allowing me to pick up the hospitals phone call.

"hello?" I say

"hello. Is this Y/N L/N."

"It is how can I help."

"it's matty."

"what about him?"

"he's disappeared"

"okay. I'm coming I'll be there soon." I say ending the phone before screaming

"FOR FUCKS SAKE"

#alex turner x reader #matty healy #adam hann #alex turner x you #george daniel #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #alex turner x y/n #ross mcdonald #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 #arctic monkeys #alex turner fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy angst #mattyhealyxbsf!reader #matty healy fic

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its-short-for-jackalope · 10 months

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Jack's Big Rambly Nonsense Theory Post About Episode 3 ✨️

I am a merciful fella so the rambles will be contained under the cut.

hey! what's up? this is the only thing I care about for the time being so I'm gonna ramble about it! I don't know what I'm doing! all of this could be wrong! I'm very excited!

Please feel free to reply/reblog or like.. idk, y'all can tag me if you wanna make a separate post jumping off of, responding to, or completely annihilating (in a friendly way!) any of my theories here.

What The Heck Is Antikythera?

i didnt know what this was and it seemed somewhat important since it's in the title (lol) so I looked it up.

one of the first things I found was the wiki article for the Antikythera mechanism, which is basically a computer/calculator from Ancient Greece that predicted astronomical positions and eclipses. It was found in a Roman shipwreck in the Mediterranean in 1901 and might have been constructed as far back as 205 BC. (it had gears and everything! cool!)

Considering this device is related to astronomy and approximately, oh, ALL of our protagonists are interested in and have connections to astronomy, I don't think that's a coinkydink! additionally, since this is fictional and there are no limits, mayhaps the Antikythera mechanism is a part of the story and it can do (and does do) more than predict celestial events...? 👀

Now, I admit I read about this one interesting thing and kinda just ran with it, but in case there's anything else about this itty bitty little island, I did look into it more. According to the Wikipedia, Antikythera was settled and abandoned several times throughout history. This is also where the wreck with the mechanism was discovered (hence the name), and apparently lots of birds use the island as a pit stop during migration, but that's about it. It's enough for me to laugh shrug and carry on with my mechanism theories, lol.

The Ellen Austin, The Bermuda Triangle, & Maybe A Ghost Ship

Since our beloved quartet is confirmed to be aboard the Ellen Austin and they're en route through the Bermuda Triangle/Sargossa Sea where the Ellen Austin is said to have encountered a ghost ship, I'm gonna continue with my previously-held theory that we're getting a ghost ship encounter! (In one story about the Ellen Austin, they had some of the crew go onto the ghost ship to bring it back to shore with them, and the crew ~mysteriously vanished~ which is... interesting. 👀)

I have a few ideas about what this potential ghost ship might be:

An Ancient Greek vessel straight from Antikythera, with or without a mechanism, but probably with. [squints at map] I mean, the Mediterranean isn't that far from the Sargossa Sea/Bermuda Triangle area. And/or maybe there was some time-and-space nonsense happening that could land it on the other side of the Atlantic. If our quartet could get poofed from a satellite in 1835 back to Earth in 1881(?), then a mysterious ship could plausibly get zapped to another place and/or time. Might be a bit too on the nose but c'mon, the name is in the title, there's gotta be a connection to Antikythera, and who says it can't be this? Could also have ghosts!

A slightly less ancient Roman cargo ship like the (shipwrecked) one that had the Antikythera mechanism. (Please see above for hand-waving about date & location.) Maybe the ship has a mechanism on board, and maybe it's also got ghosts—both of the Ancient Greek variety via the mechanism, and of the slightly less ancient Roman variety via it's their dang boat. Bonus points if the Greek/Antikytheran(?) ghosties were scaring the daylights out of the Romans and are responsible for the ship becoming a (double) ghost ship. Of course this also hinges on how literal the "ghosts" in The Ghosts of Antikythera are, but I'll ramble about that in a little bit.

A much less ancient ship from whatever eras make it more likely to be in the Sargossa Sea, but it has an Antikythera mechanism somehow. This would take out a lot of fuss about how the ship got here or how it could have survived this long without being wrecked or discovered, AND it would bring up new and fun questions such as "why does this random ship have an Ancient Greek mechanism" and I call that a win-win. Could be a classic pirate ship, could be a newer vessel that'd be more familiar to the crew of the Ellen Austin... idk im not a boat guy but I think there's some fun possibilities.

bonus theory: the ghost ship has "witch" in the name or has a name related to witches, or maybe literally just has "wicked" in the name, purely based off this tweet:

thank you @man-down-in-hatchet-town for being my Twitter scout, lmao

Just 'cause, you know... wicked, witches. The waves could be just part of the water theme since (i assume) the episode takes place predominantly at sea, or perhaps the ghost ship is literally carried "this way" by the waves.

Ghosts — Like, Literally? Or Do You Mean Metaphorically?

We already know that Pulp Musicals will be exploring multiple genres—sci-fi, horror, mystery, adventure—so I'm betting episode three will add some horror to the mix, especially after Matt's delightfully ominous words in the trailer:

In this web of mystery, Margaret has begun to unravel her own... but she is not the only one awakening. And soon, our heroes will find that the light of discovery can bring forth shadows darker than anything they could have ever imagined.

...Yeah, sounds like horror and/or ghosts to me! So maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are real actual spooky scary spirits, in which case I am very excited to pull up a chair and listen to Herschel scoff and try to find a rational, scientific explanation for any spooky happenings. (Idk if he believes in ghosts or not, but in this case I hope he doesn't because that will make it much funnier for me. <3 )

On the other hand, "horror" is incredibly vague, so maybe we won't get jump-out-and-say-boo ghosts at all. Maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are more unsettling because they aren't an active, supernatural force wreaking havoc on the open sea—maybe they're just an empty vessel, forgotten memories, and the lingering consequences of the actions taken by people who are long since dead. What's scarier—the dead staying behind to screw with you face to face, or the dead abandoning their troubles & mistakes and leaving clueless strangers to get stuck with the deadly fallout?

Honestly, tho? I'm excited either way, and I'm very curious to see how scary Matt plans to go.

Theories That Don't Have A Ghost Ship, Because You Never Know

I am 100% behind the ghost ship theory, but making theories is fun so why not throw some other ones out there. Full disclosure, I don't think these are that likely, and some are mostly gonna be for laughs.

They find a shipwreck. I'm really only considering this because the Antikythera mechanism was found on a wreck. I don't think the Ellen Austin would stop to investigate a shipwreck if they happened upon one, and I also don't know if they'd even have the equipment to safely or effectively investigate it if they wanted to. Then again, maybe they would stop if they saw the wreck go down, and also who needs to go down in the water if you have a passenger with magic powers? If Margaret could launch the Sagitta, she could probably fish up a wreck easy peasy. Maybe she wouldn't even need the ship to stop, she could just see (or sense?) something in the water and reach out with the Radiance. And if whatever she brought onto the Ellen Austin was haunted, then that could kick off the ghost stuff... huh. I actually kinda like this idea!

Atlantis? I think someone mentioned this in the chat for the trailer's premiere. I'm inclined to say "probably not" though... unless the quartet gets poofed or otherwise summoned closer to Greece. But I think they'll probably be sticking around the Sargossa Sea, since there isn't a lot of time for them to be traveling all around in a ~90 minute episode, and the previous episodes kinda picked a place and stayed there. Doesn't necessarily mean we couldn't get an underwater city (or formerly underwater city), of course. It just probably wouldn't be Atlantis.

...I actually don't have any other ideas right now, lol. I really think it's gonna be a ghost ship. And that the Antikythera mechanism has something to do with it.

Oof okay, for the sake of my eyes and brain, I'm going to stop staring at my phone and thinking for now, lol. I will probably come up with some more thoughts & theories as time goes on, but I think I have used all my batteries for today.

Again, if anybody reads this and wants to contribute or comment, feel free! 💫

#jack jabbers #oh god my brain is FRIED rn lmao #pulp musicals #pulp musicals episode 3 #pulp musicals tgoa #the ghosts of antikythera #pulp musicals theory #pulp musicals theories

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