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urfavnegronerd · 4 months

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free white women from making rice in the instant pot

its not hard. do yall want instructions? okay SO

i usually make a cup of dry jasmine rice

measure ur desired amount of dry rice

rinse that hoe off (im serious rinse ur mf rice and make sure to scrub the grains together to get off all the processing ickiness)

once the water runs clear, transfer ur rice to a pot (put the instant pot down)

make sure that ur rice is level

pour clean water (tap, from the sink, idgaf as long as it's clean, could be in a bottle if that's all the accessible clean water u have)

place ur index finger at the very bottom of the pot and make sure that your water goes past ur first knuckle and halfway towards your second knuckle. don't use a measure cup ur gonna fuck it up (i was raised around Caribbean women i know how the fuck to make rice do not use the measuring cup i don't fucking care) the amount of water HAS TO GO PAST YOUR FIRST KNUCKLE AND IS HALFWAY TO YOUR SECOND KNUCKLE. YOU HAVE A KNUCKLE AND A HALF WORTH OF WATER

PUT A BAY LEAF AND A PINCH OF SALT IN YOUR RICE DON'T QUESTION JUST DO IT (you can also put a teensy amount of coconut oil in it)

put a cover on your pot of rice and water, put it on medium heat (5-6) and let it boil for about 20 minutes (depending on the type of stove u have, if you have one of the bougie ass ones like on tv it could be done in less than twenty minutes, if you have a stove that's older (gas, old old old electric) then it could take longer)

once the twenty minutes is up, take the cover off the pot, and make sure that there isn't a lot of water left but there's still water in the pot. if there's still a lot of water, resume the process of letting it boil until there's not as much water that grains of rice are still floating around but there is still enough that there are some bubbles on the surface.

turn the stove to simmer (or the lowest possible temp) and let it sit for 5-10 minutes depending on the strength of your stove (i usually do 6 minutes)

when time is up FLUFF UR FUCKING RICE WITH A FORK U OBSCENE FUCKS and taste ur rice to make sure that it is soft but not porridge type soft

you have made rice <3

#rice #cooking #haitian #carribbean shit #carribbean #rae talks #big sister advice #recipes #the rice recipe #poc solidarity is rice #i dont make the rules #reblog if u need it #value bags of rice are usually inexpensive at bodegas and poc grocery stores #reblog to save a college students life

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sovamurka · 2 years

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Exlibrium: Alexander 'Sasha' Alinovsky and Inga Shelkovits

- You always supported me, even when I didn't deserve it.

- Nonsense! You always deserved everything!

- Then I beg you, support me now. For the last time.

#exlibrium #экслибриум #bubble comics #not me crying like a bitch from finally learning their backstory and remembering all the emotional moments they had #not me realizing why Sasha feels so much guilt all the time and why Inga loves and supports him unconditionally #NOT ME BEING FACED WITH THE FACT THAT SASHA WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SEE INGA SUFFER #GOOD GOD. SHE WILL HUG YOU SO TIGHTLY YOU SUFFOCATE TO DEATH IF YOU TURN OUT TO SOMEHOW BE ALIVE AFTER PULLING THIS SHIT #I'm serious. If Sasha pulls out 'Will Turner becomes captain of the Flying Dutchman' kind of shit I will be both insanely happy and angry #*one day from pirates of the carribbean plays very loudly in the background*

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distinguisheddwarffriend · 1 day

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Today on Hobbit-Headcanons:

What would the company of Thorin Oakenshield enjoy about the Modern World?

One of my WIP transports the company to our world shortly before they're supposed to reach Rivendell, and into the apartment of my OFC.

So here is a list of things I think each character would enjoy about the Modern World:

Thorin: Google Maps, Siri (will totally argue with her like she's real), Shows like The Crown, Game of Thrones, but also Bridgerton, Democracy (yes you read that correctly), Rock music

Fili: Birth Control (can finally fuck around without risking the royal lineage), Superhero Movies (has an huuuhe crush on Black Widow), Tinder, Martial Arts, Feminism, Henley shirts to show of his muscles, bars & clubs

Kili : TikTok (LOVES cat videos, Top Content Creator about Archery, 'deep thoughts'/rambling, 'prank my uncle/brother with me', does EVERY challenge, accidental thirsttraps & flustered by the comments), Parkour, Man Buns & (Hipster-) Fashion, LGBTQ+ - Community , karaoke bars, team sports, the zoo

Bofur: modern music (especially pop songs with dirty lyrics), Tumblr (is no. 1 shit-poster), music festivals, arts&crafts blogs, Christopher's Streets Day

Bifur: Google Translate, Modern Medicine, Pain Medication, ASL, RomComs (trust me), helps out in an animal shelter, country music

Bombur: Cooking Shows (has his own Online Show), Kindergarten (he had so many children, the reprieve would be SO appreciated), international foodstuff to try

Dwalin: Guns, MMF, store-bought cookies, sport shows (AGRESSIVE fan for whatever team he randomly picks), Barbecues

Balin: Twitter (the political possibilities!!!), mental healthcare (he's sending the whole line of Durin he had no time for their shit), Spa Days, public schools, classical music

Oin: Modern Medicine (Duh), hearing aids, physiotherapy

Gloin: bitcoins, the stock market, Facebook (posts daily about Gimli)

Dori: hair tutorials, fashion shows, tracking devices (has totally microchipped a drunk Nori at some point)

Nori: hacking, movies with the lovable rogue as the MC (Pirates of the Carribbean, Deadpool etc.), spy movies (duh), the mafia (yes, he becomes a boss within weeks)

Ori: Wikipedia, public libraries, tutorials for EVERYTHING (knitting, cutting your own hair, how to talk to royalty, fancy war cries, you name it), fantasy novels, public schools

Bilbo: Food blogs, the "ignore call"-button, Instagram, university (will mayor in at least three subjects), museums

Gandalf: the Internet as a whole, email/ instant messaging, yard sales, modern weed, museums (has a knack for finding cursed items), adventure movies (after watching Indiana Jones he seriously debated obtaining a whip)

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eatmangoesnekkid · 3 months

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Woke up to the memory of a conversation with my nephew and laughed so hard. My nephew is only 5 years younger than me by the way. He asked me “why are women so crazy?” I said “women with good pussy will always be a little crazy. It’s all that spiciness and primal passion. They will feed you good food and get you healthy again from all your bad habits, fuck the light back into your eyes and have you grinning and gushy, speak life and prophecy into you in ways that inspire you to climb a mountain, love you so sweetly, pray for you, encourage you, adore you, then do some crazy shit and start weeping and hollaring. Go to any Carribbean country. The women (and men) always seem to be a little bit crazy but they are also the most loving, thoughtful, vibrant, trustworthy people on the planet. That's why.”

As it relates to a primal, magical woman, a little bit, a tiny bit, of crazy is a sign of goodness.

—India Ame’ye 🥰🌊✨🖐🏿🌹

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buckgasms · 2 years

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OMG Pirate AU ! I WANNA TAKE IT ! 😍

Let's imagine, everyone fears James Barnes and his crew, but what if he saves you from your drowning ship and you immediately feel a bond between each other. So he let's you Stay in his room, away from his crew which looks at you like some prey.. but he's the one keeping you save and warm at night when she shows you his sensual side? 😉😉🥵🥵

I know it's late, don't judge me!!! Also I hope it's not shit 😘😘😘 thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting and sorry it took so long ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: p in v, kissing, pining, reader is attacked but saved, pregnancy mentioned

You sat shivering and wet on the deck of the Howling Wolf. You'd heard tales of this ship, it's wild crew and the infamous captain James 'Bucky' Barnes. They were feared across the Carribbean by anyone with sense. They would arrive on an island like a summer storm, filling their ship with all the goods, treasures and drink they could find. They enjoyed the pleasures of women at local taverns, fought over cards and walked the line between heroes and horrors, depending on who you asked.

You had been travelling with your father, when a band of pirates had attacked the ship. You managed to hide away, but realised when all fell quiet that the ship was aflame and you were trapped in the hull. You took a risk and fought your way up to the deck in time to jump into the sea before the gunpowder stores exploded.

You had slipped in and out of consciousness as you clung to a piece of driftwood until you heard shouting from above. You were lifted to the deck of the ship and here you sat, exhausted beyond belief and terrified of what was to come.

You watched the crew as they leered and nudged each other. Your dress was torn, exposing your soft, delicate body to their hungry eyes. You bit your lip, to stop yourself from whimpering. You wouldn't let them see you cry.

Suddenly heavy footsteps dragged all their attention away and they leapt to their feet as the captain approached. He stopped in the centre and shouted at his crew who had stopped working since your arrival. Suddenly they sprang to work and you were left waiting. Waiting for his judgement.

He crouched down and you met his gaze. "Welcome aboard" he said quietly before running his eyes over your body. He stood up and removed his jacket before wrapping it around you, providing a little more coverage. He asked your name, and raised his eyes at the response, recognising that you were the daughter of an eminent judge who had sent many pirates to the gallows. You cringed as you could see the thought running through his mind. "Well perhaps for the moment we can keep that information between us?" You nodded and he clicked his tongue, looking at your sore, bloodied feet, ragged hair, wild eyes. He scooped you up without warning and carried you out of the heat of the sun. His crew whistled and whooped and you struggled a little in his arms. He carried you into his lavish quarters and placed you on his bed. "Please don't" you whispered pulling his jacket tighter around your body. He shook his head, "relax, you are safe here, but it's better to let their imagination run wild, they'll leave you alone if they think you're mine..."

Something in your stomach flipped when he said 'mine' but you pushed it to the side. He passed you some wine and water which you gulped greedily. "Sleep" he said and abruptly left the room. You shivered again before sliding down onto his pillow and slipped into a slumber.

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Later that day he returned with food and clothes. He dropped the dresses on the bed but you sprang up and rushed over to the food, absolutely starving, forgetting all sense of decorum and stuffed your face with whatever was in front of you. He sat down and chuckled at you while he helped himself a little more politely than you.

Finally you slowed down and realised your rudeness. "Oh I'm so sorry" you gasped and buried your face in you hands. He laughed again and poured you more to drink, "Please! I should have fed you sooner, I'm a terrible host." You smiled softly and shook your head, "you've been very kind..."

That night he left you to his bed while he slept on a fancy chaise lounge. You watched him silently in the dark, wondering if he would change his attitude, but he just snored softly, fidgeting every so often. He was more handsome than the stories gave him credit for, he had a few scars but they only added to his features. He had a thick, tidy beard that he scratched often when he was talking. His chestnut hair was often tied in a ponytail but a few wisps hung around his face like a frame. His eyes were bluer than any ocean or sky you'd seen in your life. Every so often they were fixed on you, pinning you to your seat, as if he could see your innermost thoughts. Which you were starting to hope wasn't possible.

There had also been a rumour about his arm, lost in a fearsome battle. Some say with soldiers, others said it was a monster from the deep. The story, they said was that he replaced his arm with a silver one forged by Poseidon and would live on the waves forever in repayment to the King of the Oceans.

You had spied the arm, and it was a thing of beauty. Most pirates had wooden limbs so his silver arm was much more impressive, but you didn't think it was as mythical as the stories suggested. You would ask him about it one day. Before you knew it you had drifted off to the sounds of his snores and dreamed of flashes of silver and tanned skin wrapped around you in the moonlight.

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After a few days you were dying for a wash. Your hair was starting to stick together, your sweat settled on you and overall you felt pretty disgusting. You mentioned to Bucky and he glanced out his window. "I'll see what I can do..." You giggled at him, "you can control the weather Captain Barnes?" He smiled and leaned over until he was inches from you, "You'll have to wait and see little nymph."

He left you all day and you could feel the ship being strained left and right, his voice carried from the deck to your room catching you out every so often as your mind drifted to him.

That evening he knocked on the door and smiled when you answered. "Your shower awaits my lady." You laughed again and let him lead you up to the deck. The fresh rain hammered down on the deck. He had set up sheets around to give you privacy and provided soaps. You could only stare at him, "You.... You made it rain?" He chuckled, wiping the rain from his forehead. "Enjoy, little nymph" and he left you.

You found your way to the middle and quickly disrobed. The rain was slightly warm and you sighed as it ran over your body. The soaps he provided were beautifully scented and you spent ages cleaning your hair and scrubbing at your skin until it was smooth and silky again. The suds gathered around your feet and rinsed away beneath you.

That was when you heard a creak. Before you could react, a man ripped one of the sheets from in front of you. You screamed as he grabbed you, his breath stinking and hands bruising your body as he dragged you to the floor. "He's been hiding you away from us, and now I see why..." His gravelly voice sending a chill through your body and tears at your eyes. You screamed again, arms flailing and clawing at him as he tried to get you.

Pain tore at your limbs when suddenly the weight was lifted from you. You grabbed the fallen sheet and flipped around to see James lifting the man from the ground, silver arm glinting in the moonlight.

"You dare to touch her?" He growled, his arm tightening around the throat of your attacker. The man whimpered and gasped as his captain walked to the edge of the ship and held him over the side. "Please, I made a mistake..." The man strained and flailed over the ocean, James just nodded. "Yes you did, none will make it again..." And without warning he let go of the man.

He returned to you, rage and concern fighting on his features. He scooped you up and stormed back to his room. He left you there for a while and you grabbed a dry sheet to wrap around your body. You could hear him shouting at his men, the most animated you had heard him in your entire stay. You shivered again, not sure if it was the cold or the shock but you didn't know what to do with yourself. You just waited for him.

Finally the door clicked open and you stood up. You both stared at each other for a moment before you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. His hands pulled the sheet from your body and glided over your damp skin. Finally you broke away and looked at him, his hands cupped your cheeks. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't know he was there...I just wanted to do something nice for you...shit" He groaned and leaned his forehead against yours. You stroked his beard and shook your head. "I'm alright, I'm alright...." He chuckled and ran his hands through your wet hair and tilted your chin up. "Well I need to check I think...."

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You lay back on his bed, candlelight illuminating your body. He threw his own clothes to the corner of the room and crawled over you. Your hands glide over his thick muscles as he presses kisses to your face. "I've been dreaming about this little nymph, couldn't believe you washed up on my boat of all places." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest as he growled at you.

His hands explored your body like a man starved. His rough hands squeezed at your breasts, lips wrapping around your nipples. He tickled your tummy before stroking your thighs, spreading them wide to expose your heat to him. He sucked in in a breath as he dipped down and licked and sucked at your heat. You whined and sank your fingers into his hair. "Oh my god..." You whined as he devoured you, holding you tight to the bed as you writhed beneath his ministrations.

You cried out as you drew closer to your peak, but he pulled away, leaving you begging for more. "Patience little nymph, can't let you have all the fun..." You groaned and clawed at his back and wrapped your thighs around his waist. "Captain....." You whined and he chuckled, rubbing his length against your soaking folds. He groaned as he sank into your heat and you gasped at the size of him filling you up. He took a moment for you both to adjust before he began to slide in and out of you, the pressure building in your stomach again. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, your breaths catching as you both threw all your lust and desire into kisses and touches.

As his hips snapped harder you cried out and gasped for air, holding on to him tightly as you both peaked together. After a moment you collapsed against each other, panting for breath and holding each other tightly. You wanted to savour the feeling of him wrapping you close, the scent of salt and sweat on his skin, the deep rumble of his voice. But you couldn't keep awake and drifted into a sleep in his arms, legs tangled in the sheets and each other.

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Months later you found yourself free to roam the ship, spending most of your days on deck, bathing in the warm sunshine. Now that you were Bucky's and his retribution for touching you very swift and savage, you were free to do as you pleased.

You sat in a beautiful chair he had stolen from a court house, draped with furs taken from a trade ship and you wore all the finest clothes and jewels he could get for you.

"How is my little nymph?" He would ask, coming up to press kisses to your head, cheeks and lips, before running his hand over the little bump that had grown in your belly. You couldn't help but smile and return his kisses, holding his hand to you, the scent of the sea and his ocean blue eyes offering all the adventure you'd ever need....

#pirate Bucky #request fic #2k celebration #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut

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hyenagurl · 3 months

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ate carribbean food for the first time that shit sent me to the stratosphere

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terramythos · 5 months

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I don't think about pirates of the carribbean much, esp the films after the first one. But the whole sequence in 2 with Davy Jones and the music box and pipe organ did some shit to me, psychologically,

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orchres · 1 year

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Nuclear take but the premise of Black Panther imo entrenches the tensions between continental Africans and diaspora Africans by making it seem as though we on the continent were left having a fine and dandy time while our kin were being kidnapped and sold into slavery in America and the Carribbean. especially the fact that Wakanda is allegedly in East Africa. like clearly the creators have 0 fucking idea how extensive slave trade was in Africa for all of history. in the East it was Arabs kidnapping and selling us off and tbh that shit has never ended because even now every other day I see on TV how there's hella ppl from my country stuck in Saudi Arabia or the Emirates facing all sorts of abuse working 12 hour days n having their wages stolen and their passports burned. not to mention settler colonialism is still happening. and like, why do something like that? antiblackness is a global phenomenon likeee bestie there's a reason we are all so disadvantaged. this idea that there's some niggas who magically escaped both slavery and colonialism to sit pretty in isolation while the rest of us suffered and continue to suffer is actually pretty sickening.

#anyway when the hell will fucking Marvel ever be a substitute for knowing one's own history. that's not representation chale

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caffeinatedpixieheart · 6 months

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Intro post!

||About me||

Hi!! I use a few names, mainly Corey, Marshall, Bear, Buggy and Fez!

I'm strictly a lee, I don't ler unless I have a ler mood as it's starting to actually take a lot out of me mentally/srs

He/him pronouns only

I'm gay (nwlnw) Polyamorous and two spirit, I'm also happily taken by my partner and my lovely boyfriend!

I'm 15

I'm a wild mix of things, to be specific African, Carribbean, indigenous, pacific islander, Hispanic and European

I'm currently on testerone

I'm an age regressor, my little ages are 0-3

I'm also a Juggalo, feel free to ask what that is

I speak English, some anishinaabe (ojibwe) and I'm learning Japanese and Spanish

My dms are open for people 13-18+ but if you're 18+ please don't be weird

||Interact;thin ice;dni||

Interact:

Sfw tickle community

Sfw agere community

Marvel fans

DC fans

One piece fans (anime and live action)

Juggalos

Thin ice;

ONLY writes/draws feet tickles

Genshin stans

DNI;

NSFW

Ddlg + variants

Basic DNI (homophobes, racists, transphobes ect)

||tags||

#tickle

#icp

#vent

#marshalls in a lee mood

||other blogs||

@bearlee-sensitive this one is abandoned and I only check it occasionally to see if anyone from this account messaged me

@gigglebuggy im still gonna use this one, but probably mainly for vents and smaller posts as well as my "mine and oaks conversation of the day" but I'll also use this one for that!

||social media||

Instagram: skvll._.b0dyyy

||boundaries||

Don't vent or talk about negative stuff without permission or a warning, unless I ask you like how your day was cause then I'm gonna be expecting it

Don't guilt me or pressure me into tickling or teasing you.

Don't out me as trans/two spirit, gay ect to anyone. Ask me first if you can tell them, I feel like this should probably go without saying

My pronouns are he/him/his, don't use they/them for me it makes me uncomfortable. I'm fine with it/its but please. Just use he/him

Don't force me to ask for anything (like teases, tickles ect) if I say I don't want to

If I say I like something please don't go on a rant about how much you hate it

Don't drag me into drama or fights.

If I say I want to use another name don't say shit like "But I liked your last name, you'll always be *the last name* to me" If I say I want to keep using that name just not as much then you can keep calling me it

Do not make negative comments about my partners. I've been with them for a while and I love them very much. If you do talk about them negatively you'll get a warning, if you continue to talk about them negatively or behind their back that's your ticket to getting blocked

Don't ask me personal questions without permission

Don't try to somehow change me into being monogamous, I'm a Polyamorous person, that's not gonna change cause you want it to.

Don't call me any nickname that I only allow my romantic partner to call me. They're only allowed to call me that for a reason.

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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hey yall so

as yall know im black, so a bitch uses aave whenever im talking to the fellow niggas

ion know who here is black or not, or understands aave (ian know a lot of the terms til i got older cus i live in the suburbs)

so in case yall aint understand what i be saying (any of yall correct my grammar ur blocked, ian ever gotten a b in english i know how to talk i js don't wanna talk like a stuffy old ass man. u don't like my grammar? baby idc) here's a link to an aave dictionary

it aint been updated since nov. 2022, but that's the basics. this ain't mean that you can correct how i use these terms, im not soulaan im from the carribbean, so how i use my shit is different. don't come up in here n try to correct me on this unless im using something offensive to u. because im black the fics ill be writing will have aave terms, so there's a resource so my shit is acceptable to everyone who wants to read it. n white folks, while my characters might not be white, that doesn't mean yall cant enjoy em too, js don't get the wrong ideas. no u cant have braids js cus i wrote someone w cornrows, u cant be using aave in the streets unless u grew up like that. its a closed practice, not for yall to infiltrate.

anyway have a good day yall

#black people #urfavnegronerd #fanfiction #writing #aave #caribbean #haiti #rae talks

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thepariahcontinuum · 2 years

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Best junk food to eat while drunk or off ya shit?

Y'know now I think about it, I've never actually had Carribbean food while I'm on a session... Mainly cos there's no Jamaican places in my city that actually deliver anymore which is a shambles.

So it's either gonna be Pizza or a Chinese on the pre-drinks and ramen if I'm trying to sponge up alcohol after I'm drunk.

#Q&A #ask me anything #AmA #drunk blogging #Pizza #chinese food #caribbean food #Ramen #RwbyCrackheadShipper

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upsidehell · 2 years

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i’ve been having a reset day today guys, my brains just an empty shell. so i have been taking advantage of it. watching shit tv & playing games that require next to nothing energy or thought ( aka lego pirates of the carribbean because i am a 32 year old child. ). replies & answered asks will come tomorrow when hopefully my brain decides that words exist. 🤣 if you wanna plot something, my ims are always open, even if we have never interacted before. anyways, i love you guys so much! have an amazing day/evening/night you beautiful souls!

#〤 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈. ៸ ៸ ៸ ooc.

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arsenicxarcana · 2 years

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speaking of WANF i had a thought about like, far-flung future shit

imagine it’s a full moon night and you’re part of a two-bit smuggler ship that’s just been taken down by pirates, you and the rest of the crew are trussed up and awaiting Judgment on the deck of this big black Death Ship

and this guy walks out that’s unnatural as hell - demon horns, goat legs, unicorn tail, bright silver eyes with dark sclera and dark makeup, one arm is covered in armor while the other is covered in fur and both sides have claws, he’s wearing black leather and fur and animal bone and a motherfucking RAVEN comes to sit on his shoulder like it belongs there

(may or may not be accompanied by two white dogs that carry a similarly unnatural air, like youre pretty sure they’re some kind of borzoi but you just KNOW they’re actually hellhounds)

he speaks in a voice thats sharp and hoarse as if he’s swallowed seawater, with harsh, honestly obnoxious tones and a whisper of something ancient beneath, like something else is speaking alongside him

“do you fear death?”

(u know davy jones’ speech in pirates of the carribbean? he goes into something like that - you can die out here or you join the crew and your mortal soul is forfeit. strong implication of death or death)

you’re pretty much shitting yourself in fear like oh ok we just got raided by Literal Satan Himself (possibly with an offer of deals included)

and then a shorter, younger, more human-looking guy - messy auburn hair, gangly limbs, disheveled clothing, cutlass loosely tied to one hip, honestly looks like he just rolled out of bed - swans up to the monstrous captain(?) with an easy familiarity

“c’mon, lucio, we’ve been over this”

a more human-like pout appears on the creature’s pale lips before he steps back with a little bow of deference. “oh of course, captain, you never let me have any fun anymore”

“go help pashinka with supper before papa tries to do it again, i can handle this”

he holds out his arm and the raven jumps to him with a short squawk, settling onto his shoulder and giving him a bit more air of importance. the demon storms off below decks, leaving you with the other man - despite his easy demeanor, you can see he has the same quicksilver eyes as the monster threatening you before

“now where were we?” he draws his cutlass and grins. “oh yeah - do you fear death?”

#we are not friends #we are not friends AU #legacy part 2 #no i dont know why pirates are still a thing 50+ years from WANF dont look at me #.... i dont know what the kids name is #arsenic is staying out of the kitchen they know better

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