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eirian · 4 months

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havin thots. if this makes u uncomfy i understand and u have the freedom to unfollow or block, curate ya own experience i wont be mad

prefacing this by saying i still have my own standards and havent flipped to Supporting certain things, my opinions on the way i view things have just kind of shifted

so theres a convo going on on a post ive reblogged elsewhere abt the morality of portraying certain things in fiction and how it may or may not reflect on the creator irl and it rly made me think abt stuff

ive always been a believer in the idea of fiction 100% affecting reality and that if u write smth nasty theres gotta b a reason for that somehow. but after reading some pieces im kinda thinkin like. idk. i do agree that fiction can affect reality still, i think thats undeniable, and sometimes ppl who write certain things in fiction CAN and ARE actually into those things irl. but now im also of the opinion that not everyone is in that category and some ppl just want to explore things in fiction that they would never ever support or do irl for one reason or another. fiction can affect or reflect reality but in the end fiction is not reality. i think both can be true. just...make sure things are tagged bc a lot of ppl Including Me dont want to see certain shit in their fandom tags.

like idk. i hate certain subjects in fiction like of course pedophilia and underage torture porn and incest and i will never ever support or tolerate those things. but at this point ppl have the right to write about them themselves if it stays in fiction. fiction has always been a place to explore shit without it being done in the real world (even tho again i do know some ppl Do like these things irl. just not everybody). i feel like i would be a hyprocrite if i condemned everyone who writes content like that and then turned around and continued indulging in my own interests like at the very least the violence and murder in dragon ball and the other evil/problematic characters im interested in. ive literally written some brutal murder shit and...well. zamasu and goku black. thats all i rly need to say abt that lol.

that being said the anti/proship shit is still stupid as hell to me. i dont condone attacking ppl and dogpiling and witch hunting for writing nasty shit even if it grosses me out personally, but i also cant stand ppl who make being into fictional gross shit Their Entire Personality and act like theyre doing something by flaunting it. yknow. both extremes are stupid and i wish it would die already

so ya. i most likely wont b making any posts abt that shit in the future, im getting too old to be stressing abt shit like that. if someone squicks me out im going to block. thats it. and if you dont tag your shit im also blocking and then strangling you on top of it. thats all

#hopefully yall understand where im coming from w this #i dont wanna start anything so i really do encourage you block if u disagree. im not abt to argue or debate anything

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rowarn · 5 months

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HI !!! i just wanted to tell you that your new ghost fic is SO INSANELY GOOD. like. wow. the amount of dedication and effort you put into the fic clearly shows through how beautifully constructed it is. it was such an emotional ride and i cried SO HARD when simon was being mean to reader like YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT ! but im happy simon apologises especially considering how hard it is to show vulnerability. reader was written in such a relatable manner i could literally see myself in the fic as i read through it YOU DID AMAZING. AND THE SMUT!! SCREAMS ITS SO GOOD i was giggling and kicking my feet AAND WHEN SIMON GOT MEAN!! the way he was snarling LIKE PHEW! sorry i was just so excited for the fic AND THE END RESULT JUST EXCEEDED EVERYONE'S EXPECTATIONS FOR SURE. i am gonna be thinking about it the whole day :( will probably reread too because its like 1 am here BUT ANYWAYS . you did absolutely amazing and i hope you are proud of yourself !! give yourself a treat you deserve it >:3

AHHH THANK U SO MUCH FOR SUCH KIND WORDS IT RLLY MEANS A LOT !!!!

i'm glad that i was able to make the readers cry bc i did cry myself while writing it 🥹 simon was so mean that i thot ppl were gonna be like HES IRREDEEMABLE but it seems a lot of ppl were mad at both him AND reader LMAO 😭 i'm glad ppl found the reader relatable regardless of how....messy they were in the head for a good while.

i was havin to do LAPS while writing the smut bro 😭 when he started bein all commanding and shit i was like DAMN he's so dreamy i was truly in love with PLM!simon for the whole fic what a man!!!!!!

BUT THANK U FOR READING IT AND TSKING THE TIME TO SEND ME AN ASK ABT IT HEHE <33333

#ask

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deputy-buck · 4 months

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Tag Game

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people.

@kafka-ohdear I know you didn't tag me directly but I'm doing it anyway bc you said Anyone, so thanks for the implied tag😌

1- Me On You - Muscadine Bloodline

Such a hearty song with a couple lines I will scream all day

Good God Almighty and Lordy have mercy Little momma got me fumblin', stumblin' by the way that she walks I need your kiss like a catfish Need a stank bait, can't take the way you done drop my jaw

2- Ick - Lay Bankz

It's so catchy SORRY

3- My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

If you don't at least appreciate the meaning of this song there's something wrong with you-

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine

4- The Lover - Nine Inch Nails

This will forever be a Gene/Sid song to me

His eyes summer Hypnotize they see inside of me

5- Cash Shit (feat. DaBaby) - Megan Thee Stallion

I LOVE HER SO MUCH UGH IT'S SO BAD MY OBSESSION WITH ER MUSIC RECENTLY-

Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen Call him a trick and he don't get offended He know he giving his money to Megan He know it's very expensive to date me Told him go put my name on that account Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up

6- Cocaine Country Dancing - Paul Cauthen

He puts the old sound of country into his new era of lyrics with a bit of modern instrumentals, which scratches the perfect itch in my brain

I said, a-twist for me, baby Hit a rip for me, baby Take another shot, get lit for me baby, ooh-wee ... Well I'll twist for you, baby Hit a rip for you, baby Take another shot, get lit for you baby

7- Thot Shit - Megan Thee Stallion

SHE'S BACK HOES

Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate 'Cause a bitch spit a whole lot of venom And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me All I see is a whole lotta dinner ... I 'on't a give a fuck who talk behind my back 'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear ... Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up Hoes taking shots but they ain't in my caliber

8- Girls in the Hood - Megan Thee Stallion

this... has to be unhealthy- I LOVE EAZY-E TOO AND I LOVE HER FOR RE-DOING THE SONG BUT FOR HER AND THE GIRLS

'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard Ever since 16, I been havin' a job Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch, uh

9- Love My Way - The Psychedelic Furs

Duck how the fuck do we both have CMBYN songs on our repeat playlists???? I do love this song so much though, the scene it goes with makes me so sad and happy at the same time-

There's an army on the dance floor It's a fashion with a gun, my love In a room without a door A kiss is not enough in

10- Cobra - Megan Thee Stallion

yeah I might need to listen to someone else..... I won't but I probably need to-

How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed?

Taggin whoever wants to do this!!

#tag game #muscadine bloodline #lay bankz #mitski #nine inch nails #paul cauthen #megan thee stallion #the psychedelic furs #buck builds #Spotify

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bulliness · 2 years

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Havin lots of intrusive thots lately

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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Thot take, you say? 👀 @helahades is the inspo 🖤 cookout! Ari 😭😮‍💨

Ari is definitely the guest at the barbecue cookout that puts full hands on your waist just to say “excuse me”.

I can see him taking advantage of the crowded space of your kitchen when everyone is trying to make their plates, get in and get out, and he’s got you by the waist and pressing his front against your ass just to get by.

And it’s really because he’s been watching you and he’s never wanted you so badly.

He’s a type of pervy that doesn’t bother you like he’ll make a lot of innuendos, let his touched linger uncomfortably long. I can see him staring you down as he’s drinking a beer and trying to keep up a conversation with your Dad.

Don’t forget the way he greets you when he first makes his way in, you weren’t expecting him so when you go to open the door and see it’s him, your heart falls to your ass.

“Good to see you, bunny. You gonna show me where everyone is at or just stand here and let me look at ya?”

He’s got you by the hips and let’s his hands fall under your ass and even though he’s not totally touching, he’s kinda touching because he wants you to think that he’s touching, he’s very slick minded.

He’s also slick like offering to help you clean up while your folks go out running errands, it’s sweet of him to put it out there when they expected him to tag along too.

What they wouldn’t expect was the ways Ari planned to fuck you all throughout the house.

He’s got you bent over the arm of the couch to tear you apart with his tongue from behind, hands spreading your cheeks, then you’re riding him on the carpet after you got his cock down your throat, legs on his shoulders as you laid on the cleared out kitchen table, he’s got you in his arms and legs locked around his waist as you bounced on his dick, reverse cowgirl on the couch, everything.

“Always knew you’d be a little slut for me if I gave you the opportunity, bet all you could think about was havin’ my dick so fuckin’ deep in this little pussy”

You nodded desperately, hands digging into his knees to keep yourself moving on him.

“Fuck, Ari, yes, couldn’t keep my mind off you as soon as I saw you”

Ari laced a hand in your hair and pulled, craning your head back, his chin rest on the top of it.

“Gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded pathetically, tears streaming down your cheeks. He softly cooed for you to let it happen, trying to keep you from running from him as you came. He wanted to feel everything you gave him.

“‘M gonna cum in you, marking this cunt all mine, I better not see anyone try to get at it, if so, I’ll kill em, you understand me?”

“Yes, Ari!” He slapped your ass, hard.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, daddy, I understand, I fucking promise, ‘m all yours”

“Fuckin’ better be, my good girl, all mine. Knew you always had a thing for me, daddy just had to act on it, that’s all”

He turned you around to face him, taking you by the face and kissing you fully, all tongue and pure filth. It was a distraction from how full you were becoming, Ari filling you to the fucking brim.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Wanna fuck you in your bed”

“B-but my parents will be home the whole day—“

“And daddy’s gonna have to teach you to keep that pretty mouth shut when he’s inside you, isn’t he?”

oh you were in for it.

GENIE THIS IS SO HOT HELP OH MY GOD! You and @helahades are legit so *chef’s kiss* 🥵🥵🥵

Ari fits this so well like filthy dilf vibes and he’s always been into you and just knows you’d get nasty for him too he just has to bring it out in you

He’s gonna turn into his little slut, all his, all daddy’s 🥺 YESS UGH THIS IS SO PERFECT

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut

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riphimopen · 2 years

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your takes are stellar bro..... you're so correct. i love havin fun with these characters and being silly and babying them etc but sometimes being serious is also so sexy. anyway. i love the end note about freddy i do agree that he's just a fucked up funnyguy and the tragic backstory from the final nightmare (?? or whatever) is a load of horseshit that they put together last minute just for shit and giggles and i don't care for the canonicalness of it all but i AM wondering if you have any ~serious~ thoughts about him forreal? or since we're here, i'm mainly inch rested in hearing anything you might have concerning bubba or billy? best regards hugs and kisses

oh hugs and kissessss king thank you lmaooo. i try not to have a lot of serious thots abt freddy bc like? i think he deserves to just be a fucked up freak with zero depth, we all need one of those in our lives.

AS FOR THESE OTHER TWO KINGS.......

so bubba is a FUNDAMENTALLY TRAGIC character on the basis of manipulation and the dynamic we see in the sawyer home, but i mean all four sawyer brothers are absolute pinnacles of tragedy. the desolation of the home. the decline of the craft. the thematic elements of time, age, and the era....... alongside being a wacky fun horror film, tcm is a sad movie for sad bitches lmao. like. eldest-daughter-syndrome drayton. desperately seeking outside enrichment chop and nubbins. and bub himself being transformed into a slaughtering machine in the name of keeping his family afloat? its.......................................................... they're all just trying to get out of that godforsaken house without realizing it. something abt struggling siblings holding onto each other and dragging each other down in the process. i think we need more drayton and bubba content and i think both of them are horribly frightened people driven into the dirt by the combined heels of industrialization, tradition, and upbringing. and drayton was once as young and full of life as nubbins and chop top, and he was saddled with three kids and a crushing familial responsibility to take up the trade. and then nubbins and chop were young, were teens, were adults, were looking for somewhere over the rainbow to escape from the very real terrors of home (because lets be real, even as a sawyer, you aren't born with an immunity to repulsion and fear), and the both of them went off the deep end in very visible behavioral ways, unattended and unwanted, or treated as such. and bubba. autistic king trying to keep his crazy little family together and do his best to stop his older brothers from killing each other. deep sigh. the UPSIDE, though, is that these sawyers stick together for better or for worse and while they drag each other down plenty of the time, those bonds ensure that they'll always have someone watching their back. i think bubba loves a lot and is loved a lot but his family is having a very difficult time keeping the house stable. hhh god i just wish the sawyers could be happy lmao

now BILLY................................... frankly i like it when billy is left as a nonentity, i think the lack of detail in the original really lends itself not only to the terror but to our sympathies? idk like you would expect it to be the reverse, you'd expect that the 2006 remake draws more audience emotion (which i mean that story goes hard asf for no damn reason its heavy), but i find 1974 billy almost more sympathetic; i think its the fact that we only receive snippets of information abt him as the characters do and its,,, he's very real, this way, when we DONT know whats going on with him. when the only context we have is that hes a nutcase in the attic and something is very very wrong in his tone. like bubba hes an extremely tragic character and the anonymity of his actions really highlights how foreign he is to the sorority house, to the warmth and cheer of the celebrations.... idk like giving him a backstory was all good and well but i like watching the original and really just going god,, thats just some guy. no one knows whats wrong with him and hes all alone and even we as the audience dont know whats wrong with him, we couldnt help him even if we wanted to. hes a freak and hes desperately asking for help and we have no ideas where his problems stem from, and THAT is really what makes me much more sympathetic to him idk. idk the fact that the working title was Stop Me always gets me jusssst deflated like a rubber ball lmao

#asks #THANK U FOR BEING NICE 2 ME <333

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes!

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

favorites marked as ⭐

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists. She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #uhh im lazy #to tag #THANK YOU FOR THE MILESTONE <3 #sukirichi #suki: 2.4k milestone event

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Do Us Any Harm, Chapter 5: Righteous

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CW: Peril, blood and injuries (non-graphic), minor character deaths, swearing, Remus (innuendo, suggestive comments, thots on injuries, etc.) WC: 7140 Art by @incognetomisquito | Beta read by @psychedelicships

Then the armies of wrath shall spread their virtue With righteous anger as their sword Valor and justice their armor The blood of the wicked shall fall -The Call of Al Ghayz Fadil, Virtuous Wrath, from the Captain’s Personal Log

True to his word, the Captain left the Sides to rest. Some time after sunset, he sent a crew member down with food for them. Logan was still making marks on the wall when he came in.

“Ha!” he laughed, “Wait ‘til Captain Anja sees what ye done w’ his ship! Al Ghayz Fadil is not meant to be marked up with th’ scribbles of a madman.”

Logan turned to him, frowning, then demonstrated how easily the charcoal could be wiped away with the hem of his coat. “It is not permanent, I assure you.”

Janus and Remus both moved to either side of Logan, standing between this new arrival and the Logical Side.

He shook his head at the trio, dismissing Logan’s work with a wave of his hand. “Ye should eat up." He pointed at Janus and Remus. "Then th’ Captain wants ye two on bow watch.” He opened the grog container and filled their tankards.

Remus looked toward Logan and Janus before crossing his arms and glaring at the pirate. “So that's where two of us will be… And where will the third of us be assigned?”

“Th’ Professor there will be havin’ a little talk wi’ me,” Captain Anja’s voice rumbled from the doorway. Remus and Janus closed ranks around Logan standing between the Captain and the Logical Side. Anja laughed, a deep chuckle that they felt in their bones. Janus’ eyes widened, staring at him. Anja met Janus’ gaze with a smile. “We’re not cannibals. I merely want t’ see if th’ Professor here is prepared t’ resume his duties as Boatswain. Jax here has been trying to fill his”—' Anja looked down at their bare feet, shaking his head—” shoes, as it were, but he’s jus' not th’ same as th' original.”

Janus carefully peered at the Captain, then rested his hand on Remus’ shoulder, nodding slightly. “It will be okay,” he murmured.

“Dragonskin is right, Kraken. Professor’s safe with me. We’d be lost without our navigator.”

Logan adjusted his glasses, finally speaking. “Was that intended to be a pun?”

Anja smiled, “Oh, y’know me, Professor, I would never intentionally make a pun!” He winked at Logan. He looked around the room, wordlessly dismissing Jax. “Finish yer meal. I’ll meet th’ lot o’ you here in ten minutes.”

The Captain paused, looking at Logan’s markings on the wall. He crossed his arms and Logan braced himself, ready to demonstrate how easily the markings could be removed. Instead, Anja held out his hand, nodding toward the makeshift charcoal. Logan exchanged a quick look with Janus before relinquishing it.

Anja took it carefully from Logan’s hand, gripping the burnt wood with his thumb and index finger. Reading the speed and distance calculations Logan had scrawled while trying to better determine their precise position, Anja added a few new calculations, noting a slightly different latitude, then drew a circle around it. He looked back at Logan and returned his charcoal, winking, “We’re actually aimin’ fer 13°N an’ 27 minutes.”

After giving them a bit more time to finish eating, Captain Anja met the three Sides outside the gunroom. Together, they walked to the center of the ship, stopping at a long line of locked panels set in the floor. Logan’s eyes lit up and he leaned closer to Remus to whisper, “They use the ballast as the ship’s holds. I wonder how they redistribute the weight as stores are depleted….”

Anja turned sharply, looking at the Logical Side through narrowed eyes. Remus stepped a little closer to Logan, edging his body just between the two, his mouth set in a thin line, shoulders tense. He visibly relaxed when Anja smiled. “We replace th’ empty containers wi’ sea water t’ maintain th’ proper balance.” He opened the first set of panels, revealing several rows of jars filled with ocean water. Anja gestured for the trio to follow him to the other end of the long line of panels. As they drew closer, there was a growing and unmistakable citrus scent. “Here’s wha’ we’re down here for.”

Captain Anja looked at the three. “Ye three were out fer breakfast, so none o’ ye’ve had yer marmalade today. Wait here.”

Anja pulled a different set of keys from one of the pockets of his overcoat, unlocking the panel. When he opened the door, Logan curiously peeked over the Captain’s shoulder and spied row upon row of glass jars filled with an orange and yellow substance. He leaned in closer and finally recognized them. “Oh you mean literal marmalade.”

“O’ course! It’s th’ only way t’ keep citrus on our journey. Th’ lemon juice fer th’ grog is jus’ ‘bout gone. Citrus keeps th’ scurvy away.” Anja grinned, taking down a half-filled jar and a spoon. “There’s not much sugar in it, so it’s rather sour, but th’ crew seems to like it tha’ way. Keeps better, too. Now, take yer medicine like a good lad.” He handed the jar and a spoon to Logan, gesturing toward the others. Janus took the jar from Logan and opened it, sniffing deeply. Logan passed him the spoon and he took a small taste, nodding.

“It’sss delectable,” he pursed his lips, blinking rapidly, “but the citrus does the trick.” He handed the jar and spoon to Logan, who frowned at the shared utensil for a moment, wondering briefly about the potency and impact of figment bacteria in the Imagination before dipping in the spoon and taking a serving for himself. He choked it down, then passed the jar and spoon to Remus.

Janus murmured quietly to Remus as he scooped an overflowing spoonful, “One.” Remus wrinkled his nose at him before closing his eyes and dolloping the dripping spoonful onto his tongue, scrunching his face and shuddering at the acidity. He grinned, then licked the spoon clean, handing both back to Anja with a shoulder shimmy.

The Captain smiled, sharp white teeth shining through his dark beard, “Preserves t’ preserve the crew.” Janus glared at Anja, who smiled innocently, “I thought you’d approve, Dragonskin. Besides, where do y’think I got my nickname? The Moorish crew have been calling me Captain Nar Anja for almost a decade now.”

Logan and Janus exchanged a look, brows furrowed. Remus laughed, blurting out, “Wait, you’re called Captain Orange because you make your crew eat orange marmalade?”

Janus scowled, “A little on the nose there, isn’t it, Captain ?”

Captain Anja shrugged, “Perhaps, Dragonskin, but not everyone can have such a unique nickname gifted to them, eh?” Logan stared between the two, brow furrowed, once again feeling like he was only hearing part of a conversation.

“Excuse me, Sir ,” the Captain’s First Mate, Habib, approached the group. He eyed the Sides for a half-second before nodding to the Captain. “If ya have a moment?”

Captain Anja turned to the trio, “Wait fer me up on deck.”

Janus raised an eyebrow at the Captain who stared back impassively. “You’ve grown close,” he murmured so quietly only the Captain could hear.

The First Mate’s eyes were focused on the Captain, waiting for him to follow. Anja turned to Janus, lips drawn upwards into a small smirk, eyes flicking quickly to Remus and Logan. “‘Glass houses’, Dragonskin. Glass houses….”

Janus shrugged, silently beckoning Logan and Remus to follow him up to the upper deck. “What was that all about?” Remus muttered quietly to Janus. Logan was silent but turned his head fractionally toward the pair.

Janus shook his head, shrugging lightly, “It seems as though our First Mate had something personal to discuss with our Captain.” Remus grinned and he waggled his eyebrows, craning his neck to watch the Captain and his First Mate turn a corner.

“Oh, yeah, the Captain can get—”

“Remus!”

A short while later, Logan, Janus, and Remus stood together on the cold upper deck. It was a clear night and the sky was bursting with stars, their light bathing the ship in a cool, ethereal glow. Captain Anja approached the trio, staring up at the sky with them. He inhaled deeply, seeming to smile at the cold, salty air. “A lovely night, ain’t it?”

Narrowing his eyes slightly at the tortured grammar, Logan nodded. “It has been quite some time since I have seen the sky like this.” He frowned after a moment, still looking up, examining the constellations before them. “However, I am confused about something, Captain. Given the season and our known target destination, wouldn’t we expect to see the Cygnus constellation and the rest of the Summer Triangle? If I am not mistaken, that”—he pointed to a line of stars that seemed to fan out at the end—”is Scorpius. We should not be able to see it from north of the Equator at this time of year.” He stared at Anja. “If we are heading toward the Gambia at 13°N from Port Royal, we are taking a terribly circuitous path.”

Captain Anja grinned broadly, “Aye, I’ve missed ya—'' He caught the quick warning glare that flashed across Janus’ face. “Ye and yer quick observations on deck. A day under th’ weather an’ it hardly shows.” Captain Anja pulled out a sextant from an inner pocket of his coat and held it up, subtly demonstrating how he used it before handing it to Logan. “I’ve got yer old friend ri’ here.” Logan held it and this time, neither Janus nor Remus could not mistake the fondness in Anja’s eyes as he watched Logan’s expression of wonder at the tool.

“Ah! We are much closer to 10°S than I would expect.” Anja carefully schooled his expression back into a mild scowl as Logan lowered the sextant for a moment, meeting Anja’s eyes. “Perhaps we should tack the sails, unless, of course, you are concerned about that nimbostratus cloud formation to the West.”

“Aye, that’s what’s got us on this… circuitous path. Y’ canna see it in th’ dark, but those clouds were lookin’ fierce all through th’ day. I fear there’s a storm tha’ way. If we can keep this path, we have a chance t’ swoop ‘round it an’ then head back north toward th’ Gambia.” Captain Anja nodded, his smile growing cold. “And the Pinafore.”

Logan’s eyebrows knit together and he started to ask why they were hunting the British ship. Janus flicked his hand slightly, not enough to use his power to actually cover Logan’s mouth, but just enough to nudge him. Logan’s eyes flashed in anger at Janus’ sudden use of his ability, and he turned to him, face burning and eyes sharp before he caught himself, visibly trying to calm his anger.

It was over in less than a second. Logan quietly blinked away his rage, shaking his head slightly. Janus saw the emotion flash across his face and nodded at him, briefly gripping his shoulder. He mouthed to the Logical Side, “Later.” They would have much to talk about when Bow Watch was over.

“Well,” Anja clapped Janus on the back, “Jax and Salim aren’t due to come off bow watch for another hour or so an’ movin’ around this storm has put some time on our hands.” The Captain winked at Logan, “Fancy a lil’ game of chess, Professor? We haven’t played together in a long while.”

Captain Anja and Logan sat across from each other at a small table in the Captain’s quarters. Janus sat on one side of the table, equidistant from the opponents. Remus was behind Anja, sprawled on the Captain’s desk, twirling a bent belaying pin he’d picked up outside.

A worn wooden chess board sat on the table between the Captain and Logan. Anja turned in his seat, plucking a box from his desk. He eyed Remus briefly, “Make yerself a’ home, Kraken.”

Remus bowed his head, placing a delicate hand against his chest, lowering his eyes coyly, “Why thank you, O Captain, my Captain.”

Lips twitching, Anja turned back to Logan and opened the box to reveal a complete set of polished stone chess pieces carefully nestled inside the silk-lined box.

Logan’s eyes widened. “Captain, those are beautiful.”

“Aye,” Anja murmured, nodding. “I got these from th’ captain’s quarters of La Concordia .” He scowled, shaking his head. “Damned bilge rat didn’t even know how t’ play.” He turned the box so that both he and Logan could reach inside, then started to place the black pieces on his side of the board.

Logan began to place his own pawns on his side, tilting his head at the Captain. “It angers you that he lacked knowledge of the game of chess?”

“It vexed me tha’ th’ dog had this beautiful chess set not t’ use but jus’ because it was expensive.” The Captain grit his teeth, looking away from Logan. “What enraged me was th’ bloody ‘triangular trade’ tha’ gave him th’ coin t’ buy it.”

Logan’s eyes flashed and his grip tightened as he stared down at the bishop he was about to place on the board. “Such outrage is understandable,” he said in a low voice.

“if ya aren’ outraged, you aren’ paying attention.”

Logan narrowed his eyes, “Where we’re from—” Janus raised an eyebrow at the Logical Side and lifted his hand in a vague gesture at chin level. “Originally, that is…” Logan glanced at Janus, watching his hands for any early warning that he was about to be silenced. Janus had lowered his hand. “That particular phrase is commonly used by, well… bigoted factions, typically in response to progressive efforts.”

“Yes!,” Anja nearly shouted, pounding a fist on the table. Logan’s eyes widened at the vehemence of Anja’s response, and he felt a corresponding burning in his own chest, “It’s jus’ one more thing tha’ infuriates me,” Anja beat his fist against his own thigh to punctuate his words. “ Time an’ time again , those who benefit from the status quo end up in power and then leverage that power to maintain their status.” Logan watched as the Captain took a deep breath, almost visibly pushing away his anger. Finally, he looked up at Logan and said in a quieter voice, “The only solution is to burn it all down.”

Logan blinked in surprise, “Are we not at risk for losing even more if there is complete anarchy?”

Anja sat back in his chair, eyes trained on Logan. “Professor, yer a man o’ letters, tell me. Wha’ happened after th’ 14th century Bubonic Plague?"

Logan adjusted his glasses, squinting at the apparent topic change. “Over a third of the human population in Europe was wiped out. It is estimated that subsequent pandemics killed up to 200 million people worldwide.” Logan felt that tightening in his chest and his hands made fists on either side of the chess board. Janus cleared his throat, staring intently at Anja.

“In the aftermath, several different ethnic groups throughout Europe and the rest of the world were scapegoated.” Logan’s voice grew raspy as he fought to breathe past a growing fire behind his ribs. “Hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions more were massacred out of bigotry and some scholars believe it is the root of the European anti-Semitism that lead to the—"

Captain Anja interrupted, "Aye, tell me more ‘bout th’ guilds, Professor." An amber steel glowed in the Captain’s eyes as he rested his hand lightly over Logan's shaking fist.

Logan found himself suddenly able to take in a deep breath, focusing on a specific detail. He blinked, collecting his thoughts, recalling details from the time period. He nodded slowly, "Humanity was left with a devastating shortage of artisans and craftspeople. The parts of the world hit worst by the plague simply did not have sufficient numbers of people to restore the status quo.

“In fact, there are some who believe it is correlated to the emphasis on procreation as the primary reason for adult life… there was a great need to be fruitful and multiply.” He adjusted his glasses, humming in thought, feeling excitement bubbling in his chest, displacing the fiery anger from just a few minutes before. “Until that time, homosexuality wasn’t treated with quite the same violence that it has been, rather is treated in more modern times.”

Anja’s face lit up and he rested his arms on the edge of their playing table, leaning over with an excited grin. “Let me know when you’re planning to stop making my point for me, Logan.” The pair was so caught up in their discussion they did not notice that Captain Anja had stopped calling the Logical Side by his pirate nickname and instead had used his real name.

Remus, however, did notice, nearly dropping the eye patch he’d found in a drawer in Anja’s desk as he looked up, meeting Janus’ eyes. Janus shook his head slightly. Remus frowned, brow furrowed as he pocketed the eye patch and gave his full attention to Logan and the Captain.

“However, I reject your premise. And after the…“ Logan looked up and caught Captain Anja’s eye.

“Ah, I see it…” Logan’s voice was low, nearly awestruck. “You are right,” he whispered, staring at the Captain. “After the bubonic plague there was a small renaissance of skilled workers.” He tapped the captured pawn he’d been gripping against his palm. “It was the start of the formation of guilds and recognition of craftwork having value. Conditions improved, relative to what they were at the time, of course.”

Logan sat back in his chair, eyes falling on the chess board before them, without really seeing the pieces. “The course of the bubonic plague ultimately led to… improved conditions... For some, at least.”

"It’s th’ piggies closest t' th' trough who get th' slops first…" Anja muttered, lining up his captured pieces on one side of the board.

"A distasteful metaphor, perhaps, but it is difficult to argue with the underlying sentiment."

Now that Logan no longer seemed at risk of an angry outburst, Janus grew impatient with the ongoing philosophical discussion. Remus stared at the seemingly out of character behavior, watching how Janus thrummed his fingers against his armrest. He flipped over and off of Anja’s desk, moving to stand behind Janus, rubbing his shoulders.

Janus initially flinched at the contact but then sat back in his chair, regaining his usual near-bored demeanor. “ Wonderful , so what does that have to do with our objective?”

“My point is tha’ we canna be too quick to discount th' benefits of major change. Sometimes radical change is t' th’ benefit o’ th' entire group. Even if,” Captain Anja looked to Janus and Remus, “Even when th' change is hard.

“This has borne out through history. When th’ playing field is fin'lly levelled, an’ those wi' structural benefits an’ privileges are—”

“Not allowed to keep them?” Logan challenged.

Captain Anja opened his hands in a wavy ’perhaps’ gesture. "Would i’ be fair, then, t' simply perpetuate th' unfair conditions tha' led t' th' imbalance in th' first place?"

Logan narrowed his eyes, reluctant to concede the point. “Perhaps not.”

Janus took this moment to clear his throat, “I believe I have ‘winner’… and I see a checkmate in four moves on the board…” Attention drawn away from their discussion and back to their game, Anja and Logan were silent for the rest of the match. And Anja checkmated Logan in three.

After a wordless rapidfire game between Anja and Janus, the Captain walked the trio to the bow, relieving the current watch. He scanned the dark horizon in front of them for a few moments, then turned to Remus and Janus. “It’s time ye two started yer watch. We found some knotted lines this afternoon. My Boatswain an’ I’ll inspect th’ portside lines.”

Janus and Remus watched them go. Janus worried his lip between his teeth and pulled his coat tighter around himself, shuddering from the cold. Remus opened his coat, pulling Janus in and wrapping it around them both. Janus nodded a silent thanks, feeling his control over his doublespeak slipping under the dual stress of the bitter wind and his concern for Logan.

“Nerdy Wolverine can handle himself, Jannie. He’ll be okay,” Remus murmured, as much for himself as for Janus, “He’ll be okay.”

As Captain Anja and Logan walked down the length of the ship, Logan kept turning back, keeping the two figures in sight. He’d noticed the cold was hitting Janus hard and he worried. Earlier, Logan had estimated they were likely just south of 10°S. While the southerly breeze over the water made the daytime pleasant, nighttime bow watch could be a frigid task with the wind coming in from the colder southern Atlantic. He smiled slightly when he saw Remus wrap the two of them together in his heavy coat. The sight made Logan feel a little warmer too.

That’s when the Captain let Logan know that while he’d been watching Janus and Remus, Captain Anja had been watching him .

“Yer worried fer yer crewmates.” Logan whipped his head back around to meet Anja’s eyes. He still hadn’t seen the Captain’s eyes in bright light and they seemed to shift in color from a steely blue to an almost amber glint. It added just one more thing to the long list of mysteries that made up their captain and it made Logan uneasy. He didn’t like not knowing things. He straightened his spine and his small unconscious smile dissolved into a tight frown.

“I am concerned for the safety of anyone standing on the bow of a ship at night.” Logan tilted his head at the enigma of the Captain. He didn’t quite behave the way he’d seen other ‘characters’ in the Imagination behave before, but that could simply be because he was a leader. Typically when he’d explored the Imagination with Remus or Roman, the figments they’d created had been their subjects. Could that be why this figment feels so different?

“Aye,” he murmured, fixing his gaze on the Logical Side, gesturing toward the bow with his head, “An’ you care especially fer those two.” Anja stared into his eyes, searching, and this time, Logan thought the Captain seemed to find what he was looking for. He grinned broadly, looking at him with something that Logan wanted to label pride, but he knew that wasn’t possible.

Logan remained stone-faced, gazing at the Captain with narrowed eyes. Anja shook his head, laughing lightly. "Do ya actually not see it?” His eyes flicked back to the bow of the ship. Logan’s gaze followed his involuntarily. “Y’ can take one look through th’ sextant an’ tell right where ya’ are but ya canna see what’s right in front o’ ya?"

Logan frowned, brow furrowed. He hadn’t discussed his confusing feelings with the Sides in question yet. He was certainly not going to suddenly profess any sort of sentiment to a figment in the Imagination.

He opened his mouth to deny anything more than collegial feelings toward Remus and Janus, but then decided it might not be wise to argue with the ship’s Captain, figment or not. Captain Anja took Logan’s silence as assent and laughed again, clapping him hard on the back. “As long as ye’ follow our code, what ye get up t' when yer not working ain’t my business.”

Logan’s curiosity was piqued. “Code?”

Anja narrowed his eyes at Logan, but his smile remained, only shrinking fractionally. “How badly did ye hit yer head, Professor?” Blinking, Logan felt at the lump on the back of his head, momentarily doubting his own perception. Anja laughed, “Th' code o' th' ship.” Shaking his head, Captain Anja stopped a crew member walking past, “Duvey, what’s our Code?”

“Yes, Captain. We rest one day a week, get consent if you fancy someone or it’s the hempen jig for ya, eat the orange sh—marmalade, and what one of us gets, we all get.” Logan blinked, parsing through the layers of new information.

“Well done, off with ya then.” Captain Anja picked up a nearby coil of rope, beginning to run it through his hands, checking for nicks and knots. He nodded in satisfaction when Logan followed his lead with another coil. “‘S starting t’ come back to ya?”

Logan nodded, not wanting to contradict the Captain but feeling only more confused. He took a moment to formulate his question. “Captain… I have seen coats that appear to have once been British navy uniforms. Did we also adopt our... Code from the British marines?”

Captain Anja spat overboard, his hands making fists and his voice gone gravelly low. “Al Fadil’s nothin' like those damnable ships. There's no honor among 'em, not wi' wha’ they stand fer an' wha' they do.” Anja stared into his eyes and Logan could feel his own chest start to constrict in response. “Don’ya know wha' those dogs are up t’ out here?” Scoffing, Anja shoved the coil of rope into Logan’s chest and stormed down the deck.

“Ship!”

Anja turned at the sound of Remus’ voice calling over the whistling wind. “We see a ship!” he called again. Anja scowled and marched back toward the bow, gripping Logan’s sleeve as he passed, tugging him along as he rushed fore, following Remus’ voice. “Yer wi’ me, Professor,” he muttered, his previous anger suddenly dissolved.

Remus and Janus stepped apart as Logan and Anja approached them. Janus sought other shelter from the wind, standing between Logan and Remus, visibly shaking at the loss of warmth. Logan moved closer as soon as he noticed the other’s shivering.

Remus caught the Captain’s eye as he re-fastened his coat and pointed to where he’d seen the flashing light and the white crests in the water indicating a ship’s wake. “Down there, Captain.”

Anja grinned. “Nicely done there, Kraken, nicely done.” He pulled his spy glass from an inner pocket of his coat and raised it to his eye. “You’ve just spotted th' Pinafore, lad, an' her escort. Time t' prepare fer battle.”

Captain Anja assigned two crew members to remain on bow watch through the rest of the night and the following day, keeping eyes on the ships. By the afternoon, it became apparent that Al Fadil was slowly gaining on its target.

Finally, Captain Anja ordered the trio to try to get some sleep. Jax led them down to the crew’s sleeping quarters on the lower decks. The room was large, clean, and well-ventilated, but, mostly empty as it was, and with most of the area actually below water level, the quarters were cold. Jax gave them two blankets each, then nodded, leaving for his own assignments.

Logan scanned the lower deck and found a clear area in one corner, a bit removed from the other sections that had been clearly marked by the presence of other blankets or trinkets left behind by crew members on duty. Logan pointed, approaching the corner, “This looks like an acceptable unclaimed area.”

Remus and Janus followed. The pair removed their overcoats, Janus carefully folding his into a rough pillow shape and Remus bunching up his in a puff. They laid out their blankets, one on top of the other. Logan stood to one side, awkwardly watching them. He started to lay out one of his own blankets a bit away from the pair.

Remus looked up, a small frown dragging down his lips and his eyebrows knitted together. He exchanged a look with Janus, who stopped adjusting the blanket and sat on his haunches, looking carefully at the Logical Side.

“Lo? You’ll be cold so far away,” he finally murmured.

Logan stood up, started to speak, then stopped. Remus watched his toes clench against the boards of the deck below them. “I—I did not wish to intrude.”

Remus grinned and grabbed Logan’s hand, pulling him down to the middle of the blankets they’d laid out. “Oh, get your nerdy ass in here, Lo Lo.”

Janus chuckled, shaking his head. He stepped over Logan’s legs as he struggled to sit up. Remus catapulted over him. “I’ll take the side by the hull, it’ll be cooler.”

Janus spread out the remaining blankets on top of Remus and Logan, leaving some excess on Logan’s other side. “I would prefer not to be ssmothered in my ssleep by our resident cuddler there.” Remus grinned wickedly at Janus’ comment, winking at Logan.

“I guess you’re stuck in the middle then, Lo Lo. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Remus nudged Logan gently with his shoulder. “Unless…”

“Remus…” Janus warned in a low growl, already burrowing into the covers he’d laid on top of them.

Remus laughed, “Aw, the Professor knows I’m only kidding, right?” He suddenly looked down at Logan who was uncharacteristically speechless, watching their exchange with something between a smile and a nervous twitch painting his lips. “You do know I’m kidding, right?”

At first Logan didn’t know how to respond. He examined Remus’ expression and instead of the usual frenetic, mad energy behind his eyes, and feral, toothy smile, he saw actual concern. Remus watched him, waiting for a sign that he did, in fact, trust the Creative Side not to hurt him. Logan felt something in the center of his chest soften and he nodded, “Yes, yes I know.”

Remus grinned again, planting a kiss on the top of Logan’s head, pressing his shoulders down until he was laying flat. Leaning over Logan’s body, Remus poked Janus until his head emerged from the covers and he presented his own head for a kiss from Janus. Rolling his eyes but smiling, Janus obliged. “Thank you, Jannie,” Remus sang in a gently mocking tone.

He laid back down, on his side, wedging himself between the hull of the ship and Logan’s body. Remus sighed contentedly, snaking a hand toward Logan’s head, stroking his hair. “There, just like movie night.”

Logan twisted to face Remus, squinting slightly. “But you and Janus left my room when it was time to sleep after we watched Twisted .”

Remus shrugged and smiled, “Okay, it’s just like the way movie night ended in my head, then.”

Before Logan could craft a response, Remus closed his eyes and apparently fell asleep, hand still curling through Logan’s hair. Logan blinked at the Creative Side until a soft snore escaped his lips. He slowly turned around in the tight space, being careful not to dislodge Remus’ hand. Logan froze when Remus suddenly shifted, releasing the gentle grip on his hair and instead sliding his arm under Logan’s neck and around his shoulders.

Once Remus stopped moving, Logan tentatively relaxed. He smiled slightly. Remus’ arm was warm and fit just right in the crook of his neck. He looked up when Janus let out a little puff of a chuckle.

“Remus can be very affectionate. He’s no longer touch starved, but… he’ll probably always be rather prone to it. He’s... actually been trying hard to restrain himself. He doesn’t want to scare you off.” Janus held his breath for a moment before finally murmuring so low that Logan could just barely discern his words, “Neither do I.”

“It is quite alright… I am merely… unaccustomed to so much… affection.” Janus smiled sadly, nodding and starting to inch away, trying to give Logan a bit more room in the tight space. Logan shook his head, his hand shooting out, halting Janus’s retreat. “Please… I do not wish to remain unaccustomed to it.”

Janus’ smile brightened and he moved closer. Logan turned briefly, looking at Remus, then back at Janus. Janus thought he appeared to be making mental calculations when Logan suddenly leaned forward, brushing a light kiss against his forehead. Janus gazed back at him, eyebrows raised. He chuckled when Logan smiled and shrugged, murmuring, “It was the missing permutation.”

His smile tightened as he looked down at his gloved hands, feeling the way the leather stretched and twisted against his fingers. “I don’t usually sleep in my gloves.”

“You should sleep however you are most comfortable, Janus.” Logan looked down at the soft yellow gloves, “I told you before that your scales have never bothered me, they are...” Logan’s voice faded, looking away.

Janus’ gaze didn’t falter. “You once called them ‘captivating,’” he whispered.

Logan blushed, looking up at Janus with eyes widened in surprise, “You remember that?”

“Of course I do.” Janus flexed his hands in his gloves.

Logan smiled, the dusting of pink on his cheeks just barely visible in the shadows. “They still are.”

“They’ve… I have... far more of them now.”

Logan simply nodded. Janus looked down at his gloves and tugged them off, tucking them into his trouser pocket. Logan reached for his scaled hand, gripping it gently. “Janus, I... I mean… You should know… ” He looked into the Protective Side’s eyes in the dim quarters. and sighed with a little smile. “Good night, Janus,” he murmured as he closed his eyes, cradling Janus’ hand close to his chest.

Janus watched him for a moment before whispering, the words barely louder than his breath, “Good night, Lo.”

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After a few hours of sleep, Logan, Janus, and Remus were assigned to check the cannons on the gun deck, ensuring each was equipped with a fresh tinderbox, had a clean vent, and a small collection of cannon shot within easy reach. They worked quickly and quietly for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts and worries. Finally, it was Logan who broke the silence. Satisfied that the loading mechanism was clear on the second cannon, he’d just begun scrubbing the fuse vent with a stiff brush, when he finally spoke the words each had been afraid to voice.

“We have been all over the ship and met every pirate aboard.” Logan looked down, forcefully clearing debris from the vent. He frowned, peering into the small fuse slot. “The others are not on this ship.” He blew hard into the vent. “Is anyone else concerned that we are the only Sides onboard?”

Remus looked down at the tinderbox he was checking, running his thumb over the flint, checking for cracks that might cause it to break when struck. Janus swallowed, equally focused on the wicks in front of him. He continued to untwist the ends, creating more surface area to catch a spark when lighting them.

Finally, Janus spoke, slowly and carefully. Logan could see the strained tendons in his neck, fighting to keep his doublespeak under control. “This feels like… It is not unusual for Remus and I to be separated from the others.” He looked up at Logan and Remus briefly before returning his attention to the wicks. Remus stood still, behind Logan, staring at the Logical Side with an unreadable expression. “It issn’t clear what it means that you are with us, Lo.”

Logan nodded, moving to the next cannon, checking the mounting clamps and the frame supporting the long bronze cylinder. “Janus, you said before that we should consider the possibility that we may be in the Subconscious. Would you be able to tell if we were somehow in the Subconscious and not the Imagination? Are you not the Side who, forgive the vernacular, but the Side who guarded the metaphorical gates between the core of the Mindscape and the Subconscious?”

“Guards,” Janus emphasized the present tense, focused on the cannon in front of him, trying to tighten a lower bracket. He jerked his head up as soon as the word left his mouth. Logan’s eyes widened and Janus looked away. Logan looked between the two former “Dark” Sides.

“Are you saying that there are other Sides in the Subconscious that we do not know about in the core Mindscape?”

Remus grit his teeth, eyes boring into Janus. Janus looked between them until Logan turned around, facing Remus completely. “Remus? Are there other Sides?” Remus started to open his mouth and could feel Janus tug at his hand. Remus’ mustache twitched and his gaze bounced between Janus and Logan.

“Lo Lo,” he started, stepping forward and grasping Logan’s hand.

“Of course there are sssimpler aspectsss beyond the Sides we know, Logan.” Janus pressed his lips together, fighting the hiss. He briefly closed his eyes, shaking his head. His voice grew low, almost pleading, “Pleasse, Lo, don’t asssk thiss. There are thingsss that—”

Logan dropped his tools. “You are lying to me. You are still lying to me. I thought that we...” Logan looked down at Janus’ gloved hands then met his eyes, “I… I believed that you… I thought that things were finally different for us, after—” Logan’s voice cracked.

He stared into Janus’ eyes, “You are still hiding things from Thomas and you are still hiding them from me.” He turned to Remus, his voice shaking. “Do you know?” Remus looked away, lips trembling, but he tightened his grip on Logan’s hand. Logan could feel a sharp burning start to build behind his eyes and deep in his chest.

“Logan… Lo Lo, please, I can’t….”

Logan yanked his hand away from Remus and straightened his glasses, shaking his head. His jaw trembled with the effort to keep his voice steady. “It is fine. You are both simply doing your jobs.” He shook his head again, picking up the tools he’d dropped. “It is fine.” He pressed his lips together, stabbing his brush into the fuse vent on the next cannon. “We should get back to work. The Captain expects these cannons to be ready before midnight and while we are stuck here together on this ship, we need to stay in line.”

The trio completed the rest of their tasks in silence. Finally, the sun began to set and the First Mate sent them to collect their rations for the night and ordered them to rest. “We’re aimin’ to be on th’ Pinafore at dawn. Th’ risin’ sun will hide our approach but we won’t have much time before th’ sun clears th’ horizon an’ lights us up like a gentleman’s powdered wig in a brothel.”

Anja watched them as they gathered their food and then made their way to the small corner of the lower deck they’d claimed as their sleeping space. He chewed on the end of his miswak, noting how Logan kept a bit of distance from the other two. When everyone not on night watch finally bedded down to sleep, Anja walked among the crew, thanking them for their work, joking a bit with some, quietly tapping others on a shoulder or hand. Lastly, he approached the trio.

“Ye three’ve done good work today. Lesser men would’ve used yer injuries t’ milk a lil’ more rest time. Good on ye.”

Remus’ face broke into a wicked smile, “Why thank you, Captain. Be careful though,” he shimmied his shoulders, “You might have just found our praise k—”

Janus scowled, flicking Remus’ own hand over his mouth. Remus just waggled his eyebrows, grinning behind his hand. “It feels good to be appreciated, Captain, thank you.”

Anja frowned at Logan where he lay on the floor, curled on his side and cocooned in a blanket. He noticed how, even below decks, Logan was keeping excess space between himself and the other two. He faced the wall, completely turned away from them. Remus and Janus both followed his gaze and Remus’ expression fell. Janus’ shoulders sank and he gestured, allowing Remus to lower his hand. Remus inched closer to Logan, fidgeting with his blanket, twisting the rough wool around his fingers.

Janus watched the two for a moment before turning to Anja. The Captain’s eyes lingered on Logan for another few moments before giving his attention to Janus, “How ‘bout we have a lil’ walkabout, Dragonskin?”

Nodding, Janus bent down and whispered a few words into Remus’ ear, stroking his hair. The frantic movements of his hands slowed and Remus locked eyes with Janus, “You better be right, Jannie,” he whispered before lying down, moving closer to Logan’s back, his hand outstretched, very nearly brushing against his head.

Anja turned, picking his way through the bodies of his sleeping crew, and Janus followed.

“Y’can tell me or y’can tell my First Mate,” the Captain walked quickly toward the stern of the ship, not waiting or watching to see that Janus followed. “What’s wrong wi’ my Boatswain? I’d guess he’s ill, but Kraken wouldn’t be actin’ like a kicked puppy if tha’ were th’ case.”

Janus pinched his lips together, watching as another crew member meandered within hearing range. “Are you sscertain thiss iss the place—“ Janus bit the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath, trying again. “Perhaps we may speak in your cabin, Sir?”

Anja narrowed his eyes at Janus, tugging at his beard. Janus kept his gaze, waiting. Finally the Captain nodded once and marched them down to his cabin.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Janus turned and clicked the door shut, locking it.

“How long are you going to keep this going?” Janus demanded, all pretense of deference to a ship’s captain dissolved. “Why did you bring us here—I can only assume it was you… we know it wasn’t Remus—I don’t know if he could open a doorway to your realm even if he’d wanted to—and Roman doesn’t know about you.” Janus clapped his hand against his own chest. “I certainly didn’t drag us across the Mindscape to your godforsaken side of the Imagination. This is reckless and dangerous even for you.

“Were you bored? All this”—Janus gestured around them—”this isn’t enough excitement for? Isn’t your First Mate enough to get your blood boiling and burn off all that extra—” Janus swore in response to the other’s raised eyebrow. “Yes, of course I recognized him from the first time I was here. Just as I recognized you—you didn’t even bother to change your shirt since the last time you came to see me.”

The other simply leaned against the edge of the large table in the center of the Captain’s cabin, crossing his arms and staring at Janus.

Janus gestured emphatically, slamming his hand on the table. “This. Isn’t. What. We’d. Planned. What is the purpose? What are you hoping to achieve?” Janus’ fists began to tighten and the growl in his voice deepened. “You are putting us all in danger for what? What are you hoping to accomplish?”

His breath caught in his chest as his voice started to crack, “I can’t keep him in the dark this long with you so close! He’s too smart for that and he’s going to reason out who you are!” The other merely stared impassively. Janus took a step forward, “Why won’t you answer me!”

That’s when Janus finally noticed the other’s eyes shone a soft, glowing amber in the dim cabin. He closed his own eyes and forced a smile. Counting out his breaths, he struggled to extinguish the fire in his chest.

“Feeling better, Dragonskin?” the other murmured. “I have found it to be quite cathartic to get such things off your chest,” He smiled sweetly, the amber glow dimmed but lingering around his irises. He feigned a sympathetic frown, “I’ve found it can be rather dangerous to keep all that anger bottled up for too long without an outlet.”

Slowly relaxing and flexing his hands, Janus opened his eyes and stared at the other. “You still haven’t answered my question.” Shaking his head at the other’s silence, Janus sank into a chair, slouching down, resting his head in one hand, emphasizing his words with a flourish of the other. “Will you at least tell me why you have brought the three of us here to your little fantasy?”

The other walked around the table, sliding into the Captain’s chair. He leaned back, elbows on the arm rests, fingers loosely laced together in front of him. He tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “What makes you so certain I brought only the three of you to my realm?” --- @psychedelicships @incognetomisquito

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