#here's hoping i did marco justice

[nrhshm]

Grandpa Whitebeard Hcs!!

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Child is Gn. Use your dang imagination people!!

This legend, is a top tier on my list of favorites~! I hope I did him justice with this one.

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Oh boy, Whitebeard's grandchild just got born. A new addition to the family? Flesh and blood from the all mighty father himself?!! You know what that means-

!!!! PaRtY TIME !!!!

Lets be fair tho, the Whitebeard Pirates would use any excuse to throw a party, they're ALWAYS partying. Yet this is different... THIS IS BIG !!!

Pops just wouldn't stop smiling. All he talks about now is his newborn grandchild, he'd even call on a full commander meeting just to pick a perfect name for the baby.

And once the child is released from the ship's nursing room, this old grandpa will be doting on 'em nonestop. Filling the Mobydick with all sorts of toys and castles, even some walls might be painted in a brighter color so that "the baby wouldn't get traumatised."

All fun and games until reality hits them hard, they are pirates, notoriously famous at that. So they're constantly targeted by other pirates or pirate hunters. And when that does happen, the whole crew is in total offense mode.

The crew's usual go-to plan is trying to find potential crewmembers or deposing off enemy ships entirely. But when an offender dares to lay a finger on their precious bundle of joy, they'll be raining hellfire on earth if they leave the battle alive. Torn to shreds by Marco's blazing kicks? Skinned alive by Vista's deadly swords? Burnt to the bone till they're nothing but ashes with Ace's scorching flames?? Or even worse, sent into the darkest pits of hell by Whitebeard's strike of fury?!!

In a nutshell, do not, I repeat- YOU. DO. NOT. mess with Whitebeard's grandchild, if you value your dear unfortunate life.

Growing older, the young pirate would be basked in everyone's caring nature. Whitebeard would have his sons stay with them incase he couldn't, he'd sometimes order the commanders to entertain the child, you might even see Ace goofingly scurrying around the ship after the others, then diving headfirst onto the ground when his narcolepsy kicks out in a simple game of tag.

You'd see the Mobydick's whole atmosphere changing, Thatch constantly cooking the kid's favorite meals, even making time for fun culinary lessons and food art. Marco would welcome the child to his office, storing their favorite books, maybe even halting his work process just to read them a tale regarding mythological creatures and ancient theories.

Ace on the other hand, would be the 24/7 shopping delivery service for the kid's expenses. They want a toy castle? Here you go! They want a pony? He'll sail the seven seas if necessary! The child asks for the world's largest cat?? Well, why not go ahead and ask for five??

Whitebeard would read the child to sleep, definitely not a storybook. Nuh uh, this man would be recounting his past adventures with a proud grin on his face, narrating various battles he'd fought and conquered mightily. He'd fondly watch his grandkid's reaction grow from mere curiosity, to absolute fascination for their old grandpa.

"Don't worry kid, I see a bright future for you in the new era! You'll meet lots of good people. You'll fight only the strongest!! I'd expect nothing less from my grandchild. Well, you can call it a grandfather's hunch - GURararararara!"

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #portgas d ace headcanons #ace #one piece fanart #monkey d. luffy #one piece ace #luffy headcanons #mugiwara no luffy #whitebeard pirates #op whitebeard #whitebeard one piece #whitebeard crew #whitebeard x reader #whitebeard #whitebeard headcannons #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace x reader #marco the pineapple #marco one piece #thatch #thatch one piece #marco x reader #ace one piece #marco the phoenix #grandpa whitebeard #op imagines #op hcs #one piece imagine

[sonofthesaiyans]

Hitch Wins! On to the Next Poll...

Before any more time passes, let's get things rolling for the next round, guys.

First things first.......the results of the last poll.

First let me just say I was rather disappointed at the lack of votes, guys. A mere 61 this time around. 😞

I expected a better turnout. Especially since it was a poll honoring AOT's forgotten girls, one of the main points of my page. And I heavily suspect it was because I had to repost my original poll that it came up weak.

In my experience, when something is reposted, it generates less views on the second go around. I have seen it on YouTube and elsewhere. And I would appreciate if such a trend didn't repeat itself here. I feel like the vote turnout would have been better if I didn't have to go back and do that due to an error, and I do know the original results played out differently as a consequence.

I just hope for better from now on. And for those who do vote, PLEASE REBLOG as you do. It would help tremendously.

Anyway, as I was saying.....our top three winners. The first with 26% of the vote....

HITCH DREYSE! Not too surprising, she always seemed to be a favorite with most. One of the few members of the Military Police to actually develop a likable personality. And one of the few people to establish any real connection to Annie Leonhart which counts for something. She definitely could have benefitted from a larger role in the story. Seeing how she represents a badly underdeveloped faction within the Walls.

And at second place with just over 21% of the vote....

NANABA! The masculine beauty of Squad Miche. This is a character who continues to grow on me. And as one of the few supporting scouts with any substantial amount of screentime, she is a fascinating character. Cool under pressure, headstrong, and a natural leader. I think we can all agree she deserved better in the long run. Justice for Squad Miche.

And in third with just shy of 20% of the vote...

ISABEL MAGNOLIA! Levi's long lost friend and companion. The third of the main ladies to have an intimate and lasting impact on Levi Ackerman's life. Would have been fascinating to explore more of that unique friendship, seeing the connections he already has with Petra and Hange. She was the initial frontrunner before I had to repost the poll. Wonder how she would have fared otherwise. But she is truly the dark horse here, even in third place. I may have to do an Isabel Deserves Better post one of these days. Who doesn't love an energetic redhead?

Meanwhile.....

Poor Anka is dead last here. Didn't even crack 2% in this poll. 😔 Scoring less than Hannah Diamant And Rico Brzenska. Such a shame, I always thought she was cute and we deserved to see her in action. Please show her some love people. Because she got dealt a raw deal by Isayama. More on THAT one later....... 🔍🤔

To everyone who did vote and reblog, thank you! Let's hope for a stronger turnout this next go around.

Now, this week's poll......

In order to be fair, I am NOT including Levi as he is already plenty powerful. I also will NOT include Erwin Smith, as the controversial choice of giving Armin the serum over him I think speaks for itself. It's enough to assume that yes, there exists a vested interest in him coming back as a Titan Shifter already.

And yes I added Mikasa to the list. Let's pretend there was nothing that prohibited her from becoming a Titan, because frankly the so called Ackerpower is not well explained anyway. Also screw the canon, Isayama's rules don't apply here. Let's use a little imagination I say.

Well that is that. Please have at it people and please, REBLOG!

Let's see who comes out on top. 👍

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #hajime isayama #levi ackerman #snk spoilers #snk anime #aot anime #snk manga #aot manga #snk fandom #aot fandom #hitch dreyse #snk nanaba #aot nanaba #isabel magnolia #snk hange #aot hange #hange zoë #hange zoe #marco bodt #marco aot #marco bott #christa lenz #aot christa #snk christa #jean kirschtien #connie springer

[cyborg-franky]

Thank you so much @mamamittens for the support and I hope I did your OC justice! This was fun and I am super proud of it <3

Thatch x OC SFW WC: 2,300

Smoke break, the brief and wonderful interlude between another wave of the crew coming in and stuffing their faces full of food. He leaned on the wall and took that first perfect drag, exhaling and watching the smoke drift into the sky. Thatch loved this time of day, the sun was setting and the world was cast into a golden ambiance that filled his heart, he was a  sentimental fool, he knew that.

But he loved it, he loved his crew, his family, the smell of the sea air, and the sounds of the waves. Sunset just had that little extra something that made every day feel like a whirlwind adventure. Marco and Izou often teased him he was full of imagination (which was ironic coming from a man who was literally a legendary bird) and he should stop reading his romance novels.

He could feel himself smiling as he thought about the teasing jests from the others. He gently tapped the cigarette ash from the tip, and he saw a white feather flutter from the sky, landing at his feet. He glanced up, expecting to see their newest crewmate, seeing a few seagulls loitering up along the masts, waiting to get closer to an island or to see what goodies the kitchen had to throw out that evening.

Nikia was new and he had to admit he was taken by her. The large wings always made her look like an angel. An angel that needed a bell around her neck, how someone with such big wings could move around unnoticed until it was too late, he’d never understand.

She’d caused Ace to jump a mile and set fire to the main sail when she first got here. He rolled his eyes thinking about the interaction, how Ace had been so huffy after, and looked at her like she was after him. Everyone had had a good chuckle at Ace and he never handled that well.

But, speaking of Nikia, he hadn’t seen her in the last few days, and he was keeping a lookout. He was always looking for an excuse to interact with her, she was shy, her humor cutting and dry. She was also a writer and he often tried to talk about the books he’d read with her but it seemed her taste was, of a higher quality than his smut as Izou had called it.

In short, Thatch had a little crush that was becoming bigger than he’d anticipated, not that he could tell anyone. A crew full of men? The gossiping and teasing would have been merciless and as much as he knew it was all in jest and it would roll off him like waves of the sea on the hull of the ship, she was different and he didn’t want to be part of the reason for any discomfort.

Seemed she was already having a tough time finding her feet and fitting in.

He threw the finished cigarette overboard and stretched, hearing and feeling the satisfied popping of joints as he sighed, It was time for another long stint in the kitchen.

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He’d asked a few of the other commanders if they’d seen Nikia and to his disappointment, he couldn’t get any new information from them, not even Marco who always seemed to know everything. He drummed his fingers on the countertop and stared out the window. He’d been keeping an eye on the mess hall all service, he was growing worried she was avoiding the hall. And thus not getting the food she needed, could have been for a plethora of reasons that he didn’t know about but as a friend, a crewmate, and more importantly, as a chef, the worry that she wasn't eating gnawed in his stomach and grew.

Thatch grabbed a basket he kept for the morning rush, where he’d display his fresh baked rolls, and started to pack up a variety of food left over from dinner, making sure it was still warm, covering each up in small containers. Making sure he grabbed a bottle of water before he headed off.

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“Yo, Thatch what’s with the cute basket? Going on a daaaate?” Ace said, a smirk on his freckled face as he turned around and watched Thatch walking past, clutching the basket, ready to fight Ace if he tried to grab at it.

“And so what if it is freckles?” Thatch laughed at Ace’s eye roll before he lunged for what he was carrying, Marco grabbed him by the loops of his shorts and held him back.

“Let Thatch have his date, at least he knows what it’s like to be romantic, unlike some people..” Ray said as he watched Marco lift Ace, tossing him over his shoulder as Thatch chuckled at the scene. “It’s not a date,” He shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the three, Marco and Ray gave him a scrutinizing look as Ace let out a HA.

“I bet you waaaant it to be,” Ace, not taking Marco’s manhandling as warning enough to drop the teasing. “Who knows,” Thatch said (Ace was right though, he very much wanted this to be a date but the need to make sure she was okay outweighed what he wanted)

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He started the door, why was his heart racing suddenly? He’d let Ace get in his head too much, he took a breath and tried to collect himself. So what if he liked her and wanted this to be a date? He just wanted to make sure she was okay and that she was eating..

I mean, it could be both things, right? His mind told him and he rolled his eyes at himself. 

Thatch was locked into a staring contest with the door, his feet rooted to the spot as several things ran through his mind. In the end, he pushed the thoughts away, she might not even be in her room, she might be spending time in the library, hanging out with the off-duty nurses, anything. He opened and closed his hand, feeling clammy, out of character for him, he was normally so confident.

Wow he liked her, what was he? A teenager in love for the first time? He gave himself a mental scolding before he banged on the door. 

There was nothing, no sound of footsteps, no shuffle of papers, or signs of life on the other side of the door. Maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t in. He felt crestfallen as disappointment weighed heavy on his shoulders, making them sag.

“Hey, Nikia?” He called and strained to hear anything on the other side.

He sighed and turned to leave before the door opened, just a crack and he jumped, almost dropping the basket of food. She really had a way of scaring the living shit out of anyone, didn’t she? He tried to appear nonchalant as he turned and gave her what he hoped was a big charming smile.

“Hey!” He repeated and Nikia looked him over, eyes finding the basket before they swept back up, meeting his. “So, I thought you’d be hungry, I don’t think I’ve seen you get anything to eat since you’ve been here? Or at least the last few days?” He asked and she opened the door a little more, curiosity got the best of him and he tried to glance into her room but large fluffy wings blocked him from such a chance.

“It’s always busy in there and I don't want to knock into people with my wings.” She said and stepped out of the way, letting him into the room. It was neat and tidy, her bags still packed except for all of her books which lined the shelves.

And her writing equipment which splashed out over the desk in the corner where a lamp was glowing, fighting against the darkness that seeped in through the window. He stepped in and flipped on the light causing her to blink a little.

“Oh darlin’ don’t worry about that we have big ol men running around in the kitchen and dining room, your wings won't hurt nor bother no one.” He said with a chuckle as he set down the basket on the small table set in front of the comfy armchair.

“Hmm, it’s not so much that, I guess I’m just awkward.” She shrugged and flapped her wings, loose feathers gently dancing to the floor, joining a few others as she walked to her desk. “I also got distracted with writing… and a bit of reading..” She wasn’t looking at him now, too focused on what was on her desk, shifting through the parchment paper with words scribbled across it.

She bit her lip as she felt Thatch shift around her, he was unpacking everything in the basket on the coffee table. She watched all the boxes appear, a plate, a cup, and a container of water it seemed. She felt herself chewing the inside of her cheek. It was strange to her that this stranger, a new acquaintance was so concerned with her.

It was nice though, something akin to fluttering lifted her heart and made her wings fluff as he finished his task. “What are you writing? Anything I could have a look over?” He asked and she held the papers tighter, closer to her chest.

She didn’t really share her writing with people. But there was something about Thatch that made her want to, want to get close to him. Maybe she just felt comfortable around him. She handed him the rolled-up paper. He took it gently and opened it up, eyes roaming the words, she watched his expression with rapid attention.

“By the way, breakfast is from 6 to 8, lunch from 12 to 2, and dinner is from 5 to 7 in case no one gave you the rundown,” Thatch said, sparing a moment from being entranced with her writing to watch her expression. She always wore a neutral look, boarding on a frown but he knew that was just how people could be sometimes.

An advantage of knowing everyone on a ship this enormous was he had a taste for all the types of personalities that lived there. Never judged or assumed anything from anyone. He saw her nod in understanding as he went back to reading.

“Wow this is good, I’d read an entire book of this… the story seems familiar... Almost like I know the main character and you know what? I hope I get to know her, she seems great.” Thatch smiled and he watched how her wings trembled, puffing out a little as she stood there, eyes widening at his response.

He gently handed it back to her. “Really?” She asked voice soft, unsure, feeling awkward as they stood there, his nod settled her pang of unease but carried on lighting the warmth across her cheeks as he moved, gesturing to the food he’d set out.

“I can give you ya privacy, I know some people get nervous around new folks and people have all sorts of things and habits.” He leaned on the wall as she sat down in her armchair, brushing down her purple skirt, eyeing up the food, suddenly aware of how hungry she was.

“Thank you,” Nikia said and smiled, soft and angelic. “Any time,”

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Another smoke break, this time to calm his nerves. The interaction had been small, sure, and others (Ace and co) would tease him about how he was overthinking it but he didn’t care. As small as it was, he noticed her blush in the dim room, he saw the way her wings reacted. He was good at reading people, Nikia might have been harder than most but he still had the gift.

He blew smoke into the air once more, watching it sink into a now indigo sky. Did she perhaps also have the same, budding crush in her heart as he did? Was he overthinking it? His mind carried on spinning as he took another drag.

“Thatch,” 

He turned and saw her, a grin on her face when he inhaled wrong, puffing his chest up and coughing. Taken completely off guard as she just grinned wider as he waved the smoke away from his face, trying to catch his breath. “Yeah?” he croaked and huffed, feeling all the fool he must have looked.

“Thank you for dinner, and thank you for reading my stuff…” She said as she played with the long sleeves of her sweater, feeling the baby-soft fabric on her fingertips, she looked ahead of him, out to sea, watching the stars in the distance.

Thatch calmed himself down, his lungs not burning as much from being startled. He threw the rest of his cigarette over the side as he turned to face her. “It was nothing, it’s my job as a commander and as a chef to make sure your fed!” He proclaimed with pride in his voice.

“And the compliments? Is that something a commander is meant to do?” She asked and her wings fluttered again when she noticed the look on his face, like she’d caught him out, delighted in catching him off guard again.

“That was all me… and I meant it..” He admitted, there was no use in lying, she was sharp and maybe he wanted to be caught out by her.. “Maybe there could be a place for a romantic side plot for the main character in my book..” She hummed in thought, adjusting her glasses, still watching the stars twinkle in the sky. 

Thatch watched her, took notice of the way the evening breeze played with her wavey hair, the way her lips looked as the big grin faded into a softer smile. He gripped the rail, standing next to her and staring at the same point in the distance. “Yeah, I think I’d like to read that..”

It was his turn to grin when feathers fluttered to the ground.

#thatch #thatch one piece #one piece #one piece own character #thatch x oc #sfw #one piece x oc #one piece oc #thatch x own character

[aloeanemonabee27]

I'm craving for angst today, so I'm gonna make it everyone's problem by sharing this ASL idea modern set reincarnation au, so sit back and suffer with me cause I already cried three times thinking on this.

I don't have a beginning set but I already visualized the backstory and the middle, the backstory follows Sabo, he lost both Ace and Luffy because of Teach (fucker) so Sabo was preparing his revenge to bring justice to his brother's death, since Teach lived with the Newgate family at that time, guess who's gonna pay for the broken plates? Exactly. Sabo's motivation was basically torture and kill Teach and anyone involved to his heart content, but since day passes he slowly loose his sanity cause in his mind the faster he end this the faster he can reunite with his brothers. The Newgates/Whitbeard family didn't know the background of Teach and only saw the surface of a young man throwing away his life by killing a member of his family which ok you can't blame them, but as the story goes on the figure out Teach's intentions and Sabo's motivations until is to late. When the damage is done, Sabo's sanity was extremely broken and he was gonna end his story once and for all, because since he lost his brothers he has no reason on staying alive anymore, but fortunately (or unfortunately in Sabo's case) the Newgates/Whitebeards stopped him but Sabo was not happy about this. He got so angry, so sad so desperate that in the middle of struggling his emotions got at surface, he was crying, laughing... everything he's been bottling up for years reached the surface in a raw way, to the point Sabo himself started to plead to leave him alone, he wanted to leave, he wanted his brothers, he pleaded for his brothers. The Whitebeards stood their ground, however they felt extremely guilty about his situation even though they had nothing at fault, but seeing Sabo in such away it was impossible to not feel that way. In a way to make amends for the broken pieces, they put Sabo in a sanatorium in hope's he could get better and they took it upon themselves to visit Sabo and trying to be part of his healing process.

And here goes the middle which is kinda cliche but is an ASL story. Ace and Luffy where given the opportunity to help their brother, they were told what happend to Sabo and they decided to step in, they got offered a second life to help Sabo before he lost himself completely so without thinking twice they accept the second chance of life. What they didn't know is when they reincarnated again they did it in animal form, which where cats. The second life wasn't easy but anything to save his brother from himself, they accidentally got adopted by Thatch, for them the situation was an annoyance but at the same time an advantage. The first time they heard of someone visiting Sabo which was Marco, they followed him into the sanatorium into a certain point cause animals are not allowed. Every day they go to the sanatorium to get in but each time got them out, one day they managed to get in into the sanatorium's garden and they saw Sabo. It was heartbreaking to see Sabo, his mischievous, cunning, intelligent caring, full of life brother like this: trapped in his own mind, shut down, barley responding to anything, his eyes are hollow.. this was not Sabo. His brother was an empty husk now and it was barley reconcilable, no matter how much they tried, Sabo didn't bat an eye. Even so, Ace and Luffy didn't give up and they tried again and again each day until one day Sabo acknowledged their presence and they became his support without knowing these cats were his brothers. The staff see everyday two cats trying stubbornly to get attention from this specific patient, and they let it be at soon as they see the slow effect these cats has on Sabo.

It was a little longer than expected, I apologize for the bad grammar, writing is definitely not my fort but I tried. In any case, let me know what you think

#random #sleep deprivation #flame emperor sabo #monkey d. luffy #one piece #one piece ace #one piece sabo #asl brothers #one piece luffy #modern au #angst #portgas d ace #im sorry #im cringe i know #one piece fanfiction

[crisalidaseason]

Heeyy you! 😽 is Cris your name? Wasn't sure if it was a name, anyway. First I wanted to say that I'm so happy to find your blog, it's hard to see something other than smut or triggering content and your writing is godsend. What's your rules about request? Of it's okay would you write something with jean and sensitive reader? like she cries about pretty much anything and has a strong sense of justice but only jean understands her?

Hello dear! Yes, you can call me Cris/Crisalida, it is a name. I am the one who is happy that my fics resonate with you. I posted my rules here, you can check it out later, anon friend. I will shut up and start you request, hope you enjoy it!!

Hovering

Pair: Jean Kirstein x Sensitive, Fem! Reader Warnings: crying, implied bullying

Inspo music: My down to earth lover by blackbriar

Jean is also a little sensitive himself, he was raised by a loving mother after all. But he has some issues expressing those feelings to people other than his mom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of other people.

When he meet you, he was a little surprised by how your feelings would be so bluntly displayed. Your tears came easy and for many reasons. He also noticed how much of those tears were result of your strong sense of justice. You often cried of rage whenever something unfair happened, and unfair things happened often in the corps.

He watched as the other cadets and even captains scorned you, underestimating your abilities just because you react strongly to certain situations. He, on the other hand, thought your sensitivity was a sign of your truthfulness.

The first time the two of you spoke is after Marco's death. You were not close to the freckled boy, but you mourned him and the other dead ones openly. You gave Jean a word of condolence and he was never able to forget the tears opening paths on your dusty face. He felt as if you genuinely saw his grief, as if you could feel exactly how painful it was.

Jean connected to you fast, and so did you. He was the first person that saw past your tears, understanding what caused them in the first place. He would offer comfort when you wanted, even if he was awkward at first. He would teach a lesson to anyone who dared to mock you.

He loved your sense of justice because he has a strong one too. It was hard for people to deal with Jean's morals, often his hesitation to do something he considered bad would hinder missions. You were the only one who genuinely understood the struggle and also tried you hardest to advise him.

The days you were particularly more shaken, he would offer company and even get Sasha to seal a treat from the kitchens or, if he had any money, he would offer to take you to a fair nearby. All he wanted was to make you smile.

When he finally felt comfortable opening up to you, the connection between the two of you was unbreakable. It was as if you knew exactly what he needed when the nightmares or the stress got to him. The two of you even had crying sessions together, it was therapeutic.

#I hope i did you justice anon #I have hard time writing sensitive characters #autism makes if difficult #jean #jean kirsteni #jean x reader #jean x fem reader #jean x you #tumblr hates me

[sleepfiles]

So this is how liberty dies... with thunderous applause.

An essay written in 2022, immediately following the results of the 2022 Philippine presidential elections.

There is no better line that captures the absolute dystopian fear of reality— the new era of another Marcos presidency, than the aforementioned line from George Lucas' Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of The Sith. Perhaps dystopia is no longer a mere reach in popular young adult fiction novels, it is now here, in actuality. The Philippines has entered a state of dystopia; with the added timing of the pandemic, everything does feel a bit post-apocalyptic dystopian. Hope is fleeting, everything is in a state of chaos. I have abandoned my absurdist optimism in surrender to the hopelessness of a nihilist community. Excuse my language, but honestly, what the fuck are we doing?

I have long since accepted that corruption will feed its way into politics no matter what. It's a given. There are money-hungry and power-grabbing individuals who will always fight their way to the top. It has gone on since time immemorial, corruption is a sin as old as Eden. But I had liked to think that we, the human race, have since evolved from that primitive greed and have since then become alert in driving out the corrupt in our very authority. History proves this thought, with countless rebellions and revolutions that have occurred in fighting for freedom, independence, justice, and equality. We are a nation constantly building towards change. And with the Philippines being considered a democratic country, the majority has the ruling power to decide for themselves what is just and truly fit to be placed in a position of power. We have the power to elect competent public servants and drive away the corrupt; what do we do? We severely misuse our democracy. Famous philosopher Plato heavily dismays democracy. While I do not agree with his advocacy for aristocracy, and I very much prefer democracy myself, I do understand his grievances with the political system. It is unstable, and there is a very large chance that the democratic man only has concerns for himself rather than the entire state. The vital flaw in Philippine democracy is that the majority possess collective ignorance. That is how tyranny wins, with the support of the ignorant.

The entire campaign period, the elections, and the succeeding week after that passed by like the aftermath of a dystopian society. There was unending uncertainty, which is still carried on today. I think my biggest complaint regarding the entire fiasco was that how did we, as a society, ever allow another Marcos to run for the presidency? Let alone a Marcos who has repeatedly uplifted the atrocities done by his father and has done nothing to compensate for the injustices. Other than that, this Marcos— this man, was nowhere near possessing the charm nor the intelligence possessed by the well-known fascists or dictators he seemingly tries to emulate. This man has barely any impressive credentials, no clear platform, no promising or concrete plans for the country. So, how did he win?

The ignorant majority might be the easiest people to blame. Those who do not know better than to believe fake news, with jagged morals, and pride higher than the mountains. But who's at fault for the ignorance basked onto the majority? There is a reason the corrupt have managed to stay in power in this country because they know what to target: education. Slipping lies into history, repeatedly allowing and even disseminating fake news, and turning deaf ears to the pleas for bettering the awful Philippine education system. They do everything and anything to make sure that the majority stays ignorant. Because when they are, they are easier to manipulate. And I'm sick of it.

I am tired of bad governance. Exiting Vice President Leni Robredo was there. The first Presidential candidate in decades that harbors the quality of not only a competent but also a compassionate leader. My observation of previous elections was that people always seem to be cornered into voting for the lesser evil. Not because they were genuinely a promising candidate, but simply because they seemed the most harmless out of the roster. But not VP Leni. She was the light at the end of the tunnel. A beaming ray of hope in the dark alleyways of the country. That's the most frustrating part, I suppose. That we were so close to attaining good governance and we just threw it away for the worst-case scenario: the son of a dictator. It felt crushing. It was as if all light was bricked up, and suddenly it was no longer a tunnel. We're in an impossible labyrinth of injustice and disinformation. No real progress was to be ever grasped again.

But of course, that's just the pessimist in me. It may feel like my entire future was robbed entirely because of the election results, but the rational part of my brain knows that the fight is not over. I have to constantly assure myself that the fight is not over. We, the people, the country, aking minamahal na Pilipinas, are always worth the fight. It is not hopeless because whenever there are people, there is hope. As a citizen of the nation, I must take it upon myself to do whatever I can. For now, all I can do is remain educated. Pursue my education, no matter how long it takes, because it will provide me with opportunities to do something meaningful. It doesn't have to change the world or the country even, but one small step in helping to better the lives of the people will always go a long way. We have to channel this disappointment into organized thought, into a drive towards working for a better tomorrow. We fight in whatever way we can: in the classroom, in the streets, in correcting that disinformation posted on social media, in informing our outdated relatives. Liberty has died with thunderous applause by the goons seated comfortably in their towers, now it is our duty to reclaim it.

#essay

[redtutel]

Spider-Man 3 Liveblog

One of many movies hated in the 2000s that Reddit tricked people into thinking is flawless. I remember the adverticing as a kid, but I never saw any of this movie until Middle School.

It’s three good movies crammed into 1 movie. But It’s Spider-Man day, I must see all of them (at least until I go to bed)

Instead of art we get clips. It’s an intresting progression

Spider-Man’s reputation is better then ever. I’m not sure why though. Maybe because more and more people meet him instead of listening to J Johna Jamason. I guess the movie needs to have Peter at his highest before he can reach his lowest

I don’t think people bully eachother in college. At least not offline

And we can see Mary Jane’s popuarity isn’t climing quit like Spider-Man’s

Hope your looking forward to the new Green Goblin, because you won’t be seeing much of him

Peter getting the symbiote by coincidence is pretty lame. Most adaptations have him get it in a space related action sequence. I guess it’s for the sake of “suddenly eventhing goes wrong,” but still. “And Then” storytelling isn’t the most satisfying

This stems from the fact Sam Rami doesn’t like Venom all that much, nor did he grow up with the Venom comics. So this arc isn’t given justice

Flint Marco is the villian Sam Rami really wanted to use. I love his relationship with his daughter. It’s the same reason I love Ant-Man in the movies

That being said, I question having Sandman when the movies were building up to Harry as the new Goblin. Maybe they thought it’d be redundant? But in that case, why not make him the Hobgoblin? 

“A man has to be understanding and put his wife before himself” Somthing Peter fails to do in this movie. Some would argue he wouldn’t have in the first two. I’m not sure what I think personally.

And we finally get Peter vs Harry. I don’t care for the glider

Hate those things. I guess that counts as a quip

I know they wrote themselves into a corner, but Harry getting amensia to get him out of the way so they can focus on Sandman and Venom is really lame

So’s Flint being the guy who actually killed Uncle Ben. I know it’s to bring things full circle and further Peter’s corruption arc, but it’s really cheap to go back to the origin instead of thinking of a different reason Peter would hate Flint.

I love Sandman’s oriign. It’s a beautiful sequence.

“Here’s a bright idea idea. Why don’t we check to see what’s in there before we turn on the device?” “Ugh, fine”

MJ’s father really effected his psychi. It’s probably part of the reason her relationship with men is so troubled

Peter definitly doesn’t help

Eddie is so calous. I guess it makes sense. He’s too skinny though

He’s hateable, but really miscasted. He’s supposed to be an imposing bully, this this Eddies just some skinny jerk

Best Stan Lee cameo in the trilogy. Too bad it’s in ths one

Peter interacted with the butler. That one theory’s dead!

MJ’s the one down on her luck while Peter’s getting ahead in life

MJ’s tempted by Harry again. Maybe she is kind of flacky.

MJ was ready for crimfighting, but not for Spider-Man being a local celeberty

Wait, Peter agreed first? That’s such a jerk move. He knows Mary Jane’s still there somewhere. And this is pre-symbiot too!

Sandman definitly feels the most like Goblin and Ock. Probably becuase this was the villian Sam Rami wanted to put on screen

Quip 2

The final Bruce Campbell in these movies

Peter’s REALLY full of himself this movie. It makes sense but it sucks to see

Now we see how Peter images what happened. It’s weird just how not guilty his is in that version. It’s beautifly shot, but I can’t get over the cheapness of who really killed Uncle ben

This is a good Peter and MJ scene in a movie full of...not so good ones

And now the symbiot’s back

It is cool to see the Black Suit in live action

Another issue with the movie is that it’s combining the classic 60s Spider-Man with the more grounding 80s storyline. So it creates a tonal dissonence.

I like how the music is off.

This scene honestly really works. There’s a dark side in Peter that’s been there since the first movie, and it’s really cool to see it unleached

“That wasn’t cool.” That’s the core theme of the symbioit arc, and why I love it so much. Toxic masculaity only makes things worse.

The moment between Peter and May about Sandman’s “death” really suppots the theory that May found out. It’s also a great reminder on the danger of revenge and bitterness.

I don’t really care for MJ turning to Harry, nor Peter flirting with Gwen. This is a deeply strained relationship

Oh, no they kissed.

I didn’t realize Norman was in all 3 movies

And he gets his memory back just cause

There’s 3 movies here: Black suit Spider-Man vs Sandman, the finally of Harry’s Goblin, and Venom. They should’ve stuck with one of the first two and saved the last one for later

Ursala’s a sweet character. 

Peter vs Harry round 2. I forgot this happened

Eddie gives a good performance, he’s just really miscast

After moments that handle the concept of symbiot Peter so well we get...Emo Peter. People defend this scene by claming Peter’s a nerd who doesn’t know how to be edgy, but that contradicts what we’ve seen earlier. Plus, social media has shown that nerds can be legitimently cruel

This really throws of the tone of this arc

This is a 60s nerd in a grittier story. It just feels off

I guess it’s a showcase that toxic masculity isn’t as cool as people think it is, but I still find it poorly executed

I forgot how long Sandman dissapared

The dance scene. It’s really dumb, but then it leads to what I’d argue is the darkest moment in any Spider-Man movie. I guess the contrast is effective, but it still doesn’t reasonate with me.

Wow....this is the scene that leads to domestic abuse. And people complain about Taika Watiti’s Thor

Gwen leaves him. Good for her

I do belive in a blend of comedy and drama, but somthing about this movie’s blend of the two is off. Maybe it’s because I don’t find this movie’s comedy as effective as the first two’s.

I do think the MCU’s tendency of multi film storytelling might do the symbiot arc more justice if it even attempted it. I do think having the black suit and Venom in one movie is a mistake

He prays for the death of Spider-Man. As a Christain this disturbs me, and it also distrubs me that this might not be all that unrealistic.

The classic exocisim via churchbell. It’s cool to see it in live action I admit.

But sadly we get the birth of...Twink Venom. Venom’s supposed to be large and imposing, a bully to Peter’s nerd. This guy...ain’t it

Again, a side effect of Venom not being a character that appeals to Sam Raimi.

Shower as babtisim. Always engaging to see in any movie

I forgot how little Venom is in ths movie. I hate how high pitched his voice is.

He doesn’t even say “we”

And Mary Jane gets kidnapped again

And the butler just wrapped up Harry’s arc

This climax is a bit derrivative of the first two. Then again I’m an MCU fan, so maybe I don’t have the right to judge

Yeah...there’s a reason this Venom wasn’t in No Way Home

Mary Jane finally does somthing. She really is less of a girl next door this movie. 

Seeing Green Goblin and Spider-Man team up is cool, even if the moment is questionably deserved. 

Two quips from this team up

Harry’s death is tragic, and Eddie’s is fitting

I forgot Sandman and Spider-Man reconsilation was after Harry and Eddie died

The true story of Sandman’s murder is effective...but I still think making that muder Uncle Ben’s was a mistake.

So Sandman’s apperence is right after this scene. I’m glad he gets cured without altering the timeline.

Peter and Flint’s reconsilation is beautiful regardless

I remember when I first saw the movie, I though the relationship ended unsatifyingly. But now I understand that Peter and MJ have a lot of bagage to deal with before they get togheter

Otherall, this is a movie with low lows, but with legitiment highs. It’s definitly a dissapointing ending to this series though.

Current Ranking

3. Spider-Man 3

2. Spider-Man

1. Spider-Man 2

Quip Rankings

3. Spider-Man 2 (1)

2. Spider-Man 3 (4)

1. Spider-Man (5)

#spider-man #marvel

[bosspigeon]

he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in

People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him a prompt that turned into a bit of a character study for my Blood Moon boy that i wrote a while ago and wanted to clean up/edit a bit and repost! title from The Hoosiers "A Sadness Runs Through Him"

Vesper watches Marco pace the room like a wind-up toy, or maybe more like a Roomba, from the edge of his bed. Marco hits one wall, twists on heel, strides off in a random direction until he hits another wall, and then it’s rinse and repeat. His teeth are clenched around the filter of an unlit cigarette, and it's a small miracle he hasn't bitten it entirely in half yet. It’s a feat of unimaginable self-control he hasn’t lit it inside, but he knows better by now.

Vesper's eyes move, trailing him from one side of his bedroom to the other, but the rest of his body doesn't. At least he blinks, not like those fucking leeches. Not like that creepy little fucking child emperor, with his wineglass full of blood, staring at Vesper like—

He hits another wall. It doesn't take him long. The den doesn't boast much in the way of free space between two dozen wolves, and Vesper's room has just enough for a bed, a small dresser, and a ratty armchair.

He finally stops. There's too much restless energy buzzing under his skin, the Moon screaming murderous static in his head that he only wishes he'd actually listened to while that skeezy little brat was ogling his—

His what? Vesper's not his anything.

He finally stops, before he burns a track into Vesper's ugly old floral rug, twists around, and sucks in a breath. He wishes it was a mouthful of smoke.

Vesper, ever the strong, silent type, damn him and his stupid, handsome, stoic face, is just looking at him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, his serious brows scrunched pensively. Marco wants to kiss the wrinkle between them, but that's nothing new. He's wanted to do that since he met the gorgeous, gloomy bastard.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Marco snaps.

Fuck. That's not what he wanted to say, and especially not with that tone.

Vesper's expression doesn't change. "Worried about you," he says simply, those irresponsibly broad shoulders shifting under his jacket and stretching the supple old leather.

Marco barks out a laugh. "Me? You're the one who just did a little wolfy striptease for Richie Rich Returns From The Dead. That's gotta do some serious psychological damage."

Vesper winces, and Marco wants to jump out the window. Whether Vesper is his anything or not, he definitely won't want to be after the umpteenth time he's watched Marco have a fucking meltdown.

"You're mad at me," he says, and there's something to his carefully flat tone, a strange edge, that makes Marco's heart hurt.

"What?" he blurts. "No! I'm— I'm not happy, but I'm— You—" He growls, loud and frustrated, and it's enough to have a few curious howls battering his already heavy skull.

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Vesper's brows scrunch more.

"Why'd you agree to that?" Marco asks plaintively. "Why'd you— He couldn't make you do it."

"So you wouldn't have to," Vesper says quietly, looking away from Marco at last. Down at his hands, big and calloused. Rough, working-man's hands that Marco’s seen cradle Nik to his chest after a nightmare (one that no one even knew he had but Vesper, because he can't howl for the pack when he's hurt or upset), or gently tend to Izzy's scraped knees while she tried valiantly not to cry. Hands that cupped Marco's chin while he bled and cleaned up his gross nose-blood without a flicker of revulsion or discomfort, holding him steady so those stormcloud eyes could pick him apart.

He doesn’t look up from those hands. "I wasn't going to let you, or Vicky, or Ed degrade yourselves like that, so that leech could get his rocks off or whatever the fuck he wanted from us.” He says it so softly, but resolutely. “But someone had to."

"Why'd it have to be you?" Marco pleads. Why does it always have to be you?

Vesper looks up again, smiling sadly. "I'm the Alpha. It's my job. Protect the pack."

Marco wants to scream. He knows Vesper didn't even want to be Alpha. It's not just a guess, either. He's said it before, out loud, with his own stupid, pretty mouth, to Marco. I don't want to be Alpha. I'd make a shit Alpha. I can't even keep you in line, Marco, what makes you think I could handle the rest of them?

It was a running joke. Vesper herded the pups, even Izzy, with an uncanny ease. Defused arguments brewing between Vicky and whoever had managed to piss her off that day, kept Marco from causing havoc when his manic energy was through the roof. You'd be a great Alpha, bud.

No, that's not what I want.

What did he want?

Peace and quiet, mostly. Safety. A family.

So why'd he throw himself in the line of fire in the first place?

Because that's what Vesper does. He takes the licks so no one else has to. He doesn't talk about it much, but Marco's been mooning after him (haha) for a solid year, so he's picked up a few things. He remembers when Vesper was brought in, wild-eyed and twitchy, almost too close to the moon to find his way back at all. Whatever happened to his last pack, it wasn't pretty. It made him wary to get close to them, at first, but after a while, he got... protective.

So you didn't have to. So Addie and Elma didn't have to, so Sergi didn't have to, so no one else had to.

It's why he threw himself in the line of fire without even thinking, why he looked like someone had slapped him when the votes ruled in his favor.

It's why he'll be fucking great at it, Marco thinks, and it makes him ache.

Because when it comes down to it, what Vesper wanted never factored into the equation. It's what the pack needed. What will keep them safe.

It's terrifying to think about, especially when it comes to whatever is gonna happen when Blackwell slithers his slimy ass out of whatever hole he's hidden in. Vesper would die before he let another of his pack get hurt.

Marco's gonna be fucking mortified about the noise he makes later, when he stumbles towards the bigger wolf and bowls him backwards onto the bed. But right now, Vesper is here, warm and solid and stupidly, obnoxiously pretty, and Marco has to kiss him or he'll die, he thinks.

While Vesper is still here, and still wants him.

Those big, strong hands palm at his sides, his shoulders, his head with a tenderness that makes Marco want to cry.

He's not like Vesper. He's not a self-sacrificing idiot. He's selfish, selfish, selfish, and he's gonna hold onto this with grit teeth and bloody claws as long as he fucking can.

#blood moon if #barbwritesstuff #blood moon fic #pidge writes #oc: vesper xenakis #i am posting this at 11 pm bc i licherally do not care anymore hfdkjshg #im bored and tired and im trying to finish packing bc the movers are coming tomorrow #need a distraction #the edit is probably not much better than the original version but ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ #it kinda turned into a character study of both of them i think #here's hoping i did marco justice #he's exactly the kind of messy bitch i love to write #blood moon spoilers #takes place right after the whole creepy child emperor hfkjdash

[runnning-outof-time]

Right Place, Right Time | Shelby Brothers & Reader

Request: by anonymous

Pairing: Shelby Brothers & platonic!reader

Summary: The Peaky Blinders have honed in on a warehouse of one of their rival gangs with the intent of stealing the score that they know is inside. Things go sideways when they discover a girl who is being held at that same warehouse.

Warnings: language, smoking, hostage situation, character death, violence (typical to series), insinuations of sexual assault

Word Count: 2289

A/N: this was an interesting one to write. I hope I did the request justice. Enjoy!

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"You sure this is the place, Tom?" John questioned, flicking the toothpick he'd been using as they approached the large building.

"Yes. It is," Tommy responded, throwing his cigarette to the ground before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Tommy, John, and Arthur Shelby were on their way to entering the territory and home base of one of their rivals, Marco Warrino, who was the leader of the gang that ran the southside of Birmingham. Warrino’s gang had grown in power during the years that the Shelby brothers were off at war, being that his major players somehow got exemptions from fighting. This pissed the Shelbys off even more, and since they've returned, they made it a point to run them back off of the streets.

Tommy had gotten information that Warrino was holding a shipment of cocaine in this warehouse. Now the Peaky Blinders didn't really deal in drugs, their main thing being bookmaking, but they weren't about to let this tip run cold. Money was money, and they were sure that they'd be able to find a buyer.

"Do you have the crowbar, Arthur?" Tommy asked as they approached the padlocked door.

"Yes, I do," Arthur answered as he walked up to the locked door. He wedged the crowbar between the two doors before using leverage to break the lock and send the door flying open. "Nothing to it," he remarked with a grin, tossing the crowbar to the side before the men advanced into the building.

"Keep your wits about you now. Nobody should be in here, but we will still act as if there is," Tommy gave his brothers the orders before deciding to send them to the other areas of the warehouse. This place had a lot of square footage, and they weren't going to cover it if they stayed together.

About fifteen minutes into searching, the brothers had joined up again. This wasn't on purpose, but instead because all of the halls that they had chosen to take just diverged into this one main room. "It's gotta be in here somewhere. We've looked everywhere else," John remarked as they spread out across the larger room.

They continued their search until a whimpering sound made them stop in their tracks. "Shh!" Tommy called to his brothers, holding his hand up as a visual cue then. They stood in silence as they strained their eyes, looking around the dark room as they tried to find the source of the whimpering that would happen every once and again. "Someone in here?" Tommy called it then, making a judgment that whoever was making the sound wasn't there to cause them harm. It instead sounded like they were actually hurt. The whimpers sounded like they were coming from someone who was in pain. Not receiving a distinct response, Tommy opened his pack of matches and struck one, the flame lighting up the immediate area for a moment before it burned out.

"Holy fuck, Tom," it was Arthur who found the source of the sound. "There's a girl chained up over there," he stated, pointing to the wall that was a little ways away from them. Without waiting for approval, the eldest Shelby sibling began making his way over to where he saw the girl through the flame. He could see her shadow now, and that was enough for him to ensure that she was really in front of him. The whimpers got louder as he got closer, coming to a crescendo when Arthur kneeled down next to her.

(Y/N) didn't know what to do. First she heard voices, then she saw a few men standing in the light of a flame that burned out too fast, and now there was an outline of a figure coming towards her. She tried to silence her cries as he crouched down next to her, but couldn't help but scream and begin kicking her legs when he reached out to her. "Stay away from me! Please, stay away from me!" she cried, not caring how loud she was. This could have been a friend of the man who was keeping her here for all she knew. He could have also wanted to do terrible things to her like the others who came did.

"Hey, hey, woah. Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not here to hurt you," Arthur stopped his movements when the girl started thrashing, holding his hands up in defense.

Slowly, she calmed down, stopping her kicking and trying to get her breathing back to normal. "You're not here with Marco?" she asked, her words still shaky as she tried to stop the panic attack from overwhelming her.

"No. We were here to steal from him actually," Arthur clarified, his hands still in the air to show her that he wasn't intending to harm her.

"Would you happen to know where he's keeping the cocaine shipment?" John chimed in from where he was standing with Tommy behind Arthur.

"Fuck off, John...do you think she knows where the snow's being stored?" Arthur sent a glare to his younger brother, hoping he'd still pick his annoyed expression up even though the room was dark.

"Is there a light in here, love?" Tommy questioned, glancing around the room but finding nothing due to its dark nature.

"Marco keeps oil lamps near that wall over there...to the right," she answered, adding some more direction at the last minute because she realized that these men had probably never set foot in this warehouse before.

Tommy moved from the group to where she told him, finding a single oil lamp sitting on the floor. Pulling a match out from his pack and striking it, he held his breath in hopes that it would light. He then let the breath out when his attempts were successful, going back over to where John and Arthur were sitting with the woman. "How old are you?" Tommy asked the girl then. She looked quite terrible, to say the least. Her hands are chained together, and that chain was hooked to a metal ring sticking out from the wall. She was shaking and looked like she hadn't eaten in days.

"I'm thirteen," she responded, slowly starting to trust these men. They had been here for some minutes now, and had not once tried to force themselves upon her, like some of the other men she had encountered had.

“This bastard’s chaining up girls,” John spoke through gritted teeth, anger clear in his voice. He had kids himself, this felt close to him.

“Are there any others here?” Tommy asked again, his hatred for this rival also growing by the second.

“N-no. He’s taken them away,” she shook her head. She had no idea why she was sharing this so freely with these men. Something about them made her feel safe.

“Bloody hell. There’s girls out there somewhere else, Tom,” Arthur remarked, making Tommy sigh.

“I know, Arthur,” he nodded, rubbing his temples with his fingers then, trying to work up a plan in order to find them now. “Do you know where he could’ve...”

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence because the sound of a door slamming echoed through the building and cut him off. The four of them stayed quiet as they then heard someone whistling. (Y/N)’s breathing picked up. She knew who this was. “What’s wrong, love?” Arthur asked, worry in his eyes because he didn’t know why she had gone from calm to frantic all of a sudden.

“That’s him. That’s...that’s Marco,” she stammered between her shallow breaths, trying so hard to curl herself up into a ball.

Tommy immediately sprung into action. “You two stay here and keep her safe. I’m going to have a word with him,” he ordered, already moving to the exit of the room to find Marco. He quickly descended the stairs and located the room where the whistling was coming from, hurriedly making his way to it.

Upstairs, (Y/N) hadn’t calmed down. John and Arthur shared a look between each other, really unsure of what to do. “You’re...you’re ok, sweetheart,” John stammered out, moving to crouch on the other side of her. He tried to reach his hand out to her, but she just flinched and retreated into herself even more. “What do we do, Arthur?” he asked his older brother then.

“We’ve gotta get these chains off of her,” he answered, motioning to the shackles that were surely cutting off the circulation to the teenager’s hands.

“How?”

“I don’t fucking know, John. Maybe look around the room for something,” Arthur snapped back, annoyed at his brother’s stupid question, because now certainly wasn’t the time for it.

John then went searching around the room, coming back to the other two when he found a metal pipe. “This?” he questioned, holding it out in front of him.

“Give it a try,” Arthur answered, then shielding (Y/N) from potential harm as the younger of the two men began hitting at the place where the chains were fastened to the wall. Once that was broken off, he had the girl lay her shaking hands on the ground, and with two swift hits, he managed to break the shackles off of her hands. “Are you ok?” Arthur was the one to ask her once she was free from her restraints. The girl only looked at him and nodded before scrambling over to fall into his arms, hugging him with all she had left. Arthur was taken back by it at first but then carefully wrapped his arms around her and began rubbing her back.

Tommy found the room where the whistling was coming from. When he approached the doorway, he saw Marco Warrino sitting at a desk with his back to the door. What an idiot, Tommy thought, what person situates their desk so that their chair is facing away from the door? So he stepped into the room, the sound of his shoes sliding across the ground being the noise that made the other man turn.

“Tommy Shelby,” he spoke in a shocked manner, the whistling abruptly stopping. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for something, Marco,” Tommy didn’t try to beat around the bush, “got word that you were sitting on cocaine in this warehouse.”

Marco smirked then as he stood from his chair, moving over to his rival, who was only slightly taller than he was. “That’s too bad for you, Shelby. We’ve already moved the cocaine.”

Tommy pursed his lips, nodding his head at this new information, but not letting it faze him. “We found something else while searching your warehouse.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve got a teenage girl chained to the wall on your second floor,” he was once again blunt with his words. “Care to tell me what that’s about?”

“That’s none of your fucking business,” Marco’s voice was low now, and it was obvious that Tommy had struck a nerve.

“The last time I checked, you’re in my city, so I’m afraid it is my business,” Tommy remarked, barely having time to react to the other man, who was hurling his fist towards him now. After moving, he then punched the man, and a fight broke out. They threw each other around the room, their actions coming to an abrupt halt when Tommy got Marco to the ground and had him pinned down. “There are other girls. Where the fuck are they?” he asked through gritted teeth, his body coursing with anger as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Marco didn’t say anything, but instead laughed at the other man’s question. This angered Tommy even more, making him pull his revolver out of its holster and press it to Marco’s forehead. “Tell me where the other girls are!” he demanded, his voice echoing throughout the room.

“You’re not gonna find them, because I already killed them,” Marco admitted through a smile, and that was all Tommy needed to pull the trigger. He flinched as the gun went off with a bang, and fell off of the limp body then as he tried to stand once more. Wiping his face, he took one more look down at his dead opponent before going back up the steps to where his brothers and the girl were.

(Y/N) was still shaking from the sound of the gun going off, and was only granted solace when she heard the other two men in the room talking to the third one who had left them some time back. “He’s dead,” she heard him say. She knew he was talking about Marco. A huge weight lifted from her after hearing his words.

“Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart,” Arthur stated then, carefully lifting the girl into his arms because he knew that she’d be too weak to walk.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice came out as a whisper. Although her main captor had been dealt with, she still didn’t know the motives of these men, and felt rather apprehensive going with them.

“We’re gonna get you cleaned up,” John answered, walking beside his brother as they exited the warehouse.

(Y/N) decided not to ask anymore questions. She could tell just by the sound of the man’s voice that she was going to be alright. She felt tiredness falling over her as they walked down a dark street, and decided to trust these men and where they were taking her. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head dropped to the shoulder of the man that was carrying her. She was safe now, and although she was in a rather uncomfortable position at the moment, she slept soundly.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts

Masterlist

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #shelby brothers #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

[softrozene]

First Lazy Morning Together

@your-local-trainwreck requested: Hiya ! This event is so cute I love it so much ! I would like to enter the library of memories ! Could I request Marco with a fem reader, their first lazy morning together with lots of fluff maybe mild spice please ??? Thank you so much and hope you’re doing well ! 💕💕💕

Ahhh!! Thank you- I am so glad that a bunch of people thinking it is cute/fun! >///< Thank you for being the first requester and I hope you are doing well too Lovely! Enjoy!

One Piece Fantasy Cottage Event Masterlist

Marco x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff- Hint of Spice (Marco goes in for the covered boob in a heated make-out) That sounded more serious in my head lmao

Words: 1,083

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You have entered the Library of Memories. Entering the library, you notice a lone book on a desk. It is calling out for you. You go to pick it up and going near the desk you see another note: Here lies a book designed for (Name).

The title of the book? First Lazy Morning Together- A heartfelt memory. You open the book and a different reality of yours comes flooding through you to reach the memory you so desire to remember…

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Your mind and body are exhausted. The room is dark, and you feel slightly grumpy for having woken up. It is no doubt too early for your hazy mind. Out of instinct, you reach out beside you on the bed, searching for a certain warmth that will bring you comfort.

Your hand keeps patting the bed until eventually, you feel something shift. A hand encases yours and you are tugged towards the person you were searching for. A chuckle escapes them as you immediately nuzzle your face into their neck.

“(Name), why are you awake?” The voice asks- Exhaustion also leaking into his voice.

You woke him up with your searching it seems.

You smile and peck his neck before murmuring, “Just woke up. Love you, Marco.”

“I love you too, (Name),” Marco whispers back as he manages to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

Feeling each other’s warmth like this… There is no way you can go back to sleep. Marco feels the same as a hand comes down to rub your lower back with the utmost care.

After a few minutes in the comfortable and loving silence, Marco speaks up again. “Hey… Do you remember our first lazy morning together?”

The question brings an instant smile to your face as you remember it immediately:

You were used to sleeping with Marco but being on a busy ship all the time never granted you to be able to sleep in with him. Until one day you do get that. You both wake up early expecting to be called out onto the deck but instead, nothing happens.

Marco remembers how busy you both were last night making sure your drunken brethren did not accidentally kill themselves or each other. It was a busy and stressful night so the thought of them letting the both of you sleep in- It was total bliss.

Marco pulls you close to him. You are both wide awake, unable to go back to sleep since you are so used to being forced to get up. However, this morning takes a lazy and gentle turn as Marco starts to play with your hands while you lay on top of him.

He is content. All stress of being the first mate and commander is gone for a moment as he studies you. You bring him peace. No words can possibly express how much he loves you either. The sudden need to express his love is strong and since no words can do his love justice- Actions are needed.

He shifts you gently to lay on the bed as he hovers over you. His quickness matching his title of being the first commander. He is swift and the giggle you let out of the surprise you felt melts his heart. Before anything, he rests his forearms beside your head, caging you in and in a slow pace- As to give you time to pull away if needed, lowers his face to yours.

You do not show any signs of pulling away. Instead, your arms come up to wrap around his neck. He follows through with the action he desperately needs to give you, placing his lips ever so gently against yours.

It feels like a feather from how gentle he is. How much care he wants to reach to you.

You smile into the kiss and deepen it for him. Letting him know that you love him just as much as he loves you. Both of your hearts are bursting with love. The shared gentle kiss between you turns heated as Marco places with your tongue. His lips melding with your own.

He never wants to part from you.

Slowly, he moves to support himself with just one forearm, his other hand coming up to feel your body underneath his. It is as if you were made for him. Your ever flowing kind nature and his protective one. They go hand in hand.

Marco suddenly feels his heart explode and his mind melts at the whine you manage to give. He did not even realize his hand was on your covered breast, squeezing it. The sudden pleasure sent shockwaves to your brain and the expression you make- Your entire feminity… How he managed to do that with one move… His self-control is waning. Instead of him on the verge of losing it, you look completely ready to devour him. Whether it is out of love or growing lust- He would not mind one bit.

Marco quickly rolls off of you and lays at your side. His cheeks now a tinge red and his breathing abnormal. You laugh at his flustered expression and give him a peck on the cheek now that is laying by your side.

“Too much for you?” You tease lightly.

He smiles at your tone and shakes his head. “Maybe… I just want to keep this morning lazy. Let me hold you a bit longer. Who knows if the others are planning on ambushing us soon?”

That was your first lazy morning together. He really did want to keep it sweet and simple. His love for you, rather sweet.

You smile as you finally answer the sleepy man beside you. “How could I forget? We got lucky you kept it pg-14. Ace and Thatch had no remorse in opening our door without knocking.”

Marco groans at the memory now and you laugh again. However, he turns slightly serious once more as he asks, “Well… Seeing as we have our own home now… Would you care to follow that path again?”

“To a lazy morning or to a more… Eventful one?” You tease.

Marco huffs before he places a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Whatever you desire.”

“Seriously though Marco. If I could… I would redo my entire life the same way again if it means I could spend an eternity with you and our lazy mornings,” You murmur.

Happiness is strong between you both.  That memory one that makes your heart full in a second.

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Hi, i was thinking of Attack on castes and i really like the idea of janitor levi, wannabe Hitch and so, would you write a one history teacher Erwin x lawyer reader, where she is friend to Frieda who is a teacher in the school asked her to pick Historia up for her and that's when Erwin sees her for the first time and immediately fell for her.... Hope you can accept it

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You were already late and by god did you not want to be there. You were glad to leave high school behind you when you graduated, promising yourself to never set foot in one ever again. Gossip, bullies, shitty teachers, stupid drama and a mind crushing amount of work. Sure, good things too, but nothing that couldn’t be found in the adult world.

In the adult world you got adventures. You got to fight to bring people the justice they deserved, their livelihood in your hands. They offered up their hearts begging you to save them. It gave you purpose. Whether or not they shed tears of grief or joy would be for you to decide. Nothing quite came close.

Or that’s how you would have felt if your current client wasn’t being such an annoying little shit. He had lied to your face with three wildly conflicting stories about what happened, and then when he got cross-examined by the prosecutor, he decided to go completely off script and implicate himself even further for something he didn’t even do.

The evidence against him were fables and rumours at best but he had begun to make it look plausible through his shifty character. You would get the “not guilty” verdict at the end of the trial, but you were going to have ripped out most of your hair by then.

When you were busy screaming in your hands during the intermission, your friend Frieda rang you and asked you to pick up her younger sister from school because their bastard of a father surely wasn’t going to. You nearly yelled at her then.

Frieda had done favour after favour for you in the past years with your insanely busy and gruelling schedule, so refusing the one time she asked for something in return would put you up with the likes of your client. You agreed, for some reason not asking what time, and then promptly forgot about it.

So there you were, heels clicking rapidly against the school’s hallway, the oranges hues of the sunset streaming through windows and the entrance. You really should have asked for Historia’s number, though you weren’t sure if the girl would bother to reply.

Historia was the epitome of “I think I will cause problems on purpose” simply because she’s bored. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame her, you had no such positive attitude towards school either, but with her being at the top of the pecking order she had the ability to make those problems quite substantial. Freida’s hair was probably going to go grey soon.

You thanked any god that would listen that she had cheerleading practice or you might have genuinely cried. The amount of stress that blonde girl was putting you through simply because she refused to take the bus home was nearly unparalleled.

You looked around the school, each corridor breaking off into another. The same basic lockers and same ceiling lights, same everything. You were fucking lost.

You jogged down some corridors hoping to find someone, turning your head frantically, letting you slam full force into something hard, tall and…blond?

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Erwin may love being a teacher but my lord did it get tedious sometimes. He loved the younger ones, brimming with hopes, dreams and potential. Though nearly all of them seemed to be misusing it, putting it on the backburner or simply didn’t care. Kids were good but they certainly could be better. Of course, there’d be the standout kids like Armin and Marco who took their schooling seriously and asked questions that allowed him to gush about things that weren’t just on the set curriculum. But what he would give so all of them were that engaged…

He just wanted them to offer their hearts to him, to trust him and put faith in the information he was giving forward. History is something, that he believed at least, was unparalleled in its importance. You learn from the mistakes done by the generations before you, using the knowledge to guide the current decisions needed to be made. On top of that it just let you understand the world around you; how it came to be and your place within it. History was unparalleled in its importance.

That’s why he was still at the school, marking very obviously last-minute written essays, so he could give them back with thorough annotations and advice that he was sure most of them wouldn’t even glance at.

He had popped off to the teacher’s lounge to get a cup of tea, and was making his way back, eyes glued to the swaying liquid as not to spill it, when a smaller figure came barrelling into him. He instinctually moved the tea away, not wanting the scalding water to hit this unfortunate stranger full in the face. Some of the brown liquid dripped to the floor, Levi would surely have his head for it later, but it was better than any burns.

When he was sure the tea was steady, he looked to the stranger on the ground.

He swore he saw a deity.

Erwin peered down at you in pure awe. Albeit being a bit dishevelled and frazzled, you were clearly a force to be reckoned with. Your pant suit was tailored to fit you perfectly, your heels matching your simple jewellery and watch, your hair which was now a little ruffled, was obviously put together with precision in the morning. You were immaculately put together.

And your face, your face. Everything was right where it needed to be in the exact size and proportion to everything else. It was like you had been perfectly carved for over a millennium by only the best sculptors available.

Your aura was something else. Even if he had found you in pyjamas, the power you would exude would be to the same effect. Something in the way your face shifted as thoughts flew across your mind, the way every bit of movement seemed controlled and purposeful. Erwin had read hundreds, maybe thousands of myths all around the world, and none of the gods in them had never been as ethereal as you.

You were the definition of a muse.

You on the other hand were trying to keep down your groans about your ankles as much as possible. Heels were a mistake enough to attempt to run in let alone fall in, god could this day get any…better? Oh no. He was hot.

You swallowed harshly as he looked down at you, tilting his head and eyes wide. You noticed the tea spilt in a little puddle behind him and felt a little guilty, but he seemed to pay it no mind, his piercing blue eyes only on you.

After a silent moment he offered his empty hand. You took it with a hasty thank you under your breath and gripped on. His hand was so warm, so steady, so comfortable to hold. The moment was over quicker than either of you wanted it to be.

You looked to the ground, smoothing down the ruffles in your clothes, some that existed and some that certainly didn’t, so you could reset yourself. You were not going to be flustered by the first man you saw outside of work though to be fair he would be a good reason to let that rule lay down. He was certainly a fine specimen.

You looked back up, coughing to clear your throat. His gaze was already glued to you, it hadn’t been torn off since the moment you bumped into him. His eyes didn’t even shift now you were staring into his. His mouth was slightly agape, his cheeks dusted pink, his eyebrows raised. You were getting nervous but wanted to know what was going on in that head of his.

“Uh, hi…” you started, leaning your head to the side, “Didn’t mean to bump into you there, sorry for spilling your tea.”

He blinked.

“You’re…” he trailed off, having caught himself before he said something stupid. He coughed into his fist, finally looking away, the student poster about splitting atoms on the classroom becoming suddenly riveting. “Sorry, could I help you in anyway?”

You scratched the back of your head with a small smile and Erwin short circuited. “Yeah actually, I’m meant to be picking up a friend’s sister, but I got lost.”

“What’s the student’s name? I may be able to direct you?”

“Historia Reiss.”

“Ah.”

“Ah indeed.”

It was no question that the girl would be infamous to teachers as well, the girl tended to make quite an impression. Hopefully she wouldn’t be rolling her eyes at you more than necessary when you finally found her.

“Miss Reiss is likely at the gym.” He pointed down a corridor, the one you had come from.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, you would probably get lost again but you couldn’t convince yourself that’s why you asked the next question. “Sorry, do you think you walk me there?”

A colourful array of curses flew through your mind as he stilled, a deer in the headlights. You were about to apologise for being a bother and go on your way when his face brightened to an almost blinding degree and his eyes crinkled with his accompanying smile.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The walk started in silence for a few moments as you both scrambled for something to talk about.

“So um,” you said, “What do you teach here? You are a teacher, right? Not just some random guy taking advantage of the tea?”

He was already panicking being in the vicinity of you, so he almost didn’t pick up your teasing tone. The fact you were making fun of him just made his heart hammer even harder.

“I can confirm I’m not some stranger, to this school at least.” His added smile made your heart skip a beat; you should sue him. “I teach history here, but I won’t burden you with the specifics.”

“Do.”

“Pardon?”

“Burden me with the specifics. The teaching path wasn’t for me, but I admire those who followed it,” you sent a smile of your own back, “Plus, you seem like the kind of guy to know your stuff. You look like a passionate teacher. I wish there were more of those when I went to school.”

He took a second to compose himself, you being very cruel to him right now. He’d known you for approximately two minutes, but you were making it increasingly difficult for him to not declare his inevitable love right then and there.

“Oh well um,” he stumbled over his words, trying to string a few sentences together that would be worthy of your time. His hands were already extended, ready to add a visual focus. “War is quite an obvious favourite to go to, but I’ve always been more interested in the things that went on behind the scenes, the life of soldiers and nurses who lost their lives, the lives of those who stayed behind, anyone trying to look for peaceful solutions. Those have always interested me more. And then going far past the world and civil wars of the past three centuries, going back to when England and France were nowhere near the superpowers they became, and of course focusing all around the world. Europe has honestly been pretty lacklustre with their stories compared to everywhere else.”

He looked back to you, half-expecting you to be twiddling your thumbs, but your sight hadn’t moved. Your eyes were wide and bright like the ones he had seen in Armin and Marco except with an added adult understanding and perspective. This was quite unfair on his heart.

He turned his head down a corridor, taking the opportunity to calm down his heated cheeks. Really quite unfair.

“So what do you do?” He tried his best to make the words come out as smooth as he hoped. You didn’t seem to take notice that they didn’t.

“I’m a lawyer, so definitely a different world from yours.” Your laugh was awe-inspiring, he wished it were his morning alarm. There was no way he could come to hate it.

“It suits you,” he noted. It made perfect sense, everything about you commanded attention, thinking about you controlling a court room was easy to picture.

You sputtered out a few sounds, not sure if they were sophisticated enough to be called words and looked down a corridor as you passed, trying to figure out what the angry looking janitor was thinking about instead of what your brain was. This man was having quite the effect on you, and it wasn’t even his looks! Rude!

“Thank you, assuming that’s a compliment.”

Erwin simply nodded, not wanting to let you be privy to his thought processes right then. He would never recover.

“What area do you work in if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Currently represent for murder and manslaughter cases, anything that usually ended up with a person dead or nearly dead.”

A different world from yours indeed.

“I imagine that’s quite intense.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “The paperwork numbs a lot of it, honestly most of my clients aren’t any different from students.”

“I’d hope not.”

“You’d be surprised. Some of those annoying kids in school tend to keep being annoying, annoying enough to land themselves as a suspect for a murder case.”

Now he couldn’t stop thinking about you intimidating a client into submission and to just listen to you and let you take the reins. He would like to see that. He may possibly want to be subjected to it if he was in the right mood. He towered over you, but he would fall to his knees in a second if you told him to as a joke. He hoped that was a wild exaggeration done by his brain, but he knew most things come from a semblance of truth.

You really were something else.

You couldn’t believe you were talking to someone like him. He seemed so self-assured and at one with the flow of life, not needing to seek more to find contentment. He clearly loved his job as much as you loved yours, both acknowledging the downsides but knew it was worth it in the end.

He seemed to be taking up more and more of your brain as he continued to talk, only adding to the list of positives, there hadn’t seemed to be any negatives yet. You were concerned that there didn’t seem to be any. From his looks to his personality to the way he held himself, it was honesty too good to be true. Right?

When he looked at you, your cheeks would burn, and you’d feel like you were in high school all over again. That was one of the things you had forgotten, although small, they had been of the good parts about school. Crushes had always been a little fun.

But the way his lips pulled into an easy smile should be illegal. You could deal with murderers, not this. If he was ever on the stand in court, you would be a stuttering mess when trying to cross-examine him.

As you two kept talking, you’d take turns left and right, seemingly with no real reason. You were pretty sure you had seen those maths posters before, but you didn’t mention it. You were plenty happy to let this be dragged out a little longer. You were flattered to say the least.

Erwin knew that he couldn’t “trick” you without you noticing eventually, he couldn’t do that to save his life, but he also knew that if you had caught on to his little game, you would mention it if you wanted him to stop. That fact made his chest flutter, though perhaps it probably was time to take you where you needed to go so you didn’t have your friend yelling at you. He wasn’t that cruel.

The sound of cheers reached your eyes, your shoulders deflated. Guess this is it then. The gym doors came into sight and you could spot the cheerleaders practicing their formations through the open door. They all looked exhausted, so it was probably near the end by now.

Against the wall you could see Historia’s “friends” watching and applauding whenever Historia so as much breathed. No wonder she got bored.

Your feet came to a stop, just outside the entrance and you looked up to him. He shifted slightly, unsure of what to say.

“Thank you um…” you said before your eyes few open, “Holy- I can’t believe I didn’t get your name?”

He chuckled, deep and clear. “Erwin, Erwin Smith.”

You gave your name to his and his lips mouthed around it silently, feeling the shape of all the letters. It made you a little flustered how earnestly he was printing it into his brain.

Neither of you moved, you didn’t want to go into the gym, and he didn’t want to leave. To put it simply, you were smitten with each other and it was embarrassingly obvious to everyone including the both of you.

The cheerleaders stopped, grabbing their bags and chugging down litre water bottles. Historia would snitch on you in an instant if she saw you hitting on her teacher, so it was time to depart.

“I guess this is it then…” You dragged out the sentence, still trying to stall.

“I suppose it is.”

“Thank you, I do mean it. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

He nodded, swallowing. “I guess I will. Have a pleasant evening, both you and Miss Reiss.”

You cracked a grin. “I can’t promise she will have one, but I know you definitely made my evening a good one. See you, Erwin.”

He smiled softly. “See you.”

He waved as he walked back through the corridors, he snuck a look over his shoulder when he had almost disappeared from view to find you still looking at him. Both of your faces burst into flames and you looked away from each other.

You took Historia home after she (mainly her friends) questioned why you were there instead of Frieda. Reiner, you believed his name was, offering to take her home as suavely as he could to be shot down so quickly by Historia you got whiplash. Her friends bid her dramatic goodbyes which she didn’t reply to, and you two made your way to the car.

“Were you talking to Mr Smith?” She didn’t even bother taking her eyes off of her phone to ask.

“I…I was. I got lots trying to find you so he helped me get to the gym.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He didn’t need to take you all the way there though.”

“He was…he was just being nice.”

She hummed, no emotion behind to hide whether or not it was full of doubt. You really didn’t want her to tell Frieda or you’d never live it down.

“I finally get your ass out of the court room and you flirt with the first guy you see? Bold as ever.”

Though maybe, just maybe, it meant you could offer to pick up Historia more often. Maybe.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a maybe.

Erwin made his way back to his desk and he plopped himself down on his chair with a sigh. He leant his head back to look at the ceiling, projecting the past minutes on the white ceiling.

He didn’t even ask for your number.

He cursed at himself and dragged a hand over his face before getting back to his mountain of paperwork. Perhaps it was too bold to offer up his heart this quickly.

But you had said “see you”, and maybe it was too much for him to assume, but usually that meant a second meeting was anticipated. Maybe.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a maybe.

His tea had gone cold, but that was alright. He had met a goddess that evening after all.  

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a/n: to the person who sent this in sorry it took so long! this was my first time writing for Erwin so i hope it’s alright! thank you for reading :)

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Runes for beginners: introduction

In this grimoire I'm going to go through runes and their meaning in a way that is accessible to everyone. I'm gonna make a post for every rune so it's gonna be a long serie. I hope you will find this useful and if there's something unclear or wrong, please let me know!

I decided to avoid runes magic because I just want to help to get to know the runes a little better. Before practicing magic, you have to understand what this powerful tool is.

Introduction

Runes are not only a writing system, but they were also used as a magical, divinatory and spiritual growth tool. Rune (norse: rún/rúnar) means "segret, mistery". The characters used to engrave the rune, symbol of a certain energy in this world, were called runstafas (runic sticks).

They are an oracle and we can ask them to guide us: they work better if our question is specific and detailed. The lecture of Runes sometimes is obscure: the petitioner must interpret the details and understand them. Runes give us a way to analize the path we are on and to understand one of his possible outcomes: the future isn't static, we can change it with everything we do.

each rune has a phonetic value and a name that identifies its function and meaning; then it has a very specific history behind it and is associated with a diety.

Historical origins

I'm not gonna say much about the historical origins of the Runes because there are so many different theories about them and we could write an entire book just about this topic.

This is what you have to know:

the ancient futhark comes from the alphabet used by the Celts of Lugano (leoponzi) which has Greek origin. The Greek alphabet would have been absorbed by the Etruscans in the 12th century BC. and then by the Celts of Lugano in the VII. From here, thanks to trade, it would have arrived in the far north, with the necessary changes.

The Greek alphabet influenced the Gothic one and then the Germanic peoples adapted it (we can see how the Gothic alphabet is actually similar to both Greek and Runic, then the Othala rune resembles the Greek Omega).

it originated from the Roman alphabet, given the many relationships that different peoples entertained.

Mythological origin

"I know that I hung

On the wind-blasted tree

All of nights nine,

Pierced by my spear

And given to Odin,

Myself sacrificed to myself

On that pole

Of which none know

Where its roots run.

No aid I received,

Not even a sip from the horn.

Peering down,

I took up the runes –

Screaming I grasped them –

Then I fell back from there."

from the Old Norse poem Hávamál.

In Norse mythology, it's Odin who brought the Runes to the other gods. He wanted to know everything and he was envy of the Norns, who already knew them. He went to the Well of urd, the home of Runes, and since they reveal themselves to any but those who prove themselves worthy of such fearful insights and abilities, Odin hung himself from a branch of Yggdrasil, pierced himself with his spear, and peered downward into the waters below. He forbade any of the other gods to grant him the slightest aid. He survived in this state, teetering on the precipice that separates the living from the dead, for no less than nine days and nights. At the end of the ninth night, he at last perceived shapes in the depths: the runes. He's also lost his eyes for the wisdom.

Other important concepts

First of all, to truly understand how runes were used, you have to know at least a little of Norse mythology (I will tell you some books and links in the last paragraph). Then you have to understand what Orlog and Wyrd mean.

Orlog

This is basically karma but without reincarnation. Every person is born completely responsible for everything they do in their life since the first second: positive actions bring positive results, bad actions bring bad results, even in the afterlife. Who did positive things will go to Valhalla (where the heroes and the people who died in battle go) or to Sessrumnir (the halls of Freya). Who doesn't die in an honorable way or who did bad thing will go to Helheimr (the realm of Hel, this means that even who died in a normal way and who had a normal life will go there) or to Nilfheimr (the world of ice and cold, where the Ice Giants live).

Basically we decide where we are going with every choice we make.

Wyrd

A giant cobweb that extends in space and time: each thread is made up of a different manifestation of energy and all together it constitutes the very fabric of the universe. Since we are born, we are in some part of this web so we are also part of it.

Wyrd and Orlog are intertwined: who does good things and has a good Orlog, he will be on a good thread of the web. Wyrd is the fabric of life as well, so the world will be influenced by the positive energy of the man and will give him back this energy.

If each strand is a different manifestation of energy, each type of energy must have a name: the runes. In runic divination, what we see is a reflection of the energies in and around us (or around the person we are divining for). When we want to modify the Orlog, the process is different: we use the Runes as a channel for the energies that we need. We can say that the practice related to the runes is of two types: passive (divination) and active (healing, protection, etc ...).

Aettir of Runes

In the ancient futhark, there are 24 runes divided in three aettir (sing. aett, sets) of 8 runes each. Every aett is dedicated to a different diety:

Aett of Freya. She is of the Vani lineage and is therefore linked to fertility and harvest. She was welcomed with her twin brother Freyr in Asgard at the end of the war between the Aesir and the Vanir (basically the "wae" between the Norse people and the invaders). She can use the Runes, so she's a goddess of magic but also of love, associated with death (she is the leader of the Valkyries) and sexuality. The runes in this aett are: ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚨ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ.

Aett of Heimdall. Of the Aesir lineage, he is among other things the guardian god of Bifrost and Asgard: he has hearing and sight that reach everywhere. Following a spell of Odin, he was born of nine waves and for this reason he is called "son of the wave". The runes in this aett are: ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛊ.

Aett of Tyr. Of the Aesir lineage, he is known as the "Father of Heaven". He sacrificed one of his hands to be able to bind Fenrir and is a god linked to justice, loyalty, heaven, defense, war and law. The runes in this aett are: ᛏ ᛒ ᛖ ᛗ ᛚ ᛜ ᛞ ᛟ.

Last things

Ok so for this first post it's everything! I will continue in the next posts to explore every single rune. I just wanted to suggest some links and books if you want to go deeper into the fascinating history of runes.

Here you can find an interesting article about everything I just said, with so many references and here they also give a list of good books (if you can't afford them you can download their pdf from this site)

Anyway if you want to dig into norse mythology you can read:

Poetic Edda

Prose Edda

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

Norse Mythology: A Guide to the Gods, Heroes, Rituals, and Beliefs by John Lindow

(other good books can be found here).

And of course, if you still didn't realize this, I fricking love the website Norse Mythology for Smart People, even tho everything I wrote in this post is from "Le Rune" by Marco Massignan (I couldn't find the English Translation sorry).

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MarcoAce ficlet 47: Marine AU

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Marco hadn’t seen him board the ship, which worried him a healthy amount. Hadn’t seen him make his way all the way to the captain’s quarters, and yet there he was; a stranger aboard the Moby Dick in the middle of the night.

A night like any other, all things considered.

No one seemed to have a clue about this intruder either, which worried Marco even more. They hadn’t come this far on luck alone so believing that someone should have noticed an intruder seemed completely reasonable. The old man could very well take care of himself, but part of Marco’s job was to worry when no one else did. It wasn’t something he was particularly fond of, but someone had to do it to offset their captain’s .

So it fell to him to wait by the railing, out of sight of the night watch to keep an eye on the little boat rocking on the waves in Moby’s shadow. Its presence only raised more questions than it answered, but the only way to get answers was to wait. Marco didn’t want to involve the crew yet, not when the stranger seemed to know exactly where the captain’s quarters were located.

No explanation that made sense for that one just yet, much like the entirety of the situation.

He’d been waiting for the better part of an hour, evading the shift change of the night watch, and running into the intruder right at the point where no one was on the lookout. It could have been under a minute, the window where no one was on watch, but this stranger was aware of it. Marco’s worry only increased at that.

“Oh, shit,” the stranger said when they collided, hands grasping at Marco’s shirt to stop either of them from toppling over in the dark.

Marco said nothing, even if the sentiment was shared.

“Didn’t expect to get caught?” Marco asked, reaching out and grabbing a hold of a surprisingly steady forearm.

He’d done his best to put that chill in his voice, the one that made the men obey without question or complaint.

If the old man allowed this stranger on board, there was nothing Marco could do to put a stop to it, but he had questions that needed answering. Pops clearly had no intention of doing so, given his failure to even mention anything like this, so he had no choice but to seek answers himself.

A laugh wasn’t the response he’d been expecting.

“Never have before,” he said, at ease despite how firm Marco’s grip was.

Even more questions popped up with not an answer in sight.

“You come here often?” Marco asked, only realizing how flirty he’d sounded once the words were out.

He had no time to hope it went unnoticed before another laugh filled the silence of the night.

“Sometimes,” the stranger said, the amused note in his voice doing more than enough to show he’d heard what Marco said. “But I do have somewhere to be in the morning so if you don’t mind letting go, and I’ll be on my way.”

Marco didn’t want to let go, not without any answers, but out of all the questions that came to mind, none actually wanted to come out. Not when this man apparently made it past at least fifteen of them and their haki several times. There weren’t any questions to do that justice.

“Who are you?” he asked finally, his grip loosening with each word.

“It’s polite to introduce yourself first, Mr. Phoenix,” he said, and the pearly white of his grin shone through the darkness. “I’m Ace,” he added, but his tone offered no space for a reply.

He was already backing away and making his way towards the little boat down on the waves. Marco had nothing to say as he watched Ace climb over the railing and drop down, walking away to stop himself from giving into the urge to follow and get to the bottom of it.

Pops had always kept his secrets, only sharing when necessary, and as much as Marco disliked it at times, they all had the luxury of keeping secrets as well. Deciding that he didn’t need to know, Marco turned towards his quarters, fighting the part of him that wanted to visit Pops and demand answers.

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“You look like shit,” Izou said, like he always did when the insomnia was becoming obvious around Marco’s eyes.

He had a plate of french toast with him too, to smooth over the sting of his words. Just like always.

“Thank you,” Marco said, not bothering to look up when the plate was set in front of him.

“Did you see the news yet?” Izou asked as he settled in across the table, the newspaper dropping between their plates with a wet thud.

The News Coos were getting sloppier the further into the New World they went.

Marco grunted around his toast, hoping his request for details would go over without any words. And it seemed to when Izou rolled his eyes and turned the papers towards him.

“New Vice-admiral was appointed,” he said, finger tapping against the photo of a grinning face, pearly whites on full display, framed by the dark freckles covering every available surface. “One Portgas D. Ace, whoever he is.”

Marco swallowed his food, narrowly avoiding choking on his breakfast because he could get past the name. It could be a common one for all he knew. The grin though.

The grin wasn’t something he’d forgotten in a few short hours, and the questions, well they kept piling on.

#marcoace #opfanfic #winter writes

[tooweirdforyou]

Hey!!! I really love your writing blog!!!

Okay, can I ask headcanons of X-Drake, Law and Marco x S/O that can do ballet?

X-Drake, Law + Marco With A S/O That Does Ballet 🩰

a/n : I’m sorry this took longer than usual, I had a busy weekend. Plus, I had to do a bit of research on X - Drake, especially since he’s a pretty minor character and there isn’t much to know about him. 😅 but I hope you enjoyed. And thank you! 🤍

I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you expected, especially since they’re short and might not make much sense? I’m not too familiar with ballet, other than learning from the three girls in despicable me— so forgive me if there’s anything wrong in here. I’m really sorry, anon :(

I AM SO SORRY IF I DID NOT GIVE X DRAKE JUSTICE, 😭 ITS ACTUALLY HARD TO WRITE FOR HIM- ;-;

Summary : How they react to a significant other who does ballet.

note : yall, I am so disappointed that Marco DOESNT fucking go to Wano. 😭 I was so freaking excited!

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X - Drake

X - Drake would see you doing ballet while you’re training one day. It was on your own free time.

He would just be walking around the area outside, taking a breather from his mission for now and was just finishing up his reports to the navy HQ, when he sees you alone. He didn’t even realize you were outside alone until he saw you.

So when he sees you in your comfortable but easy to stretch in outfit, he’s stunned and speechless.

Seeing you bend and stretch your legs out, raising your leg as high as you could as you displayed your flexibility, just makes him immediately red in the face and just in shock.

Now, X Drake is more of a stoic and serious kind of man, he’s not much to express his emotions and likes to get the job done. But seeing you in your outfit and doing your small leaps of ballet easily flusters him.

You wouldn’t even notice he was there until you turn around. “Oh, Drake.” You smile and rub your thighs a bit and stood up straight, waving at him. “I didn’t see you here. Were you watching me the whole time?”

“U-Uh, no, I just came by now.” He clears his throat and takes a step closer towards you. “Do you often practice ballet by yourself like this?”

You shrug softly and smile. “Some times. I’ve been doing this since I was a child, so I’m mostly just trying to increase my flexibility and catch up on any rusty skills I have.” You answer and notice him looking away slightly and seemingly awkward, which wasn’t like him.

You only chuckle and go closer to him, patting his chest. “Flustered, are we? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” You say softly, smiling at how cute he seemed at the moment with his pink cheeks as he just stutters out. “It’s fine, let’s just get back inside..”

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Law

Law would see you using ballet for the first time, during battle. And let’s just say, he was rather impressed.

The submarine was surfaced on the coast of an island, and the crew was currently exploring the island to pick up some supplies, more specifically, medicinal supplies for Law.

However, Marines seemed to be everywhere so it was only a matter of time before they found you. Which they did.

So, while Law is busy shambling marines, his eyes would look around the area for his crewmates, before his eyes land on your form.

Seeing you move fluidly around the field, over the guards gracefully and in such beautiful positions like a swan form, distracts Law as he just stares at you, a bit impressed and curious.

So when the crew finally manages to get away and back to the submarine to escape, Law decides to confront you about your movements.

“Oi, [Name]-ya. Since when did you do ballet?” He’s quick to get to the point. An amused and impressed tone could be hinted, because he was genuinely feeling that way.

You were pretty agile and moved so quick and elegant, it piqued his curiosity since he’s never seen you use or do it. How agile you moved reminded him of his secret interest in ninjas.

“It’s a hobby of mine.” You answer softly, smiling at Law and could sense his interest in your hobby. “Would you like to see more?..” you slowly ask, just to see his reaction.

Law eyes you a bit before he turns away and tilts his hat down. “..I’m busy, so maybe later.” He mutters out, making you chuckle at him, knowing he was trying to hide his small eagerness to see you do it again. “Sure, let me know when you wanna see it then. I’ll be glad to show you.”

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Marco

Marco would first see you doing ballet when you’re with Ace, out on the deck. Ace would try to pull a prank on you but obviously, he failed because you already knew what he was planning.

So when Ace sets up a series of traps for you to fall into or be fooled by, Marco is there watching beside Thatch when you first enter onto the main deck from a room.

You might’ve set off the trip wire, but you already know what’s coming as you gracefully jump over the flying pies that Thatch had saved for dessert, grabbing them in midair to prevent them from going into waste.

As you bounce and leap with sophistication and beauty around the deck, repeatedly dodging and avoiding all the traps set by Ace, the three would just stare in awe and disbelief at how beautiful you looked, how agile you move with ease as you land right in front of Marco and Thatch, holding out the perfectly steady and un-damaged pies.

Marco’s stunned face would slowly curl into amusement and a genuine impressed expression crosses his face. “You were pretty elegant out there, [Name]-yoi. I didn’t know you could do ballet.”

A smile would curl onto your lips as Thatch takes the pies from your hands and you give a glance to Ace, who continue to stare at you slack jawed. “It’s a hobby of mine since I was a child.” You shrug as you smirk at Ace’s reaction. “Nice try, Ace.”

Marco just smiles and chuckles at Ace as well. “You better have those papers done and ready for me if you have time to be messing around, Ace-yoi.” He warns as he began leading you away, guiding you with his hand on the dip of your back.

You could only smile and chuckle at Ace’s reaction as you lean into Marco more. “So, would you like to show me some more of your ballet flexibility skills? I’d like to see more-yoi.” Marco slyly questions, a small grin forming on his face.

Knowing what he meant, you playfully roll your eyes and smile. “Maybe later. I’m going to go back to Thatch and have one of those pies.”

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Okayy, hope you enjoyed this! Sorry it’s a bit short ;~; also I’m sorry if this seems more like a gymnast or something ;-; please forgive me and if you’d like a re-do, let me know!

Yall, don’t even try to fight with Law’s, I love how I made his 😂 even if it’s short and seems like he’s such a submissive type which is not true at all lmao ooc~

I’m a bit disappointed though, because my work isn’t showing up in tags anymore? :/ or maybe it’s just me.

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #marco the phoenix #marco the phoenix x reader #marco x reader #one piece marco #x drake #one piece x drake #x drake x reader

[shippersinc]

What is your favorite ship from each of the fandoms you listed?

(≧▽≦)We are very happy for the question anon, you all are more them welcome to ask anything, maybe we won't be able to have all the answers but we certainlly gonna try our best (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ - Sayu

Heyy thank you so much for the question I really hoped someone did so I could write and simp over this beautiful list with these beautiful ships I love so much!! I’m so excited, so here we go, prepare yourself for a long af post! - Alya

Avatar: The Last Airbender Alya: Tokka (Toph x Sokka) My forever OTP Sayu: i'm gonna watch but still not quite there , but o already love Suki

Teen Titans Alya: BB/Rae (Raven x Beast Boy) and Flinx (Kid Flash x Jinx) Sayu: Kid Flash x Jinx 🌹

Young Justice Alya: Spitfire (Artemis x Kid Flash) Sayu: Kid Flash x Artemis ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Over the Garden Wall Alya: Beatrice x Wirt

Infinity Train Alya: Jesslake (Jesse x Lake)

Noragami Alya: Yatori (Yato x Hiyori)

Hey Arnold Alya: Shortaki (Arnold x Helga)

RWBY Alya: Flower Power (Ren x Nora), Whiterose (Ruby x Weiss), Rosegarden (Ruby x Oscar) I’m a mix of don’t see Ruby with anyone, but still find the dynamic really cute Sayu: Still only watched 2,5 but i like Flower Power (Ren x Nora) and Checkmate (Weiss x Blake)

Trollhunters Alya: Stricklake (Barbara x Strickler) and Steli (Steve x Eli)

The Dragon Prince Alya: Rayllum (Rayla x Callum), the way season 3 handled it disappointed me a little, but I still like it

My Little Pony: FiM Alya: Rarijack (Applejack x Rarity) everything to me

Miraculous Ladybug Alya: Marichat (Marinette x Chat Noir) and Lukanette (Marinette x Luka). I actually ship the whole Love Square, but Marichat stands out Sayu: Alya x Nino

The Legend of Korra Alya: Kainora (Kai x Jinora) and Boleska (Bolin and Eska), Ik, kinda weird

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Alya: Leorai (Leo x Karai)

Star vs the Forces of Evil Alya and Sayu: Marcapoo (Marco x Heckapoo) <3

Steven Universe Alya: Sadie x Lars and Lapidot (Peridot and Lapis) platonically Sayu: Ruby x Saphire (ʃƪ＾3＾）

Disney Alya: This one's hard to choose one but if I have to, Tiana x Naveen and Judy x Nick Sayu: ヘ（。□°）ヘ Soo many choices and i don't remember even one(;~;)

Kung Fu Panda Alya: TiPo (Tigress x Po)

Wordgirl Alya: Tobecky (Tobey x Becky)

Doctor Who Alya: I have many, specifics with different Doctor, but generally, it's Thoschei (Doctor x Master)

DC Comics   Alya: Oh boi, hard too, but let's go with Selina x Bruce, cause I'm basic, Gar x Raven, Tim x Steph

That 70's Show Sayu: Hyde x Jackie o((^▽^))o

Detentionaire Alya: Lee x Brandi

She-Ra and The Princesses of Power Alya: Catradora (Catra x Adora) and Entrapdak (Entrapta x Hordak)

Ducktales Alya: Goldie x Scrooge and Magica x Gladstone, Webby x Lena is also pretty cute Sayu: Goldie x Scrooge (◡ ω ◡) Louei is their heir

Carmen Sandiego Alya: Red Crackle (Carmen x Gray)

Barbie Alya: There are many possibilities as well, but let's go with Anika x Aiden, Elina x Nori and Erika x Dominic (maybe Anneliese and Julian too) Sayu: 乁| ･ 〰 ･ |ㄏ Barbie x Ken in life in a dreamhouse(?)

Haikyuu Sayu: Bokuaka (Bokuto x Akaashi)♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) love them wayy too much

Card Captor Sakura Sayu: Sakura x Syaoran, Sakura x Tomoyo and Touya x Yukito ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ Gotta love them all

If you want us to make specific posts about these ships and explore more what we said about them, feel free to ask! =D

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #teen titans #young justice #over the garden wall #infinity train #noragami #hey arnold #rwby #trollhunters #the dragon prince #my little pony: fim #miraculous ladybug #the legend of korra #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #star versus the forces of evil #star vs the forces of evil #steven universe #disney #kung fu panda #wordgirl #doctor who #dc comics #that 70's show #detentionaire #she ra and the princesses of power #ducktales #carmen sandiego #barbie

[bosspigeon]

Sort of a prompt...

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"When was the last time you last slept?"

"...Dare."

"I dare you to go to sleep."

Any of your characters/pairings 😘

i got this idea for @barbwritesstuff's Blood Moon IF demo, and it wouldn't leave me alone. It's also way longer than i intended, but i've been thinking about it for the past two days at work so, uh... here we go?? hope i did Marco's manic ass justice lmao

The stray's been with the pack for over a month, and he still hasn't spoken a word. At least, not to Marco he hasn't.

He's talked to the Alpha, at least, or he wouldn't be here at all. And the cubs sure think he's the coolest thing to ever happen to them, but Marco's seen him lying silently on the floor while they clamber all over him, so he's not sure words have factored into the equation at all. He's got to have said something to Minjo, and to Elma and Addie, for him to be allowed near the kids unsupervised.

He knows Vicky's tried to talk to the stray before, if only to herd him into a corner and growl threats at him, tell him in detail all the fun, creative uses she'll have for the limbs she tears off his body if he even thinks too hard about hurting her pack.

He met her icy stare with a bland, slate-grey gaze, pursed his (unfairly plush) lips thoughtfully, and nodded once.

That seemed to be enough for Vicky, though she did tell them she'd have her eyes on him.

He nodded again, and that was it.

And now Marco's got him cornered, because he's been subtly and coolly asking around about him, because, come on, he's stupid hot and mysterious and all, but he's also a stray with haunted eyes that doesn't talk, and Marco can't be the only one curious about him.

He tried to ask the Alpha, with subtle, leading questions like "Where'd you even find that weirdo?" and "Has he said anything about me?" And when the Alpha oh-so-rudely brushed him off, because he's a consummate professional at ignoring Marco's badgering at this point.

Marco simply took that as an order from his Alpha, and did just that.

The stray doesn't have his own room yet, if he even intends to stay, but he's been crashing on the couch in Nikolas and Sergi's trailer. Though, he doesn't seem to sleep much, according to Sergi. The blanket they gave him is folded on the back of the couch when they roll out of their beds in the morning, and he's long gone.

"May as well be letting a ghost stay with us," Sergi says with a shrug. "At least he cleans up after himself, if he even makes a mess in the first place."

"Why are you asking so many damned questions?" Nikolas asks, quirking a brow curiously at Marco, who brushes it off like a champ, even though his neck and ears are feeling a little hot, and turns tail and walks (doesn't run) calmly away from their knowing stares to head straight for the source.

And now the source is staring at him through the darkness with a carefully neutral expression, as if Marco didn't just pop out of the bushes to catch him mid-midnight-jog.

Which may have been a tactical error, all things considered.

The stray is tall, a head and a half taller than Marco, at least, and probably twice as broad, with attractively tousled hair so dark brown it's nearly black that hangs around his face in damp tangles. His eyes are gently drooping, heavy-lidded, and stormy grey with stupidly long lashes for a guy, a straight nose and soft lips curled down at the corners as he stares stoically (and handsomely) at Marco. His tawny olive skin shines in the dim light of the waning moon drifting through the trees overhead with sweat, and he's only wearing ratty sneakers, and low-slung grey sweatpants as he jogs through the woods in the middle of the night like some kind of maniac.

Marco tries really hard to focus on his face and not his chest, but seeing as he's almost eye level with the guy's tits, heaving and sweaty and dusted with thick, dark whorls of damp hair, it's a fight he's rapidly losing.

It's only then that he realizes he's forgotten the stray's name, if he ever remembered in the first place, because when the Alpha was introducing him to the rest of the pack, Marco's brain was just making dial-up noises because he made eye contact with the towering, brooding stranger and had to wonder if he was suddenly in some trashy romance novel because he couldn't stop thinking about the guy's mouth.

Speaking of mouths, his opens and closes mechanically as he tries to think of what the hell he was going to say, but he's starting to realize he had no sort of plan going into this, because he's Marco, and he doesn't do plans.

He finally manages to peel his eyes away from the stray's chest, and bring them to his face, and then he notices the deep, dark bruises of sleeplessness under those stupid, pretty eyes, and his mouth finally decides to work, but in pure Marco fashion, it's without any real input from his brain.

"Jesus, I thought Sergi was exaggerating when he said you didn't sleep."

The stray blinks at him mutely, cocks his head, and then keeps blinking.

Marco has no trouble filling the awkward silence, of course. He just hopes whatever comes out of his mouth is at least a little bit smooth. "You look like shit, dude."

Nailed it.

The stray squints at him. And then he speaks. "Thanks," he says dully, and it's honestly impressive how much sarcasm is oozing from that single syllable.

Marco might be in love.

"What's your name again?" he asks, because it's the only thing he's got going for him at the moment. This is a conversation they're having, if a weird one, but it's more than can be said for anyone else in the pack. "I know the Alpha introduced you and everything but my memory is shit and I forgot." Thankfully, he keeps the whole "I got distracted by how obnoxiously pretty you were, so I don't know if I ever heard your name in the first place," to himself.

"Vesper," the stray says, still eyeing Marco like he's got two heads.

"What the fuck?" he says, eyebrows flying to his scruffy fringe, "Seriously? That's cool as hell." He kinda wants to know if Vesper picked it himself, but feels like that might be weird and overly personal, and he's got some tact at least. Not much, but some.

"Thanks," Vesper says again, only it's a lot less acidic this time.

"What are you doing shirtless in the woods?" Marco asks, because he's got to keep things going somehow. Against his will, his eyes flicker down again, but he snaps them back up quickly. "I mean, I know we're werewolves and all, but this is a bit of a cliche, don't you think?"

"Are we playing 20 Questions?" Vesper asks, and the bemused quirk to his pretty, pretty mouth is so goddamned cute Marco wants to scream. He feels like someone should give him a prize. For his self-control (in not screaming) and for getting five whole words out of the taciturn stray at one time.

"We can play Truth or Dare, if you'd prefer?" Marco offers, because he's running out of steam but he wants to keep things going. They might almost have a rapport going.

Vesper crosses his arms across his broad, hairy chest, and it squishes his pecs (tits) together in a way that makes Marco almost start panting. "Sure," he says.

"Really?" Marco's jaw drops, but he shakes it off quickly and rocks forward. "Uh, well, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Vesper says easily.

"When was the last time you slept?"

Vesper looks away quickly, almost guiltily, pinches his lips into a taut line, and looks back. "...Dare," he amends.

Marco senses he's struck some kind of nerve. "I dare you to go the fuck to sleep," he quips, because, yeah, he's having fun, but the guy looks exhausted. And if he looks this bad when the moon is barely a sliver in the sky, the chances of him going crazy when it's full and screaming will be through the roof. And maybe Marco's got an interest in keeping the guy around, and maybe it's not all that altruistic, but it's something. Or, at least, it could be.

Vesper's broad shoulders tense up more, somehow, and now that he's not wearing a ratty, oversized hoodie, Marco can see the tautness of his muscles pretty well (and God, he is looking) and he notices how painful that tension looks. Like he's forgotten how to relax. He falls silent again, and this time, Marco has nothing to fill it with, so it hangs between them, heavy and suffocating.

"Minjo might still be up," Marco suggests after the silence stretches on for way too long. Vesper is so still he looks like he's gonna turn to stone. "She makes this tea that tastes godawful, but it'll knock you right out. It's almost good if you drown it in honey first."

Vesper's quiet for a while longer, and he looks back over his shoulder, towards the sky.

Marco only just realizes that with the direction he was going when Marco jumped out at him, it's almost like he was trying to outrun the moon.

His shoulders relax in increments, and his arms drop to his sides. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his fingers clench around nothing, and then unclench again. "Maybe... Maybe I'll see," he says, and his voice is soft, and tired. "I think I'll finish my run first, though," he adds, nodding in Marco's direction.

"Oh! Yeah, uh. Right. Sorry." He scrambles out of the way while the stray, Vesper, shakes his head and stretches his arms a bit, as if to warm himself up again. "That might help, actually. Wear you out, I mean. Mind if I join you?" Not like Marco particularly cares about running when he's human-shaped. It's more fun when he's a wolf, but also he never really has anyone who wants to run with him. It's boring on his own.

Vesper smiles, an odd, tense little smile, but still a smile, and looks away, his face shadowed by the trees overhead, with a shrug. "Sure."

Marco really wishes he weren't wearing jeans for this, but he's not gonna waste this chance no matter what, so he does a quick, perfunctory stretch (as if he knows what he's even doing) before he gives Vesper a short nod.

They take off into the trees, following a well-worn footpath left by the pack over time, and Vesper listens indulgently while Marco chatters about everything and nothing while trying to match his longer stride.

#blood moon if #barbwritesstuff #blood moon marco #pidge replies #pidge writes #oc: vesper xenakis #HEY IM STILL ALIVE AND I STILL WRITE SOMETIMES #i have been trying to eke this out for the last two days hfdkjlsahg #i complete rewrote it like three times #i wanted it to be short but uuuuh #well #you see it #its not short #anyway marco is fun to write #i hope i manage to do him justice #also its midnight and i have work in the morning so i need to sleep #hfdksjlahgkj #will rb this in the morning lmao