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evankinard · 2 months

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okay I promised my full deranged buddie s7 spec so walk with me here

imagine we start the season, its a couple weeks/months after the bridge collapse, and bobby and athena have just left for their cruise. cut to buck and eddie and buck seems kind of sad/dejected for some reason but no one knows why and eddie is riding the high of starting dating again and taking his shot with marisol. then chris drops the bombshell that he's dating on eddie and asking him for advice and eddie starts panicking because what the hell does he know about women he very spectacularly ran off the last two and the night's still young with marisol. so he goes to buck, because its chris and buck always has the answers with chris and anyway buck may suck at keeping a girlfriend but he's good at the dating part and he has natalia now and he seems so sure about her so clearly he's doing something right. and buck says yes, of course he's gonna say yes, it's chris, but while chris is asking all these questions about love, and dating, and how do you know when you really like someone and what do you do when you like someone like that, buck is answering them but the weird kicked puppy air keeps clinging to him and he sounds wistful if nothing else. and toward the end of the episode, he admits to eddie that him and natalia broke up. he dodges the question of why no matter how anyone asks throughout the rest of the season.

the rest of the cruise ship arc goes by and then its ep 100 and HOWEVER it happens (maybe its tommy, maybe its anything else I actually have no spec for this part) buck starts questioning his sexuality or just plain going "why the fuck not clearly I'm doing something wrong with the way I've been going about dating maybe its the fact that they've all been women" and starts thinking about dating men. he talks to eddie about it and eddie starts feeling some type of way but tries to be supportive anyways (and then immediately goes to bobby and begs for a transfer which is why bobby tells him he can't tell him how to feel about the job. jk but i actually have no idea where that line fits into any of this or what its about so we're ignoring it). eddie and marisol are still doing perfectly fine and going on casual dates atp.

then ep 5 rolls around, which looks like a pretty shenanigans filled episode, so it could mostly have nothing to do with the rest of the plot or it could have some of that underlying tension festering between buck and eddie, especially with a name like "you don't know me"

now starting with episode 6 I'm not totally decided where this spec plot would go but it can go a couple different ways. if episode 6 is the bachelor party episode only and there's no actual wedding the tension could just keep building OR there's actually gonna be a Moment. maybe nothing happens or maybe they get drunk and wake up in the same bed but even if they do they immediately start freaking out or avoiding each other and not acknowledging it. either way, the wedding will happen. it will be chaotic and insane and beautiful and by the end of the night buck is standing in his sad little corner watching everyone when hen or maddie comes up to him and he will finally admit that the reason why natalia broke up with him was because she knew he's in love with eddie. maybe eddie's also looking back at him or maybe he's glowing, twirling marisol around on the dance floor.

ORRRRRRR

nothing actually happens between buck and eddie after buck comes out. eddie and marisol break up sometime before the wedding/bachelor party for seemingly unrelated reasons. the bachelor party and wedding go off with several hitches but none involving buck and eddie's relationship. and then the next morning they wake up in bed together à la chandler and monica getting together in Friends.

#are there several holes in every single aspect of this #yes but mind your own business #the entire purpose of this post is so that I have all of my delusions in writing either to clap or point and laugh at once the season start #911 spoilers #lmao #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 speculation #weewoo brainrot

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vee-lo0 · 7 months

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Laws character development

#one piece #one piece fanart #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #while I was drawing this I sent several voice recordings to my friend of me laughing to the point of tears

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goldkirk · 2 months

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I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE!

#I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE ABOUT ANYTHING #IT DOESN'T HAVE TO OVERRIDE ALL OTHER PROGRAMMING EVER AGAIN #HA #MY GOD THAT FEELS LIKE TWO DECADES OF RELIEF #and I found out yesterday. that this year. next winter. it IS two decades. exactly. this is the year. every day i am shown new reminders #that keep me going in my mission to relearn to fully and instinctually trust my self #ever since [redacted therapist] asked me point blank and my IMMEDIATE response was complete disbelief #a firm 'you think there's any universe where i'd feel like i could trust myself? after my nonstop history of failures and being horrible?'#tone “No!” of disbelief #and a horrible way-too-harsh laugh that bolted out before I could strangle it off and stop it.#that woman never coddled my feelings any time I spoke something alarming or bullshit and that was so helpful to me #and the tone she let exist in her voice when she responded to me with a very uncharacteristic “Oh Katie.”#was so. so much more agonizing for me. than her responding with an immediate logical slam-dunk of the truth about healthy behavior and stuf #anyway ramble over i'm so tired. i've done so much trauma work this week i am Drained emotionally #now i see what the past several months but especially especially #the baffling (to me) infuriating out-of-control-speedrun-somatic-processing + every-health-condition-flaring slog that December and January #were for me when I hadn't expected anything to be wrong #...and the extremely specific way this certain zone and particular incident kept coming up over and over and over and over and OVER was not #a bug. it was a feature. thank goodness i trust myself for little things now bc that's the only way i was able to get to this other side #and look back and suddenly realize that my subconscious and body knew what they needed and had a plan in progress the whole time. just like #i rationally say I trust them to have and do.#and that perhaps maybe. for real for real instead of just TELLING myself hard enough a lie that i trust my self and i trust my body and tha #they always know their own needs and timing if really slow down and listen to them f u l l y #anyway. yeah. bye haha i need to stop oversharing on the internet #trauma evolution #shh katie #personal #my god. i wished for this day more than i wished for anything else my whole life. all these many many many many years. what magic.#add to journal #abuse

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artemispt · 10 months

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#-> full interview #this was supposed to be cute I guess but pissed me off a bit 😅 with things like this ->#‘On the track the story was entirely different as tension grew between the pair. They came to blows on several occasions as the team…’#‘… began to prioritise Norris' development which put some strain on their friendship as they duelled in the midfield.’#‘But with Sainz nearly doubling Norris' points tally already after 10 races with 83 points to his haul of 42…’#‘… the McLaren star might not be laughing too much when he sees the Drivers' Championship standings.’#‘The pair are back on friendly terms’ like… when did they stop being friends? maybe this journalist watched dts #carlando #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #everyone is a carlando fan #express uk

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cerealmonster15 · 1 year

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jamil goes to his mind palace

#jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst #jamiazu #i almost typed azul viper lol he possessed me into trying 2 make them married #cereal tries to draw #i had this stupid thought earlier and it keeps making me laugh #love that several times in canon jamil like #has rare smiling moments when azul is Getting Bullied. usually by jamil LOL #[book 6 moment] [masquerade moment] [teasing him about the desert in book 4]#good times.#anyway i named this file 'iwarnedubro.png'#but lets be real. jamil did NOT warn him about the stairs 😌#sorry idk why azul looks like that and not like. idk. AZUL. he looks like a baby #and thats just too bad im not redrawing him for a goofy doodle #thats not even the point the point is the tinier azul plummeting down the infinite mario 64 stairs

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afniel · 4 months

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Realizing that I went and wrote a bunch of intentionally aro relationships and my partner was like, "Idk, it seemed like normal relationships to me," and I was like, "I mean yeah it's not that different from ours, I guess, I was kind of going for 45° off from 'normal' romance," and they're like, "Okay, but ours is also pretty much like that," and I'm like, "Yeah, true," and now I'm like, damn hold up, are we both some kinda arospec and THIS is how we figure it out? Because I wrote a long-ass fic about intentionally queer-coded (among other things) robots? Life is weird, man.

Like I've been prone to extreme long-term crushes on a very few (mostly unattainable) people over the years, but I wouldn't have known what to do with them even if they worked out, and cough my ex was not even one of them. I just kind of assumed I was failing to feel a thing I was totally supposed to feel, there, and quite a lot of that relationship emotionally was me going, "Okay, I care like This, but I think I'm supposed to care like That? I'm pretty sure he cares That way. I'm not sure I do, but I mean, there's really only one way*, so maybe I'm just misreading this and actually I do care like That, I'm just bad at it."

*This was me being very incorrect, it turns out. There's all kinds of ways to love someone. It's a very inadequate and nonspecific word.

When I confessed my feelings (which I'd been sitting on for a year) to my partner, their reaction wasn't to be particularly romantic about it. In fact they told me they'd help me move to California if I wanted to. And after I got over my initial confusion of being kissed on the forehead (which is also not super romantic as a gesture and I couldn't decide how to even read that so I kinda skipped over even trying for a while), I was thinking, Awesome, that is a yes. They have promised to assist me with difficult stuff, and said nothing at all about emotions, because that's not a big deal anyway. The important thing is that I can rely on them and vice versa. Cool. We are basically together forever now. Which ended up being true. I just never moved out and now it's like 13 years later, go figure. But that's not what I think actually passes for reciprocating feelings for most people? Worked great for me though.

Anyway I feel like I have accidentally learned something about myself, lol. I guess romance is okay I guess, like it's not repulsive, but seriously, it's WAY more satisfying to me to guess someone else's Quiplash answer because you know they know you would think it's fucking funny, and you do, and because you think it's funny and you're well aware they know your type of humor and you know theirs and that you wouldn't expect them to use "cum" as an answer because that's not usually how they roll, so of course that is the only answer they can possibly give, which is instantly evident to both of you with no conversation whatsoever on the topic. When you got just one brain cell and it's quantum entangled with their just one brain cell so you have a lot of null discussions where nobody has to say anything but it's fully understood anyway, that's The Dream, if you ask me. And like I don't really think that's romantic by the usual definition. You can have that with friends and family, too. But that is what it turns out I prioritize in relationships, which I'm starting to feel like isn't what the majority of people are here for?

TFW it's hard to tell because I've been assuming I'm totally alloromantic so everything I experience must be typical totally alloromantic stuff too, but I'm starting to think it isn't maybe? But how do I even tell, this is like being colorblind, lmao.

#tfw you based a completely ace/aro relationship system off what ends up just being your normal IRL relationship #my partner read Failure To Compile and just went 'so we're coprocessors right' and I said 'yeah basically'#it was apparently not at all subtle to them and why would it be lmao they basically just Know What I'm Thinking #we have a lot of conversations that are just...*several facial expressions and a glance or two* them: 'no.' me: 'OH COME ON'#and yeah that's The Experience. 'what if an entire subculture's relationships were all like that' well it'd be great that's what #and also evidently immediately recognizable to a bunch of arospec readers #making me have to also question some long held assumptions about myself #well that's cool though. I'm always down to understand me better. and hey what a funny way to do it too #what's the point of writing something and trying to get kinda deep with it if you aren't learning from it really #this just means I'm so successful I even got myself somehow #flawless victory #aromantic #arospec #also yes the Quiplash thing happened for real just last night #I said their answer before it was even revealed and they just assumed I had somehow loaded the stream faster than them #because obviously I know what they put right?#I laughed my ass off tho

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vilelittlecritter · 1 year

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I am very tired and didn't do much drawing today so take these silly doodles I did of hero and omori from my Off au doing a crossover episode because I thought it was funny

Omori and OmoriBoy get along relatively fine

Can't say the same for the two hero's...

They aren't perfect but one they're doodles and Two,

I am so very tired...

Super villian Hero belongs to @omori-sv-au

Dreamscape Omori belongs to @omoriboii

#for the love of god don't ask what omori is doing. or why one hero is talker than the other when they should be the same height.#i think the omoris would get along okay. Although i imagine Off omori would piss off Omoriboy with his constant backhanded tone #also sv hero hates Off Hero for several reasons. he never stops talking and laughing. calls everyone his friend. reeks of smoke and petrol #he may even reek a bit of weed because i think mortis ghost said zacharie is a stoner...#also omori would piss off OmoriBoy by constantly pointing out unhealthy habits because as stoic as he is he does actually care #i know this is really silly but i like both aus and just wanted to do something silly since i see alot of other people do it it #I'll probably design the other characters in the off au some day #i want to make Humphrey look absolutely horrifying and disgusting :)))#omori #omori aus #omori au #Omoroff #omori dreamscape #omori dreamscape au #omori sv au #doodles

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lightblueminecraftorchid · 10 days

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I love learning ASL it’s so good. Makes me happy to learn it. I’m so glad my university has classes for it with professors actually steeped in Deaf culture.

#blue chatter #am I good at ASL? hahahahahahaha. no.#ASL and English grammar are incredibly different and even when I remember my vocab I am easily clockable as hearing #but I do have some language capacity now. enough to communicate the basics.#and I just. genuinely really enjoy it. it’s fun to learn and engaging in a way most of my classes just aren’t.#and I can. yanno. communicate respectfully w Deaf ppl. and learn about their culture #which is incredibly important given that I want to go into a field where there is a higher incidence than typical of Deaf people #autistic? you’re more likely to be Deaf!#not to mention the fact that sign language can sometimes be a useful alternative to speech for nonspeaking/nonverbal people #depending on the person obvi; some nonspeaking/nonverbal autistics cannot use sign language and that’s okay #but surely at some point I will encounter either a Deaf client or a nonspeaking/nonverbal client who uses ASL #and when that time comes I should have some idea of how to communicate with them #I also rly like the Deaf church by my parents’ house #their community is really welcoming and their services are really interesting #I think it’s rly cool how they take intentions directly from the congregation #they’ll raise their hands and then sign what their intention is from their pew to the ambo #which is rly neat #it is funny bc every time I go the Deaf ppl I talk to will tell each other ‘go slow she’s hearing’#which is ENTIRELY fair bc. I am hearing. and I do need them to go slower.#but it also makes me laugh bc truly everyone knows within a few minutes.#oh hey the new person? they’re hearing. yeah they’re learning ASL at college. sign slowly for her.#which again makes sense bc a big Deaf culture thing is keeping ppl informed. it’s not gossip it’s getting everyone on the same page.#Deaf ppl do NOT beat around the bush that is like the height of rudeness to them. u say what u mean goshdangit. do not waste their time.#which I appreciate the heck out of bc i don’t have to try and phrase things delicately or w/e #it was also funny bc my mom came w me while I was home for Christmas and they asked her if I was her kid #and she said yes. and the lady running the kid’s craft corner thing was like ‘great you’re doing a craft now’#and I’m sitting there. visibly over 18 years old. amongst several seven year olds. trying desperately to figure out how to say hot glue gun #I made a v pretty pinecone tree it was a lot of fun ^-^

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liloinkoink · 1 year

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cherri got an ask abt the martyn ghost ship au, so i agreed to post a bit of it. here's smth vaguely before the plot, abt... hm, would it be cliche to say an anglerfish?

They hear his voice long before they see him.

“Please help me! Somebody, please! I-I need help, please, I need help!” His voice sounds ragged, like he’s been calling for hours, and he’s running out of time to keep begging.

The man stands on the bow of a ship speared through on a tall rock, waving a piece of a torn sail. His movements aren’t particularly quick or large, like he’s running out of energy, though they pick up as he notices the Ochanoma approach. He jumps halfway onto the railing, waving his flag and screaming, “Help me! Please help me!”

They stop. Of course they stop! The man on deck nearly weeps with relief as the Ochanoma pulls up beside his ship, dropping his sail and running to the bannister.

“Oh, thank the gods, I-I thought I was going to die out here!” he says, “Please, my ship ran aground in a storm, I-I-I lost all of my crew, th-there’s nothing, I don’t have any food left, I-I can't sail, my-my ship, it's ripped open, I’m going to die out here!”

“You’re not going to die here,” Rosa says, raising her hands, placating the hysterical stranger as best she can, “You’ll be fine, you can come with us. Can you make your way onto this ship?”

“Thank you, thank you so much, I’m starving,” the man says. He climbs onto the Ochanoma with no issue, pulling himself up and over the taller ship's railing. He stumbles over to Rosa, grabbing onto her arms with both hands, pushing into her space. His eyes are wide and wild, and his palms are freezing cold. “I- We weren’t without money. If you want something to— I can repay you. Below— below deck, there’s a— anything you find down there, you can have, just please get me out of here.”

“I— thank you,” Rosa says. She looks over her shoulder, stepping back and away from the man’s grip. He lets her go, though he sways slightly on his feet, just a little unstable.

“No, thank you. You’ve really saved me. I thought I was going to starve,” he says. There’s something strange in his voice, some sharp edge to the words, to the relieved smile that he’s trying to give her. There’s an air to him Rosa finds horribly unsettling, but she doesn’t know how to place it.

It must be trauma, she thinks. He’s just shaken. With some food and some rest, he’ll be fine.

Still, Rosa’s hand hovers at her waist, above the hilt of her sword.

“Ricky, take a crew and check out his ship,” Rosa orders, taking another step back toward her first mate, “See what you can find that’s valuable and take it. Especially if there’s food.”

“On it!” Ricky says. He waves about half of their crew over, and one by one, they board the rotten ship of the strange man.

Something makes Rosa keep watching as they begin to disappear below deck of the other ship, though her eyes drift from Ricky to the man.

He’s covering the bottom half of his face with his hands, though Rosa isn’t sure why.

Shock, she reminds herself. It must be shock. She doesn't know what else it could be.

“Daisy, take… take him below deck,” Rosa says. Something about him seems… dangerous, not right. She wants him out of the way, behind a door they can lock. “Find him somewhere to rest. Tell the cook we need a quick meal for him.”

“On it!” she says. She walks up to the man’s side, offering an arm for him to lean on. When he pulls his hands away from his face to take it, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Somewhere in the heart of the sinking ship, someone screams.

“Thank you,” the man says, grabbing Daisy’s arm. His fingers are white against her skin, and he leans down, smiling into her ear. “I’ve been so hungry.”

Daisy rips her arm away, jerking back, but the man doesn’t need her support. He reaches for his waistband at the same time Rosa’s hand closes around her sword, but the thing he pulls out isn’t a weapon; The man brandishes a stick.

It’s… a board, maybe. Probably a railing. The end he holds it at is jagged, and the end he holds out has been sharpened to a point. He thrusts it at Daisy, grinning somehow wider.

“What are you?!” Daisy yells, “What did you do to them?!”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything,” he says. His stance is stable, now. His shoulders are relaxed, all the fear and mania melting away into nothing. His knees, though, are bent, ready to lunge. “I’m just the lure.”

Rosa doesn’t wait. She yanks her weapon free, charging the man at full speed. He laughs as she approaches, and the sound is surprisingly free of cruelty.

“Ohh, you’re fast!” He says. He takes a few steps back as she swings, beating her blade aside with the railing.

“What did you do to my crew?!” she demands, “Give them back!”

“You’re not a good listener, though,” he says, “I just said—”

“I don’t care whether it was you or something else,” Rosa snarls, “Give them back.”

“I didn’t take them,” he says, “But I don’t think you’ll want to see them like this.”

“What. Did. You. Do?!” Rosa screams. Her next swing is harder, wider, and the man steps out of it easily, leaving Rosa stumbling. He steps into her space before she can recover, grabbing her wrist and shoving it down, bringing her blade to brush the board below.

“If you insist on asking, why don’t you go get them?” he smiles, “After all, you can’t stay here. Your ship isn’t very safe.”

“What?” Rosa asks. The man smiles, then jams the railing into the deck.

Like ice on a frozen pond, the Ochanoma shatters.

“I wouldn’t want to be here if I were you, Captain,” he says, voice pleasant, “It’s not safe. But lucky for you, my ship is right here.”

“I’ll kill you,” Rosa snaps. The grip on her arm suddenly turns bruising, harsh fingers closing on the bones of her wrist and forcing her hand open. Rosa’s sword clatters against the deck.

“Will you?” he asks, and as Rosa stares into his endlessly cheerful smile, she realizes for the first time she can see his ship through his teeth.

“What are you,” Rosa says.

“You asked me that already,” he replies, “A lure. Can’t you tell by my dashing good looks?”

“Rosa! Duck!” comes Daisy’s voice behind her. Rosa doesn’t think twice, and over Rosa’s head sails the tip of Rosa’s own dropped sword, passing through the neck of the strange man.

It does nothing. His neck flickers, wisps of him swirling away like smoke. He blinks, looking down at the metal, only a little bored.

“Ohoho, man,” he laughs, almost impressed, “When did you pick that up?”

The lure turns around, the spiraling strands of his translucent neck slipping back into place. He raises the railing, walking over to Daisy with the point aimed between her eyes.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, and he lunges, driving the point at her face. Her eyes widen, but Daisy was never much of a fighter—she doesn’t think to dodge.

The point hits Daisy in the neck, driving through her throat. It doesn’t stay, though—or, no. The point stays exactly where it is, newly-red and dripping with blood. It’s Daisy that moves, her body flying backward far beyond where she should go. Daisy slams into the bow of the ship with a loud crack, then drops into the water.

“Oops, missed the deck,” the lure says, slinging the railing over his shoulder. Blood drips from the point and through his arm, though he doesn’t seem to notice it splattering on the deck at his feet.

“You fucking killed her!” Rosa screams.

“And the other guys, too, yeah,” he agrees idly, “I don’t get a lot to eat, man, I’ve got to take what I can get.”

“I’ll kill you. I don’t fucking care what you are, I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll tear you apart!” Rose screams. She grabs her sword off the ground, and the lure makes no move to stop her. His disinterest offends her more than anything else, the blasé way he moves across her deck. She’ll tear that bored look off his face with her fucking teeth if she has to, but killing her crew will be the last thing the piece of shit ever does.

“C’mon, you have to know that won’t work,” he says. Rather than respond, Rosa screams, charging him again with another large slash. The lure takes a few steps back, defending himself only with distance, the railing still over his shoulder.

“I don’t think all of them are dead, if you’d like to check,” he says, “Not yet, anyway. You’ve still got, hm, four? Ah. No, three, sorry.”

“Fuck you!” Rosa yells.

“Not without at least taking me to dinner,” the lure says. He takes the railing off his shoulder, sidestepping another hit, and slams it against his own palm, as if something brilliant has just occurred to him. He grins, again without malice. “Actually, I guess you have.”

Rosa doesn’t respond, swinging her blade at the lure’s smiling face. He ducks, the railing coming loose from his palm and pointing vaguely in her direction. He’s still not really aiming, though. Not taking her seriously.

“Fucking fight me, you asshole!” Rosa yells. The lure takes another few steps back, but as Rosa follows him, her foot slams through a break in the deck. The lure watches as the wood shreds her leg, tilting his head as she shrieks in pain.

“Ouch,” he says, “Not really safe here, huh? What are you going to do about the rest of your crew?”

Rosa looks out, to the dozen or so crew members left. They’re non-combatants, mostly, the cook and the navigator and the doctor. They glance between her half-fallen form and the lure above her, uncertain and shaken.

“Why are you all standing there?!” Rosa yells, “Find a lifeboat!”

“But you’re—”

“Fine.” Rosa grits out, “Get to a lifeboat. Now. That is an order.”

The lure watches with a mild, polite interest as the crew clamors to the Ochanoma’s lifeboat, his hands folded as he leans against his railing, point driven down into the deck.

“Wow, they all fit on one little boat?” he asks, “Hm, are they gonna be able to get out? That boat’s on the side with my ship.”

“They’re probably getting Daisy,” Rosa says, teeth gritted. She shifts, starting the process of removing her bloody leg from the deck. The lure hums.

“She isn’t in the water anymore,” the lure says. The lifeboat splashes as it drops the last few feet into the water, and Rosa’s eyes narrow.

“What does that mean?” Rosa asks.

“Means you sent your crew to die, Captain.”

The wood of the rotten ship creaks, planks and nails screaming with sudden strain. The bow splits down the side, dozens of boards splintering apart in rows of jagged edges. They sort of follow the lines of the planks, but only as much as suits them—plenty more simply shatter, scraps of serrated edges sticking out into the sea. Most of the planks keep their nails, bent and rusted, sticking out in whatever direction their surely-drunk shipwrights thought was straight.

Rope and seaweed swing out from the inside, as if buffeted by an intense wind. The anchor rockets out and whams into the Ochanoma’s side, shattering another part of the deck and raining splinters down on the lifeboat below.

“Hey, it’s not all bad. You should be proud of yourselves! Not many crews require us to pull out all the stops.”

“No!” Rosa screams. She yanks her leg out of the deck at once, skin coming off her thigh in ribbons. A cavity opens in the side of the rotten ship, sucking in water that rushes to fill the void. Rosa doesn’t see the lifeboat as it's ripped inside, but she hears it—a dozen of her friends, screaming in fear, until the blackness of the ship’s maw swallows them whole.

“Mm,” the lure sighs, barely audible over the creaking of the ship. The wood stitches itself back together like nothing, the ropes falling flat against the ship’s side. “None of your original guys are alive. Thought you’d want to know. All the new ones are still— Ah, no, one’s just gone. Died of fright, I think? No, I lied, he fainted and fell, hit his head on an exposed nail. It’s an old ship, y’know—pretty dangerous down there.”

“I’ll kill you,” Rosa says again, absolutely seething. She turns toward the lure on a bleeding, shaking leg, eyes molten steel. “I’ll fucking destroy you for this.”

“Captain,” the lure says, “You can’t kill me.”

“Yes, I can.” she stalks forward. Her steps are slow, unstable, and she stumbles as she walks. The lure doesn’t move back, though he does raise the railing, pointing it between her eyes.

“No, you can’t,” the lure says, “I can’t die.”

“Everything can die,” she says. Her leg radiates pain, but she can barely feel it. She doesn’t feel anything at all, really, nothing except burning, fiery grief, “You will die.”

“No, you’re not getting it,” he says. Rosa is just a pace and a half in front of him now, raising her sword high above her head. Her eyes burn, red-rimmed, absolutely furious.

“Fuck you.” Rose lunges, slamming her weapon down, but it’s not enough. Her movement is too unsteady, too easily telegraphed. All the lure has to do is extend his arm, driving the point of the railing through Rosa’s chest, staking her heart.

She doesn’t feel it. She stares him down, furious still, but the fires are dimming.

Rosa’s weapon sails through the lure’s head. The center of his face curls like fog, and he sighs, pieces of his mouth twirling away with the motion.

“You’re not getting it,” he repeats, exasperated. Rosa coughs, bloody and wet. “I’ve already died.”

The lure yanks the railing from Rosa’s chest. Her eyes well with tears, though they don’t have time to flow before her knees hit the wood.

“Hah, jeez,” he sighs, scratching the back of his head, forcing it to reform under his fingers. Rosa collapses onto the deck, soaking the wood red. “You fought well, Captain.”

He slams the railing into the deck again, shattering the ship down the hull.

“Too bad it wasn’t a fair fight to start.”

#laughing a bit cherri posted two big fish rens and i posted the one thing from that au that doesn’t actually have ren in it. only ghost ship #if anyone recognizes the movie i stole the names from. lol. lmao even.#lew writes #what do you tag this as for a warning. we have several murders both on and off screen #but none of like. real characters. theyve just got names so i dont overuse pronouns #tw getting impaled. i guess?#anyway. shoutout to fencing. rlly did make my ability to write fights better. but only point weapons

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