idk if you’ve done this before but can you do either zoro or luffy finding out that their s/o is actually alive? like they watched them die and stuff and then a while later, they just come back like
a/n - I woke up at 3am today and I’m very motivated for some reason :) thank you for this request anon!
Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader
You had died a while ago, and Zoro still hasn’t recovered from it. Your death was… Enough to break the unbreakable man. Everyone in the strawhat crew knew how much you meant to him, he would die for you.
He still had little pictures of you laying around, little things to remember you by. It was sad, feeling how the bed you two shared was now one for only him. How when he trained, you weren’t hanging out with him. You didn’t save him from the pervert cook ever again… Nor did you help him deal with Luffy’s recklessness.
it was so… empty with you not there anymore. As if his life wasn’t complete. He was with his best friends for life, on his way to fulfill his dreams, and help his captain fulfill his. It was everything he could’ve wished for. Except you. You weren’t there anymore.
On the next island, zoro reluctantly came along with Nami and Robin to help with the supplies shopping. They thought it would be good for him to get out of the ship for a little while. He walked, his head hanging low, his hand perched on the hilt of his katana in case anyone dared to attack him.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice, he could’ve sworn it was yours. How could he ever forget it? Your tone that always brought comfort to him, whenever you spoke, it put him at ease, no matter what you were talking about. He looked up to see a hooded figure speaking with a merchant, negotiating a price.
His body moved for him, walking towards the person quickly, taking off their hood and staring at them to see if it was you or not.
It wasn’t.
“What the hell man?! What’s your problem?!” The man yelled at him angrily, swatting his hands away. Zoro sighed heavily, great, now he was hearing things.
“Zoro?!”
He looked up at the merchant. No fucking way. It was you.
He literally jumped over the stands of fruit and tackled you, wrapping his bulky arms around you so tightly you couldn’t even breathe. No, what are you thinking? He totally wasn’t crying!
“Y/n- where the hell were you? And how did you survive? I saw you-“
“Die? Yeah nope that didn’t happen. I’ve been waiting here for a while since I know you guys had planned on coming here.”
“You could’ve sent a letter dammit! And there’s things called den den mushis where a literal fucking snail can call me?!!”
He was mad, happy, sad, confused, but most of all? Relieved, to see you alive, safe, and in his arms again. “Sorry Zoro- but I’m too broke to afford one! I can barely pay for an apple in this expensive town!”
He chuckled a bit, kissing your cheek before leading you out of the stand. “Ahem?! My fruit?!” The hooded man asked before Zoro shot him the nastiest death glare he’d ever experienced. Anddd- that shut him up pretty quickly, sending him running away with fear.
“Come on, I bet everyone’s going to be excited to see you again.. don’t ever do that again or else I’m going to kill you.”
“Ok ok- sorry babe.”
Luffy was never- truly the same after your passing. Watching you take that hit for him as you fell off the cliffs into the steep waterfalls. God he remembered it as if it was yesterday, it kept haunting him, following him, stalking his life.
He still smiled, had his rambunctious attitude, reckless behavior, and meat loving self. But whenever your name was brought up, he wasn’t smiling anymore, in fact, he never could find happiness in hearing about you anymore.
All he could think about was how he let you die. Just like he did with ace. Everyone knew, everyone saw the changes from his old self. They hoped that this new island would help cheer him up, since it had been known for its very delicious meat.
He obviously tagged along with Robin and Sanji to pick out the “best” meat. When he was standing around, struggling not to eat it before Sanji even got a change to cook it, he saw a glimpse of someone he used to know. They looked- just like you!
It took him not even a moment to start running towards the person, turning them around to see that it… it was you!
“Y/N!”
He tackled you down, his arms wrapping several times around you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “LUFFY!”
Oh god you missed him so much- just to be able to hug him like this again was more than enough to bring life back into your heart again. “How are you here?! I thought you- fell off the cliffs?”
“I did, and Luffy. It wasn’t your fault ok? I’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long. Don’t blame yourself, I was the one that was too angry, and just attacked with no plan. I was the one that got myself almost killed ok? Not you.”
You kissed his forehead, you definitely knew Luffy had been blaming himself this entire time for your “death”. He grinned, peppering your face with his kisses, tickling your cheeks. “Sanji picked out some yummy meat, tonight we’re gonna have a feast!!!”
You smiled at him. Finally, you were home.
a/n - this was adorable help
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Hellooo!!! may I request a luffy, zoro, and law with fem!reader whos rlly shy and she will just will throw gifts or little notes that say “love u” at him and runs away or hides 😭
separate pls but also if u don’t wanna do all three u can do one! whatever works for u❤️
Shy Reader Who Gives Gifts/Notes To Them
Hiii!!! Thank you for being my first ask!! I couldn't really think of any ideas for Luffy, so I just wrote for Zoro and Law. I apologize for the long wait and I hope you enjoy!
Character(s): Zoro, Law
WC: 1.4k
Zoro
You've had the biggest crush on Zoro for longer than you can remember. The Strawhats had saved your island and invited you to join along, and with this HUNK of a man there who could say no.
You wanted to talk with him so bad, but he was always training and it was just so awkward...you didn't wanna risk a conversation that was mostly silent.
After going to Nami for advice, you decided the best way to communicate would be little notes! Nothing could go wrong...right..?
"321...322...323..." Zoro was in the crows nest, training as per usual. Right now he had so many weights on his back while doing pushups that he couldn't even look up from the floor. He heard the door to the crow's nest creek open, but he didn't have the strength to break his workout and look up to see who it is.
"Oi, who's there?" He asked, but got no reply. He heard someone walking towards him, but couldn't make out who's footsteps they were. The person came close to him, then ran back to the ladder and climbed down the crows nest. Zoro thought it was a bit weird, but maybe it was Chopper dropping off some water, or Usopp searching for Luffy in their daily game of hide and seek. Whatever he thought, as he finished his workout. When he finally put down his weights, he noticed a small note taped onto one of the weights.
"Love u"
What.
Zoro looked at the note like it was in another language. Whatever, someone probably left it as a joke. He went back to training, crumpling the note and throwing it to the corner of the crow's nest.
He thought that would be the last he thought of the note, but that was before he found 4 more in the past hour. Each had the same words, "love u", and it was starting to piss him off. Of course he appreciated the gesture, but he was confused on who in the crew would leave him these notes. Nami???? No, she wouldn't, and if she did she'd charge him for it. Luffy?? No, his handwriting isn't even legible. This was going to bother him all day, so he decided to catch the culprit in the act.
He decided to lay on the side of the railing and take a short "nap." It took about an hour, but he soon noticed someone's presence approaching him. Quietly, the person crept near him and placed a small note on the ground next to him, but just before they turned to walk away, Zoro grabbed their ankle and pulled them down. When he opened his eyes, he never expected to see you there.
"Y/N??? Oi are you ok?" Zoro hastily helped you up. "Shit I am so sorry."
"Its fine.." you quietly reply, he had caught you in the act, you had no idea what to say. It was quiet for a few minutes till Zoro spoke up.
"So...you were the one leaving those notes...right?"
"Yeah..it was me.." you mumbled, looking down at the ground. You were finished, he knew, he probably thought you were weird now and would never want to-
"Next time...sign your name.." You looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in your eye. His face was visibly flustered as he said, "I'm glad those notes were from you ya know, anyone else on this ship leaving them would be weird..."
"Okay...I'll make sure to sign my name next time.." You said, still intrigued by his flustered face. He noticed you staring and quickly walked away, covering his face. You kept leaving notes for him and even small gifts too, and even though you always ran away immediacy after, you always made sure to sign your name.
Law
Your captain was THE Trafalgar Law, like how could you not have a crush on him????
You were a good crewmate and did your job well around the ship, but whenever your captain praised you or tried to have a non-work related conversation, you just got so flustered you couldn't handle it.
Approaching him directly about your feelings wouldn't work...but you had another idea up your sleeve....
Law stopped looking at his clock a long time ago, all he knew was that it was late. He had stayed up late reading a new textbook he picked up at the last island, and the last time he checked the clock it was about 2:19 am.....but that was awhile ago. He swore he was going to go to sleep soon...he just wanted to read about 1 or 2 or 5 more chapters.
Knock Knock
Who the hell was knocking at his door at this hour??? Probably Bepo with a random nightmare he thought as he shuffled towards the door. Law opened it expecting a crying polar bear, but was shocked to see no one was there. He stepped out to see if someone could be down the hall, but his foot was met with a small box. Law picked up the box and looked around the hallway....no one was there. He shut the door to his room and examined the box. It looked.....normal..
Law slowly opened the box and found a small plush of a polar bear. Oh my god???? He loved it???? He examined it more and could tell it was obviously hand made. The stiches weren't perfect, but he could tell whoever made it put a lot of thought into it. He didn't know why someone would make him this, but he didn't really question it cause even though he loved the gift the textbook was calling his name.
Throughout the next week Law would receive a total of 23 gifts. Some being a small note attached with a piece of candy and others being big extravagant displays. He wanted to confront the crew about it and ask whoever it was to stop.....but in all honestly he loved these small gifts. Each one had their own thought to it and the person who gave them obviously knew his favorite things. He wanted to figure out who was giving these to him so he could thank them...and hopefully return the favor.
Law decided the best course of action was catching them in the act...so he set up baby Den Den Mushi's around the Polar Tang that would hopefully catch the perpetrator in the act. He waited till the next time he got a gift to check them, and when he was met with a box of chocolates at the foot of his door, he knew it was time to check.
Your plan had been going perfectly. Throughout the week you had been leaving Law little gifts, hoping that it would catch his attention. Everyone noticed the captain's mood boost throughout the week, so it was obvious your efforts weren't to waste. You wish he knew it was you though....but you never thought you'd have the courage to tell him.
You started to make your way to your room after dinner, when Law stopped you. The rest of the crew had left the kitchen, so it was only you and him.
"Um..is there something you needed captain?" you asked. Why had he pulled you aside?? There's no way he knows about the gifts right???
"Yes actually, I was just wondering when did you learn to sew?" Ok so he definitely knew. No, you could still save this.
"Sewing??? What are you talking about??? I can't sew-" You were cut off by Law shoving a baby Den Den Mushi in your face. He didn't have to play it for you to know you'd been caught.
"I just don't get it, why did you give me all those gifts. I appreciated them of course, but what was the occasion??" Law asked.
"I just wanted to show my appreciation towards you captain...and show how much I care for you.." you sheepishly say, looking down at the floor.
"Well....I'd love to return the favor...maybe I could take you out to dinner at the next island.." You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. His face was clearly red, and seeing you staring at him made him even more flustered.
"Sure...I'd love that.." you said, letting a smile slip from your lips. Seems your efforts paid off...and it only took a few of sewing classes to do so.
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Hehe I’m finally here can I please request number 4 or/and number 10 from the autumn prompt for opla usopp pleaseee
Author's note : WELCOME!!!i was literally waiting for you to drop by! I hope i wrote this alright💕 enjoy!
"running under the rain, laughing together."
"Kissing them to warm each others' lips."
Based on this prompt
Usopp x reader
Warnings : super fluffy,just you two being silly cute couple,pet names
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The sound of your hurried footsteps on the soaked cement ground,is barely audible with the downpour that had suddenly surprised you and your boyfriend.
Usopp's hand is firmly grasping yours as you run beside him,and he turns to give you his million dollar smile.
"we're almost near!!just keep running babe!"
You nod and when you both slip slightly,you burst out laughing.
And despite the cold weather and your soaked clothes ,you have never been more in love and happy.
Dating Usopp was everything you ever hoped for;he was always so cheerful and his stories never ceased to make you laugh. And Usopp,seemed to take pride in his ability to make you laugh in any situation;he would always grin proudly while puffin out his chest,as if saying "yeah that's right!i did that!". Usopp's love for you was never ending,and the realization still would manage to take your breath away.
And loving Usopp has always been so easy.
You squeeze his hand gently to take his attention and when he turns his head towards you,you give him a warm smile and slow your running. Usopp tilts his head, confused at your sudden stopping.
"Babe,you alright?why did you-"
And when you raise on your tiptoes,to press your cold lips against his,he lets out a surprised, pleasant noise. His arms immediately find their way around your waist to pull you closer,and as you wrap your own arms around his neck,you feel warmer than you've ever felt.
The world around you seems to pause as your lips move with his;the small raindrops seemingly coming to a stop,but maybe its just your lovesick mind fooling you. Whatever it was, you've never experienced an autumn so perfect and beautiful.
You dont know how much time has past,nor do you care. But as Usopp pulls away just inches and rests his hands on your cold cheeks,a slight frown pulls at the corner of his lips.
"Sweetheart, although i very much love to continue this," he smiles and caresses your skin gently;trying to return some color to your freezing cheeks, "you're freezing and i hate to see you fall sick because of me. So let's get to the ship first, alright?"
You give him a pout and he immediately cooes at how adorable you look.
"One more kiss? pretty please, Usopp?"
And for extra effect,you flutter your lashes at him. Usopp's cheeks turn slightly red (or maybe its from the cold) and his hands squeezes your cheeks together, which only makes you pout harder. He presses his nose to yours and gives you a loud smooch.
"How can you be so damn adorable?!"
"So is that a yes?"
Usopp lets out a loud laughter;the sound warming your heart even more as cold breeze starts to make you shiver slightly. Usopp's arms pull you to his chest,and smiles.
"Just one more,ok?"
You nod your head excitedly and then his lips are on yours again.
And although the weather is cold and the rain making your clothes stick uncomfortably against your skin,you still feel like the happiest person on earth.
Because with Usopp, you're sure you can brave the hardest storms.
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Everybody Talks
Engineer!Mark x (gn!reader)
literally the same fic but Captain’s gender neutral.
here’s the og fic (with a male reader)
Ok so apparently Engineer!Mark isn't Actor, but Actor might be Engineer…? I have no idea what that means, so I just write him like a different character. Sounds good? Sounds good. lmao, Idk I just love this nerd.
tw: none, I don’t think
Word Count: 1.7k
Prompts:
“Wait. Are you two…?”“Are we what?”
F 2 - "Go away." "You're holding me you idiot." "So mean."
Fl 16 - "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them."
Summary:
You're taking a coffee break and bump into one of your crew, Tyler, and have a nice chat about your journey ahead. He brings up talk about you and your head engineer, and you're forced to confront your feelings for your overdramatic, but loyal, right-hand man.
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You’ve been working hard to prep the ship, and your crew, for your journey ahead. The first Invincible had…well…not been as invincible as its name suggested, and you didn’t want whatever happened to it, to happen again. Not on your watch. Not to mention, you had grown fond of the crew of the Invincible, you’d even go as far as calling most of them your friends. No matter how different everyone was, you all shared a love for space and a determination for the success of this mission. You’d been working long hours going through all the protocols with Mark, your Head Engineer, and right-hand man at this point, to make sure everything was in order. But he had gone to do some maintenance to the ship's engines, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy.
You decided some coffee was in order. You rubbed your tired eyes and headed towards the food court. Just as you were about to pour yourself a hot cup o’joe, you hear a familiar voice from behind you.
“Long day Captain?” Tyler asks, casually walking up to you and grabbing himself a styrofoam cup.
“Yea, I guess you can say that. It’s kind of hard to keep track of time out here.” You reply, holding the coffee up to your face and basking in its warmth.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles. “Does everything seem to be in order?”
“There was a little hiccup in one of the engines, but Marks already on it. Other than that, we should be ready to embark in a week or two.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, with Mark’s help, you felt hopeful that all would go according to plan. You take a sip of the hot liquid, already feeling a bit more awake.
“Ah, so that’s why he’s not here.” Tyler chuckles to himself, eyes focused on putting a lid on his own coffee cup. You tilt your head.
“What do you mean?” You ask, a bit confused.
Tyler chuckles, “What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’ Mark’s always following you around like a lost little puppy.” Your cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment.
“That’s- that’s just ‘cause he’s helping me get everything ready for the expedition!” You stutter out. Tyler smirks, bemused.
“Suuure. You know, everyone can kind of tell. You always smile like an idiot when you’re talking to him.” He playfully pokes your shoulder. “Or even about him, really.” You gently swat his hand away.
“Tyler, I am your Captain! You can’t tease me like this!” You jokingly scold, your flushed face giving you away entirely.
At your defensive tone, his eyes widen.“Wait. Are you two…?” He trails off, lifting his hands to cover the growing grin spreading across his face.
“Are- are we what?” Damn your stuttering. Why were you even being so defensive, and why were your cheeks so god damn hot!
“Oh my god…the Captain’s in love!~” He exclaims in a sing-song voice. You have half a mind to throw your coffee at him.
“Tyler! CaN yOU sHuSH-” You yell out, a little louder than you meant to. “I am not in love. That’s- that ridiculous. We’re- we’re just good friends, is all…” Your voice lowers to a normal volume, but you are still incredibly flustered.
Tyler’s smirk just grows, “Whatever you say Captain.” he tips his hat, cup of coffee in hand, and leaves without another word.
As soon as Tyler knows he’s out of earshot, he chuckles to himself. It was growing painfully obvious to everyone that you two liked each other, and Mark was so obvious with how hard he tried to impress you, Tyler couldn’t believe how oblivious you were to it. So he had taken it upon himself to give the Captain…a little nudge. He smiles and takes a sip of his coffee, instantly spitting it out. He frowns as he realizes that while focusing on teasing the Captain about their feelings, it seems he managed to put salt in his cup, instead of sugar. Screw you karma, I was trying to be helpful.
Back by the coffee machine, your mind was racing. What was Tyler on about? You…liking Mark? I mean, of course you, liked, him! Sure he was kind of an idiot, but he was funny, and loyal. Even to a fault. You knew he would stick by your through thick and thin. He already had through all the preparations of the journey. You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you liked him like THAT…right?
You grumble to yourself as you feel a vibration from your wrist. Mark was pinging you on your communicator, but, strangely, there was no message. You started to turn towards the engine room, when you felt it vibrate again. And then again. You speed up your pace, panic starting to envelop your heart as you rushed towards the engine room.
You slam the door open, coffee already long forgotten on some table in the hall, and frantically search the room. Your eyes land on a large piece of metal sliding off one of the engines, teetering on the edge of falling. Mark was trapped under it, holding it up with one hand, as the other frantically tapped his communicator.
You call out to Mark, and he answers, “Over here! A little help, Cap!” He grunts as the metal shifts and falls down a little more. “Whenever you feel like it, Captain!” he snaps. You run over and reach your hand up to push on the falling metal piece. You take a deep breath and slowly heave it upwards with all your might.
“Mark! On the count of three, we push it to the right, and dive left!” He frantically nods as the metal shifts down again, both of you grimacing at the weight. “One!”
You widen your stance, clenching all your muscles in anticipation. “Two!”
The metal shifts again, and you are forced to reposition yourself. “Three!”
The world seems to slow as you both heave the metal to the right and dive your bodies left. You collapse into a heap on the ground, panting. You quickly turn to find Mark, and grab his arm, examining him for any injuries. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, he seemed fine, and your shoulders finally relaxed.
“Thanks Cap! I don’t know what happened! Or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-” You interrupt him, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Shush, don't talk like that. You’re safe and that’s all that matters,” you reassure him.
Mark's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he looks at your hand, and then meets your eyes before he mutters a muffled, “M-okay.” Your cheeks heat up a bit, and you lower your hand, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, he smirks. “Luckily, I had my amazing, handsome and/or beautiful Captain to come and save me~” He wraps an arm around your shoulder. Your face burns red at his words.
You gently punch into his chest, leaving your hand against him, and bury your head in his shoulder. “Go away.” You pout, embarrassed. You were the Captain of this ship, and you were usually good at keeping calm. But seeing Mark almost get crushed by a giant piece of metal had made your heart freeze over in terror. Maybe Tyler had been on to something after all.
You hear Mark laugh, and feel his chest shake as he gently rubs your shoulder, "You're the one holding me, you idiot."
You fein an offended gasp. "Your so mean. You do know I’m your Captain, right?" Seriously, what happened to respecting your superiors? He sighs and leans his head on top of yours.
“I know…and you’re the best Captain any of us could have asked for. In all honestly, I don't even think we deserve you.” And then in a quieter voice, he whispers, “I, don't deserve you.” You frown, heart dropping a little at his words.
“Hey, don’t say that. What’s a Captain without their trusty engineer at their side? You built this ship, remember?” He scoffs, but smiles a little at your words.
“You mean the ship that almost just killed us?” He retorts.
“No, I mean the ship that’s going to accomplish the biggest, most important mission in the past millennia.” You ruffle his hair, and you hear him giggle.
“Yea, yea. Whatever…” He takes the hand that messed up his hair, and holds it in his own. You two sit together like that, just enjoying each other's company.
You decide the moment was too wholesome, and almost out of nowhere, say, “You know Mark, this is why the crew think we’re together-” He sputters, eyes widening. You cackle at his reaction, glad you could finally get back at him for embarrassing you earlier. “Seriously, Tyler said that half the crew thinks we’re dating.” His mouth opens and closes, still in a state of shock at your words. Finally, he shakes his head, and now recovered from the surprise of your words, a cocky smile forms on his lips.
“Captain!” He says in an overdramatic voice. “Is this your way of asking me out?” Damn this man and his ability to make you flustered.
You hesitate a moment, a little nervous you might have been reading things wrong. “Would you say yes if it was?” He laughs, and you just become more confused. Please, oh please, don’t tell me I read this wrong.
“Captain, it really is astounding how oblivious you are to how much people adore you. Of course I’d say yes! It would be a fucking honor to go on a date with you!” Your eyes widen, but you smile ear to ear. Filled with excitement at his words, and just to get back at him one more time, you tilt your face upwards, and plant a little kiss on his jaw, before snuggling back into the crook of his neck. Mark instantly becomes a stuttering mess, and you giggle as can feel your eyelids get heavy again. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt. The Invincible II would be ok as long as you had your adorable idiot of an engineer by your side.
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Wait ok bcos i metisposted. I realised u guys might not have all the eimear lore. So here is the main stuff off the top of my head
Bugs in him - every so often I spam reblog an audio line from kingdom hearts recoded. Mickey its riku they put bugs in him. Actually don't worry about it stay unaware
That one time I tried to move blogs after a six month hiatus and then gave up lol. My alt still exists (@tissyfits if u wanna go for it) but I never like. Log in or use it. So
Materfred - important and vital. Ship between Manfred von karma from ace attorney and mater from cars. I wrote several fics. I reskinned the entirety of my immortal for them. I made a carrd for them (materfred.carrd.co). They are somewhat known because my tags abt them on a post got screenshotted and then the OP of that post blocked me (entirely fair it was a plague upon their notes)
The metis cykes obsession - metis cykes is a minor character in the fifth ace attorney game who has been dead for 7 years by the time the story starts and she has no dialogue. There are seven pictures of her in existence and two of those are of her corpse. I loved her I LOOOOVED her it was like spiritual, I've kinned for fun on and off but I was LITERALLY her IRL for like 6 months. To this day my feelings on aurametis are staunch like stone
The lamp blog - I used to have a huuuge hateboner for clay terran as a symbol of fandom latching onto background men instead of woman characters, and, spurred on by my friend group at the time, I made a blog called yourfavehasfewerficsthanthislamp where I just compared the number of fics XYZ character had next to the number of fics terran had. It was an obsessive hate-cycle which did nothing to actually uplift female characters and the methodology was intensely flawed (shoutout to the 'neopets has fewer fics than terran' submission - I mean, yeah, but I feel like you can't use that to say he is more popular than fuckin neopets. Or that neopets is a poor neglected soul that needs more fanfiction written about it) but hey at least I got reposted to Twitter
Yelling emernally - my old talk tag <3 back before I made yis read all my thoughts unfiltered, back when I spelt my name 'emer'. Given the pronounication of my name, it is a pun that only kind of worked, and it confused most people who came across it. Tag is still up if u wanna read my 2020 thoughts but also like. Dont
Not so much a bullet point but if u were around before I was calling myself dullahandame u are legally my cousin. I dont even remember all URLs what I had back then, only they all had my name in them. Emer-bottomtext, emer-ald-isle, et cetera. Fun times
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Please listen to me rant about kits real quick-
Ok so we all know how some cats have 3 litters and even rarely 4. But why don’t they have more?
Hear me out-
There is VERY few queens who have a lot of kits, and even then not a lot make it to warriorhood or even take on a mate. Snowbird and Ferncloud are two prime examples of that. As only I think 3 out of 7 of Ferncloud’s kits have themselves their own kits, and Snowbird I think only has 2, not to mention Snowbird has the most kits in the series. And she was born in the last book of TPB. So why don’t queens have more?
We see Squirrelflight wishing she had kits in her own book. We see Sandstorm admitting she wanted more kits but didn’t want to pressure Firestar with another litter. And so on. Many cats in real life that can have kits(cause their not fixed) have a LOT of litters and kits. So it doesn’t make sense to me that so many loving couples only have 1 litter. I will do some examples-
BrambleSquirrel(when they still had respect and love for eachother)
FireSand
GrayMillie
RowanTawny
Goldenflower in general(loved having kits jo matter the father but she just didn’t have any after Bramble and Tawny which was super confusing. Like I feel like she never loved Patchpelt but she still had kits with him just to have kits, then was with Tigerclaw for a bit after Swiftpaw became an apprentice)
Graypool (like Goldenflower)
BlackMisty- I don’t approve of this ship because Blackclaw betrayed her but still. Misty loved all her kits and I feel like she would have wanted more but she didn’t.
Now I’m done with the examples lol let’s move on.
So saying this, I feel like there should be 1. More litters. And 2. More kits in the litters.
Idc of over-population. Like I swear to GOD if that’s the reason that the Erin’s don’t do like 10 kits in a god damn litter, get out of here.
ITS CALLED KILLING OFF KITS.
We see SO MANY kits die between series and off screen. Only recently have kits been not dying to just being a stillborn, being sickly, or even just dying to getting sick, or even a badger or fox getting them. EVEN A OWL could see a kit wondering alone in a dark camp to get maybe some water and get taken. THERE IS SO MANY POSSIBILITIES that even though they may have a LOT of kits, they will die. And not all of them will have kits.
Many will die as apprentice in a battle. Or get sick like Sweetpaw(we don’t have enough deaths in the books anymore btw and that’s what I hate.
Or even just die from battle wounds getting untreated because they hide them. We see apprentices and young warriors being stubborn about being treated cause their very prideful around that age and very dumb, but the truth is they could use over night just by 1 affection. And it DOESN’T happen.
We see this all in young warriors too. Yes some may be healthier then all their clan mates at this age. But they can still die. Not to mention border fights, falling branches, fires, floods, Mudslides, foxes, bears, deers(people deers will kill cats. My cat died after a deer got scared and trampled her. Her name was Saturn and she was a very young cat and wasn’t much a threat but the deer still thought of her of it. Just putting that out there)
Not to mention, Badgers, owls, eagles, hawks, falcons, drowning and so much more!
Apprentices are PRONE to trouble as we see so much in every series. It’s just that’s how the young learn. They be curious and are never cautious. Which should get a lot killed. But it doesn’t. And it’s stupid-
I’m so sorry I got off track.
But yes. I so believe Sandstorm could have had 12 kits.
That Leafpool could have had 5+
That EVERY queen unless their not that fertile can have as many kits as they want. Damn, all the kits in a huge litter could die from a huge outbreak of Greencough! We see it right before we meet Firepaw, as right before there was a huge outbreak and all those cats we saw in BlueStar’s Prophecy are 85% dead because of it.
Featherkit and Cricketkit? Got killed in that outbreak.
So did Stormtail, all the elders they weren’t dead before, Windflight, Stonepelt, AdderFang, Thrushpelt, Robinwing, Fuzzypelt, Featherwhisker, Swiftbreeze, Leopardfoot, Rosetail and Poppydawn.
That’s a lot. Now some may have not died from that. But they died between BlueStar’s Prophecy and when Firepaw joined. Which actually wasn’t much of time skip. Maybe 3 years? And for all those cats, that’s a lot! So yes. Big outbreak of Greencough that seems like a tick to the modern books now, should so happen.
Kill off a lot of characters
DESTROYE 65% of all cats from the clans!
God damn I would be so HAPPY.
Shit idk why the Erin’s aren’t doing that.
Anyways. I’m getting to worked up writing this. If I don’t stop I might tell you everything that should happen that doesn’t lol.
Thanks for letting me ramble-
honestly? I'm kinda okay with the cats not having too many litters. This is fantasy so I don't really mind that in this society the litters are small and cats don't have too many.
I feel like having to kill off tons of kittens and apprentices would just be a lot of work and would also be slightly horrifying lmao. We have to remember that despite how dark a lot of things are in these books, they are for children, so I would understand why they wouldn't want to commit mass baby murder lol (i know they have killed lots of children, but not on the level that they would have to if these cats had a normal amount of babies).
I also I like that there aren't too many litters because then we are able to actually get attached to, learn the personalities of, and care about all the kits born in the clans. It makes the deaths of the few that do die more impactful, and it makes us care about whether or not the others survive! Plus when kits die, their deaths can deeply effect their parents and family, and tons of kits dying would probably make that less impactful!
If anything, I would probably want to split up canon litters to be smaller and born at different times, so that cats who seem like they would want more kits, could have another litter! like Tawny would have had two kits in one litter and one in another!
anywayyys thats just my opinion! I can definitely see your pov as well!
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Crystalised part 2 ep 23, 24, 25, 26 spoilers
Yeah I put them all in one post lol
Ep 23
Again, using minecraft logic
Antonia’s “I fished out the last one it’s your turn” lol wow, she makes it seem like this happens often
Antonia did the “if I had a nickel” meme
Oh frick Nya survived?? Also no legs for Nya??
Ofc casual sexism from the mechanic. She has a name!
Okay Jay didn’t crash!! Hell yeah Jay saving Nya for once!
The mechanic is anti jaya also that was such a sick line jay
Okay her fuckin legs are fine now ig
Also Nya’s gonna become water again :(
I think it’s weird that the Crystal warriors can pass out tho
Again city that never sleeps. Paperboys still gonna do their thing amidst a freaking war
Wu: I can’t do child soldiers
Nelson, pointing at the ninja: wtf are these then???
BENTHO IS COMING BACK :D
HELL YEAH LET NINJAGO CITY FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE
Oh gosh that was sick
ep 24
OH MAN THE THUMBNAIL
Lloyd rlly said frick you man
EXCUSE ME POLICE BUT WTF ARE UR PRIORITIES?? THE MAYOR IS GONE NOW WHAT LAW ARE U EVEN USING
NOOO NOT THE SERPENTINE :[ that’s so sadddd
Lloyd really blew his mind there
MISAKO FINALLY CAME BACK FOR A SEASON
I feel like the prophecy guy was brought up before but idk how to spell his name lol
PIXAL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH
Man zane is on the fritz
Oh god he has no limbs man that’s kinda fcuked up man jeez.
However the the ice emperor schtick is kinda funny
Oh my god he’s in a rucksack
OH MY FUCKING GOD ICE EMPEROR IS ONLY BACK FOR COMEDY not what I was expecting but I’ll take it
Hell yeah Ronin! Pixal and Ronin team up will be interesting
Omg the other sog who basically got completely rejected by Harumi this time round. Rip Pixal everyone is evil even her boyfriend
Hell yeah Ronin!! Trying to actually break out of the cycle
Also freaking Zane kicking ronin with his foot
Zane: vex? Vex! Wtf is vex when you need him
Ofc Cyrus didn’t even know
Ep 25
it’s the lava episode :)
Aww man Cole really hit his head
Okay even if I’m not a Kailor shopper I support skylor calling Kai hot shot
Ig this episode really will say which ship is canon
Freaking pythor. I love him
I guess Harumi is looking for lloyd
I would just like to remind people I coined Embershipping for the Kai/skylor/cole ship
ITS JAKE
I’m literally gonna start crying about Garmadon. Mans has half of his emotions but in the ways he’s expressing them, he’s sad about how Lloyd doesn’t accept the Oni heritage that he himself has and how christofern is a weird confused metaphor for Lloyd :((((
Gayle and vinny xxxx
God clutch literally has Nadakhan still oh my god
Okay this door must be a Chekhov’s gun bc they’re so gonna answer a knock that isn’t the paper boys
26
OH NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS EPISODE TITLE
Okay so I assume the romance is gonna get cleared up in this ep. We see the harbour so we know jaya is a thing. We’re looking at Kailor at the start. And like. Pixane… I’m gonna cry
Okay thank god we’re addressing the problems with them right here and now. I’ll hate the ship significantly less if they do this right.
Okay that’s fair
(I’m still a lava shipper tho)
No I refuse any couple shit from wusako no thanks
FreKing Garmadon. He’s like my baby brother whenever someone is on the phone
RACER SEVEN OH I LOVE HER SLSO
OR LIKE BLAZEY is it blazey? H SPEED. I love her
Oh my gosh. I hope Rarlkove integrates Pixal into the long con snake jaguar au
UV just 👉👈 at pixal
:(((( Zane. Has borg tried turning him off and ok again? Putting him in a bag of rice? Giving him a few thumps on the back? What if we just say “protect those who can’t protect themselves” that worked in s11
THEY LET BLAZEY KEEP A PRIME EMPIRE GUN??
ZANE YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS HOW MANY FUNERALS DO YOU WANT MAN
WHAT THE FUCK THE PIXANE KISS
ZANE IM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF YOU SLEEPING BEAUTY FUCK
PIXAL SQUEALING
FUGIDOVE IS EVERYONE
THE SAM X SUIT LOOKS COOL
Okay barely any jaya and I look forward to draw Zane’s fucked up face but like JEEZ MAN HE DONE DID IT AGAIN ITS LIKE HE SAID NINJA NEVER QUIT… DYING
At least that’s a good place to stop
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it's time for mari's random infodump:
i was originally going to make this a very long post about my yumes but anai's character as a whole is too confusing and honestly, not even game theory could dissect the amount of lore anai has:
scrapped ideas and an ungodly amount of anai lore from multiple different franchises:
-anai was actually supposed to be shipped with malleus (because i liked him at the time) but due to the age gap, i scrapped it (i didnt like how mal was 600+ and anai was 17)
-they were then shipped w riddle for quite some time and i even ended up making ship art of them.
-anai was based of the white rabbit but i didnt wanna whitewash (is that the right term) them so i just made them random ass rabbit
-their overblot form was a whole withered bonnie mech suit mixed w some BATIM-style aesthetic
-anai's dorm uniform was based of this:
now, moving on to enstars anai :>
-from memory, anai was originally shipped with kohaku and they were the producer for crazy:b
-i sort of followed some kind of rich prince x pheasant sort of trope for their ship
-anai's family wasn't as rich as kohaku's family and (from memory) his family prevented him from hanging out with anai.
-i forgot most of the story but all i remember is trying to make some kind of ai cover for anai and kohaku to sing Just Be Friends (it never worked) and that at some point, Tsukasa was actually gonna be anai's love interest
FUCK IT, GENSHIN ANAI LORE:
-genshin anai was made all the way back in 2021 during my horrendous xiao era.
-they were the pyro yaksha basically and from memory, they were rebirthed? idk
-WAIT, I REMEMBER
-ok so bear with me here, anai was basically this young girl from natlan who died in the archon war while trying to see their father again (who was in liyue). from memory, zhongli used ANAI'S DEAD BODY to try and sort of bring back to life the dead pyro yaksha but failed to do so because of 1. the body's horrendous state and 2. the power was too much for the body to handle.
-they were obviously shipped with xiao
-BUT THIS WAS SCRAPPED AND LATER REUSED (we'll get to that)
-i remember anai got shipped with albedo as well as kaeya but i eventually settled for scara.
-now back to the dead body part
-this version of anai's story is much more messier
-anai was a descendant of murata - the pyro archon. it was never specified if they were a direct descendant or just had some muratan?? blood in them.
-anyways they were basically this very famous dancer who was prett well known (who was a half human half hybrid rabbit faunus or smth) and their name wasnt anai, it was clover.
-basically clovers sister was jealous of their success and they killed clover.
-murata literally did the same thing that zhongli did to anai in their earlier stories but she tried to bring back the dead pyro archon
-it somehow worked
-i honestly dont know how anai met scaramouche but basically they met him when he was still known as kabukimono/kunikuzushi (keep in mind, all of this was written before 3.1)
-i basically ripped off dirty little traitor for some reason 💀
-after scara ran away w the gnosis and whatnot anai lore kinda just became messier from there
-after the events of 3.1 i redid the whole ending for anai
-THEY WERE SHIIPED WITH CYNO CUZ SCARA PUSHED THEM OFF HIS TRANSFORMERS ROBOT OR SOMETHING
-no more genshin anai lore because its hurting my head just trying to remember how badly i fucked up their lore
-LIKE THEIR LORE IS SO BAD NOT EVEN MATPAT COULD SOLVE THIS GAME THEORY
im literally getting so tired of explaining every single little tiny detail of what happened to anai in every single canon universe i threw them in so lemme spare you some details and whatnot
obey me anai: asmo's boyfriend (im not even joking thats all i remember of obey me anai)
prsk anai: they werent an official niigo member but they did help out w lyrics (cuz mafuyu was their sister omg wow !!), shipped with toya
milgram anai: they were basically hanging out w the wrong group of people due to how naive they were when they were younger, anai was 'forced' to blow up a city mall as a dare but they backed down last minute (their friends ended up detonating the bomb and at good portion of the mall was blown up and quite a number of people died, they were framed for that incident and was sent to the milgram prison, they were shipped w fuuta and from memory they were related to es
hypmic anai: spoiled daddy's girl. basically all them stereotypical mean girls who'd be like "my daddy can sue you" and whatnot. they had a good amount of backstory but theres no way im typing that all out. they were shipped with doppo
IVE HAD ENOUGH OF TALKING ABOUT ANAI AND IM SORRY FOR WASTING YOUR TIME, GOODBYE
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Ok here's reaction to episode 2 and 3, this will be a spoilery one so it will go under the cut
The Soundtrack keeps being awesome and the characters started feeling more like the ones we know, but like....
Why are they together tho. Sure, they had to leave Shells town together on account of being hunted, but no one but Luffy even wants to be there. By the time they finish fighting Buggy, each one should've gone their own way. Neither Nami nor Zoro has agreed to join Luffy as crew, and Zoro is still acting like a pirate hunter and Nami as a thief. They don't really have any reason to stick together at all!!
Why are so many scenes being filmed in the dark now.... I can't see anything...... The circus was ok but confusing to keep up with, but Kayas mansion is just so grim and dark, why.....
On to things I liked now tho because oh boy.
I love loved love love Buggy. He's so good he's so stupid and emotional and goofy and beautiful. Oda really did make this whole TV show just for Buggy, and it shows. And I thank him for it.
The whole Buggy episode was really good, them really going off with the circus theme and making it all creepy. Kinda sucks we didn't get much of buggy's crew action tho.
Im really enjoying Zoro being an Actual Pirate Hunter, like knowing the pirates and their names and their bounties. Its a really small detail but that I feel like it works to tie the whole universe together really nicely.
I love Kaya in this!! I'm really indifferent to her in the anime/manga, but in the show she is very charismatic. The decision to have her be literally poisoned instead of being just implied poisoned is also very good. This is something that has been going on on the show, instead of just implying they really do say their stuff, and I feel like it does add to the whole thing, like Zoro actually killing people instead of it just being implied.
Im not sure how I feel about the Coby thing. I think taking away the scene of Luffy telling the marine Coby used to be a pirate was a bad decision. That scene helped to develop both their characters, Luffy as someone who will help his friends, even if in a convoluted way, and Coby finally cements his will to become a marine and fight pirates. It also settles their relationship - one of mutual respect and friendship, even if on diverging sides that will clash one day. Giving the role to Garp to know that Coby was a pirate once feels really weak and really puts off the relationship between our boys.
I also don't think the whole Morgan debacle made much sense. Sure, me as a manga reader know that Morgan was corrupt and abused the town, but we don't see much of that in the show, apart from the marines causing mild discomfort at the bar. So why was he crucified? Because he was defeated by three kids? Doesn't make much sense. Doesn't make sense for Garp either....
Usopp looks a m a z i n g. I liked the way his backstory was told, the transition was very cliche but felt really nice to see. I think the jump of him meeting Luffy and immediately taking him to Kaya didn't make any sense tho. In the Manga/anime, they talked for a while, and then Usopp left, and Luffy and Co followed him to Kayas place. Feels kinda odd that Usopp would care so much about her, and then drag virtual strangers to her place like that.
While some adaptation is necessary, it feels like the TV show is kind of relying a lot on the audience having some previous knowledge of the source material, which isn't good.
Before I forget, the CGI is looking great actually. Every city and ship feels real. The fights can be a bit wonky sometimes but not in a bad way, it really does feel more like something of the universe, which is good.
I feel like Luffys backstory should have been told all at once, or in two episodes instead of three. However, the way it was done isn't necessarily bad, just feels a bit dragged out. They tried juxtaposing his past with his actions from the present, which, cinema, I guess, but also feels a bit unnecessary and a bit on the nose. The fight of the red hair pirates vs the mountain bandits was top notch tho!
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Redoing my pinned post yayyyy
Hello! My name’s Bry and I post exclusively self shipping/oc x canon stuff here because I’m tired of feeling like cringe
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Expect mostly reblogs and random posts about my f/os and self inserts. It’s a mess here lolll
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A few other notes:
If you’re a minor or just uncomfortable with suggestive stuff, please filter out ‘suggestive cw’ because I have posted some suggestive stuff. Nothing serious though
As of writing this, I will no longer be posting anything suggestive on this blog, I'm still leaving my original note above just for any minors who happen to be scrolling through my blog
I’m also ok with sharing f/os, and you’re allowed to rb f/o specific posts. They’re characters we all love, so I wanna share the love with other people! So don’t feel like you’re making me uncomfortable, cuz I’m not :]
Thank youuuuu
F/O and S/I list under cut (not in order of how fixated i am)
Some F/Os will not be mentioned, mainly because I’m a little too embarrassed to mention them these days
Romantic F/O’s
☀️ - Otto Octavius - Spider-Man 2
🔥 - Eddie Munson - Stranger Things
📈 - Spamton G. Spamton - Deltarune ch.2
🐹 - Gundham Tanaka - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair
⏳ - Bruno Madrigal - Encanto
🩸 - Zagerus - Hades
🍇 - Dionysus - Hades
👓 - Wheatley - Portal 2
🐭 - Werner Werman - Cuphead
📝 - The Narrator - The Stanley Parable
🚬 - Lt. Columbo - Columbo
🌙 - The Moon Knight System (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley) - Moon Knight
🕷️ - Miguel O’Hara - Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse
Crushes
Bob Newby - Stranger Things
Steve Harrington - Stranger Things
The Narrator - The Stanley Parable
Anthony Hope - Sweeney Todd (2007)
Thanatos - Hades
Achilles - Hades
Hermes - Hades
Wendell - Wendell & Wild
Aziraphale - Good Omens
Poe Dameron - Star Wars (I don’t know what he’s actually like, I just like him bc he’s Oscar Isaac and a super cute spaceship pilot :] )
Platonic and Familial F/O’s
🎉 - The Fun Gang (Susie, Ralsei, Lancer) - Deltarune (friendship)
👾 - Chiaki Nanami - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (friendship)
🎸 - Bill Preston - Bill and Ted - (friendship)
☀️ - class 77b - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair - (friendship)
♥️ - Kris Dreemurr - Deltarune (younger sibling)
Self Inserts (note: all my s/is share my irl names, so I won't be mentioning them by name unless its their alternate title or alter ego or whatever. I also have not made self inserts for every f/o source, and not all self inserts will be mentioned.)
The Moth - Spider-Man 2/The Spiderverse Movies - A hero bitten by a genetically modified spider-moth hybrid, and now helps keep NYC safe alongside her bestie Spider-Man (I have a version of her for both spiderman stories just to keep things less confusing.)
Deltarune - The biological older sister of Kris, and the middle child of the Dreemurr family. Has joined Kris and Susie for their dark world adventures, and acts as the protective older sister/mom of the group.
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becky hello hello
i have some random questions that you should definitely answer because why not? :D /nf
these are just a bunch of q's i came up with off the top of my mind, feel free to skip some C:
favorite dsmp era?
what song song you think will be #1 on your spotify wrapped?
the reason you got into g/t?
favorite fruit/vegetable?
apple juice or orange juice?
how many google docs do you have?
top dsmp members in no specific order
a trope you wish came up more in gt/non g/t (totally not using this for personal purposes)
favorite fanon c!dream design
if you're on your phone for 6 hours, are you going to spend it on twitch or youtube?
favorite broadway show (if you listen to broadway)
shaniac, coward, or boogara (if you don't want bfu: skeptic, in-the-middle, believer)
favorite headcannon you've come up with (canon!dsmp, ff!dsmp, etc.)
favorite c!quackity ship ?
drawing or writing?
digital or traditional drawing?
are you left handed or right handed? ambidextrous?
favorite color?
first dsmp cc you watched?
if you're on a computer, is spotify in a tab or did you download it?
hardcore angst or tooth-rotting fluff?
t!tommy & g!wilbur or g!tommy & t!wilbur?
favorite au in this fandom? link it pls :D /nf
which c!dsmp member you an apologist for? multiple, one, wtv
and last but not least, if you lurked as an anon before becoming a more public account, did you use an emoji/name sign-off or were you just completely anon?
I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE!!!!
I get it now. I get why people love asks now. They give so much serotonin 🥹🥹🥹
Brick Gorgeous I will answer them ALL
Answer’s under the cut because its LONG!
favorite dsmp era?
mmmm Probs when I joined which was just after Wilbur Blew up L’mangberg. (SAD-ist with Dawn of 16th Animatic drew me in!!)
what song song you think will be #1 on your spotify wrapped?
Pretty sure it’s gonna be Figure it out by RYLY. I love it so much!
the reason you got into g/t?
Like most people just loved tiny things and the concept of being small or held by a giant. Didn’t realise it was g/t I loved till I found art of Chamomile-g-tea art on instagram of unicornofgt’s Giant Mech story here. And then found out a WHOLE community of people who liked g/t like me existed <3
favorite fruit/vegetable?
Pineapple easy.
apple juice or orange juice?
Orange juice
how many google docs do you have?
of writing: 4
top dsmp members in no specific order
TommyInnit, WilburSoot, TechnoBlade and Philza. (SBI my beloveds)
a trope you wish came up more in gt/non g/t (totally not using this for personal purposes)
Ummmm... I’m a sucker for hurt comfort and angst but I love reading about found families too and I wish there were more stories of tinies/giant sizeshifters or shapeshifts hiding that they can shift because they’re afraid of rejection or being abused that when potential family figure finds out, (or hurts them when they do know) they bolt. Then lots and lots of healing and love.
favorite fanon c!dream design
huh. Never thought about it tbh. Probs the ones where he’s all pristine and shiny in armor accentuated by White and Greens. Ya know? Smug boi attire lol.
if you're on your phone for 6 hours, are you going to spend it on twitch or youtube?
Twitch. I like talking :3
favorite broadway show (if you listen to broadway)
Disney’s Newsies. Man I love it to pieces and Once and for all is a Banger!!!
shaniac, coward, or boogara (if you don't want bfu: skeptic, in-the-middle, believer)
am confused a bit but I don’t believe in ghosts. (I think I answered that right?)
favorite headcannon you've come up with (canon!dsmp, ff!dsmp, etc.)
Ok so after season 1 ended, I came up with this thing that the S1 selves still exist, but are like trapped in the C! subconsciousness and that in Season 2, S1 self and S2 self will end up talking. And I have this thing where Tommy and Dream become friends but Tommy starts pulling pranks and shenanigans like he used too in S1 and Dream is just brushing them off even though he’s slightly bothered. To the point where weird shit starts happening on the server but no one can trace the source, while S2 Dream just keeps blacking out with headaches. Because S1 Dream is taking over his body and getting Revenge on Tommy for causing him the same pain. And at some point S1 and S2 Dream speak and it goes something like this: no tommy didn't destroy my build to hurt me. it was innocent fun! A prank!! s1 dream: No Dream. He did it to hurt others, hurt your real friends, to hurt us, hurt you. Or maybe a different route where S2 Dream is heading down that same road that S1 Dream did, and S1 Dream comes to S2 Dream with warning and basically its a self healing moment.
And like this applies to Tommy too in different ways and I just think it would be cool if the S1 and S2 selves met each other.
favorite c!quackity ship ?
ummmmmmm don’t really have one 🙃
drawing or writing?
AHHHHH BOTH!!! CAN’T CHOOSE!!!!!
digital or traditional drawing?
Traditional
are you left handed or right handed? ambidextrous?
Right handed
favorite color?
Blue!!! (Specifically Robins blue)
first dsmp cc you watched?
Ranboo (Was the only person Live when I was awake..)
if you're on a computer, is spotify in a tab or did you download it?
Downloaded
hardcore angst or tooth-rotting fluff?
Don’t make me choose qwq
t!tommy & g!wilbur or g!tommy & t!wilbur?
t!tommy & g!wilbur
favorite au in this fandom? link it pls :D /nf
I have so many favs but the one I constantly keep rereading atm is this one The Secret World of Tommyinnit by Thatvivgirl1212 (Littledoodler12) on AO3 (why would you make me pic a fav!?!?! I CAN’T!!! THERE’S TOO MANY GOOD ONES!!!)
which c!dsmp member you an apologist for? multiple, one, wtv
um probs Tommy.
and last but not least, if you lurked as an anon before becoming a more public account, did you use an emoji/name sign-off or were you just completely anon?
Man I tried being an anon for a bit but it didn’t really seem to fit me well. And when I say a bit, I think that lasted a week from when I joined the site lol. I think I tried being the mysterious anon once and that flopped but I always gave out lollipops. Still do.
Brick Bestie Gorgeous you’re the best!!!!!!!!! Now I’ve gotta ask you some questions when I find time again!!!!!
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Settlement /part 3\
Summary: Kath and the bad batch make there way to the mandalorian settlement to find a new ship for them.
Hello and welcome to chapter three and to what ever the names of this series is. . . yeah I don't know what to say other than enjoy and don't mind the spelling errors.
Part two is right below here. 🔽
-start-
Lula the stuff toka thank force was ok. It had only taken a few minutes to find it. It was under the console, laying on its side, like it was curling up and resting, safe from the world. Probably had slid under the console as they crashed. Picking up the plush kath made at a 'aha!' Sound.
"Now lest get you to your one yeah?" Kath said Tucking the plush safely away in her belt before crawling out of the hole she made To get in. Wrecker had practically squealed like a child. When presented with the well loved boll.
"Lula!" Wrecker cried scooping up the toka from Kath and crushed the doll in his large arms "your ok!" Omega has made her way out of the room she was staying in and clung to wreckers leg. the other one, the ones with the prosthetics, that she had yet to learn the names of. Waddled his way out of the room like he had yet to fix his legs but did not seamed to care. He seamed more concern in his team.
"Is the ship ok?" He asked, leaning heavily on the wall. Hunter purist his lips and shook his head
"Half of it was melted" he told his companion, who wilted at his words.
"Now what?" The pale man asked "we don't have enough to buy a new ship" Hunters eyes widened at that realization.
"Crap" there leader hissed out "I forgot about that!" Tech hummed looking down at his data pad before he started typing something on it. Wrecker looked confused.
"But Kath promise to take us to the settlement!" Wrecker bleated.
"Wrecker even if we can get in there. we don't have the money to buy a new ship" Hunter informed the giant clone, who wilted at the news.
"Dold of you to assume I'd let you go to day" Kath spoke up from where she stood, removed her hemet, she walked further in to her home, passing echo as she dose so "most of you are still healing from your little crash" she giggled a little bit as she disappeared in to a side room. a few minutes latter returning with a box of tools in her arms instead of her helmet.
"Especially you" Kath said pointed to echo "your look like your about to pass out" echo blinked he knew he was not looking his best but he would not say he looked like he was about to pass out if they wind blew his way. Kath did not seamed to acknowledge echo's attempts to wave her off as she grade him and guided him to a chare.
"Sit" she ordered echo. The others of his squad seemed just as surprised at this.
"The rest of you to" she stared not even looking up from her tools. The lessened, eventuality, all siting in there own chares in the living room. Ether watching kath as she checked over echo's prosthetic or talking quietly talking to each other on how to get a ship.
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"Do got any ideas on how to get that ship of yours?" Kath asked this morning as she served breakfast to every one.
"we can do a few odd jobs at the settlement" Hunter said. Kath hummed giving Wrecker his meal, who immediately wolfed it down. Hunter winced at the site. He had not clue how his younger brother could eat that much and at that speed.
"Do you have time to do that?" Kath asked them from where she stood. "And don't forget they don't trust out siders"
"Well its the only thing we could think up of" tech said matter of factually shifting his goggles proudly. Though Kath had not clue what he was proud of.
"Kay..." She drawl, ridding a knuckle over her lip, thinking. After a long while of thinking she spoke.
"I could buy it for you"
"Were not a charity case" echo snapped immediately at her. She eased her hands up, surrendering.
"Not what I was thinking but ok" Kath muttered before specking louder. "look you need a ship to get out of here and I've got the money. You can pay me back latter for it" Hunter looked at her skeptically.
"And if we can't pay you back?" He asked
"A favor then, though I'm not sure if I'll ever call that in" she stated to them with a nod. Hunter looked back to his squad looking over them carefully. Tech was the first to nod. Then Echo. Wrecker hummed in agreement. Omega gave such a confident nodded Hunter could not stop a smile to form on this face.
"All right then this an agreement. If we cant pay for it a favor" Hunter stated. Kath nodded seemingly pleased with her self.
"Well head out soon then" Kath told them grading her helm. "The journey takes a few days on foot so get ready y'all" and with that Kath exited the room.
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The journey to the settlement was uneventful. Kath had lead them around most of the dangers, tar pits, dangerous fana, and unstable ground. The most dangerous thing the ran in to was a particularly hungry plant and even then Kath took care of it quickly.
"Why are we going in to a cave?" Omega asked as they neared its entrance. Kath gave a laugh that sounded like a strang honk as she lowers her self carefully in to the cave.
"Because adiik they find it safer to live under ground" Kath said helping the others down in to the cave. Omegas brows furrowed.
"Them why don't you live with them if its safe?" Kath froze grading the attention hunter be for regaining her composure.
"I provide them with energy" Kath said moving further in to the steep and rocky cave. "That's why I'm not with them. Ax and I monitor the static storms and repair the rod's when needed."
It was quieted as they moved down the steep slop of the cave the only sound was the scuffle of shoes against rocks and the occasional falling rock. The slop slowly leveled out in to a dark tunnel that banked sharply to the left. Then after a while a slow turn to the right. The cave was where smooth no ragged or sharp edges tech nodded as he ran his fingers on the wall. The ground was covered in small round pedals some times a large rock would appear though the seamed as smooth as the pedals where.
"Is cave used to be a river" Tech blurted out suddenly to the others. Wrecker ground slumping forward, making them child on this shoulder giggle, omega at some point had made her way on Wreckers shoulders. Echo just hummed from beside Wrecker and hunter ,who was beside Kath, made no notion that he hurd more focused of what was in front of him. Kath on the other hand glanced back at him a small smile pulled at the edge of her lips.
"What makes you was that?" She asked.
"Nooo" Wrecker wined childishly obviously not keen on the info bump that was about to happen. Tech smiled adjusting his goggles to sit more comfortably on this face.
"Well first of all" he started to name all the features of the cave that would make it an umber water river. Then the slipped in to an explanation on how his could have been made. Then at some point he started to talk about anything that was geography. No one complained ad out the info dump ,except Wrecker he wined every so often that its was going to make his head hurt, It filled the erey silents the cave had some how had made. It may have been the echos or how every thing was slick and slippery and the cold that nipped at your ears.
When Tech got to how volcanos worked Kath made a motion to quite down. Instead of quiting down tech stopped specking.
"What is it?" He asked looking at Hunter and Kath. Before Kath could answer Hunter spoke.
"The settlement is up a head" Kath gave Hunter a look but nodded.
"Yes the next turn the settlement will be visible" she told them.
Their foot steps quieted as they rounded the curve and true to her word they saw the settlement. The cave that they where in opened up on to a large cavern that was once an under water lake. There path lead down to the they settlement. Pedals turned to boulders and a flat surface turned in to a beep slop. Similar to the entrance the had enters from.
"Do they know were here?" Omega watched as the lights to the houses slowly turned on one by one.
"Yes" Kath said with absolute certainty as she stared at the fingers that slowly exited the buildings "these are Manbalorians after all" with that she headed down the slop. The others quickly followed after her.
Some one was waiting for them it the bottom of the slop. A Manbalorain that had green armer and they did not loomed pleased. Armed crossed and foot impatiently taping the ground. Kath ignored him. With the last part of the slop she was able to slide past the mando and started walking to the settlement. The bad batch followed her.
"Oh no you don't!" Snapped the mando rushing to get in front of them. That's when Kathy finally stopped and acknowledged the warrior.
"Why have you draught these strangers to are home aruetii!" The manbo spit the last word at Kath. If she was affected by the words she did not show it.
"The need a ship and they are here" she told the other, who only sputtered and growled something in his mother tough. Kath snarled something back that him that mabe the green mando get in to the others space.
"Your want to say that again aruetii?" The green MandalorIan snarled lowly.
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you could handel it in are mother tough" Kath sneered at the mando closing the distance between the two.
"You little-"
"That's enough!" A giant Mandalorian shoved his way in between he was bigger than Wrecker, but he was not the one that spoke. It was the old man that spoke. The was hunched over his cane and slowly shuffling his way over the them. Another Mandalorian was walking close to the elderly man and a not so subtle hand was hovering under the elderly's arm.
"Ezekiel what have I told you about messing with Katharine?" The old man grumbled, finally stopping in front of them.
"But she is a aruetii!" Th- Ezekiel barked, he was clearly not pleased by the intrusion. The elder gave him a harsh look.
"Just because she lives out side of are home dose not mean she's an outsider" Ezekiel shrunk back and away from Kath. The elderly man turn towards them and smiles gently.
"Katharine! How have you been?" He beamed waddling his way over to her, with his arms stretch out. The mando next to him seamed to have goten a heart attack from the elders reaction as the scrambled after him. picking up this cane as they do so.
"Ba'buir things have been going all right" Kath greets warmly, gently hugging the elderly man before releasing him and waving over the bad batch. "Ba'buir I wish I come here under my own volition but some of my friends need help"
The old man seemed to deflate at those words
"All right my dear" he nodded soulfully " let us talk some place warmer" he waved them to follow stopping after a few shaky steps. He stopped and looked around murmuring something about this cane. The mando that was quietly and patiently waiting at his side handed over the his cane.
"Oh thanks you dear" the Mandalorian nodded to the elders thanks and stayed by his side as they walk towards the building. Omega ,who was still on top of Wreckers shoulders, asked not so quietly.
"Ba'buir? It that this name?"
"No." Kath shook her head band slowed down her walk so she was close to Omega and Wrecker "Ba'buir is a title"
"Ooh" Omega gasped but immediately pause and made a face like she ate a lemon "a title for what?"
"Being a grandfather" Kath told her. Omega gave her a look that mabe her laugh "Mandalorains see grandfather or Ba'buir as a title just like how you may see sargent or boss as a title."
"So it hase to be earned?" Omega asked tilting her head to the side.
"I suppose yes" Kath hummed "my Ba'buir got it by just being him, Loving and kind. Every one here by now calls him Ba'buir"
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Ba'buir and Kath as well as omegas brothers talked for hours on the ship that they needed. Patently it was not a easy as buying one and leaving. The still needed enough ship for every one to leave, in case of and emergency. At some point they had all left to the ship yard were omega was not allowed to be in. So she was left here waiting with Echo for her brothers to return.
"How long have they been gone for?" Ground Omega as she flopped back down on to her chare.
"Its only been a few minutes Omega they won't be back for a while" Echo told her scrolling throw a bata pad.
"Easy for you to say you have that data pad" she pouted crossing her arms over her chest. Echo only hummed and continued on with what he was doing. Slowly Omega stopped with her pouting and slipped off her chare walking over to Echo's.
"What are you reading?" She asked as slinked in to her brothers lap.
"Im not sure" Echo answer her "before the republic fell. I always found my self reading the update reg books in my free time" Omega scrunched up here face as she tried to read the complicated and blurring words.
"That's weird." Omega mumbled still trying to read the page he was on. Echo laugh yes it was weird he supposed, if he thought of it from an outsiders perspective. He could guess why he like to read that kind of stuff. It was probably because of how it was written. All the complicated words and rules that kept them in check, challenge him. it made him feel smart when he was a cadet. Domino squad just berated him for being odd and so ridged but the reg manual gave him a strang since of peace and closure, his brother never gave him. Not till after they succeeded there last test even then it was not much (then it was only fives and him). He shook his head focusing back on Omega. He did not need to think like right know.
"How about you try something easier?" Echo asked bookmarking the page and opening another.
"Can I pick?" She asked. She craned her head back form her eyes to meet his.
"Yes you can pick" Echo confirmed "want to read it out loud?"
"yes!" She said, practically vibrating his his lap. When his squad got back it had been several books later and a very tired Omega in his lap.
"Did you find anything?" Echo asked quietly. Hunter nodded.
"Yes is enough for us"
"Two rooms for us and a refresher" Tech told Echo.
"Even a small kitchen!" Wrecker boomed. Echo cringed as Omega jumped. Her head snapped up and looked around. she perked up a she notes the others.
"Your guy s are back!" She squealed, jumping off of Echos lap and leached on to Hunters leg. Wrecker shrunk in to his self just realizing she had fell a sleep.
"Oh sorry meg" Wrecker mumbled
"Its ok!" Omega chirped bounding over to hug his leg "I wanted to be awake when you guys came back anyway!"
"Oh ok" Wrecker said a bit dumbfounded as he pick up Omega.
"Where's Kath?" Omega asked looking past her brothers.
"She's helping with stocking the ship full of supply" Hunter informed her.
"Witch was unnecessary of them to do" tech huffed " but a welcomed one"
"Why are they doing that?" Omega questioned
"Turns out they all have a serious grudge against the imperial empire" Hunter said with a shrug.
"Oh" Omega uttered slumping against her giant brother.
----*----
"Hop to see you again in better circumstances" Kath told as the made the last preparations. Hunter smiled as he watch his brothers get ready in the cockpit.
"Don't worry will come back to pay off are debt with you" hunter reassured. Kathy huffed
"Gods know here I thought you'd just come to see me" Hunter rolled his eyes, Crosshair used enough sarcasm for him to recognize it anywhere.
"All right we can come just to see you to" Hunter mussed
"Oh why thank you sire. For you to blessing me with your presence" Kath said with a sarcastic bow.
"Oh of course" Hunter said just as sarcastically. It was strang to her sarcasm to be use this way. Crosshair used it in a much more negative manner. Kath burst out in a fit of laughter, as she eased from her bow.
"Thank you for that" she giggled "not many people run with my sarcasm like that" Hunter shrugged.
"Its not much one of my brothers use sarcasm" Kath hummed with a nod.
"Still thanks for that" she said "my I ask as to were you heading next?"
"Were work is" Hunter answered vaguely.
"Mercenary?"
"Guess you cloud say that" Hunter implied. Kathy nodded and patted him on this shoulder.
"Explains why the pimps hate yea" Kath noted "safe travels to you my friend" with that she left. Disappearing in to the shadows of the cavern. When Hunter turned back to the others they where looking at him to see if he was ready to leave clearly not caring if they where staring at him. He nodded and closed the ramp and as simple as that they left.
-end?-
As that the end we see if Kath and her people? I don't know maybe 🙄. Anyhow hoped you liked my shit writing see you on my next post peace.
Ps could totally see the clones calling 99 Ba'buir.
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Everybody Talks
Engineer!Mark x (male!reader)
here’s a link to a gender nuetral version of the same fic
Ok so apparently Engineer!Mark isn't Actor, but Actor might be Engineer…? I have no idea what that means, so I just write him like a different character. Sounds good? Sounds good. lmao, Idk I just love this nerd.
tw: none, I don’t think
Word Count: 1.7k
Prompts:
“Wait. Are you two…?” “Are we what?”
F 2 - "Go away." "You're holding me you idiot." "So mean."
Fl 16 - "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them."
Summary:
You're taking a coffee break and bump into one of your crew, Tyler, and have a nice chat about your journey ahead. He brings up talk about you and your head engineer, and you're forced to confront your feelings for your overdramatic, but loyal, right-hand man.
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You’ve been working hard to prep the ship, and your crew, for your journey ahead. The first Invincible had…well…not been as invincible as its name suggested, and you didn’t want whatever happened to it, to happen again. Not on your watch. Not to mention, you had grown fond of the crew of the Invincible, you’d even go as far as calling most of them your friends. No matter how different everyone was, you all shared a love for space and a determination for the success of this mission. You’d been working long hours going through all the protocols with Mark, your Head Engineer, and right-hand man at this point, to make sure everything was in order. But he had gone to do some maintenance to the ship's engines, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy.
You decided some coffee was in order. You rubbed your tired eyes and headed towards the food court. Just as you were about to pour yourself a hot cup o’joe, you hear a familiar voice from behind you.
“Long day Captain?” Tyler asks, casually walking up to you and grabbing himself a styrofoam cup.
“Yea, I guess you can say that. It’s kind of hard to keep track of time out here.” You reply, holding the coffee up to your face and basking in its warmth.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles. “Does everything seem to be in order?”
“There was a little hiccup in one of the engines, but Marks already on it. Other than that, we should be ready to embark in a week or two.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, with Mark’s help, you felt hopeful that all would go according to plan. You take a sip of the hot liquid, already feeling a bit more awake.
“Ah, so that’s why he’s not here.” Tyler chuckles to himself, eyes focused on putting a lid on his own coffee cup. You tilt your head.
“What do you mean?” You ask, a bit confused.
Tyler chuckles, “What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’ Mark’s always following you around like a lost little puppy.” Your cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment.
“That’s- that’s just ‘cause he’s helping me get everything ready for the expedition!” You stutter out. Tyler smirks, bemused.
“Suuure. You know, everyone can kind of tell. You always smile like an idiot when you’re talking to him.” He playfully pokes your shoulder. “Or even about him, really.” You gently swat his hand away.
“Tyler, I am your Captain! You can’t tease me like this!” You jokingly scold, your flushed face giving you away entirely.
At your defensive tone, his eyes widen.“Wait. Are you two…?” He trails off, lifting his hands to cover the growing grin spreading across his face.
“Are- are we what?” Damn your stuttering. Why were you even being so defensive, and why were your cheeks so god damn hot!
“Oh my god…the Captain’s in love!~” He exclaims in a sing-song voice. You have half a mind to throw your coffee at him.
“Tyler! CaN yOU sHuSH-” You yell out, a little louder than you meant to. “I am not in love. That’s- that ridiculous. We’re- we’re just good friends, is all…” Your voice lowers to a normal volume, but you are still incredibly flustered.
Tyler’s smirk just grows, “Whatever you say Captain.” he tips his hat, cup of coffee in hand, and leaves without another word.
As soon as Tyler knows he’s out of earshot, he chuckles to himself. It was growing painfully obvious to everyone that you two liked each other, and Mark was so obvious with how hard he tried to impress you, Tyler couldn’t believe how oblivious you were to it. So he had taken it upon himself to give the Captain…a little nudge. He smiles and takes a sip of his coffee, instantly spitting it out. He frowns as he realizes that while focusing on teasing the Captain about their feelings, it seems he managed to put salt in his cup, instead of sugar. Screw you karma, I was trying to be helpful.
Back by the coffee machine, your mind was racing. What was Tyler on about? You…liking Mark? I mean, of course you, liked, him! Sure he was kind of an idiot, but he was funny, and loyal. Even to a fault. You knew he would stick by your through thick and thin. He already had through all the preparations of the journey. You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you liked him like THAT…right?
You grumble to yourself as you feel a vibration from your wrist. Mark was pinging you on your communicator, but, strangely, there was no message. You started to turn towards the engine room, when you felt it vibrate again. And then again. You speed up your pace, panic starting to envelop your heart as you rushed towards the engine room.
You slam the door open, coffee already long forgotten on some table in the hall, and frantically search the room. Your eyes land on a large piece of metal sliding off one of the engines, teetering on the edge of falling. Mark was trapped under it, holding it up with one hand, as the other frantically tapped his communicator.
You call out to Mark, and he answers, “Over here! A little help, Cap!” He grunts as the metal shifts and falls down a little more. “Whenever you feel like it, Captain!” he snaps. You run over and reach your hand up to push on the falling metal piece. You take a deep breath and slowly heave it upwards with all your might.
“Mark! On the count of three, we push it to the right, and dive left!” He frantically nods as the metal shifts down again, both of you grimacing at the weight. “One!”
You widen your stance, clenching all your muscles in anticipation. “Two!”
The metal shifts again, and you are forced to reposition yourself. “Three!”
The world seems to slow as you both heave the metal to the right and dive your bodies left. You collapse into a heap on the ground, panting. You quickly turn to find Mark, and grab his arm, examining him for any injuries. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, he seemed fine, and your shoulders finally relaxed.
“Thanks Cap! I don’t know what happened! Or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-” You interrupt him, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Shush, don't talk like that. You’re safe and that’s all that matters,” you reassure him.
Mark's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he looks at your hand, and then meets your eyes before he mutters a muffled, “M-okay.” Your cheeks heat up a bit, and you lower your hand, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, he smirks. “Luckily, I had a big, strong man to come and save me~” He wraps an arm around your shoulder. Your face burns red at his words.
You gently punch into his chest, leaving your hand against him, and bury your head in his shoulder. “Go away.” You pout, embarrassed. You were the Captain of this ship, and you were usually good at keeping calm. But seeing Mark almost get crushed by a giant piece of metal had made your heart freeze over in terror. Maybe Tyler had been on to something after all.
You hear Mark laugh, and feel his chest shake as he gently rubs your shoulder, "You're the one holding me, you idiot."
You fein an offended gasp. "Your so mean. You do know I’m your Captain, right?" Seriously, what happened to respecting your superiors? He sighs and leans his head on top of yours.
“I know…and you’re the best Captain any of us could have asked for. In all honestly, I don't even think we deserve you.” And then in a quieter voice, he whispers, “I, don't deserve you.” You frown, heart dropping a little at his words.
“Hey, don’t say that. What’s a Captain without his trusty engineer at his side? You built this ship, remember?” He scoffs, but smiles a little at your words.
“You mean the ship that almost just killed us?” He retorts.
“No, I mean the ship that’s going to accomplish the biggest, most important mission in the past millennia.” You ruffle his hair, and you hear him giggle.
“Yea, yea. Whatever…” He takes the hand that messed up his hair, and holds it in his own. You two sit together like that, just enjoying each other's company.
You decide the moment was too wholesome, and almost out of nowhere, say, “You know Mark, this is kinda gay-” He sputters, eyes widening. You cackle at his reaction, glad you could finally get back at him for embarrassing you earlier. “You know, Tyler said that half the crew thinks we’re dating.” His mouth opens and closes, still in a state of shock at your words. Finally, he shakes his head, and now recovered from the surprise of your words, a cocky smile forms on his lips.
“Captain!” He says in an overdramatic voice. “Is this your way of asking me out?” Damn this man and his ability to make you flustered.
You hesitate a moment, a little nervous you might have been reading things wrong. “Would you say yes if it was?” He laughs, and you just become more confused. Please, oh please, don’t tell me I read this wrong.
“Captain, it really is astounding how oblivious you are to how much people adore you. Of course I’d say yes! It would be a fucking honor to go on a date with you!” Your eyes widen, but you smile ear to ear. Filled with excitement at his words, and just to get back at him one more time, you tilt your face upwards, and plant a little kiss on his jaw, before snuggling back into the crook of his neck. Mark instantly becomes a stuttering mess, and you giggle as can feel your eyelids get heavy again. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt. The Invincible II would be ok as long as you had your adorable idiot of an engineer by your side.
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wow it’s crazy how yuri and victor created romance
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ok i promised myself up and down i wouldn’t make posts like this anymore for my own mental health but i’ve been seeing a lot of, uh, takes in regards to the potential of sarah and bucky dating and a lot of confusion to why these takes are racist, insulting and hurtful, especially to black people. and for me? well, i won't lie, it's personal.
what non-black people need to understand is that positive portrayals of interracial romantic relationships between dark-skinned black women (yes, dark skinned) and non-black men are extremely uncommon in media. for example, can you think about any recent fictional portrayals of relationships of this kind? maybe rick and michonne from the walking dead? or abbie and ichabod from sleepy hollow? great, because those are the only two that i can think of off the top of my head.
okay, now how many of those relationships ended happily?
right.
as a next point, why do i highlight ‘dark-skinned’? because of colorism. you’ve probably seen that word thrown around a lot more in the past year. colorism is the discrimination within ethnic groups between those with lighter colored skin (and more eurocentric features and hair texture, i’m folding in featurism and texturism for ease) and those with darker skin.
the way this plays out in visual media is that it’s much more common to see lighter skinned black women in roles than darker skinned black women. when i was growing up, this was evident in both white-produced AND black-produced media. that’s so raven. sister sister. my wife and kids. the proud family, even. and to make it worse, it wasn’t uncommon for dark skinned black women in shows like these to be portrayed as unattractive, uncultured, or straight up bullies.
this isn’t me saying that we shouldn’t see light skinned or biracial black women in media. i want to emphasize that their life experiences and the pressures they have are different from mine. but i know that, because of colorism, i grew up thinking that the absence of Eurocentric features and a non Eurocentric body meant i was not beautiful and not worthy to be seen. and these truths can coexist. this is not an uncommon wound of colorism.
i say all this to say that for bucky barnes, a white man, to flirt with sarah wilson, a dark skinned black woman, is not the same as ‘just another het ship’. it is positive representation in its own right.
now, i’ve been in fandom for years. i’ve encountered this before. and i’ve encountered this enough to know that truthfully, these kind of ships make people truly uncomfortable and sometimes these people do a bad job of hiding it. what reason, i can’t say. if you ask me, i suspect part of the discomfort comes non-black people realizing they can’t project onto the black person in the ship in the same way they’re used to. i could be wrong. but i’ve been around enough to see a lot of pretzeling and back bending to discredit these sorts of relationships that don’t seem to come up for similar pairings if that same black woman was now white. and i’m seeing it again here, so i wanted to break down the most common takes i’ve either seen or i suspect i’ll see soon and break them down to explain why exactly you’ve been getting irritated replies and why they’re hurtful.
“bucky’s flirting with sarah to make sam jealous.” without thinking about it, this is actually a funny trope. sibling rivalry and all that. and you’re right, bucky doesn’t have to be attracted to sarah, and maybe you ship sambucky instead. but what if he can still find her attractive? this take subtly discredits the idea that bucky could find sarah attractive in her own right - there has to be some ulterior motive in order to explain it, yeah?
“bucky repeated sarah’s name like that because sarah was steve’s mom’s name.” we do know bucky knows steve’s mom’s name! but again, this feels like a lot of reaching to again, rework bucky’s potential attraction to sarah in a different context so it’s not actually genuine. in this case, he doesn’t like her, she just makes him think of his dead best friend’s mom, right?
“sarah’s so strong and badass, she doesn’t need a man! she deserves better.” okay. what does ‘deserving better’ actually mean? why can’t a potentially fulfilling relationship for sarah, a hardworking widow with two children, be deserving better? this also plays into the Strong Black Woman myth, in which black women are just So Strong and Self Sufficient and Powerful they don’t need anything! not even social aid! or protection! or love! or mental health support! let me be clear, this trope is not fun for us, it’s not a positive, it’s a burden that allows society to justify not protecting black women.
“this seems kind of forced/crowbarred in to me.” maybe, but also, in the episode, they really just said 'hi' to one another. now if sam had caught them making out on the boat two seconds after they met, that would have raised my eyebrows, but they just said 'hi'. some people are interpreting that as flirtatious - i'm one of them. but again, using words like 'crowbar' and 'force' or 'shove' make it seem like bucky's attraction to sarah is irrational.
now, here’s what i’m not saying. i’m not threatening you to ship bucky and sarah Or Else. you don't have to. i do. i think it’s fun! but that’s my choice. you don’t have to make that choice. you could be shipping someone else with either sarah or bucky and you don't want something to get in the way of that, i get it. i'm also not saying that sarah needs bucky's validation to be considered beautiful, far from it. what i’m saying is it’s worth it to evaluate the ways that implicit racism is affecting and influencing your responses to interracial relationships with black people, and especially black women in the media. because even if you might not see it, there are those of us who can. why can't the prospect of a white man flirting with a dark skinned black women be taken at face value? maybe sit with that.
sources for further reading
the roots of colorism, or skin tone discrimination
the walking dead's new power couple: 'richonne' and fandom racism
fanlore breakdown of 'what shipping richonne taught me about racism'
black women and the thin line between strong and angry
post on black womanhood and feminism
what is featurism?
black hair and mental health: a tale of texturism
fandom and the intersection of feminism and race
"weak black women" by robin thede (for giggles)
the take's 'the strong black woman, explained' (yet to watch but the take hasn't failed me yet)
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No Rest for the Deathworlders
Logan had always loved the stars.
Still did, though his love had been dampened by the way in which he was currently seeing them.
He watched out the window, or rather, screen, but it was made to show the outside of the ship, and thinking of it as a window was oddly comforting. A bit of something close to home.
A lump grew in his throat at the thought of home, pressing against the collar. He forced himself back to a neutral, tugging the collar away from the front of his throat as far as it would go. A brief flicker of anger replaced the nostalgia. Anger at the collar, at his own inability to remove it, at the monsters that had forced it onto him, at his own complacency now that it was on.
He didn’t have it as bad as some other humans did, he was well aware. All the collar did was teleport him to the location of the person holding the remote. Granted, it was unpleasant and incredibly disorienting, but nothing like the near-torture he’d heard was the more common method of keeping humans captive.
The captain of the ship was smart in choosing Logan, as far as the welfare of the ship went.
“You’re invested in your own survival,” He’d said through the translators. “If the ship goes down, you’ll go with it. If you sabotage the ship and try to escape on a pod, I can get you back to me immediately, and you’ll meet the same fate as you intended for us. It’s in your best interests to cooperate and to bond with the crew.”
Well, Logan could agree that it was in his best interests to cooperate. But no one could make him get attached to anyone. And no one could stop him from making little problems.
Like ignoring the insistent, “Human, where are you? Human!” that was coming from his communicator.
The window dissolved in front of him, and Logan felt abruptly as if he were on the world’s worst rollercoaster for several seconds. It took him a minute to register the angry captain now in front of him. He was yelling something, but not through the communicator, so Logan couldn’t understand what. And he was far too dizzy and almost nauseous to pay attention even if it was understandable.
He shook his head slowly from side to side and up and down once, hoping to clear the vertigo somewhat.
“You must come when called!” The communicator translated. “Or at least answer!”
Logan stubbornly remained silent, the dizziness gradually clearing.
For an alien that looked more like a slime monster than anything with a real face, the captain still managed to look extremely displeased. Not that Logan cared.
“There are ------ trailing our ship,” the captain said, one of his words not translating properly. “We need to go faster or we’ll get boarded.”
Ok, maybe Logan did care.
“Humans are supposed to be good at making ships go faster, fix it.”
Logan frowned. “I’ve been here three days,” he said into the communicator. “I hardly know how anything in the ship works, much less how to improve any of its functions!”
“I’ve studied humans, I know better than that, fix it.” The captain said shortly.
Logan opened his mouth to protest, but the room around him dissolved, the horrible spinning sensation back. His legs gave out and he dropped onto the floor in a different place.
He swallowed hard, his stomach threatening to upend itself.
“And they call you deathworlders,” someone scoffed. “A transporter has you on your knees.”
Beyond his sick feelings, and the anger at being mocked, he caught onto that plural reference. Was there another human on the ship?
In addition, there were apparently multiple remotes to the teleporter around his throat, which ruined his plan of trying to steal or fight the captain for the one.
He slowly sat up, his head still spinning. He hoped that his body would eventually grow accustomed to the teleportation and the dizziness would stop being so awful.
There was a chittering sound beside him that the translator didn’t attempt to process. He turned to see an alien that would likely be very tall if it wasn’t on all fours. It was very thin, with long arms and legs, which ended in smooth nubs, without hands or feet. The front two, which Logan thought of as arms, though the alien probably would have a different name for them, seemed to be perforated along the last six inches. As Logan watched, one of them was extended towards him slowly, and something softer could be seen on the inside. It was able to be extruded through the holes, and was likely the way in which the alien could grasp things.
He backed away from the limb before it could touch him, and the alien also backed away a step, making a low woody sounding whistle, like air blown over a jug. It’s head looked rather moth-like, with antenna that curled and straightened, and large eyes.
The alien seemed sentient, though Logan was confused that the translator wasn’t picking up on its speech.
Until he saw a very familiar collar, only around their waist. They were also captive then. And possibly, though it disappointed his hopes of meeting another human, they were the other deathworlder, also affected poorly by the teleportation.
The strange attempted touch then, could have potentially been intended as comfort or aid.
“You’ve been sitting long enough, get this ship to move faster,” the other alien in the room grumbled.
Logan glared. “How am I even supposed to do that?” He snapped. “I don’t have training or experience, I don’t know what half this stuff is and I can’t read your labels!”
“You can either fix it now, or we can teleport you between here and the captain until you do.” The alien's tone was disgusting and wet, and Logan was glad he could focus on the robot sound of the translator as his stomach lurched again.
He could try.
If nothing else, he might learn some new things and be able to convince them that he really wasn’t able to just do things he’d never tried before.
The room was smaller than he would’ve expected, presuming he was in a kind of engine room. Around the edges of the room were a number of bins, holding substances ranging from powders to liquids.
In the center of the room was a glass tube that went from floor to ceiling, and seemed to be filled with a glowing crystal stalagmite. From the top of the tube dripped some kind of liquid, and at the bottom it flowed out in small pipes, glowing the same as the crystal and possibly converted into fuel.
He could assume that with all of the powders and liquids that there was a chemical reaction causing the substance to obtain the glowing quality and become fuel. But what that was, and how to know what was safe to change about it, he had no idea.
“Well?” The alien, whom he now assumed to be what served as the ship’s engineer, asked.
He was making so many assumptions, and still was barely anywhere. They could all be wrong.
“Explain to me how it works,” Logan said. “Then I’ll try to ‘fix’ it.”
The alien made an unpleasant sound that the translator interpreted as a sigh. “This is a ——-, the liquid is a mixture of ——, ——, ——-, and ——, but it could be made with any of the ——— family instead of the ———, or you could replace the ———- with ——— for better efficiency at different energy levels. We also have several forms of ———-, which ought to make more potent fuel for higher speeds, but every time we’ve tried the ———- smokes and explodes and there’s residue in the tubing for several rotations which puts us at a standstill.”
Logan grimaced. He had a very small idea of what was being said based on gestures, but he’d much prefer to have names and details. It seemed this was a very large and dangerous version of chemistry experiments, with no textbook, and his only advice coming from someone who hadn’t studied.
Well, there was the other ‘deathworlder’ in the room. He could only hope they knew something about any of this. Though the difficulty in communication might make that knowledge impossible to access.
He turned towards them anyway. “Can you understand me at all?”
They made another low whistling sound, followed by chittering. One arm waved, with… could he call them fingers? gesturing towards Logan.
He hoped desperately that he could consider that to be a yes.
“What would you do in—“
The engineer’s communicator interrupted him. “We thought we’d have a few more rotations but they’re closing in, has the human done anything yet?”
“No,” the engineer said. “It’s just staring at everything.”
“Well get it to hurry!”
The other ‘deathworlder’ made a long series of noises, pointing at one bin in particular and then at a place where it seemed the not-yet-fuel liquid was.
It was a foolish thing. A very foolish thing. But Logan took a scoop from the bin and dumped the powder into the liquid.
It bubbled and fizzed on contact, sending up thick clouds of a dark blue smoke.
An alarm blared.
The ship lurched, knocking them all to the ground.
And then the new ingredient actually hit the crystal, and there was a loud, high pitched ringing.
Logan covered his ears and shut his eyes, feeling like a weight was pressing him to the floor.
Everything was spinning, and loud, and then it was loud in a very different, but no less painful way.
“Protect me!” The captain shrieked.
There was a pained, screeching scream.
Logan was shoved, but he was barely aware of which direction, let alone what he was supposed to do about any of it.
Something grabbed onto his shoulders, and he flailed, hitting and kicking indiscriminately. Something burned on his side, and he kicked into something much more solid, sending a throbbing pain up his leg.
Everything was noise and pain and lights and movement and he didn’t understand any of it!
Logan struck out blindly at anything that came near him.
He thought he’d backed into a wall, but something must’ve been behind him, and it hit him hard over the head. He dropped to the floor, tears swimming in his eyes and blurring everything even further.
Everything dissolved around him and he was falling, spinning, dropping, tossed.
He was grateful more than anything when unconsciousness took him.
•^*^••
He woke slowly, feeling hazy and heavy. It was quiet, and not too bright, nothing was touching him. So he didn’t bother to open his eyes, just laying still.
He wasn’t dead at least.
Probably the pirates had attacked. Definitely he’d ruined the ship he’d been on.
The question was, was being with pirates any better than living on a ruined ship with aliens that considered him to be some kind of hyper-intelligent slave?
Or perhaps the question was, where was he now?
He forced his eyes open.
He was in a relatively large, empty room. The floor and walls seemed bare, though patched, not all of a single material.
He pushed himself up. There was a loud skittering noise away from him, and he yelped, flinging himself away clumsily.
He turned, and saw the other deathworlder, front legs shaking and making a rattling noise. He wasn’t sure if it was a fear response, a method of communication, or even some kind of threat display.
“It’s alright,” he said quietly, backing up a little farther.
The other alien didn’t try to come close again, so he figured it was mostly likely not interested in threatening him. There wasn’t an echo of his words in an alien language though, and he patted his shoulder to discover that the translator had been taken. His hand went to his throat, disappointed to find that they’d left the collar.
It was still there on the other alien also. They were both still prisoners then, wherever they were.
Looking around, it seemed that they were in an empty cargo space, rather than a proper holding cell, so there was a slightly greater possibility of escape.
There was that low whistling sound again. Logan was certain it was meant as a form of communication.
He tried whistling back, as low as he was capable of.
The alien chittered and shook its legs again, but Logan couldn’t tell even if it was a positive or negative reaction.
“I… don’t know how to talk with you,” he said, keeping his tone low and calm. He sat in a comfortable, loose position, hoping to get across the calm in his tone and posture. “But I’d like to try. I’m not sure what anything you’re doing means, and it’s possible you’re in the same situation. I’m hoping that you have more knowledge of humans than I do of your kind, and that you’ll be able to make better inferences than I’m currently capable of.”
The alien cocked its head to the side, watching him as he spoke. It took a tentative step forward on its spindly legs, and then propped itself on three, holding the fourth out to him.
Logan eyed the appendage. The softer inside substance was filling the holes, making it appear to have small bumps, rather than holes. He held out a hand to it, but didn’t try to touch.
The alien bumped the end of its leg into Logan’s palm.
That seemed… good? Perhaps this was a greeting similar to a handshake?
Logan very gently grasped the end of the appendage, the softer inside substance feeling cool to the touch, and almost like a stiff putty, whereas the harder outer shell felt very smooth and rigid, similar to metal, but light.
The alien retracted their arm, and then looked between their arm and his hand. The inner substance reformed, pressing out from several holes into a clear attempt at fingers. It seemed to be fully controlled by the alien, and moveable, albeit much more slowly than Logan could move his own fingers.
“That’s very impressive,” Logan said.
The alien chittered back at him.
Perhaps they could get somewhere through a kind of charades.
•^*^••
“I think that’s all we can carry,” Roman said, looking over the wreckage.
“We can hold more, we aren’t full yet,” Remus protested, still sad that some of the ship’s inhabitants had taken the escape pods. Aside from the power crystal, which was far too unstable to take, they were the best value on the little ship.
“The whole 3rd cargo bay is empty for the two deathworlders, we’re full.” Roman insisted.
“Oh. Forgot about them. Well, if we can hold ‘em, they might be enough to make it worth it.”
“If we can refill,” Roman grumbled. “I was expecting usable power from this ship.”
It had really been a not-very-great raid. They’d lost Aide, and Bill, and Rahgezis, and hadn’t even gotten much of anything good out of it.
And the deathworlders were far too grumpy to join the crew. If they’d had enough room they would’ve separated them, but he just took away the translators and hoped they weren’t already pack-bonded, and wouldn’t become so. Two single deathworlders were bad enough, two together? Their ship would be a wreck from the inside out.
They needed to give them a rotation or two to calm down, try and have a talk, and then drop them off at the nearest Embassy and get away before bad things happened.
Maybe the Embassy would even pay them for handing over deathworlders. Or maybe they’d arrest them for being pirates.
But without Rahgezis, Remus didn’t want to attempt anything on the black market with such a high demand as deathworlders.
And the teleportation bands should make it a little easier on them. They were super old, and no one in their right mind would use them, except as a practical joke, or a way of keeping enemies too off balance to attack. The ones on the two of them had been fused closed, rather than the usual buckle, so he felt more safe trying to hold the deathworlders than he would otherwise.
They’d only found one remote, but Inshes was already working on making a second.
“I’m going to see if the Scraascik is on any registries,” Roman said. “And I’ll check for the Human, but that’s less likely.”
Remus nodded. “I’ll handle getting us moving again. If they’re awake, maybe you could see about dropping some food into the cargo bay.”
“Yeah, I’ll try.” Roman sighed.
Remus set a claw on Roman’s back. Roman grumbled, leaning into Remus’s side, and then went off to do his research.
It’d been a hard day for both of them.
•^*^••
They’d managed to exchange names… sort of. The alien’s name was two notes, whistled lower than Logan was capable of, and likewise there was no way of the alien being able to pronounce the word Logan.
But the alien made a deep, almost resonant sound, that was as close as it seemed they could get to anything involving vocal cords. And that was their version of Logan.
Logan considered the two note sound, and came up with a slightly similar-sounding name. Virgil.
Neither of their names for each other were really very similar to their actual names, but they were able to understand each other, and that was what mattered.
As it turned out, Virgil was stronger than he was at pushing things, or hitting, but they couldn’t pull with any strength.
Logan was focusing his attention on the door, and had been so far unsuccessful in prying it open. It was solidly locked, and the lock seemed to only be on the other side of the door. Which likely meant that this room was detachable from the rest of the ship, in case of emergency or danger.
“Virgil.” Logan said, and Virgil turned to look at him from the patch on the wall they’d been inspecting.
Logan hit the door with his palm, his arm straight, in an imitation of the way he’d seen Virgil hit some of the patches, trying to break them. “Hit here.” He pointed at Virgil, and then at a spot where he suspected the lock was.
Virgil made a chittering sound and shambled over.
Logan again mimicked the strike, and then pointed at Virgil.
Virgil got into position. They were able to balance on three legs and rock their whole body weight forward to strike that small point their arm hit with all their strength and weight together.
They tried three times, but the door held firm.
Logan was impressed that they did not seem hurt by the attempt. Their exoskeleton must be very strong indeed. Which was possibly a part of why they were considered a deathworlder.
Logan wondered what their home planet was like.
The door suddenly opened, an alien clearly holding up one of the remotes to the teleporters.
Virgil backed away, turning and running to the other end of the room.
The alien spoke into a small microphone, which translated. “I brought food. Don’t come near me.”
The alien’s body looked almost bear-like, but with longer legs, clearly bipedal. They were only about half the size of a bear though. The fur also was shorter and sparser, and a very reddish kind of brown. The hands looked more useful than a bear’s paws as well. The head though was very unlike a bear’s. Logan didn’t know what to compare it to.
The alien was wearing clothes, which Logan had learned was entirely optional to most aliens, in bright reds and goldish yellows.
Perhaps this meant that this particular alien was more… Logan hesitated to say civilized. He scarcely knew anything about aliens, and could hardly make such judgements about them. Still, he believed he had a bit more chance reasoning with this one.
“Let us out of here,” he said, grateful that the translator picked it up and interpreted it.
“No.”
“We will leave you alone, we will not harm the ship. Let us go,” Logan said calmly but firmly.
The alien again said no, pushing in a tray of what could be food into the room with their foot, already starting to close the door.
“Wait!” Logan said, stepping forward.
The alien jumped, and pushed the button on the remote.
It didn’t seem to affect Logan, but instead Virgil was teleported close to the door. Virgil stumbled, falling against the wall and letting out what could only be described as a scream.
The alien who had delivered food looked even more scared now, and quickly shut the door. Logan pushed through his shock and alarm to try to open the door before it could be locked, but he was too late.
Virgil slumped to the ground, scream fading to a whistling wheeze.
As bad as the teleportation felt to him, Logan was scared that Virgil was being injured by it. Perhaps on the inside, where they were softer. Or perhaps it put too much strain on their rigid exoskeleton.
Was there anything he could do? He didn’t have any idea about what Virgil could need for medical care, and he didn’t want an attempt at comfort to be construed as an attack, especially while Virgil was vulnerable.
He knelt close to Virgil, a bit farther than an arm's length.
“Virgil?”
Virgil’s eyes opened, and from this close Logan could see the differentiation between pupil and iris. Virgil’s eyes were moving back and forth, like Logan had seen before in children who’d been spun in circles. He was likely still extremely disoriented then.
Virgil lifted one arm and waved it around slowly. It knocked into Logan’s shoulder lightly, and Virgil kept tapping it against his shoulders and head. Logan allowed it without complaint, guessing that it was grounding to Virgil, being able to verify that Logan was in one place and not moving, not spinning.
Virgil gradually steadied, taking their arm back.
Logan wished he had a way to ask ‘are you ok?’, but he didn’t. The best he had was, “Virgil?”
The whistle-clack he got in return seemed more positive than negative, though he had no way of accurately judging alien tones.
“Logan.”
Logan nodded, as it seemed the correct response.
Virgil pointed towards the nearly-forgotten tray, and Logan went to get it. Virgil struggled to their feet, looking something like a very large baby deer first trying to stand. If Logan had to guess, Virgil’s kind didn’t frequently sit or lie down.
The tray had a number of small round roll-like things that Logan was now accustomed to seeing. They were similar to banana bread in texture, but the taste was salty and rather bitter. When he’d asked, he’d been told that they were the standard in rations as they kept for a long time, and held an array of nutrients that was sufficient for the basic needs of a majority of species.
He suspected that he would require some greens or fruit if he continued eating these primarily, but he hadn’t seen any anywhere, only these.
Virgil stood over him and leaned down as much as they seemed easily capable of, which still left their head several feet above the ground. Logan was just wondering if they would need assistance to eat when a very long tongue, or perhaps proboscis, unrolled from their mouth and curled around one of the rolls, pulling it up into their mouth.
“What do you eat natively?” Logan wondered aloud. “And do you need water?”
There was a pitcher of water and two small cups. Logan poured one cup full and held it out to Virgil.
Virgil seemed to still be chewing, however, and incapable of drinking while doing so. Or perhaps they didn’t require water. Though, now that Logan was watching, he didn’t believe they were chewing at all. Certainly there was no jaw movement. They could be massaging the food with their tongue, and have particularly effective saliva perhaps.
Logan started eating a roll, setting Virgil’s cup down and filling the other for himself.
A minute later Virgil’s tongue unrolled again and drained the cup, seemingly effective as a massive straw.
“You really are fascinating,” Logan said softly. “Were we not in such a situation I would love to learn more about you.”
Virgil responded with a series of clicks and whistles.
“As it is though, we probably ought to attempt an escape. They haven’t tried to get anything from us, which makes me think they intend on trafficking us further. Most likely they don’t have the power to force us into work like the last ship did, so I think, despite the danger, that this will be our best chance. Of course, the danger is greater for you, the teleportation seems to hurt you much more than it does me.” Logan thought for a while. “I think our best bet would be to try forcing our way out the door the next time it opens. Perhaps one of us could knock the remote away. It is enlightening to know that the remote only works on one of us at a time.”
Logan sighed. “Of course we don’t know when or if they’ll enter again. It’s possible we’ll be held here until we reach wherever we’re going.”
Virgil made a low, soft whistle.
Logan laid on his back. “I can’t even properly ask you for your partnership. It’s infuriating to not be able to succeed at anything I attempt. There’s such a wealth of knowledge that is necessary, and I have no idea of any of it. Nor a way of learning, save through painful experience. I can’t become complacent, I have to effect change, but I never know when my efforts will be simply overturned.”
Virgil nudged his arm with their own.
Logan turned to look at them. Virgil chittered at him, bobbing up and down on their legs.
“What is it?”
“Logan.” Virgil said, still bobbing up and down.
Logan sat up. “I don’t understand.”
Virgil tapped his legs with their arm. “Logan.”
Logan stood up. “Is this what you want? Oh. If you don’t lay down to sleep, you must’ve been concerned when I did. I’ll have to sleep sometime though, and surely you’ve been exposed to aliens that lay down to sleep.”
But rather than relaxing, as Logan would assume Virgil would do if they were concerned, Virgil stepped closer, almost over Logan. Their antenna tilted towards him.
“Oh I see, this would be how you would confirm that I’m healthy, by feeling with your antenna, yes?” Logan remained still, unsurprised when there was a soft touch on his head.
But he was not at all expecting the sudden mental image of himself tackling the alien who’d delivered the food. It was so vivid it was as if he was already doing it, seeing the door open, tackling the alien, smashing the remote, and running forward to climb onto Virgil’s back as Virgil ran them both through the hallway.
Logan jerked back, falling on his butt. “What was that?! You have telepathy??”
Virgil made a movement that could be best described as a shrug.
Logan stood up again, reaching his hand out, battling his speed from excitement in an attempt not to scare Virgil. “Can we do it again?”
Virgil brushed his hand with their antenna, and the same scene flashed before his mind’s eye.
“Yes, yes I’ll do that! Can you understand my answer?”
Virgil made a whistle that Logan was almost certain was affirmative.
Logan paced back and forth excitedly, thinking out loud. “So you can communicate with me even if I can’t communicate with you well. And you very much want my partnership in escaping. We have a plan now. And a form of communication. Virgil, this is amazing!”
Virgil made an almost trilling noise.
•^*^••
“No, it hurt the Scraascik,” Roman said, already changing the ship’s course. “We can’t hold them safely, we have to get to the Embassy.”
“We didn’t even ask them to join us yet!” Remus protested.
“Would you join a strange crew after they hurt you?” Roman retorted, sending a message to the engine room to increase speed.
“Well what about the other one?”
“Remus. It won’t work.” Roman glared at him. “I don’t want to take chances with deathworlders.”
Remus sighed. “Fine. But let me try talking to them before we get there.”
Roman’s face went hard. “You have until we arrive,” he finally conceded.
Remus hurried down to the cargo bay.
He burst the door open, and it slammed shut behind him. Both deathworlders jolted, staring at him.
He then realized that he’d entirely forgotten the remote and the duplicate, and also that he was locked in a room with two deathworlders.
Well, there was a reason people joked he was addicted to adrenaline.
“Hello!” He said, waving. “I’m wondering if you’ll join my crew.”
The human moved first, standing up to a height decently taller than Remus was. And the Scraascik was even larger.
Perhaps he really was in serious danger.
“We just want to leave,” the human said, sounding rather threatening.
Probably telling them about the plan to hand them over to the Embassy then wasn’t a good idea until he was sure that he wasn’t in attack distance anymore. “You can, leave with us. Join our crew and you can adventure with us, raid ships, explore planets!”
“We want to leave alone,” the human said firmly.
“We? So… you bonded then? I guess that rumor is true, deathworlders all really do bond super fast.”
The human bared its teeth at him. “I will not be bonding to your crew based on your desires. I will not remain here, I want to leave. We want to leave.”
The Scraascik agreed in some of the most heavily accented Common Remus had ever heard. No wonder the translators hadn’t picked up any of his yelling when they’d boarded the ship. He’d probably need a translator to touch his antenna, but good luck getting a Scraascik to let anything touch their antenna.
“So you won’t even consider it?” Remus asked, not yet daunted.
“You’ve essentially kidnapped us, and both can and have hurt us! Why would I consider it?”
Yikes, the human sounded angry.
“Well we didn’t mean to hurt you, really, it’s not meant to be that bad. And we only kidnapped you from other kidnappers, and also I can’t hurt you cause I forgot the remote.”
The two deathworlders looked at each other, and Remus knew he really had gone and shoved his whole fist in his mouth. The human shifted position to a much more threatening crouch, as if it was going to pounce on him.
Remus held his arms out, claws at the ready. He might not have a hope of winning against deathworlders, but he could certainly make himself a pain of a target.
“I know I’m a pirate, but this was supposed to be just a talk,” Remus said, wondering if he’d be able to hit the communicator in time and if rescue was possible. Violent deathworlders in an enclosed space was not something he wanted his crew walking into, even for a rescue.
“It’s not much of a talk when we don’t have a say,” the human said, looking more and more threatening every second.
Iaoth , he wanted this human on his crew.
“Of course you have a say!” Remus said. “Name it, what position do you want, what pay, days off, I’ll give you whatever room in the ship you want as your quarters.”
“I fundamentally disagree with joining people that would knowingly traffic other people,” the human growled.
And then it leapt forward.
Remus yelped, swiping at the human and hitting the communicator with his other hand. “Roman!”
He was tackled to the ground, and the Scraascik pinned one arm while the human sat on his middle and held his other arm down.
“Remus?!” Roman’s voice came through the communicator.
“Let us go,” the human growled. “Once we’re out we’ll let them go.”
There was a tremor to the floor that Remus recognized. Roman must have been overloading the engine, they’d arrived and were docking.
“Is Remus ok?” Roman asked, sounding terrified.
“I’m fine, just a little stuck,” Remus said, trying to not sound scared so Roman wouldn’t get even more worried. “Laying under a deathworlder~ not quite as fun as I always imagined.”
Roman made a sound somewhere between a sob and laugh. “I’m coming to let you out. Don’t hurt him. Please.”
Remus was honestly a bit surprised that he was only pinned. The human was leaking blood from its shoulder and across its chest where Remus’s swipe had connected, but it hadn’t retaliated.
“Hurry,” the human said coldly.
The communicator turned off, and Remus had a strong suspicion Roman was calling the Embassy to have guards outside the ship when the cargo hold was opened.
“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Remus asked. “I know it won’t look like it from your end, but we don’t traffic, we take from ships we attack, but we’d either let them join us or take them to the authorities, we don’t just continue the traffic. And we could use people like you, you could help us take down so many more ships.”
The Scraascik leaned harder on his arm, and Remus grimaced.
“What would the authorities do?” The human asked.
“Uhhhh… well with the Scraascik, probably drop him back on his own planet, or with a Scraascik colony. Your planet though is still restricted, so they’d probably keep you until it’s opened.”
The human’s face contorted into something that did not look good for Remus.
“We’re on our way there, aren’t we?”
Remus wasn’t sure he dared lie, not when he was pinned to the ground with two very angry-seeming deathworlders over him. “Yeah.”
The human hit the communicator. “Listen.”
“I’m listening,” Roman said warily.
“Don’t open the cargo hold,” the human ordered. “You’re a pirate ship. You have smaller ships for scavenging, yes?”
“…yes.”
“Give us one.”
There was a long pause from Roman.
“Put food and fuel and translators in it,” the human said firmly. “We’re taking this one with us until we’re safely inside.”
This was probably wrecking Roman’s plans. There would be authorities involved and now no deathworlders to give them.
“Alright,” Roman said.
•^*^••
The door to the cargo hold was opened. Logan had the bear-alien in a tight hold, and Virgil was above them, looking like they were ready to strike out at anything that got within range.
They managed to walk along the halls until they reached the smaller ship. Logan had no idea how he was going to fly it, but it was the biggest chance by far that he’d had yet.
He shoved the bear alien away and slammed the door shut.
Virgil went immediately to the pilot’s seat, and Logan was amazed to see that there were places in the ceiling that fit their antenna. Soon there was a fast and loud humming, and the tiny ship lurched into motion.
•^*^••
Patton was being sent, since they didn’t really believe that there could be a Human and a Scraascik on the cobbled-together ship that had docked. So it was just him and Janus.
Janus wrapped his long tail around the back of Patton’s neck for balance as Patton walked back and forth, waiting for the ship to open its cargo bay.
It sure was taking a long time. They’d seemed so rushed when they called, but now they just wouldn’t open.
And then there was an engine powering up.
A teeny little scavenging ship took off from the bigger one, flying off. Patton scanned it, alarmed to see that there was indeed a Scraascik and a Human signature on board.
“Hey! Hey wait!”
He pulled out his radio, quickly setting it to the bigger ship’s frequency. “Let me in and go after them! We can’t let a Human go flying around unattended!”
“If they don’t let us in fast, go take the SC Meteor,” Janus said.
Patton wasn’t too surprised when the ship started undocking without answering him.
“We’ll get them!” He yelled, running for the Meteor.
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