#well I guess I can say that I have a thing for masked and menace fictional men

[visionsofmagic]

day 4: uchiha obito [mutual masturbation]

࿓ synopsis • you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

―❦ nsfw, akatsuki member!obito, watching, voyeurism, pet names, humiliaton, day dreaming (kinda), masturbation, fingering, neck holding, cum eating, swearing, ordering, power play (a little), shinobi!reader, f!reader. • 1.9k • so fun to write this maniac yet broken man, love him soo much, much favorite character from naruto beside kakashi. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

he is a wanted former shinobi, a danger to all nations, and you’re just someone he knows from the past he can’t get his mind off. 

it’s always like this; he leaves the others, the world behind the moment the sun disappears, and the shining stars lighten the sky up in the night of the hidden leaf. he comes here – comes to you. he knows you wait for him because the same circle of events happened for at least 2 years now. he stays behind the tree, behind your door’s windows yet gazes on inside, traveling on your body, watching every movement, and having a peaceful – even paradise, away from the cruel world behind him.

it’s simple – maybe it isn’t but he doesn’t care; he just likes to sit on a tree, and see the sight before him – you while cooking, reading, laughing at something you watch or read, playing with your hair, sometimes pouting – cute, he thinks, and he finds them enjoyable because it is you – the only person he sees entirely, he seeks and he misses. 

however, this night isn’t simple, it’s complex – he realizes even before coming here, finding you sitting on the edge of your bed, the window is wide open, the wind of the hidden leaf flows into your room, a few things fly from here to there including your hair. you seem as if you don’t notice any of it – you don’t, he can say, after with the arrival of his presence, you only focus on him.

you don’t look, eyes still on the wall in front of you, hands between your thighs, the marks of heat you have are visible on your body that is lighted below the gleam of the moon.

obito isn’t blind, no, he has an eye to see clearly, even under the dark light of the night, even from that far. the vision helps him to witness the scene before him with magnificent quality and detail.

he isn’t dumb either – can be the most intelligent man in the whole world. you know it, you always tell him how smart he is, catching little details, especially when it comes to you. he remembers the moments you were surprised when he understood gestures even though you can’t realize what you’re doing, so when he comes here, he doesn’t waste a second time to gather enough knowledge about what is going on.

he leaves a deep chuckle under his mask, a hand stays on one of the branches of the tree he is sitting on, “what a silly girl,” he says, head tilting to the side when you close your eyes, opening them again, and taking a deep breath.

with the knowledge of what you will do next, he gets excited – only you can make him feel this kind of emotion with the rest of the others including lust. he doesn’t have to be smart to get the hints; his girl – he likes to call you that, sitting on the bed, a thin white night dress you chose to wear that shows your entire body underneath it – hardened nipples because of both the cold night and him are visible, exposed thighs clenching together, and a bottle of oil standing on the bed, beside you.

it isn’t surprising that you are naughty and horny, wanting to create a show only obito can witness to. you tried this before, maybe more innocent, but you did. however, obito can’t deny that this one is far more different than the previous ones. his rapid breaths prove him right and when you take another deep breath, he sees determination in your sparkling eyes, and it catches him off the ground when you suddenly change your position.

now you sit right in front of the open window – him. he can see you directly – not your side profile. if you look up, he knows your eyes will be in contact with each other.

you don’t anyway. your eyes focus on your thigh, opening them wider, slowly, you pick up the dress until your soaked pussy can be seen – he holds his voice low when he leaves a growl, hand grips the brunch tighter, head tilts forward to see it closer – “oh maker,” he says, “what a beautiful pussy!”

he knows you hear him because your cheeks begin to burn with redness, hands squeeze the fabric of your dress, eyes half-closed. 

he waits for you to move on – to give him more – he’s needy; the desire to come into your room and have you under him right away is pleasing to the ear, however, he wants to wait, you prepared for him after all. he wants to see how far his good girl can go.

two fingers get inside your wet mouth, the tongue licks them from tip to toe – his cock twitch with lust; that wet fingers travel down to your pussy, standing on your folds and playing with them, slowly enough to drive him crazy.

he expects you to put your fingers inside that fleshy pussy of yours yet you have a different plan; your left-hand finds the thin strap of the dress as the other stays still, playing with the folds, earning low lewd sounds mixing with your rapid breaths. 

taking off the straps from your shoulders, it falls into your abdomen in a smooth motion, hardened nipples and the cute flesh of your breasts are revealed, making obito’s hand find his clothed cock under the cloak of akatsuki. another growl goes out of his parted and dry lips, he licks them to feel wet as if his lips taste your pussy, kneeling down and eating it out.

somehow his mind goes all dizzy, taking functions of moving from his brain, filling it with you who starts to play with hardened nipples, squeezing them from time to time – low moans leave your opened mouth that obito wants to put his cock into – for another day, he thinks.

he needs to live this moment and enjoy it at the highest level.

after quite a foreplay with your breasts – squeezing, slapping, licking them, you have obito in a state of a needy man whose mind is full of lust, brown eye activates the sharingan because he never wants to forget, the cloak is long forgotten under his feet, cock is standing inside his palm, precum licking from it.

the fingers finally enter your pussy in one go, the head is thrown back, a scream can be heard, minds lose themselves, and sin remains behind.

it’s feels so wrong and so right at the same time; neither of you cares yet the feeling of it drives both of you mad. hunger for one to another rising up with a dangerous rate in sync with your fingers going and out of your now wetter pussy, lewd sounds filling the room travel inside to outside until it reaches the man who jerking himself off while reaching euphoria closer owing to the sight he watches; wide open legs, pussy clenching around the fingers that give pleasure – but he knows well that he is one of your ultimate pleasure givers by only staring at your nearly naked body, eyes blurry, mouth half-open, breasts bouncing in rhythm.

“fuck -!” he swears under his breath, close to the edge like you, hand getting faster. “pretty –“ he says louder, wanting it to reach your ears, and it does. “my pretty girl, go on, give me –“ 

nodding to him, you lower your head down so that you look at each other. 

eye to eye, breath to breath, heart to heart – you see the red eye he has, taking your breath away, and an idea pops inside your mind when you can’t see the lower part of his body. you guess what he’s doing under there but you need to see it, so, you chuckle, teasing him, “oh, my greedy pretty boy, can’t handle watching me like this?” it is a question, indeed, but it doesn’t feel like it. “come closer,” you say, ass moves until you reach the middle of the bed, getting away from him to provoke him. it’s unfair that he can see your pussy yet you can’t see his cock. “please –“ you say, close to the edge, “ooohh, obito –!”

without any control of the body, he moves on his own with the help of eagerness, jumping to the window fast enough to make you rethink your plan once again. the idea vanishes into thin air when your eyes connect with him; standing with his glory, he sits on the edge of the window, the mask is still on but the eye – oh that hazardous eye that can end lives gives life to you now, hands stay on the thighs to show off his thick and long cock – and yes, you open your eyes wider when you see it, precum is all over it. you have to fight with the urge of kneeling down on the ground and taking it into your mouth, sucking it, licking it so that he can fuck you with all that wetness afterward – 

“pretty,” he says after chuckling deeply, taking your mind all to himself – to his presence. “move your fingers,” he orders, sounds deep and sending chills down your spine. you wait no more, readjusting the fingers, going back to the rhythm and rate you had – the difference this time is that you witness how his hand rubbing his cock, up and down, giving a weakness to you that you merely have the power to continue.

want to make him cum, make a mess, wins – you get up on your knees, rising on the bed, three fingers giving you pleasure as you bounce below them, breasts bouncing, acting like it’s his cock you’re bouncing on – riding, you moan his name, “aggh -! o – oohh –obito! please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, neither he is – maybe a bit yet you go on screaming his name, pleases wandering around the room, eyes look at his eye and his cock, a hand holding your breasts from time to time and a sin blooms in the night.

then, he says, “fucking cum.” and you do, your own cum dripping into your fingers – to the sheets, and his white semen flows into his long fingers, ending on the floor.

getting weak – exhausted, you sit down, hands on the bed, looking up, taking a sip of achievement because you drove him mad – too needy, too greedy – and ended up masturbating with you.

a smile appears on your face, he comes closer, and he tilts his head, pointing to your mouth, “open your mouth,” he sounds bossy, alerting you that if you don’t do what he tells you, you will end up in a situation that you face with real menace side of obito, so, you open your dry mouth due to all that moans, and he puts his fingers that full of semen into it. his free hand caresses your hand as you suck his fingers off, bitter taste of the semen that belongs to obito burns the throat – you want more. “my good girl, did that all for me? and even cleaning the mess she caused,” he chuckles, fingers roaming on the lips, hand now holding the neck, kneeling down closer, the eye sparkles – turning the room into the new setting of sin which will bloom sooner than you thought, “will take care of that wet pussy after I fuck this beautiful mouth of yours. will fill all holes with my cum to reward you for the show, my special whore.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina ! special thanks. 🎆

[tagging is open!]

#💦 kinktober 2023 first week #kinktober 2023 #day 4 #uchiha obito #naruto #uchiha obito x reader #uchiha obito x you #uchiha obito x y/n #uchiha obito x f!reader #naruto x reader #naruto smut #obito smut #💌 by me #purple #THE FIRST TIME BUT IT FELT SO GOOD TO WRITE FOR HIM THAT IT TOOK NEARLY 2 K EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO HOLD IT SHORT #well I guess I can say that I have a thing for masked and menace fictional men #thanks for reading!! #obito x you #obito uchiha x reader

[powerfultenderness]

lord powerfultenderness, I don't know how to fully picture it but can we have neighbor könig doing grocery shopping with y/n? Please!~

I swear I saw a post somewhere that said König probably makes bank. And Sugar Daddy König hc born/accepted. This man will spoil you if you give him the chance (and then idk wreck you later?)

Either you were oblivious to the looks strangers gave you, to the way women quickly turned around and went down different aisles, or you didn’t care. It was, in fact, the latter. This big menacing looking guy beside you practically cleared a path wherever you wanted. Busy aisles you’d normally have to do trick maneuvers with your cart? Cleared out when he looked at other shoppers. It was amazing, really.

You stopped and looked up at the shelf, the item you wanted on the very top and if you stretched out…you still couldn’t reach it. Even before you could pout and try again, König reached over and plucked the box of snacks off the shelf and dropped in the basket. 

Maybe it was the way his eyes crinkled a bit, but you could tell he was smiling at you. “Those are car snacks.” 

“Car snacks?”

You nodded and continued to push the cart down the aisle. You’d deviated from your shopping list so much that you were now just going up and down aisles to see if there was anything you needed.

“You know, snacks you keep in the car for emergencies. Like, getting stuck in traffic, or on the side of the road while waiting for a tow truck…or lost…” 

“How often do you get lost?” He laughed, shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his laugh at a reasonable indoor level.

“It was just the one time! My GPS wasn’t working!” It wasn’t your fault downtown was an impossible maze!

“What did you do?” 

“I had a snack and figured it out.” You gave up and went home, but he didn’t need to know that. 

Though he could probably guess with the way he was side eyeing you. You knocked your hip into his side (and he didn’t budge at all!) “What do you say to pasta for dinner?” 

He titled his head, “you’re making dinner for me?”

“Yea, I want to do something nice for you for helping me out.” 

König beamed at you, though you couldn’t see behind his mask and you were currently looking at one of the shelves. “I will eat whatever you cook.”

You laughed, it sounded so weird when he said it like that. “Alright, pasta it is.” 

On the way to the checkout, you happened upon a display of clothing, mostly blouses and tee shirts, but some printed leggings as well. “Ooh, that’s cute.” You stopped and picked up a strappy sundress printed with your favorite flowers. “And my size!” You cheered to yourself as you looked at the tag. You flipped it over to check the price tag then set the dress back on the rack. “Pssh, not that cute.” 

You looked at him just as he turned away from the dress you liked. “Hey, can you wait in line while I run and get my prescription?” 

He nodded and took over pushing the cart as you handed him your debit card, “just in case it takes too long.” 

It was a good thing you handed him your card too! There was a bit of wait while your prescription was transferred to the new in store pharmacy. You half debated whether or not you should just leave to pick it up another day, but you already missed a day and didn’t want to throw off the effects. 

By the time you had your medication, König was waiting for you out front. “Sorry about that!” 

He shook his head, “no problem.” And handed you the receipt and your card back. 

You giggled as he loaded the bags in almost one scoop into the back of his truck. Your car was currently in the shop and he very quickly offered to help you out in the meantime. 

“Thank you so much!” You smiled at him once all of the groceries were sitting on your counter. 

“Anytime.” He answered simply.

 “Still up for dinner tonight?” 

He nodded, “of course.” 

The little short answers, no hearty laugh included, were weird. But maybe he just had enough company for a few hours. “Alright, I’ll pop over later then?” 

“Goodbye.” He nodded again and quickly left you alone.

Weird…

Whatever. Maybe he’ll feel better once he…oh! 

You pulled out one of the very dresses you thought was cute, but too expensive, from one of the bags. König’s doing? You checked the receipt and it wasn’t listed. He…bought it himself? And hid it from you? Suddenly the way he was acting nervous before he left made sense. 

-

König’s stomach flipped and his face burned when he opened the door later that night. You were standing in front of him wearing the dress he bought. “You look like an angel.” 

You smiled and spun around, the dress flaring cutely as you did so. “I can’t believe you bought this! Thank you so much! But, let me repay you?” 

“No. Have dinner with me?” 

You giggled, you were already having dinner with him! “You sneaky man! Come on, let’s go!” You then grabbed one of his hands and started to pull him out and towards your flat.

“Wait. Let me lock up.” He fished his keys out of his pocket and locked the door with one hand, refusing to pull out of your touch. 

“Oh. right!” 

“You didn’t lock up, did you?” 

“What! It’s just right there!”   

König was laughing again as he followed you to your home, a dopey smile you couldn’t see lighting his eyes 

[More neighbor König]

#anonymous #könig x reader #konig x reader #neighbor!könig #könig x fem reader #blurb #her prescription was birth control loloolll you cant be running out of that with him around #and idk the stores around here have clothing/electronic/toy sections so i hope this doesn't sound too weird

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

 “Did you find them?” Sid asked, referring to mom and Neil who were supposed to have arrived at the expo today, like they told us. 

“Are you sure it was the Hilton?” Dewey asked, looking between us two. 

“Mhm,” She said and we both nodded to him. 

“They’re not registered there.” Dewey looked at us sympathetically, “Could they have stayed somewhere else?” 

“I don’t know, I guess.” Sid said as she rubbed her head for the millionth time. I pulled her hand away from her face and held it in mine. 

“Don’t worry girls, we’ll find them, okay?” Dewey reassured us as he put his hand on Sid’s knee. 

An officer walked by placing a paper on Dewey;s desk and saying something about the mask. Dewey said he’ll “Be right back” as he pushed in his chair and walked off. “(Y/n), what if they can’t find (m/n) and dad?” Sid asked in a sad and quiet tone with little sniffles. Smiling up at her the best I could right now I said, “Hey, just like Dewey said, they’ll find them Sid. I bet mom and  Neil are okay wherever they are.” Pushing her hair back from her face she responded, “Wouldn’t he want us to know that though?” At this point I just looked away. I didn’t know what to tell her. Right when I turned my head is when I made direct eye contact with Billy, a chill ran down my spine and all over my arms. He was pleading to me with a silent voice. “Hey tell em, Sidney, come one, (y/n), tell em!” Billy finally shouted as they led him out of the room. Sid refused to look and see but me? I had a clear view of his pleas for help, part of me felt bad. Right when Billy was dragged out Tatum walked in and right to us. She rushed right to Sid’s side holding her close saying, “Oh Sid, I’m gonna getcha out of here. Okay?” Nodding in response, Sid just sniffled and cried a little. 

  Watching these two in front of me made me realise just how much of a family we really… aren’t. I mean the way Sidney might view it yeah for sure, we talk to each other and spend time together but when it comes down to it they’ll leave me in the background while they huddle to protect her. If this were a horror movie I know I wouldn’t be the final girl, Sidney would. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I overheard Dewey and Sheriff Burke. They’re talking about how it’s hard to track the buyer for the costume and they won’t be able to access the phone account until tomorrow. I couldn’t hear anymore after Tatum just groaned, “Ugh come on,” as she stood by Sid. I’m really hoping it wasn’t Billy, I care about him a lot even if he can be a little… menacing at times. He does his best for Sid and that’s all that matters.

 “Hey Dewey, can we go now?” Tatum asked her older brother, impatience written all over her face. 

“Hold on a second,” He said, pointing his forefinger up in our direction. 

“What did mom tell ya? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law,” Dewey basically whined out to Tatum. 

“I’m sorry deputy Dewey boy but we’re ready to go!” Tatum shouted in a huff as she gathered her things, “Now, okay?!” 

“Uh take ‘em out the back way, avoid that circus.” Burke said as he patted Dewey’s back and pointed towards the back door. 

The whole station was laughing at Dewey and Tatum’s bickering as we rushed for the doors. 

“There she is, Sydney!” Oh well I guess the Devil will always seek you out when you least expect it. “Hi, some night, what happened, are you alright?” Gale asked, shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“She’s not answering any questions alright? Just leave us alone,” Tatum said in a tired-of-this-shit tone. 

“No no, Tatum it’s okay she’s just doing her job, right Gale?” Sid smiled and lightly pushed Tatum back towards me. 

Judging by her voice, Sidney is about to throw down. 

“Yes that right,” Gale nodded, still shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“So how’s the book?” Sid asked, a sarcastic and scorch sound to her voice. 

“Well, it’ll be out later this year.” 

“Oh, I’ll look for it.” Sid said, he voice cracking for the tears and sobs trying to escape. 

I whispered over to Tatum, “Grab Sid. Now.” Tatum did exactly as I said. 

Just in time too since Gale said, “I’ll send you a copy!” 

Sid went to turn around and punch her but Tatum held her back with all her strength. This allowed me to take her place and land a clean right hook to Gale’s left cheek pushing her back and down into her camera man. Words could be heard from all the people behind her but I wasn’t listening. 

Dewey ran up to us and escorted Tatum, Sid, and I to his patrol car. 

“Where’d you learn to punch like that?” Dewey asked as he held onto my arm. 

“Mom was a boxer before she got with Neil,” I said as I slammed the car door. 

“(Y/n) why did you do that?” Sidney asked me, looking in confusion. 

“What, you think I’m going to risk my sister facing legal action in the middle of this shit show? I’d rather land in the slammer than you Sid,” I said as I placed my head on her shoulder. 

“See Tatum why can’t you be like that?” Dewey whined from the front seat. 

“Because you’re my big brother Dewey you’re supposed to defend me!” And so the sibling bickery ensued once again. 

  Once we made it to Tatum’s we got dressed in our pajamas and just lounged around Tatum’s room. I guess my clothes weren’t up-to-par with the latest fashion because right when I walked in I earned an “ugh” from Tatum. “What?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning on the doorway with a goofy grin. “Well one, you always wear those ridiculous shirts, and two, change whatever you’re doing.” Standing up straight I tug down at my shirt, it was just a Pet Sematary shirt, I guess I do wear a lot of horror stuff. “I get why you don’t like the shirt but what’s wrong with what I was doing?” I asked in a genuinely confused tone. Tatum got up to cup my face and squeeze it. “You’ve been spending too much time with Billy and Stu, we need to re-acclimate you to society.” She said and she pouted her lip, feigning pity for my accidental new traits. While Tatum was shuffling through her drawers I looked over at Sid. I mouthed, “Aren’t you going to do something?” Sid shrugged and mouthed back, “What am I supposed to do?” I tossed my arms up in the arm and mouthed, “Anything.”

   Tatum then threw something purple and soft right at my face. “There, go put those on then come back so I can braid your hair!” Tatum excitedly squealed. “We’re going to take cute pictures so hurry!” She shouted down the hall. Rushing to the bathroom I turned on the light, releasing a breath I held in… I’m just a little scared after tonight, I don’t know what’s lurking in the dark places anymore. I examined the set of small shorts and a smooth satin sleeping hirt. I quickly threw them on before heading back to Tatum’s room. When I came back I heard Tatum laughing. 

“God I loved it! I’ll send you a copy, BAM, bitch went down!” Tatum imitated the event. Punching her stuffed rabbit. 

Moving to sit up she again said, “I’ll send you a copy, bam! (Y/n), super bitch!” Tatum exclaimed shoving her arms out to the side. “She is so cool.” 

I moved over to her vanity, careful not to make any noise because I wanted to bask in the fame. 

Dewey walked in saying, “Thought (y/n) might want some ice for that right hook” Just had to run it Dewey. 

“Over here Dewey,” I said as I sat at the end closest to the door. 

Dewey tossed me the greenish ice pouch before I said, “Thanks.” 

“I’ll be right next door, try to get some sleep.” Dewey said as Tatum waved him off. 

I hopped onto the same bed as Tatum, I wanted to give Sid her space since she’s going through a lot right now. 

Turning to me Tatum asked, “Do you really think Billy did it?” 

My heart was telling me to say no but all that came out of my mouth was, “He was there Tatum…” 

“He was destined to have a flaw, I knew he was too perfect.” Tatum said as she bobbed her head. 

Hearing the phone ring in the other room just gave me instant chills, so did the knock at Tatum’s door right after. 

“Telephone honey,” Tate’s mom walked in.

“Who is it?” Tatum asked as we turned to look at Mrs. Riley. 

“It’s for the girls,” She said, making Sid turn her entire body. 

“Is it my dad?” Her question was eager with hope in her voice. 

“I don’t think so,” Tatum’s mom said as she gave a sympathetic smile. 

Sid turned back over, having no interest in the matter anymore. 

“Take a message,” Tatum said, leaning back against the headboard. 

Getting up I said, “No it’s okay, I’ll answer it.” It might be something important, even if it isn’t our parents. 

As I walked out I could hear the pitter-patter of Sid’s sock covered footsteps follow me to the phone. 

“Hello?” I asked, crossing my fear arm over my chest. 

“Hello, (y/n).” Oh no, the voice was obviously the ghost masked man from just hours ago. His words were drawn out just hoping for a reaction. 

I gave him exactly what he wanted, “No! Stop, stop this now!” I wailed out.

Sidney came to my side, along with Tatum and her family. 

“Poor Sidney’s Billy boyfriend, that guy doesn’t stand a chance with her.” This Ghostface said in mock gossip as if he were one of the girls. 

“Leave me and my sister alone! You Jack Torrance sounding creep!” I exclaimed, shaking from the pure rage and fear that swam through my body. 

“Looks like your sister fingered the wrong guy, again!” The masked murderer snarled on the other side of the line. 

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked in complete confusion by his words. Tatum and Sidney were begging me to hang up the phone. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough, I promise.” He said before letting his line go dead. 

“What?!” Dewey exclaimed as he rushed out to us a little too late. We were already walking back to the room 

  I couldn’t sleep for the entire night, neither could Sid and Tatum. We tried keeping our minds off of things by doing light hearted girly stuff like braiding each other's hair, painting our nails, taking cute pictures with Tatum’s instant camera. I just wasn’t ready to leave the warm security of our friend’s home tomorrow morning. 

#scream 1996 #scream fanfic #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #billy x reader #scream #scream x yn #stu x reader

[seek--rest]

Inspired by this because @missamyshay is a menace

MJ is exhausted.

She’s not sure what she expected about becoming the lead— the grueling rehearsals and back and forth and back again from fickle directors is something MJ’s been more than aware of ever since she started auditioning.

She’s worked her way up from the chorus to the secondary, never really getting the chance to be front and center until her last play Turtle Drive became a runaway hit— surprising everyone, least of all herself, with how well people responded to it.

Critics were divided, as to be expected from a biopic of a forgotten 90s singer but audiences were engrossed— the one bright spot consistently done in reviews being that of MJ’s performance as the stereotypically sassy Black best friend, having a song that felt on the nose in its satire despite how much MJ tried to sell it.

And sell it she did, with every ounce of her being— determined to prove that she had the chops to make it and move above the bit parts she’s always been relegated to.

Tuttle Drive’s success paved the way for her role now as Edith in Taking Flight, a monstrous beast of a thing that sought to combine all of Shakespeare’s works together in a fictional town out of New England.

Edith was a difficult character, an impossible amalgamation of Juliet, Ophelia, Katharina, and Beatrice that made MJ’s head spin. When she first read the script, she had thought it was daring and inventive— interesting and so very different.

Now, after weeks of rehearsal on a spinning turn table and going over numbers that felt less innovative and more confounding— MJ was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.

It’s what she’s thinking of, amongst other things like what she’ll finally get to eat today when she sees a shadow pass over her— glancing up and seeing a familiar rush of red and blue.

“How you doing tonight, ma’am?” Spider-Man asks, MJ smirking as she glances up and then keeps walking.

“Just fine, spidey,” she says, imagining the look on Peter’s face underneath the mask. He has a habit of doing this, finding her on his patrol in what the calls an attempt to make sure she’s okay.

What MJ isn’t so fond off are the Daily Bugle reports later, hating the idea that her new play might get even more press in all the wrong ways as she hears him snort.

“What’s the hold up, lady?” He says, his voice shifting until it’s that odd mix of a Transatlantic newscaster and old-school New Yorker. “You got somewhere to be?”

“I do actually,” she says, glancing up as he hops from one branch to another. “My husband’s waiting for me.”

“Is he now?” Peter asks, MJ seeing some tourists out of the corner of her eye. “Must not be a good one then.”

“Excuse me?” She asks, glancing up only for Peter to make his presence known in the weirdest way possible.

He knows that she loves him entirely but the more spidery parts of him were her least favorite.

Which is why Peter— hanging upside down right in front of her— was all but an act of war as she frowns.

“Pretty lady like you, walking the streets all by yourself?” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “What kinda man is that?”

“Are you saying I can’t walk home by myself?” She asks teasingly, watching as he tilts his head.

“I think you can do anything you set your mind to Miz Watson,” he says, his tone still joking even if MJ can still hear the sincerity in it. He knows how much she’s been worried about the play and while he can’t say as much here and now— with a family of tourists staring at the two of them intently. “Why, you’re a famous Broadway star.”

“Not that famous.”

“Famous enough that it can be dangerous, walking here all by your lonesome,” he says, hearing the laugh in his voice.

MJ glares at him, the white eyes of the mask staring back at her.

“Well, miz Watson?” He asks, MJ holding back the urge to laugh from his dumb accent. “What do you say?”

“I guess,” she says with a laugh.

“Trust me, ma’am. No sirree, you won’t regret it,” he says, seeing the bystanders around them turn.

This will definitely end up trending somewhere, seeing the phone angled in her direction.

Never have, she thinks to herself as Spider-Man loops his arms with hers and leads them forward— trusting him to take her home.

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #peter parker #mj watson

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Mlekragg

Unsurprisingly, multiple people read the entry and immediately clocked what this was. (Thank you for not actually making a guess in text, so that people who don't recognize it are able to work without that preconception.) I didn't want to leave it out, because the mythological ones are fun, but unlike some of the others, the modern conception of this beast is pretty much exactly what the bestiary says.

Anyway, as always, if you don't know what I'm talking about, you can find an explanation for this whole thing at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. If you want to join in, the new entry for each week is tagged with "maniculum bestiaryposting" so it should be findable. This week's entry can be reviewed here:

Below the cut you will find the drawings responding to it, in roughly chronological order:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) decided to branch out in an unusual direction with this one, in order to avoid drawing the creature they'd identified from the entry and also have some fun with it. I just think this is some quality creature design. Love the mask-thing, love the springy tail, and that's a really good rendering of a cuttlefish face IMHO. There's a really interesting explanation for all of these features, what inspired them and how it all works together, in the linked post, which you should go read.

@moonygryffin (link to post here) took a more direct approach, with the twist that the creature here is modeled on American fauna rather than ones the medieval Europeans would have been aware of. The body is a mountain lion, and the man-like head is a golden-headed lion tamarin, which of course comes with its own mane. I enjoy the choice to not use a lion lion, but rather two animals with "lion" in their name; also I've always thought lion tamarins were very cool-looking. For more details -- and an example of an attempt by MoonyGryffin to draw the same creature several years ago -- see the linked post. (Also thank you for providing alt text.)

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) has made an attempt to take the entry literally without drawing the creature she has recognized, which is a challenge considering how specific the description is. I think the decision to give it flea legs to help with that exceptional jumping is clever. SweetlyFez describes the result as an "awful creature" and... honestly I can't argue, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near one of these. In fact I think I'm going to wrap up this commentary and scroll down so I don't keep making eye contact with it.

@pomrania has also decided to go the route of "let's get weird with it", and avoided the literal interpretation by re-analyzing the word "has". This is similar to that style of joke one hears now and then -- you know, "he has the heart of a poet... he keeps it in a jar at home." (Incidentally, props to Mary Shelley for being perhaps the only person who could make that claim and not be kidding.) So this creature has the face of a man and the body of a lion, not in the sense that it was born with them, but in the sense that it keeps them as possessions. Very clever, and the underlying creature design is also fantastically creepy in my opinion.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) mentions that she didn't recognize the description, and has given us this really cool-looking, rather menacing creature in their excellent medieval style. (This is why I insist on not naming the beasts even when it seems clear what it is -- this amazing piece of art might have looked entirely different if someone posted a spoiler.) I'm really struck by how it simultaneously looks like a patchwork sort of creature (different front & back legs, etc.) but all flows together into a cohesive whole. Just really well done, I think. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has drawn the creature mid-leap, showing off its jumping prowess by shooting straight up into the air. I think this drawing does a very good job at combining human and lion anatomy to make something unsettling -- and the inclusion of the skull diagram up in the top left points to the amount of thought that went into this. As always, please check out the linked post for a detailed discussion of the design. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@strixcattus (link to post here) has drawn one that's oddly cute, and looks a bit worried. However, according to the description they've written in the linked post, this reaction on my part is probably going to get me killed, because apparently they're still quite vicious. I like it, though -- and, as always, I urge you to go read the linked post for this one.

On to the Aberdeen Bestiary... oh, we can't, actually. This is another missing page. So here's the illustration from the Ashmole Bestiary instead:

So, first of all, this is indeed the manticore, and I'm sure most if not all of the people who said they had guessed it got that correct.

Second, we can also note that all the artists who said something along the lines of "well we know about the issues of drawing medieval scorpions, so the scorpion-tail description doesn't need to be literal" were also correct there. Apparently this time a scorpion tail is just spiky all over, which I have to admit does look kinda cool.

Now let's address the elephant in the room. WHAT is that thing on its HEAD? My best guess is that it's meant to be a crown -- medieval art often sticks hats on nonhuman creatures with human faces, almost as if the artist wants to make sure you know it looks like a human head on purpose. I don't see crowns that often, though; usually it's just a cloth hat. (The one in Bodley MS 764, where I got the text for this entry, is clearly wearing a Phrygian cap.) I find myself unable to see it as anything but a daring hairstyle that is absolutely not working for it, though.

Anyway. The manticore is an odd one in its continuity here -- a lot of the mythical creatures in the bestiary have been changed, reinterpreted, or forgotten in the intervening centuries. I think maybe the manticore happens to have hit that sweet spot where it's popular enough that people remember it, but not so popular that it gets excessively telephoned through widespread transmission. I think a couple people noted that the Standard Fantasy manticore is more or less spot on to this description, and indeed, I can only think of one change:

(Art from the Magic: the Gathering card "Crimson Manticore", artist Daniel Gelon)

At some point, those bastards got wings. It's not universal at this time, but if you do an image search for "manticore", the majority of the modern ones are winged. I'm not really sure where that came from.

(Side note: I tested this by doing a Google image search, and one of the top results was a particularly odd-looking image, so I clicked on it out of curiosity. It was at the top of an... article? on a webpage I'd never heard of, and the opening of said article included the sentence, "In medieval bestiaries and art, the manticore was depicted with unique features such as paws, teeth, and fur." You don't say there, bud.)

Interestingly, the D&D manticore is slightly different from the description in an additional way.

Instead of a scorpion tail, it has a tail covered in spines. This has apparently been part of the D&D manticore since the beginning -- the above image is from 2e, but the 1e version had the same tail. (I just didn't use it because it's not as clear in the picture.)

Now, scroll back up to that Ashmole Bestiary image. The one where the tail doesn't really look anything like a scorpion's. Looks... similar to this in broad concept.

I doubt that Gygax or Arneson or whoever designed that aspect of their manticore after one bestiary image, so I popped over to bestiary.ca to see what else was out there. Out of the 38 medieval manticore images collected on that website, there are only two with a tail covered in spikes: the Ashmole manticore and one other that's clearly just a less-skilled artist working from the same image (it also has the same hat). Looking at the text sources, though:

"...it has a tail like a land scorpion, in which there is a sting; it darts forth the spines with which it is covered instead of hair..." -- Aristotle, De animalibus

"To the end of its tail is attached the sting of a scorpion, and this might be over a cubit in length; and the tail has stings at intervals on either side." -- Aelianus, On the Characteristics of Animals

Okay, that's the D&D version, mystery solved. New question: is it a coincidence that the Ashmole illustration fits Aelianus's description? Remember, the page is missing from the Aberdeen bestiary and the Ashmole bestiary isn't translated. The text comes from Bodley MS 764, which does not have a spiky-tailed manticore. My Latin is terrible and I'm untrained in palaeography, so I can't tell whether the entry there preserves the spiky description.

If any palaeographers out there want to solve this one for me, it's Bodleian MS Ashmole 1511, f.22v-23r, available digitally here. (I'll put some screenshots below, but I expect it's easier to zoom properly on the library's digitized manuscript.)

Okay, that's all I've got. Enjoy your week everyone.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #mlekragg

[okkalo]

Hihi!

First of all, love your writing,

Second of all, I hope you’re day is going well!

And third of all, I have a request! I read your work for Bachira and was wondering if you could do some Bachira x reader sleepover headcanons, I just think he’d totally be the face masks and pillow forts type of guy ngl. As of length, do whichever you feel up to writing :>

- 🪻

hi 🪻 anon! this is such a cute request jsjdke bachira is definitely a sucker for sleepovers!! and thank you for the kind words! my day has been ok but i hope yours is going good as well!

character: bachira

sleepover!

- this man is a MENACE at sleepovers

- he is the guy that keeps everyone awake

- but this guy is also your boyfriend so i guess you’re used to it

- he was so excited when you said yes to his sleepover idea

- literally jumps on you as soon as you arrive at his house and smothers you in kisses to share his joy

- his mom LOVES to see you btw

- you can literally spend hours just talking to her she’s so nice and loves talking to you

- if it weren’t for bachira impatiently waiting for you to finish your conversation you would’ve talked to her the whole time (bachira usually joins but was way too excited this time)

- tackles you to his bed to give you more kisses

“meguru! calm down,” you tried to push him off of you, though he dodged your attempts. thankfully, he stopped with his wet kisses to hover over you, yellow eyes piercing into your own.

“let’s make a pillow fort!” he exclaimed, jumping off of you to start gathering the materials.

- he’s so random help

- but anyways you guys start gathering pillow

- and bro’s mischievous side comes out and he literally just chucks one at you

- you glare at him? he’s acting innocent

- in fact he even points at his stuffed animal sitting on the bed, acting like the stuffed animal threw it (you have one just like it, he bought them so he could have matching plushies with you <3)

- so, you did the right thing and threw a pillow right back at him

- has the audacity to look betrayed

- and that’s when the pillow fight began.

- you ended up knocking his pillow out of his hands so he was defenseless

- and instead of giving in he literally just tackles you

- and starts tickling you.

“wait—meguru please! s-stop!” you struggled with your breaths, trying your hardest to wiggle out of his grasp. he makes sure to keep you down, enjoying the sound of your laughter ringing out.

“say you love me!” he at least stops tickling so you can gather your breath to give him the reply he so wanted to hear.

“i love you, meguru,” you make sure to look him in the eye as you state it. it didn’t help your case though, instead he started tickling you again. “what!? i-i did wh-at you said!”

“now say you love me to the moon and back!” you could only roll your eyes at his antics, glad he stopped tickling you again. you were much smarter this time, slipping your fingers through his so his hands were now occupied.

“i love you to the moon and back!” you sealed your statement off with a kiss, making sure to distract him from the tickle fight. thankfully, it worked.

- after you both separated from your kiss he looked at you, a soft smile on his face.

- “i love you too!”

- you two finished your fort not long after, feeling proud of your shared build.

- it was after you both had time to rest when you brought up face masks

- his eyes lit up

- “do you have the bubble one?”

- you gave him a smile as you nod your head

- he loves bubble masks and i stand by this statement.

- he helps you put yours on, making sure to give your cheeks kisses before doing so

- you both decided to watch a movie while waiting for your masks to be done

- he throws popcorn at you for no reason whatsoever.

- once your masks were done he helped you take your off

- he demands to be the one to rinse your face off

- makes an absolute mess when he does though. water EVERYWHERE

- is so gentle when rubbing your face with water though so it’s okay

- beware he will bite your cheek once done though

- expects you to rinse his face too!

- you both finish and decide to go back to your fort and watch the rest of the movie

- cuddles are definitely involved

- you probably fall asleep before the movie ends though

- he actually lets you fall asleep and is cautious not to wake you up as he turns the movie off

“love you lots, y/n,” he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead, snuggling into you to fall asleep as well.

unedited thanks for reading!

#requests #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock drabbles #bllk drabbles #blue lock bachira #bllk bachira #meguru bachira #bachira meguru #bachira x reader

[squids-comics]

This set of panels right here is a great case study on what makes a comic action scene truly great. The action of this scene is amazing, but it doesn't feel that way to read. Doctor Doom catching Cap's shield and throwing it back at him is a huge move that, when played right, could have the impact that Cap grabbing Mjolnir in Endgame had on audiences. This set of panels makes that jaw dropping scene feel awkward and clunky. Lets dissect why!!

Before we get started, a quick reminder and introduction for everyone new, I am an aspiring comic writer!! I have read thousands of comics and even written a few of my own! If you like my analysis, you should check out my writing! I've got all my comic scripts up on my Wattpad and I'm slowly posting them on my Tumblr as well! Now, on with the analysis!!

The first thing that jumps out to me is the focus of the panels. Comic panels can only show you a brief snapshot of the action, leaving you to fill in the spaces between, kind of like a real bad flip book animation. Because it can only show a few key frames of the action, it's very important to be critical about the action they showcase. We have three panels for this brief action stunt:

Cap throws the shield, Doom gloats

The shield flies at Doom, Doom gloats

Doom throws it back, Doom gloats, Cap narrates

The main purpose of this stunt is to show how dangerous Doom is. Not only is he a genius with enough sci-fi weaponry to make a Mandalorian jealous, he's a tough fighter with real fast reflexes. This is shown by having him catch the shield, something Cap has never had to deal with before! So isn't it weird that we don't actually get to see the catch itself? We know it happens based on Doom throwing it back and Cap's narration, but we don't even get to see Doom touch the shield. If I could redo the three panels, they'd go a little something like this:

Cap throws the shield

Doom catches the shield, Doom gloats

Doom throws it back, Doom gloats

Now you might have noticed that I also changed the structure of the dialogue. This is to fix a major problem I have with all comics from this era, the over reliance on dialogue. Have you ever heard of show don't tell? Well apparently Stan Lee hasn't. In every fight scene, there is always at least one person spelling out the action for the reader. It gets kind of annoying after a while. I would definitely cut out Cap's narration because with a good panel layout and good pacing, it's completely unnecessary. I'd also tone down Doom's taunting, as five speech bubbles in three panels just to berate someone is a lot. I'd lower it to three bubbles.

Panel one Doom doesn't say a word, not wanting to give his hand away. This silence would make Doom's actions more mysterious. By insulting Cap, the reader can guess that Doom has a plan. By staying silent, Cap (and by proxy, the reader) could be led to assume that they caught Doom off guard. This would lend even more impact to Doom's big catch, as it shows Doom is a menacing foe even when he seems unprepared.

Panel two, Doom would get two bubbles. He's a very arrogant and prideful man, so he would definitely hurl some insults Cap's way. Especially after catching his shield. I would have his first bubble say "Masked fool! You still do not suspect the true extent of my power!", with the second saying "I am any man's master!". These are good lines for sure, but I feel like they'd have a much bigger impact after the catch, rather than before.

And finally for panel three, I'd keep the "Do I make myself clear, you witless peasant?" line because it's a wonderful line in the perfect spot.

One other potential change you could do is in the actual action itself. This stunt is a great way to show off Doom's character, both in terms of physical ability and his personality through his taunting. We are meant to see how arrogant and prideful and overconfident he is through his constant insults. But any character can talk the talk. A real good character can walk the walk. Any character can speak, a real good character doesn't need to. Their actions speak for them. In panel three, Doom throws Cap's shield back at him, turning Cap's offensive into his own. But what if instead, he showcased his arrogance by giving Cap another chance? Instead of attacking Cap with the shield, Doom could slide it along the floor, passing it back to Cap. This would show how Doom is so full of himself that he doesn't even consider Cap a threat. He would essentially be saying "That attack won't work on me. Try something better.". And if that level of arrogance doesn't scream Doom, then I don't know what does!

But anyways, those are just my thoughts! Let me know what you think of them, and what changes you would do! Thank you for reading!!

Panels from: Avengers #25

#comics #comic books #dc comics #web comics #mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #c #comic panels #marvel comics #comic strip #doctor doom #victor von doom #captain america #steve rogers #the avengers #creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers block #writers #write #rewrite

[hollow-indigo]

hiii !!! ik this isnt abt the 3 main ocs but ... do u have any more info on the maskmaked, the messenger and their siblings ? i saw them in a wisteria and fallen post once and ever since ive been so curious but i cant find any stuff abt them ! thank uuuu !!!

Ah yes! some of my silliest OCs

Let’s start with…

The Maskmaker (They/Them)

of course, the Maskmaker lives up to their name, making masks that either serve as a cosmetic item, or something to help up your defense, attack, etc. They’re taller than most people (I believe last time we talked about it we decided 14ft fall through for convenience of getting through doorways that might change). They are very playful and lighthearted… unless you’re a rude customer. Rude customers get used for the Maskmaker’s personal project. The Maskmaker is also wearing a mask of their own creation. one that makes their face look more friendly, so people aren’t scared to approach them. They are the one who helped Fallen learn to hop between AUs, as well as the one who made their mask for them. They always greet people with “Welcome back”. their eyesight isn’t usually the best, so when they think they’ve seen you before, either they’ve seen an alternate timeline of you, or an AU of you.

The Messenger (They/Them)

A Creature made of a mist/smoke like substance, with 5 glowing yellow eyes and is cold to the touch. I only say the eyes part because the best image I have of them is a side profile, which is the image above. The Messenger is a being faster than light. Summoning them to deliver a message is often more effective than anything else, especially since their messages can be delivered across universes and even multiverses. As is obvious in the Image, the Messenger and Wisteria are quite close, the Messenger being the few people Wisteria trusts to actually fall asleep around for once. However, unfortunately due to how busy the Messenger tends to be, they can’t always help Wisteria when he needs it. Messenger’s voice claim (aka the only solid voice claim I have) is Markiplier. While their face and probably their jacket will stay the same, their design is mostly unfinished and is subject to change.

The Ringmaster (They/Them) (is currently being redesigned so i’m putting their inspiration image as a replacement)

The Ringmaster is quite different from the other two, their job focuses more on entertainment rather than a craft or a service. The Ringmaster hosts their own game show, only accessible to few. All contestants are picked randomly, their consciousness being transported to the game show while they sleep, causing many people to think “woah. weird ass dream”. The two ways to wake up from what the players perceive as a dream is to either lose a game in the game show (which “kills” them) or to win the entire thing. If you win, you get a few things. Some money, a signed poster, and an invitation to be a spectator of the show whenever you wish. If you lose, the pain lingers from the death suffered for only a few minutes after waking up. (So, essentially, deadly mario party. but, no one actually dies, and also you can end up in a game with Kris Deltarune and an Inkling from splatoon.) If someone refuses to cooperate and play the game, then the Ringmaster threatens the life of the person they love most. They always know who to choose, and it always works.

The Dollmaker (They/Them) (who is also currently being redesigned but I have no replacement pictures)

🐇 (<- the placeholder)

The Dollmaker, resembling a living rabbit plushie, if you can guess, makes dolls! Similarly to their siblings, they are also quite tall, but less in the menacing way and more in the “holy shit giant huggable creature” way. Both their presence and their dolls create a sense of comfort to anyone nearby, which naturally draws the attention of those who wish for something to remember their lost loved ones by. The Dollmaker has squeakers in their paws, and their mouth is actually on their chest, giving the illusion of a doll with a voice box. The Dollmaker constantly gives off the scent of cotton candy. They have a strong sense of justice and for what certain things the Messenger does, they don’t have the best relationship with them. The Dollmaker often feels too guilty to charge any sort of price for their dolls if it’s one made to mimic the appearance of someone who had passed, but they’ll eventually give in if you’re insistent enough.

those are the only ones so far, this post will probably be edited once I have actual references for all of them, and once I have a proper tag for the Maskmaker’s family

I hope I didn’t miss anything lol-

#grape flavored ramblings #indigo loredump hype

[csamhp]

Pelipper Mail - Birthday Gifts for Polaris!!!!

A rather large package arrives. opening it reveals a bunch of gifts.

[The first is a rather large cake in a brown box. It. Looks cursed to say the very least.

The icing is menacingly red and clumpy and written on the top in blue is "Happy birth" with the rest of the word smudged off in travel. On top of the cake are the number candles 36. Pink sprinkles have been put atop it to make it look less menacing. Upon slicing and eating the cake you would find it actually was perfectly cooked and mixed, the decoration had just gone awry.

The first proper present is a landyard with a bunch of hisuian pokemon on it, and some keychains and badges already attached to it.

The second is a thick set of pink gloves with purple accents, and a matching pink gas mask, custom made to fit polaris.

The third is a bunch of Pochacco from Sanrio merch. Including a bracelet, a fluffy hat, and a plushie, along with a bunch of trinkets from a familiar arcade.

The fourth is some books, a book of poems, written in ancient Sinnohian, a childrens book about two cyndaquil going on adventures and a book on enamourus.

The fifth is a bunch of johtoian candy and parischu themed beanie with big blue spikes.

And last, is a bunch of letters]

"Happy birthday!!!

We thought we would all send our stuff together to save on shipping, but I think you can guess who sent what!

Sorry the cakes a disaster, we were going for good but ended up with memeably bad. We couldn't find a 27 candle, so congratulations, you're 36 now! I'll let everyone write their peices now (making them change colours to seperate whose who)

I notice you're always loosing your things, I hope the landyard helped. Sprite helped me decorate it. Please take care of yourself. -Beedrill

Helloo proffesorr!!!! Hope you like the glvoes!! I know you're immune to poison but i think they could still be helpful handling the quilfish at the santurary (they ouch) also im purple because Tari "bagsed" blue smh

-Casey (^._.^)

Happy birthday Proffesor Polaris!! I really like sanrio- idk if you do, but you've always reminded me of Pochacco and, everyone else has matching bracelets for the character I've assigned them so I thought it would be cute idk

Much love Tari xoxo

I thought of you when at a bookstore. I also have something else to show you when you're home. I love you Polaris.

Delta.

Finally !! Happy birthday from your son, who loves you very much. I've been looking at games to play when you get back home, 'n a couple have caught my fancy. 'm sorry. for messing things up. But. 'm. I hope I can be better for you.

You're amazing bubs.

-Sprite Crimson Chroma :>"

i dont...know what to say. i had completely forgotten today was my birthday, but you all remembered. i feel very loved. thank you so much. i'm going to write a separate bit for all of you.

first of all, the cake made me laugh. congrats i am now a decade older. oh my. it tasted wonderful, despite its appearance.

Beedrill: The lanyard is lovely and very cute. I've put my keys on them, and as such will never lose them again. It's a very thoughtful gift. The keychains and pins are very sweet as well.

Casey: The gloves are very nice. I was thinking about buying a pair for myself and you beat me to it, so thank you very much. The pink gas mask is also very cool, and I'm sure it'll do me well when we inevitably introduce the stunky line to the sanctuary haha.

Tari: I remember your sanrio critters. You made Delta Kuromi i think. Pochacco is a very cute little character. I think you picked well for me. I'm wearing the bracelet on my lanyard, as I fear it would snap on my working hands. The plushie and the hat are very very soft and nice. And the arcade trinkets are wonderful, they will go straight on the shelf once im home

Delta: I've never seen nor heard of this book of poems. It's incredible Delta. And the cyndaquil book- I had a very similar one growing up. It's gone now of course but- You act like you aren't good at giving gifts but you are very adept. And the Enamorus book is also wonderful. They will give me wonderful things to read on the plane home. And of course a secret other thing. I shouldn't be surprised haha.

Sprite: Hello, my wonderful, loving son. I miss you so much. The beanie is very cute. There is a pachirisu litter who came into the sanctuary. They are named after stars. One of them is very sweet and a bit too comfortable with people. Will you laugh at me if I come home with her? She comes to my window and she makes me smile. I hope I can play video games with you soon.

And for all of you: I love you all so much, and I miss you dearly. I'm trying to come home as soon as I can, but I barely have the energy to get out of bed, let along push my wheelchair without- him. (Beedrill: I promise Bird is being well taken care of. She still sleeps by me and I read her bedtime stories.) I promise I will come home as soon as I am feeling better. I promise. I love you all so so very much.

Oh. and Skie wanted to attach this video for you.

[A video is attached.]

[Watch it?]

[Skie and Bird are walking in front of the camera, Skie seems excited while Bird seems a bit nervous. Skie is holding....what could be considered a cake, with the candles "36" lit up. Bird gently pushes open a door to what must be Polaris' room. The lights are off, and Skie quickly turns the light switch on.

Polaris grumbles from their bed, and Skie snorts, gently ushering Bird over to go properly wake up Polaris. Bird trots over to the bed, gently and shyly nudging at Polaris to get up. They sit up, rubbing their eyes and murmuring something unintelligible to Bird, who gives them a shy smile, and points to Skie.

(Polaris doesn't look well. Their hair is messy and tangled, and there are obvious tear streaks on their face.)

Skie counts to three, and xe and Bird break out in what seems to be a rendition of Happy Birthday in Ancient Sinnohian. Polaris' eyes go wide as they realize what's happening, and a small smile crosses their face. As the song ends, Skie brings the cake over to Polaris' lap, and Polaris lets Bird blow out the candles for them. Skie turns and gives a big grin and thumbs up to the camera.

The video ends.]

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #polaris interview week! #polaris answers #thatfailedpokemontrainer #Happy Birthday Polaris

[cool-island-songs]

Craig for ask gamee :3

Sorry this took so long but tumblr kept chewing it up in my drafts

Sexuality Headcanon:

Gay gay homosexual gay. Fem Craig? Staunch lesbian.

Those are my preferences in writing Craig, though I do also enjoy shoving him back in the closet because without yaoi magic, abrupt PCness, and the comfort of meth bf's twitchy hand in his, I can really see that being a longer struggle for Craig

Not-totally-gay slut Craig has a fairly long legacy some younger fans may not be aware of. This fandom is old and Creek only became canon in 2015 so it's like a form of culture shock for me to see artists getting yelled at for drawing Craig with girls. It's not like he was usually with girls, but there's this thing in the old yaoi tropes where the one who is presumed to top is less flamingly homosexual and more interested in sex generally. He was also frequently a menacing gay villain back in the day though lol

"I'm not just gay, I'm a catamite." - Craig Tucker, 2003

I do personally love reading his earlier aggression and posturing on the show as internalized homophobia. He's NOT gay! Don't say he's gay or he'll beat you up, completely un-homoerotically!!! This is a fun retconning thing though. The intentions of the showrunners earlier on likely were not that he is posturing extra hard due to being closeted. But authorial intent is not relevant to how I might want to thread the needle between older Craig characterizations on the show and more current ones

I'm a bit more fixed with Craig than others due to the presentation of his autism and generally see him demisexual, monogamous, traditional in a learned, rote sort of way. He's very favorite person-y with Tweek to me

Gender Headcanon:

I've only ever written him cis but I have enjoyed trans Craigs of all stripes (get it????), and I actually do have some t4t Creek planned!

Very into fem Craig. Excited to write her being so regular about Tweek's twiddies <3 In short, give me all the Craig genders

A ship I have with said character:

Well... I guess I like Creek a little bit 👉👈

I like exploring other dynamics but I'm always going to conceive of Creek as a unique bond. They get something from one another they can't get anywhere else, even when I'm putting them in horrible circumstances. That's what I'm here for, babeyyy

A BROTP I have with said character:

Honestly love thinking about Craig/Tolkien, Craig/Jimmy, Craig/Clyde (though I think I see that last one quite differently from most, or at least I'm most interested in the SoT vibe with dumdum traitor Clyde and amoral opportunist Craig). Really love writing platonic Crenny but I generally see Kenny as gravitating to other people so when I write these two as closer friends, it's usually based on particular circumstances. Craig/Bebe reluctant gossip hoes is also very funny to me

A NOTP I have with said character:

Yeah, I don't really NOTP anymore. There is a version out there of any ship I might find compelling. Being so Creek brainrotted, I don't spend a lot of time thinking about other Craig ships in any endgame capacity but I'm always curious to see the different ways people view Craig. I've noticed his characterization tends to vary depending on who he's with. One example is his socioeconomic status. I've noticed his family potentially being worse off than most others is stressed in Crenny fics, socioeconomic status tends not to play a huge role in Cryde or Creek fics, and he is often more ambitious and upwardly mobile in Cryle fics. As my friend @phantomchill put it: "he's absorbing their financial status. autism masking has gone too far!" This is not a negative or positive thing, there isn't one correct way, but he feels very malleable as the love interest guy

I'm very much a Tweek-relater first and foremost and early on in my time in fandom came up with the very novel theory (lol) that people tend to project onto one guy in their OTP more and thus multiship that guy, while the other guy isn't allowed to have other boyfriends. I have since moved beyond this theory for myself at least, because I relate to Craig quite a bit too and I think sometimes people have other boyfriends and that's pretty normal and okay. Striving for realism in my homosexual erotic cartoon porn writings

A random headcanon:

Honestly don't even consider autistic Craig to be a headcanon at this point. I think they're doing it on purpose now. His special interests are ancient animes and space. His favorite person is Tweek. He is also canonically very hairy

This is very specific but I like headcanoning Craig as Mediterranean. Peruvian Craig is cute of course and honestly I don't care where he's from as long as he's hairy, tan, and big nosed. Big nose/big eyebrows Craig 🛐 Are these just my aesthetic preferences? No. I have Matt Stone tied up under my bed and he says it's canon uwu

General Opinion over said character:

I want to beat him up

Also a bit bored by Craig discourses (bad boy VS. dork??? Leather jacket and cigarettes as a personality IS a dork I'm so sorry to burst your bubble) so some new proposals:

Craig actually doesn't like TOS. He doesn't really get it (too campy). TNG is his favorite. I'm talking about Space Trek u fake ass nerds

Craig weeb loser dub v sub opinions???

Red Racer is just Speed Racer. Sorry it's not a great discourse it's just how i feel

Craig STEM smart vs. Craig not naturally proficient in any subject

This is crazy but what if his penis was just regular. No okay that one is too far. I- *is shot dead*

#south park #ask game #craig tucker #just5am #headcanons #sean wanted me to change this to craig small benis #thank you for the ask sam :3

[hoodedchishiya]

Dear Menace, Shortcake, Le Petit Prince, Drama King, Handsome, Chishiya;

Thank god this is anonymous or there’d be a you-sized hole in the nearest wall. Or you’d jump from the roof and avoid the pool entirely when you land.

Where to start? Would you believe I’ve never written a love letter before? And I’m the one that’s the best out of both of us when it comes to words and talking… confessing is an entirely different story.

Let’s see… what do I admire about you: first there’s your calm demeanor, it’s what drew me to you. In all chaos there was you standing stoic and unfazed, the calm before the storm. Little did I know you were more terrifying than anything a game could come up with. Then there’s your intelligence, limitless and the way you always surprise me with facts and knowledge, how you say it so matter-of-fact while annoying is also ridiculously sexy.

Lastly… despite claiming you’re not good with words, or comfort… I found a home in you. I’ve loved learning that there’s more to you than you let others see, and am so happy that I get to see the person you truly are beneath the mask bit by bit. We have our fights, mainly because you’re the gasoline constantly fueling my short fuse, but every silence I curse your way through SHH and SHUT UP is actually I love you.

ANYWAY, if you made it this far without throwing up or setting this letter on fire… long story short, I’m grateful I’ve met you.

Special request if you can guess who this is then surprise me in that doctor coat of yours~

~The sun to your moon

XOXO! Anonymously send my muse a love letter from a secret admirer

Menace? Shortcake? Le Petit Prince? Drama King? All very questionable, but Handsome— okay, I’ll let you have that one since it actually makes sense.

But hm, I wonder who this love letter could possibly be from. I have no inkling whatsoever. Not a clue at all, and this is totally not sarcasm by the way. Or is it~?

But in all seriousness.. I’ve never received anything like this before. I almost don’t have the words to describe how I’m feeling and you know me well enough to know that it takes a lot to render me speechless. If you are who I think you are and I know you are then you’re aware that sappy things make me retch and throw up in my mouth.. this, however.. well, let’s just say it hit differently. Especially now that you’ve finally admitted that my intelligence is off the charts and sexy in your own words~ I swear that isn’t the only part I paid any attention to.

Now I’m only going to say this once, so you better not get too used to it.. but thank you. I needed this. And.. I love like you too a little bit.

I’ll be waiting in your room tonight— doctor coat and all. Might have to give you a full examination if you know what I mean~

~Chishiya ♦️

#AHH THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺 #melted his cold little heart #in character #alice in borderland roleplay #roleplay #aib rp #aib roleplay #roleplay account #roleplayer #alice in borderland #alice in borderland rp #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro

[hippolotamus]

“Shore” the One

I wish I could say I had an excuse for this but all I have is weird ideas and encouragement from amazing friends. For @stereopticons​ and @lizzie-bennetdarcy​ , creator of Fucking Fight Me Crab and Scuba Lobster (For the record I have nothing against manatees) 

credit for Profanitee

Somewhere in the North Atlantic 

Once upon a time in a land far, far away… no, no, no. We’re not starting that way. We’re in the Atlantic Ocean, baby. It’s a balmy 87 degrees and Lobster wants to go on a swim. He walks on his spindly legs out of his lobster house to retrieve his prized possession: his scuba mask. 

Lobster loves his scuba mask. It is blue with a black strap and breathing tube. And it makes him feel daring and adventurous. Does a lobster need a scuba mask? Of course not, but that’s beside the point. Lobster loves it so he deems it necessary. 

Once Lobster is fitted with his mask (tricky business when working with claws) he proudly scuttles out to sea. Er, farther out to sea. Lobster loves these daily treks around the ocean floor. He passes kelp forests, coral reefs teeming with fish and anemones. He scurries to hide when whales and sharks drift overhead. 

Normally, Lobster finds a rock to go behind or a nice reef, but has never encountered anything too unusual. Today is different. Today Lobster encounters a most unusual creature. Today Lobster meets Crab. 

Now, meeting a crab is not so unusual in itself. But when a crab is holding a sharp knife between its pinchy claws… well that’s a seahorse of a different color. 

“Oh, excuse me. Can I help you?” Lobster asks. 

Crab shuffles around to face Lobster, it’s beady eyes managing to appear menacing. “You got some kinda problem with me bein’ here?”

“No, oh dear. Not at all I just-“ Lobster pauses when Crab points the blade in his direction. 

“Fuckin’ fight me!” Crab declares, brandishing his blade. 

Lobster backs away until he finds himself against a tall coral with nowhere to go “I don’t think- I’m not- Put that down, sir!” 

Crab tucks the handle closer to his shell, eyeing Lobster suspiciously. He’s met very few who dare to challenge him once his blade is pointing their way. 

“Fuck!” A voice echoes overhead. 

“What in the blazes?” Crab asks, looking at the large, round mass. 

Lobster shakes his head, holding a claw over his mask. “That is Profanitee. He curses at random. Can’t say I blame him at all. Happy fellow, but he’s lost. I mean what manatee finds its way this far north? Crazy bastard belongs in the Keys somewhere.”

Crab slowly nods (as much as a crab can) in acknowledgment, and Lobster continues on. 

“Do you mind telling me why you’re here pointing knives at random passers by?” Lobster inquires, still quite shaken by the ordeal. 

“As a youngin my parents were swept up in a net, right in front of me. I decided then and there I wouldn’t let anything get me. Nothing!”

Unusual creature indeed, Lobster thinks. “Well, I wish you no harm. I’m just out for my daily wander. If you let me pass I shall be on my way.”

Crab doesn’t move or respond, just continues eyeing Lobster like he’s conflicted about what to do. Lobster really does not wish to have to fight. (He can if he has to! He just doesn’t want to.)

“Twat!” Profanitee yelps. 

Lobster and Crab both look up at him and notice the square object floating down, down, down until it lands between them. 

“What’s all this?” Lobster skitters round to look at the neat type printed on it, horrified by what he sees.

“Whatsit say?” Crab asks. “I can’t read.”

“Court reinstates ban on lobster gear,” Lobster says aloud. He doesn’t read anymore, he thinks of his beloved scuba mask and becomes irate. He can’t not wear it. “This, Crab, is an outrage! I cannot stand for such things! Something must be done.” 

“What will you do?”

“We shall go see this Court and demand answers!”

“Who is it? How do we find ‘em?”

Lobster hadn’t considered this. He becomes very deflated once he realizes he hasn’t the slightest clue. Crab takes notice.

“There… there? We’ll figure it out. I guess.” Crab is not in the habit of comfort, only fighting. 

“We will?” Lobster stands a little taller. “We will! Come Crab we must be off at once!”

Crab fights the urge to take back his comfort, and stab Lobster instead, when he finds himself being pulled along the ocean floor by an overexcited crustacean wearing scuba gear. 

“Profanitee!” Lobster huffs and puffs as he tries to capture the great, stupid blobs attention. “Profanitee!”

Profanitee slows down, rolls on its back, and stares with two large dopey eyes. “Quack?”

“Let me handle this,” Crab whispers to Lobster before turning back to Profanitee. “I know yer a big, dumb sea cow but how do we find Court?”

“Dick!”

“Why you enormous–”

Lobster is horrified, and wrangles a claw in front of Crab. “I’m so sorry for my friend here. What he meant to say is that we are trying to find Court. Do you know where to find them?”

Profanitee continues to stare, then rolls over to swim away, and shouts Steve!

“Well that was no help. I guess we’ll just keep going then,” Lobster sighs, resuming their journey. He’s scuttled about 3 meters when he stops, realizing Crab isn’t following. “I suppose you’re giving up?”

Crab blinks, “You called me yer friend.”

“You are accompanying me to help this cause. And you spared my life. So, yes, I consider you a friend, Crab.”

“No one’s ever done that before.” 

“I don’t suppose it has anything to do with you threatening them? Anyway, I’m saying it now and I would prefer it if you continued on with me.”

“Okay… Friend.” Crab smiles his pointy smile and hurries to catch up to Lobster. 

Lobster and Crab continue wandering but feel as though they are no closer to answers. Kelp and clams are of little use when asking directions. However, Lobster is quite pleased to be on such a tremendous trek today and to have found a new travel companion. They stop to share a snack of algae and mussels. Yes, Lobster could get quite used to having a friend. 

🦞🦀🦞🦀🦞🦀🦞🦀🦞

“Oh, this is taking soooo long!” Lobster wails. It feels as though they’ve been walking in circles for hours. 

Crab quite agrees. He doesn’t know how to help, though. Thankfully at that moment a large shadow passes over and Lobster begins to look excited again. 

“A whale! Hurry, Crab, we have to catch it!” 

This seems absurd, and a little dangerous, to Crab but he follows his friend anyway. 

As they come closer to Whale, Lobster is beginning to consider that he may not have thought this through. But he doesn’t want to look like a coward in front of his new friend. “Whale? Hello?”

Whale looks at Lobster then continues swimming. Lobster will not be ignored. He races to keep up and snaps his claw to Whale’s fin, holding on when Whale tries shaking him loose.

“I just need to find Court!” Lobster shouts.

“Court?” Whale stops abruptly, flinging Lobster forward. “Did you say Court?”

“Yes!” Lobster nearly does a jig on top of Whale. “How do we find them?”

Whale vibrates with laughter. “It’s not a them, dear. It’s a what!” 

“A what?”

Whale explains that Court is a building on land and she will happily take Lobster and Crab as close to the surface as possible. Lobster is astonished at their good fortune. 

“Crab! Come here!” Lobster calls.

Crab is seriously reconsidering this whole adventure thing as he now has to struggle to join Lobster while holding onto the knife handle. He wants to sleep when he finally lands on Whale and promptly collapses next to Lobster. 

“Whale here is going to take us to the surface! Isn’t that great news?!” 

“The” –huff– “best” –puff.

Crab is not amused by suddenly finding himself barreling through the ocean waters atop a whale, being jostled inconsiderately. He is less amused to find himself suddenly thrust into sunshine and diving seagulls. 

“There it is! There it is!” Lobster exclaims, pointing excitedly. In the distance there is a tall sandy colored building with the word Courthouse carved on the front of it. (Who knew Courts had their own houses?!) Huge swarms of people are walking past it, in it, out of it. Crab wishes he had stayed in bed that morning. 

“Thank you, Whale!” Lobster calls, once again taking off with Crab in tow. 

The sea waves assist in pushing them closer, greatly reducing their effort, until they can scuttle up the rocks leading to the street. Lobster and Crab brave their way past frightened humans (including a very small one in a wheeled contraption that giggles and tries to play with them), seagulls, pigeons, even a few curious dogs and cats. Unsurprisingly, Lobster has to intervene on no fewer than a dozen attempts of Crab trying to pick fights with creatures of all shapes and sizes. 

“Wouldya look at that,” Crab says, his gruff demeanor softened by awe and wonder. 

“Indeed, Crab. We’re nearly there. Shall we?” Lobster looks at Crab hopefully. 

“Lead the way, friend,” Crab replies. 

They manage to make it unscathed up the enormous steps leading to the front doors. Though completing their mission is of the utmost importance it seems ridiculous to deny themselves having any fun. Lobster and Crab take a few spins in the revolving door, ride up and down the elevator and cruise the escalator. They drop by the cafe and greedily snap up pastry crumbs and slurp spilled tea. Cupcakes and muffins will make the return to algae and sea living most boring. Finally, they can avoid it no longer and set about trying to find where to go. 

“...no one’s happy about it but we can’t have the lobster people interfering. They just have to find another way or fight it in court.”

“Crab! Did you hear that?! That person is talking about lobsters!” Lobster walks as fast as his spindly legs will carry him toward the tall person in the long, black robe. 

“Excuse me!” Lobster yells once he’s next to them. He pulls on the robe when he realizes the person can’t hear him. 

The person stares for a moment, blinks, and then screams. They kick and flail, nearly stepping on Lobster in the process. 

Oh dear, this isn’t what I wanted to happen, Lobster thinks, scurrying for protection. Crab clacks up beside him, asking if he can poke them.

“No, Crab!” 

“Well, can I pinch them?”

“No! We won’t get answers that way. This must be a dignified discussion.”

Lobster decides the only way is to stand his ground and wait for the hysterics to subside. Finally the shrieking person calms down, but never takes their eyes off of Lobster and Crab.

“What do you want with me?” They ask, even as others pass by looking confused, and maybe a little concerned. 

Lobster points his claw indicating he needs to be closer to speak. Warily, the person picks him up by the tail and holds him like that, suspended in the air. 

“Excuse me, but could you put me down on something? And maybe bring my friend, Crab, too?” 

The person looks down at Crab, gulps and leans down to let Crab climb on their other hand. With shaky hands the person carries them both into an empty room and deposits them both on a wooden table. 

“Still say we should’ve stabbed ‘em.”

“Thank you!”

Crab and Lobster say in unison. 

“Now,” the person starts, still looking quite nervous. “I don’t know what this is or what I did to deserve talking sea life, but I’ll ask again. What do you want with me?” 

“We don’t mean anythin’ by it. Just need some help fer my friend here.”

The color drains from the person’s face. 

Lobster adds, “You see, I’ve come about the ban on lobster gear. I heard you discussing it and I want to know what I can do to change your mind.”

They blink, processing what Lobster’s said, and then burst into a fit of laughter. “I thought you’d be happy about that. Banning the lobster cages and all that.”

“Lobster cages? I’m sorry, did you say lobster cages?”

“Yes. The ruling was on banning lobster traps so they don’t hurt the whales. The whales have been getting tangled.”

Lobster feels quite silly. “So that means I do not have to give up my scuba mask?” He protectively guards his tiny mask with his claws.

“I don’t know why a lobster even needs one, but yes, you can keep it. You do you, as the kids say.”

This person does not make any sense to Lobster or Crab. Whoever heard of such a phrase? Regardless, Lobster is very happy indeed to keep wearing his prized scuba mask. 

“Anything else I can do for you?” They inquire. 

“There is one thing,” Lobster suggests. “Could you take us back to the water? It’s awfully dangerous out there.”

“And one of them frosted cupcakes! With extra sprinkles!” Crab adds. 

“Well, I may as well lean into it,” the person mutters, picking them both up from the table. 

Crab and Lobster share bites of the gloriously frosted treat, tossing sprinkles at each other and catching them with their mouths and claws. 

“Here we are,” Person announces. 

“If you just sit us on these rocks here we can make it the rest of the way. Thank you for all your help!” Lobster is quite grateful, even if it turned out to be a needless journey. 

“Uh huh. Sure. You’re welcome?” Person sets them both among the rocks and flees before they can climb anywhere. 

“Well that was rude,” Crab states. 

“Indeed, Crab. Indeed.”

The duo aimlessly wander along the ocean floor, past starfish, seaweed, sea urchins and octopi. 

“So, Crab. What will you do now? Do you live near here?”

“Don’t know. Just go where the tide takes me.” 

Hmm, this will not do. “Do you mean you have nowhere to call home?”

Crab droops a bit, “No, Lobster. But it’s okay. Like I said, I just go where the tide puts me.”

Lobster doesn’t know what to say, so he stays quiet until they finally arrive at his cozy lobster house. It’s nothing fancy, a small rock pile big enough to take shelter in. Lobster has fancied it up a bit with shiny things he’s found on excursions. Now that Lobster is home he takes off his mask and stores it in the special hiding place at the back of the rocks. 

“Well, I guess this is goodbye, Crab.” Lobster does not wish for Crab to leave. 

“I s’pose,” Crab agrees. Crab does not wish to leave Lobster. It was nice having a real friend. The trouble is Lobster hasn’t invited him to stay, he can’t very well loiter like a nuisance. “I’ll be seein’ ya.”

No, no, Lobster cannot allow this. He finally had a travel companion. They went whale riding, went on land, ate sugary baked goods and had, well, a real adventure. “Wait!” 

Crab stops to look curiously. He dare not get his hopes up. 

“Would you like to stay? With me?” Lobster asks. 

“Thought you’d never ask,” Crab smiles his pointy smile that reaches his beady eyes and scurries back to Lobster. 

Lobster shows him inside (including a very safe place to put his knife for the night, that’s a topic for another day) and they share a light dinner of clams and worms. Then they huddle together for bed and both dream of adventures with their new friend. And cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes. 

Somewhere overhead Profanitee bellows, “Cockwomble!”

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#scuba lobster #fucking fight me crab #profanitee #misunderstandings #ocean adventures #friends #strangers to enemies to IDK #i... really have nothing to say for myself #💙🦛 #🤿🦞💞🦀🔪

[casie-mod]

OFMD Season 2 predictions & possibilities

Just a very long list of thoughts, ideas, and things I’d like to see regarding how season 2 of Our Flag Means Death could potentially go. Because it’s fun trying to predict. Spoilers of course, so avast ye and all that.

-- It takes a while for Stede to find Ed again.  They both have grown beards, or just Stede grows a beard. I'm very much for Stede getting a beard and Blackbeard not growing his back and only using the black makeup because he is wearing his mask harder than ever and his hair will never be as black as the kohl. He'd only start growing the beard back when he and Stede have reunited and resolved their issues. Stede will go through more trials in trying to find Blackbeard again. He'll build more skill and confidence, and be able to conduct his polite menace brand of pirating, but he won't be able to completely avoid treacherous developments and newer traumas, and starts to resemble Blackbeard just a bit more in response. That "unhand me or bleed" bit with Doug is just a glimpse of how unhinged he can get. Stede is entering his super HIMBO era.

-- Lucius definitely didn't drown because the wooden finger Pete made him will keep him afloat. (If any of the crew were to die, I would absolutely feel gut-stabbed.) Possibilities for how he gets rescued: 1) Lucius got help from Fang back on board,  finds one of the secret passages of the ship while trying to hide, and gets stuck hiding there, taking food when everyone is asleep or occupied because Blackbeard will kill him if he is seen. He can only come back out when Stede / Ed reunite and the dynamics change again. So in the meantime people on the ship start thinking there's a ghost on board because of Lucius moving around stuff when they aren't looking. Blackbeard's all like "Guess i'm not the only ghost on board". Bonus points if Lucius decides to really lean into the ghost bit, turn it into a fuckery, and do really bitchy trolling of Blackbeard. "You are so shit at makeup, you should really read a tutorial on that. Oh wait that's right you can't read...Hmmm well I could have helped you there. . .  IF YOU HADN'T PUSHED ME INTO THE SEA, YOU DICK!" Since Lucius is anxiety ridden and claustrophobic, I'd imagine being couped up in small spaces for so long would drive him a bit mad after a while and he'd start saying some unhinged I-don't-give-a-shit stuff after doing his best to remain silent and undetectable at first. 2) Picked up by Anne Bonny/ Mary Read (see below) 3) Stede and crew find him

-- Mermaids/sirens show up, or rather Stede and crew thinks they're mermaids/sirens but there's actually a more realistic explanation for them (see next item). It might be more likely for supposed sirens to show up, which can also be associated with mermaids. (The most fantastical this show has gotten so far is Buttons being able to talk to birds, so I get the sense that it won’t get as fantastical to have actual mermaids. It also serves the point of dispelling superstitions.)  Either way some kind of mermaid/siren action because of the crew asking Jim if they are a mermaid and the Swede singing like a siren. The 'sirens' try to lure the crew into shipwreck, but the entire crew is queer so it doesn't affect them. The Swede tries to outsing the sirens and the "sirens" are the ones that end up being confused. They invite the crew over because they want to learn more about the song the Swede is singing. The Swede is excited to talk to a group who love to sing. They exchange notes. 

--- After Stede and crew have stolen another ship, they encounter Mary Read and Anne Bonny as co-captains of their own ship, the one Calico Jack was mutinied from. They ask about him and are glad he got his. They talk about different assholey things he did on their ship that ultimately caused them to mutiny. Read and Bonny's ship has a number of lesbians who pretend to be sirens as their form of fuckery to wreck and steal from other ships without fighting. They happened on this fuckery accidentally though; they were just hanging out and singing some songs together one time, and these dudes were trying to sneak attack them, but heard them singing and "they just threw themselves in the water, screaming "I AM BEWITCHED", and fucking drowned themselves while we just here going 'what the fuck we're just here existing, bruh'. And then we just helped ourselves to the booty. Don't mess with what works, right?"

-- Frenchie gets a cat subplot: They develop a rat problem on board. They're not overrun with them, there is one (1) rat (or mouse) but nobody wants to kill it because it's cute. They  get a cat at port, and It ends up being a terrible hunter. Like the rodent will use the cat as a bed sometimes. Frenchie is afraid of the cat, has nightmares that it's going to turn into a witch and then subsequently turn him into a frog or mouse and then turn back into a cat and try to eat him or something. Everyday is a challenge of him just trying to avoid the cat. But he wakes up from one of the nightmares and finds the cat curled up at his feet, purring and cuddly. Slowly, Frenchie befriends the cat, we learn about where he got his superstitions about women and crystals and cats, and he begins to unlearn them because of the cat and because of interacting with Jim more, but then he just gets a new superstition to believe. At least this time the superstition could be a more harmless one.

-- Frenchie and Jim get new gothy outfits:   Blackbeard has an image to live up to so they will be made to dress in a way that’s more suitable to being a part of his crew. I’m ready for them to get all decked out in black leather, but Frenchie is going to make at least one comment as to how hot it is (not in the good way). 

-- Izzy Hands backstory and second chance for change: Maybe we'll get to learn some more about what made him develop his humiliation and punishment(choking) kink. Him pushing Ed to be Blackbeard again is his toxic way of him trying to help Ed. Because if Ed isn't feared, then he and the crew won't survive is how I imagine Izzy thinks about it. He says he ‘serves Blackbeard and not Edward’, this angry man is so stuck in upholding an oppressive system and set of rules because that’s worked in keeping them alive, and he lacks the imagination to think outside of that box. Would love to see some backstory of younger times of him and Blackbeard/Edward to give more of that context. He doesn't understand he’s unleashing the Kraken and not Blackbeard. It's possible he'll regret that because the Kraken is potentially way more unhinged and reckless, which could lead to a mutiny.

-- Izzy and Jim are going to clash. What Jim and Jackie discussed about revenge will be tested. Jim is going to want to kill Blackbeard and Izzy is going to thwart their attempts, possibly without Blackbeard even knowing the full extent of how many attempts there are as they play in a montage style. He keeps having to take away knives from Jim, but Jim manages to procure or create more. Izzy might actually get so fed up with the attempts, maybe he'll just start trying to talk to Jim. Or maybe Jim will stop the attempts after thinking more on their talk with Jackie, and Izzy, perplexed and wondering what happened, will try to suss out what Jim’s up to, requiring dialogue.  Either way, they end up talking. Maybe they’ll bond a little over not wanting to talk about their feelings.

-- Stede encounters Black Sam Bellamy and gets into rivalry for most polite pirate.

-- Hornigold shows up (maybe played by Jemaine Clement?). He fools Stede into thinking he wants to help Stede find Blackbeard, but he wants to help find him so that he can turn him over to the English since Hornigold's renounced piracy and serves the crown now.

--Stede goes to China looking for Ed since that was where Ed had suggested they run off. He doesn’t find Ed there but he learns a lot after crossing paths with the most famous female Chinese pirate Ching Shih.

--Stede finding Edward's silk and bringing it back to him certainly feels like it will happen. But I like to think it might happen in a different way, given Lucius’ words of “What if it’s not a death? What if life just begins again?” Maybe instead, Edward’s silk really truly is gone and will never be recovered. And even though Stede gave up everything he had, he actually still held onto a piece of fine purple fabric because it reminded him of Ed. It’s the color Ed starts to wear more as he falls in love with Stede. Also, combine the color of Ed’s red silk and the teal blue that is most often associated with Stede and you get purple. It’s the love they forged together. Somehow, Stede finds out Ed’s silk is gone and gives him that instead.

--When Ed and Stede finally reunite: I initially had difficulty thinking Ed will be angry with Stede. Ed wasn't upset when Stede didn't show at the docks. He looked resigned. He looked as if it was a possibility his mind had already planned for: "Stede came to his senses; he looked at me and realized he didn't want this. I'm not meant for fine things anyway'. He doesn't look for Stede or even seem to have any concern that something happened to him because those thoughts are fact for him. He gets back to the Revenge and we still never see any anger, just sadness. With support from the crew, he is processing and makes progress in trying to move on. It takes Izzy threatening him for Ed to fall back on the Blackbeard persona; it's a survival tactic. It's a mask and we can still see him hanging on by a thread even after that. I can see how that could form into anger at Stede over time. I get thinking how it's likely that will happen. It makes sense, given that Ed has shown a pattern of blaming others for his bad behavior. He doesn't blame Stede at the time it happens, but over time, it would harden into blame and anger. And yet I still feel it could happen a bit differently given the show's handling of its themes, its attitude towards revenge and toxic masculinity.  So I can't help but imagine instead that what if Ed, caught up in the Blackbeard identity, doesn't recognize Stede. It's likely Stede's appearance will change a lot, he'll grow a beard, he'll look rougher, he won't be dressed fancy, after giving all his wealth up and having to actually rely completely on piracy in forging his path back to Ed. Stede's got nothing now, he's going to have to really fight and struggle like he hasn't had to before. He's going to really understand Olu when he said ' We don't do this because we want to; we don't have a choice.' They will both look so different to each other. Maybe Ed has fallen into his mask harder after having heard of Stede's death; he might get caught up in a downward spiral that is The Kraken, recklessly attacking people. It gets to the point where he attacks Stede's (Captain Thomas) new ship and crew, not recognizing the changed appearance of Stede and hurts him in the process, not because he knew it was Stede and wanted to hurt him but he was so caught up in a cycle of violence/revenge he unintentionally attacks and hurts Stede.

--Blackbeard focus: We’ve had POV voiceovers from Stede, Jim, Izzy, and Mary in season 1 and a lot of focus was on Stede in getting him to a place where he’s resolved some major issues with which he was dealing.  I’d expect season 2 to focus more on Ed’s journey since he still has a lot to work out, and that might mean we hear his thoughts.

#Our Flag Means Death #spoilers #headcanon #musings #meta #root access files #season 2 #I have watched the show 10 times through by now #will probably keep adding to this

[twistedtummies2]

Christopher Lee: A Sinister Centenary - Number 10

Welcome to Christopher Lee: A Sinister Centenary! Over the course of May, I will be counting down My Top 31 Favorite Performances by my favorite actor, the late, great Sir Christopher Lee, in honor of his 100th Birthday. Although this fine actor left us a few years ago, his legacy endures, and this countdown is a tribute to said legacy! We have reached my Top 10 for my favorite pieces of work from this fine gentleman. Today’s Subject, My 10th Favorite Christopher Lee Performance: Ansem the Wise, from Kingdom Hearts.

I can sum this entry up in a single statement: I love Kingdom Hearts, and I love Christopher Lee, therefore, I love this character. Case closed. (pauses) You guys want me to say more, don’t you? Sigh…very well. I will attempt to go more in depth, regarding why I love this one. In the first KH game, Ansem the Wise was the name of a mysterious scientist, who apparently discovered the powers and presence of the Heartless. In the final act of the game, we fought a mysterious figure who called himself by the same name…but it was later revealed this character wasn’t Ansem at all, but rather the Heartless of another character: Xehanort, the main villain of the franchise. In “Chain of Memories,” we were introduced to a mysterious masked figured known as “DiZ.” (His name was an acronym for “Darkness in Zero.”) DiZ was a neutral character: not a heroic figure, by any means, but he didn’t seem especially villainous, either. His motives, identity, and agenda were all a total mystery until “Kingdom Hearts II,” and it was in KHII that we found out the truth: “DiZ” was none other than the REAL Ansem, who had put himself into a state of self-imposed exile from his homeworld in disgrace, and was striving to find a way to help bring balance back to the universe. It was in KHII where Ansem was not only given a face, but also a voice, and Lee was the man chosen for that voice. Admittedly, it’s kind of funny that Ansem makes my Top 10, because he’s not likely a role Lee particularly WANTED to be remembered for. According to one anecdote, when Lee was hired to play Ansem, he evidently walked into the recording studio and said (I might be paraphrasing slightly), “Look, I don’t know what any of this rubbish is, but you’re paying me and it seems interesting, if nothing else. So I’m just going to read this from top to bottom and we’re done here.” Every single line was apparently done in a single take, which some may see as a lazy actor just throwing out a performance. You forget, dearest readers, this “lazy actor” was CHRISTOPHER FREAKING LEE. And as I said when I started this list, Lee NEVER phoned in ANYTHING. Whether this anecdote is true or not, you would never guess it from the power Lee has in the role, and the range of emotions and tactics he goes through in each line. He runs the gamut from a mysterious, menacing, seemingly unhinged figure to a weary old man who tries to use his last breath to finally make up for mistakes in his past. His ultimate downfall is, in my opinion, one of the most tragic in all the games, and the character is a memorable one long after his disappearance from the story. 

Given the fact that KH is…well…let’s be honest, one of the WEIRDEST things in the world, when you really think about it, you can’t blame Lee for being confused…but give him points: you would never guess he WAS confused. He puts just the right amount of conviction and effort into his work for you to take him totally seriously. And in a game series where Mickey Mouse has to fight people like a rodent Yoda, dressed in an edgy black leather coat? I think it’s safe to say conviction and effort are DEFINITELY requisites to taking any of this nonsense remotely seriously. Whatever Lee thought of this product in the end, he delivered it in style, and I, for one, am eternally grateful for that. Tomorrow, the countdown continues, as I present my choice for Number 9!

#christopher lee #sinister centenary #happy birthday christopher lee #top 31 christopher lee performances #may special #number 10 #top 10 #kingdom hearts #kh #chain of memories #kh2 #kingdom hearts 2 #diz #ansem #ansem the wise #disney #square enix

[mirrorthoughts]

This is for the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt

A short scene with my two OCs Anton and Sascha.

Asking for Permission

“Anton?” Sascha couldn’t believe that the first person he would meet on his first day back in the city would be his old potions teacher and in the middle of the Alexanderplatz between hundreds of people no less. They had kept in touch over the last few years during Sascha’s time abroad but they hadn’t met in person since that last day of school not long after they had ended the war. And though they had planned on meeting up again, meeting here in the middle of Berlin by chance seemed like a sign.

“Sascha.” The moment of surprise on Anton’s face - carefully hidden under a mask of calm just a second later - made Sascha smile. At least he wasn’t the only one not quite prepared to meet so soon. Talking in letters and text messages was easy. Talking face to face was not. “When did you get back?”

Sascha’s smile widened as he stepped up to his friend - because by now Anton definitely was a friend to him; a confidant, one of the few people, maybe the only person, he really trusted after everything that had happened. The only person who knew most of the story of what had happened when Sascha had confronted the Dark Lord Corbin. One day, he might even tell him everything. “Yesterday, actually. I was just on my way to get breakfast.” “At two in the afternoon?” And there was the dry humor from their messages, making Sascha grin and a warmth bubbling up in his chest. “Yeah, well. Hello jetlag and all that.” “Ah, so not just the habit of sleeping in that crept up on you after not having the structure of a boarding school anymore?”

He saw the smile, hidden in the corner of Anton’s mouth and oh god why had he looked down to his lips? His eyes flicked back up to Anton’s, meeting them as good as he could, now that he felt his neck and cheeks getting hot. “A bit maybe,” Sascha allowed. “But one has to take what one can get of life, mh? On that note,” Sascha barreled on without giving Anton - or himself - a chance to think. “would you like to join me for breakfast? Because I’m starving right now but I’d love to continue talking to you.” ‘I’d love to make you smile again.’ Sascha didn’t say. And neither did he ask him for all the other things going through his mind.

For a moment Anton seemed to hesitate, his eyes flicking over Sascha’s face and the people around them neither of them had given much attention to. Which was all well and good because neither had any of those people taken an interest in them. “I actually was on my way to purchase some ingredients for a potion,” Anton finally answered and Sascha swallowed, just for a moment doubting if he had misinterpreted their conversations. “But I guess for a-… a friend I can make an exception.” A grin spread over Sascha’s lips at that answer, especially as he saw an answering smile on Anton’s. “I could show you the café I like to sit in for tea, if you want.” Sascha smiled and nodded at the suggestion, hearing clearly the ‘If you trust me’ Anton didn’t say. And of course Sascha trusted him. Maybe only him. “May I?”, he asked, still smiling, and linked there arms together, reveling in the surprised expression once again flitting over Anton’s face and finally landing on a smile of his own. “Menace.” “Bastard,” Sascha answered amused, hearing clearly the affection in the insult as Anton walked them over the plaza and down one of the smaller streets. Sascha had no idea where he was being led, but that was okay. He trusted his friend.

#sei's writing #seikaze #flash fiction friday #my OCs #sei's tcc

[mushroommanchanterelle]

Cicadas - Fault Lines

I've got bugs on the mind, so I wrote a conversation between Ruth and Advent about bugs and how they make them feel

The sun sinks low on the mountainous horizon, illuminating the courtyard of the Bay Harbor Institute. Golden rays of falling sunshine spread across the filigreed white marble columns supporting the exterior of the grand magic academy. Light filters through the small droplets of water on the various deciduous trees dotting the garden, making them shine like the crystals worked into the copper wiring that powered the school. At the central fountain, a large and imposing structure shaped like the very first vessel to land at Bay Harbor, sat a rather small Petrichor. The amber glow around her made her silver locks look an unnatural shade of blonde. She was alone in the courtyard, any other student having removed themselves for their supper and study hours, and alone was precisely what she wanted to be. The air resounded with a symphony of nature, the buzzing of insects calling for a mate, the croaking and crying of amphibians in one of the many creeks and streams nearby, and the singing of birds as they settled back into their nests for the night. Ruth was the sole person in that courtyard, yes, but she wasn’t without company. She sits on a long marble slab, covered in dust and pollen from the late spring blooms. Yellow powder clings to her dusty pink dress, the cloth fabric loosely fitting to her plush form. Those piercing blue eyes of hers gaze downwards to her cupped hands. Inside, something softly buzzes, gently nudging at her spindly fingers. Ruth smiles, her face abnormally soft as she stares down at the creature she was holding.

“You’re such a small, pathetic little thing,” she whispers, listening lovingly to the song the insect sings. “And yet you sing louder than any choir…” A smile settles on her lips as she stares down at the insect climbing about her fingertips. She didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps creeping behind her, nor did she smell the scent of pine sap and gun oil curling from the figure carefully approaching. Two olive green hands wrap tightly around her icy blue eyes, covering the pale markings masking her upper face.

“Guess who?”

 Immediately she tenses up, whipping her tail as hard as she could behind her. 

“Ah ow! What did you do that for??” says the voice, masculine and playful, a tone that only one person would dare pull with the temperamental scholar of medicine. She turns her head to look at him, countenance immediately hardening once more. Ruth’s suspicions were confirmed as she laid eyes on Advent, rubbing at the walnut fur of his legs. Ruth sighs and furrows her brows, keeping the bug in her clasped hands well out of his reach.

“Advent, what have I said about sneaking up on me?”

“That… I can do it when it’s funny?”

“No, dipshit. I told you if you do it again, I’ll find a way to make you so sick to your stomach that you’ll throw up last week’s dinner.”

Advent adjusts his hood, his lips pulled straight in a line.

“You uh…haven’t figured out how to do that, right?”

Ruth gives him a menacing grin, narrowing her eyes as brilliant ice meets burning sulfur. 

“You’ll see.”

“Ruth, I don’t like that answer.” “You’ll see.”

Advent takes a seat besides Ruth, trying to get a good look at the hands she was desperately trying to keep away from him.

“Whatcha got there?”

“None of your fucking business.”

The man looks over her shoulders, wagging his long, furred tail back and forth as he tries to get a glimpse of what she was holding. Those yellow eyes lock on to the insect clambering its way through her fingers, and a grin forms across his face.

“Ugh one of those? And here I thought you had some class, Pothec.”

Ruth’s tail slaps against him once more, creating a loud thud as it slams into the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Shut it, Advent. I thought you’d have more appreciation for bugs, what with living in the woods your whole life.”

The statement causes Advent to pause for a moment. He knits his bushy brows together as he thinks about what he would say next, recalling his life spent with the Drasyl people, his people. They lived amongst the mountainous woodlands in small settlements open to the air around them. The Elders spoke of a connection to the lives and deaths surrounding them, something that deepened their understanding of the magic flowing deep beneath the ground.

“Listen, I lived in those mountains my whole life, but that doesn’t mean I liked it all the time. You have no idea what sort of gross, nasty things crawled into my tent in the middle of the night.”

He holds his hands out, as if pantomiming holding onto Ruth’s head.

“There was once a big, long, slithering thing this big with millions of legs just curled up on my stomach one night!” He shudders at the thought, those long, floppy ears of his wiggling as he moves his head.

“Ugh…the thought is sending chills up my spine.”

Ruth laughs, rolling her eyes.

“And yet you’ll trek through miles of mud and gunk to go find the best batch of frogspawn just to put your hands in it, then prance around with your muddy hooves all over the floor of our dwelling on your return.”

“Hey, frogspawn doesn’t bite, and none of the amphibians around here have teeth big enough to hurt!”

Silence falls between the two for a minute as Ruth lets the bug crawl between her fingers, watching the insect, nearly as big as her index finger, trudge about her palms. Advent inches closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder as he closes his eyes.

“Hey Ruth?”

“Yeah, what do you want?” She doesn’t look up from the bug, nor does she recoil from his touch. 

“You’re cute when you’re sweet like this. You should be gentle more often. I’m sure your boyfriend would like that. Magnus and Theo too.” He opens one of his big, yellow eyes and offers a soft smile to his roommate.

“Fuck off, Advent…”

“I’m serious! If you were half as gentle with people as you were with that bug, you probably wouldn’t be having such a rough time with your boyfriend!”

Ruth sighs, relaxing her shoulders. She leans against Advent, closing her own eyes.

“I…it’s… Look at this creature, Advent. Folks trample on them all the time, and they can’t even fight back. Bastards don’t even have the proper mouths to bite. How can you look at something as pathetic as this and not fall in love?”

Advent nods his head as she speaks, listening as Ruth continues.

“I can’t stand it, Advent, watching people go out of their way to crunch these guys beneath their toes. It’s not fair. The world is so cruel to these little beasts. Someone’s gotta protect them, to love them, right?”

“You speaking from experience, Pothec?” He raises an eyebrow, watching her face shift from endearment to sorrow. “I guess, yeah… You get thrown around enough and… you see yourself in the little guys. Being rich isn’t exactly the perfect lifestyle folks make it out to be. There’s lots of backstabbing. Everyone is superficial, and the smallest mistake gets you…” she trails off, whipping her tail back and forth. Advent nuzzles against her shoulder affectionately, then sits back upright to look her in the eye.

“I think that’s pretty admirable, Ruth. Is that why you don’t lower your walls around the others?”

“Yeah…maybe… Guess I don’t want to get stepped on again.” She stands up, the bug still cradled in her hand, and walks over to the nearest tree. Her bare feet make soft plaps against the stone pavers amidst the cool, green grass, the thumb at her heel gripping the rough surface of the grey stones. She gently tips her hand up against the tree, watching as the bug crawls from her hands onto the jagged bark, and a smile creeps across her face. Ruth and Advent watch in silence as it meanders up the trunk and out of view. She turns to the man, still sitting at the fountain, and gives him a playful scowl.

“Tell anyone and I-”

“I know, I know. You’ll find a way to make me puke up last week’s dinner.” The two share a small chuckle. She never followed up on those threats, not with him. 

“Thanks…Advent.”

“For what?” “For uh…letting me get that out of my system.”

Advent gets up and pats her shoulder with a smile. His calloused hands were warm to the touch. 

“Any time Ruth.” He tips his head back dramatically and lets out a long sigh, rubbing his stomach.

“It’s time for dinner, Pothec. Come on!” he says, drawing out that last word, “I’m STARVING. I need food or I’ll wither away and DIE.”

Ruth rolls her eyes and chuckles, patting down her dress.

“Alright, alright. Come on then, I’ll get something made.”

#fault lines #writing #original story #original content #original character #oc #character scene #character exploration