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e-m-christina · 9 years ago

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MASTERLIST

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VIKINGS

IVAR LOTHBROK

SERIES:

THE DEVIL IN THE FOREST: Ongoing

Between the pressures of being Saxon Royalty and the daily hardships of being a woman in the dark ages, Y/n thirsts for a life of freedom and learning. When the Great Heathen Army attacks England, she might get more than she bargained for.

The Devil In The Forest Pt1

The Devil In The Forest Pt2

The Devil In The Forest Pt3

The Devil In The Forest Pt 4

HEATHENS: Ongoing

Summary: You are Bishop Heahmund’s younger sister. You fight alongside your brother during the battle of York, ultimately catching the eye of a certain Lothbrok brother.

Heathens Pt1

Heathens Pt2

Heathens Pt3

SERPENT OF SPARTA: Ongoing

Summary: Ivar Lothbrok meets his match when he is introduced to Y/n Artròmitos, the daughter of a bloodthirsty Spartan king. She is sent to fight in Ivars army, after making an arrangement with Rollo, the Duke of Normandy.

With matching rage and ambition, Y/n feeds into Ivars flame, igniting feelings that neither of them thought they were capable of. But fire can easily be burnt out.

Serpent of Sparta Pt1

Serpent of Sparta Pt2

ALWAYS: Ongoing

Y/n Finehair, a young shield-maiden, reunites with old friends when she returns to Kattegat.

Always Pt1

Always Pt2

Always Pt3

Always Pt4

Always Pt5

ONE-SHOTS:

Thank You - Oneshot

Herbs and Spices - Oneshot

Ivar Falling In Love With You Would Include

Ivar’s Affection Would Include

HVITSERK LOTHBROK

HVITSERK SERIES:

A Brothers War (Hvitserk x Reader x Ivar)

Summary: A young shield-maiden named Y/N Finehair, the daughter of Harald Finehair arrives in Kattegat with her father after hearing word that Bjorn was going on a voyage to the Mediterranean Sea.

Y/N is given the choice to explore the new sea with Bjorn and Hvitserk, or to accompany Ivar and Ragnar to England. Harald wants to create stronger bonds with the Lothbroks, offering Y/n as the wife to the brother of her choice. Thus begins the brothers war between Ivar and Hvitserk for her affection.

ABW - Part One

HVITSERK ONE-SHOTS:

Hvitserk Being In Love With You Would Include Pt1

Hvitserk Being In Love With You Would Include Pt2

Feeling Better Already - Oneshot*

Cuddling With Hvitserk Would Include

LOTR/HOBBIT

KILI DURIN

SERIES:

WONDERLAND: Ongoing

During a visit to Iceland, Y/n’s sense of reality is ripped away from her when she is lured into a cave in Reykjavik by a mysterious force and discovers an ancient passageway to a world she believed was just mere fiction; Middle-Earth.

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt1

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt2

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt3

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt4

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt5

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt6

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt7

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt8

KILI ONESHOTS:

A Kili Durin Appreciation Post

Spending Halloween With Kili Would Include

Green and Blue - Oneshot

LEGOLAS GREENLEAF

SERIES

THE LADY OF THE RINGS: Ongoing

SUMMARY: Y/n, a ranger from the North is called upon by Gandalf to join the Fellowship. Just as Y/n settles into the group and begins to form feelings for Legolas Greenleaf, things take a nasty turn.

The Lady of The Rings Pt1

THE SHALLOWS: Ongoing

Y/n, an elven water-bender joins the fellowship, under the instruction of Elrond. As she catches up with Legolas, a childhood friend, she soon realizes that she is developing feelings for the elf.

The Shallows - Pt1

ONE-SHOTS

Autumn Leaves - Oneshot -

Legolas Comforting The Reader Would Include

Winter Wedding - Oneshot

FILI DURIN

FILI ONESHOTS

Baby Kicks - Oneshot

THRANDUIL

THRANDUIL ONESHOTS:

Riding Lessons - Thranduil x Reader

OTHER

Spending Christmas with LOTR/Hobbit Characters Pt1

THE WALKING DEAD (+ spinoffs)

RICK GRIMES:

(Series coming soon)

COMING SOON: Mine (Mini Series)

ONESHOTS

You Can't Have Both - Oneshot (18+) - Summary: When the group was brought into Alexandria, the last thing Y/n thought she had to worry about was if her husband, Rick, had fallen in love with the hairdresser next door.

Jealous - Rick Grimes Headcannon

NEGAN SMITH:

ONE-SHOTS

A Familiar Face - Oneshot - Summary: Y/n is reunited with the very person she thought she lost.

Negan Smith’s NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Jealous Negan Would Include (18+)

DARYL DIXON

(Series coming soon)

COMING SOON: REFLECTIONS

COMING SOON: LILAC SKIES

ONE-SHOTS:

Bubble-Baths and Waffles (18+) - Request: Something with Daryl x reader, y/n has a child (or baby idk) and Daryl is so sweet with them both 🥺 especially when y/n is visibly tired from being a new mom 💜

Daryl Dixon NSFW Alphabet (18)

Jealous Daryl Dixon Would Include (18+)

Daryl Dixon's Kinks Would Include (18+)

Daryl Admitting His Feelings Would Include

Daryl’s Affection Would Include: (18+)

CARL GRIMES

(Series Coming Soon)

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Carl Grimes Would Include

Carl Grimes’s Affection Would Include

NICK CLARK

ONE-SHOTS

No One Like You - Oneshot - After almost losing her best friend to a drug overdose, Y/n finally reveals her feelings for Nick.

HARRY POTTER + MARAUDERS

FRED WEASLEY:

SERIES:

AMNESIA SERIES: ONGOING

Summary: A few years after breaking her heart, Fred searches for Y/n Potter, only to discover that she has lost her memories. Will they be able to start afresh or will the ghosts of the past reopen forgotten wounds?

Amnesia Pt1

FRED ONE-SHOTS

Birthday Pasties - Fred Weasley Oneshot

Sleepy Head - Oneshot

Halloween Jealousy - One-shot

DRACO MALFOY

DUALITY SERIES: Ongoing

Summary: Y/N G. Potter attends a wizarding school - Hogwarts - that is known for its ancient traditions and high standards. Love, friendship and loyalty will be forged and tested.

But a daunting task lies ahead for Y/N. In the end, she must make the choice of what is right, and what is easy - to destroy the horcruxes that the Dark Lord has hidden - but will the stakes be too high?

Duality Pt1

Duality Pt2

Duality Pt3

Duality Pt4

Duality Pt5

Duality Pt6

Duality Pt7

Duality Pt8

Duality Pt9

REMUS LUPIN

(Series Coming Soon)

COMING SOON: MOONSHINE

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Young!Remus Lupin Would Include

Jealous Remus Would Include (Marauders era)

STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE MUNSON

SERIES:

THE HELLFIRE CLUB:

THE HELLFIRE CLUB MASTERLIST

SERIES SUMMARY: After the death of her mother, Y/n Hargrove is forced to pack up, leave sunny California behind and relocate to the town where she witnessed her brother's death: Hawkins. On her first day at Hawkins High, Y/n is recruited to the 'Hellfire Club', where she creates an unlikely friendship with the leader - Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.Just when Y/n's life seems to be straightening out and she begins developing feelings for Eddie, Hawkins is terrorised by a series of brutal killings that her new friend is wrongly accused of committing. Can Y/n and her friends find a way to defeat the new threat before it's too late?

ALSO ON WATTPAD (Link at the top of Masterlist)

CHAPTER ONE: Welcome to Hawkins

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Eddie Would Include

Heat Of The Moment (18+)

BILLY HARGROVE

BILLY SERIES

PAROXYSM SERIES: Ongoing

It’s the summer of ‘85 and Y/n Hopper has a new job at the newly opened Star-Court Mall. When Dustin’s radio picks up a Russian transmission, she leads a small group comprised of herself, Dustin, sassy Erica and an unwilling Billy Hargrove to uncover the secrets hiding within Hawkins.

Paroxysm Pt1

THE WITCHER

GERALT OF RIVIA

ONE-SHOTS

Jealous Geralt Would Include

Geralt Being In Love With You Would Include

Daryl Dixon one-shots + series

Rick Grimes one-shots + series

Negan Smith one-shots + series

Moonshine - Remus Lupin (Marauders Era Series)

Homeland - Loki series

Carl Grimes one-shots + series

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breachverse · 2 years ago

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Let me just say, the achievement names for Chicago War Zone are INCREDIBLE. Really gave some new insight into the characters, and their respective romances. Not to mention the songs picked are just downright bangers. It'd be sick if you could list the artists as some songs are harder to find, such as "Love is a Dog" and "Dark was the Night" (whichifthatistheWW2songimthinkingof,megapropstoyou). But that aside, hit it out the park. Can't wait for the next update, and hope y'all are doing well!

I'm glad you're enjoying the achievement names! It actually look me quite a long while to figure out the perfect song for each character. I even ended up making a spotify playlist for each of them in the Breach Discord.

But, for the achievements, they are:

For Mouse - Television - You Won't

As well as - Who Knew - You Won't

For Hayne - Heaven Is a Chandelier - Ezra Bell

For Anna - Killer Queen - Queen

For Charlie - Break on Through (To the Other Side) - The Doors

For Justin - Cardboard Castles - Watsky

For Carly - She's A Rainbow - The Rolling Stones

For Kaz - Love Is A Dog - Tinpan Orange

For Rook - Lonely Boy - The Black Keys

For Gabriel - Behind Blue Eyes - The Who and Limp Bizkit version

For Raquel - Dark was the night - Blind Willie Johnson (Not the soviet WW2 song 😅, but, this was also a WW2 song, and is currently one of the many songs on Voyager 1's golden record, currently voyaging through deep space)

For Michael - The Masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer

For Letterman - (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear - Elvis Presley

For Collins - Daydream Believer - The Monkees

For Salazar - Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky

For Reville - The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil

For Megan - Queen - Seven Seas Of Rhye

For Mio - Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit

.... okay, that took awhile, wow.

#breachverse #breachverse ask #breach: the archangel job #breach:the archangel job #btaj #breach: chicago warzone #bcwz

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Since you’re considering PotC, could I request a platonic Captain Salazar with a reader who is his daughter, but is also a pirate?

Like, when Salazar was imprisoned in the Devil’s Triangle, reader was a child, and as she grew, she came to resent him for prioritizing his pirate hunt instead of his family. So in an act of rebelliousness, she joins a crew, and later turns into a pirate and ends up sailing with Captain Jack Sparrow. As such, when Salazar is freed, him and reader have an… interesting reunion.

Thank you, you rock! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜��˖°

Not only did you become the very thing he hates, but you're with the pirate that killed him... yikes. The plot's kind of everywhere as I was trying to figure out how to make you two meet and stuff....

Reunion of a Dead Man

Yandere! Platonic! Captain Armando Salazar Scenario

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Murder, Threats, Graphic descriptions of murder, Sadism, Family issues, Delusional behavior, Blood mention Platonic Yandere.

"You're infected... dirtied, my dear."

You ignore the man's words, chains preventing you from moving around the part of the ship he kept you in. It was a mistake following Sparrow. A trident couldn't save the sea from him.

Your father.

"I would not call myself infected." You reply, refusing to look the undead man in the eye.

"Do you prefer misguided? Lost? You are no pirate." Salazar huffs, stepping closer. "No daughter of mine is a pirate."

"Then I am not your daughter."

Salazar pauses, looking at you with cold eyes.

"... What nonsense do you speak now?"

You grin. If you could not leave this ship you'd simply get under his skin. He wants to keep you, so you'll make his life hell.

"You were never there for me. Prioritizing hunting pirates rather than caring for me and mother. Does that really make you my father?"

You flinch when a sword meets your neck, it doesn't cut but it's enough to be a warning. Your rebellious act falters.

"Enough. You ARE my daughter. We are together now, are we not?"

You shy away when you feel an undead hand on top of your head, messing with your hair in an affectionate way. Very uncharacteristic of the man in front of you....

The very man that slaughtered thousands, including your captain. Jack Sparrow.

"We are together now and forever. I will cleanse you of these decrepit beliefs and train you to keep this sea pure by my side. Does that not sound wonderful?"

"It sounds horrible..." You whisper, Salazar ignoring your comment.

"I refuse to let a pirate such as Sparrow take my own child away from me."

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You had grown up with your mother to care for you. When you were young your mother said your father decided to dedicate himself to the sea. Slaying pirates and keeping the sea safe.

He never returned to greet you after voyages, however....

As you grew up you stopped having hope he'd return. You found there was no point. The more you grew up, the more you resented him.

You wanted to be nothing like him. You hated him. He hated pirates so much he'd abandon you over them? Fine.

You'll just become a pirate.

Your mother was never too keen on your behavior. You reassured her you'd be fine, it did little to quell her worries. You would follow your own path in life and voyage across the seas.

You started off on a crew then slowly became a pirate. You stayed on crews for awhile before swapping. Through this... you met someone who'd change your life forever.

Captain Jack Sparrow. A man who has trouble keeping a crew and a ship. Nevertheless, you managed to find yourself a part of his crew.

You spent time together on voyages before eventually parting. You'd call each other close but nothing intimate. As much as his flirting said otherwise.

You never expected to see Jack again. Same as your father you'd just move on. Until he managed to show up again.

Spouting worries about a man with a familiar name....

Captain Armando Salazar was out on the seas again. Baffling you and everyone else. You have not heard his name called until now for a long time....

"Jack...." You say one night, on a ship with him to find the trident Henry and Carina keep talking about. Once again, Jack brought only trouble.... "Why do you know Salazar...?"

"That's a long story.... Long story short! I may have... gotten him trapped in the Devil's Triangle...?"

Once you heard what Jack had said, you couldn't tell how to feel. Were you angry? Was Jack the reason your father never showed...?

Or was there something else you didn't know-

"... I see- Could you... tell me more?"

------

Salazar was never expecting to see you again. As a father, he was proud his little girl had matured into a beautiful young lady. However...

What were you doing alongside pirates?

An even better question, of all pirates, why was Sparrow your captain?

Not only had Sparrow stolen his life from him, but he had stolen you. His own daughter, now tainted by the plague known as pirates.... Such news infuriated him.

He had seen you through a telescope while tracking Jack and his crew. Why did he need you? You were so misguided without your father....

Not only was Salazar focused on killing Sparrow, he was also focused on getting his daughter back.

Leading to you reuniting with him...

Albeit forcefully by ship raid.

"Now what are you doing here, dear?"

You keep your distance from the undead butcher of the sea. Salazar was no father to you.... He was a murderer, an enemy.

"Wish I could say the same to you, Salazar."

You say his name with venom, it doesn't deter him in the slightest.

"Well isn't this a reunion? I get to see my own daughter again and kill that dreadful Sparrow. Isn't this exciting?"

"Stay away from Jack!"

Salazar grins, black spilling from his mouth.

"I could say the same to you, (Y/N). Now, be a good girl, and wait on the ship."

You scream when some of Salazar's crew pick you up from the boat you were voyaging on, carrying you away. Salazar gives you one last look before turning in the direction of Jack.

"You will pay for dirtying my daughter, Sparrow."

------

"You killed him, didn't you...." You sob, pulling at your chains fruitlessly.

"What else would I have done?" Salazar frowns at your sadness. "Let him fly free? No... such a bird should have his wings clipped. Especially after stealing you."

"He did not steal me!"

Salazar ignores your words, only grinning at the bloodied blade he possessed.

"... He called out for you, you know." Salazar hums. "Birdie had no idea just who he was messing around with. It was so nice to slash his windpipe. No more taunting, no more tweeting...."

You no longer hold back your tears. You cry in your chains as Salazar wipes them away. You hated him, if he was your father, wouldn't he put you first?

"No need to cry, estrella... Your father is here to console you. You won't be tainted ever again. Not as long as I roam these seas."

He was the one making you cry. Him consoling you only made it worse.

You were right to hate him.

Salazar was a monster, you wish you never knew him.

#yandere potc #yandere pirates of the caribbean #yandere armando salazar #platonic yandere

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cheesy09 · 2 years ago

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[CN] Kiro's Boundless Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

[PART 1]

Sailor A: If there is any wine left, bring it up! There are also a few more servings of grilled fish!

Sailor B: I salute the captain with this cup!

The lively laughter and the fragrant wine made one feel that they were in a lively market on land. In fact, the last ray of sunlight had been swallowed up by sea at that moment, and the firelight on the ship had become the only source of light in the midst of this vast sea.

Sailor B: If you hadn’t caught on to the fact that the first mate was actually a spy sent by the navy, how could we have had a chance to drink!

Sailors: To the captain! To the Morningstar! To our undefeated Morningstar who is forever free!

The blonde boy surrounded by sailors in the center did not refuse. He drank the strong drink with a smile and showed the empty cup to everyone.

Kiro: It was nothing. As long as it’s an enemy who hinders our search for the Golden Country, I just did what I had to do. Tomorrow, we will continue to sail towards the east!

Sailors: Golden Country! Golden Country!

MC: .....

I looked around. Everyone seemed to be drunk and excited under the influence of alcohol. No one paid attention to the little corner I was in.

I swallowed, got up from my seat and quietly walked towards the captain’s room.

The rough workmanship of the lock snapped open with the stroke of a silver needle. I pushed open the door and snuck into the room in the dark.

MC: Huh. After more than a month, I finally got an opportunity...

I carefully took out the luminous stone from my bosom, and by the shimmering light of the stone, I began looking for the clues I wanted in the captain’s cabin.

MC: A map... a purse... a glove?

MC: Half a leather belt, a rusted knife, uh... is that a stone? Oh, it’s bread...

The more I searched, the colder my heart became. The room was in a mess, and everything lay there, except there was a lack of...

Notes.

MC: Doesn’t this guy write voyage notes at all? How is he supposed to find the Golden Country?

Kiro: By intuition, of course.

MC: !!!

The sound rang out loudly and I shuddered with fright. The luminous stone fell from my palm and rolled towards the source of the sound.

Thump - the captain of the Morningstar stepped on the luminous stone with the tip of his shoe and leaned against the door frame with his upper body. I didn’t know how long he had spent looking at me.

The moonlight outlined a beautiful arc on Kiro’s cheeks, and also lit up his smile that seemed full of interest.

Kiro: Unexpectedly, while everyone was busy drinking, a little mouse slipped into my room.

MC: I...

Kiro: I remember you. Weren’t you the sailor who transferred from the Spring Creek merchant ship to ours last month? What was your name again... MC?

He kicked away the luminous stone and the shimmering light vanished into the piles of debris. Kiro walked in slowly as he spoke.

Kiro: This month you had five days of outpost lookout, three days of foremast maintenance, four days of kitchen duty, and cleaning of the deck during the remaining time.

Kiro: See, my memory’s pretty good, so I don’t need to record anything with pen and paper~

His tone was as adorable as that of a youngster showing off his achievements. But I knew he was just an adorable little devil in disguise.

There was nowhere to escape within the narrow space of the captain’s cabin. I staggered back step by step, my back against a porthole.

[Note: This is what a porthole looks like]

MC: Captain, I-I can explain!

Kiro: Well, I’m a very wise captain, so of course I’ll give you time to explain!

The closer he got, the more potent the smell of alcohol from Kiro’s body became, but his blue eyes were surprisingly bright in the night, without any traces of drunkenness within them. His hand grabbed my arm and he leaned over slowly, forcing me to lean back, my upper body almost sticking out of the porthole.

The hunting sea breeze mixed with his smile, and his words travelled to my ears one by one.

Kiro: Of course, if Miss MC’s explanation fails to satisfy me...

Kiro: I wouldn’t mind having one less person on board tonight.

Kiro’s words were by no means a threat. He would definitely do as he says, as evidenced by the Morningstar’s first mate being thrown into the sea this afternoon.

I took a deep breath and looked straight at him.

MC: Do you remember the Miracle?

Kiro’s hand loosened a little.

MC: I am the daughter of the Captain of the Miracle. And my father, like you, is an adventurer in search of the Golden Country. After his voyage, he’s been entrusting passing merchant ships to bring me letters, but two years ago, I never heard from my father again.

MC: He mentioned the Morningstar in his last letter before he disappeared, as well as you.

MC: I was really worried, so I came to your ship through the Spring Creek...

Kiro: To find news about your father from me?

Kiro sneered and the wind blew harshly across my earlobes.

Kiro: Since there’s been no news of him for two years, why don’t you think that he’s dead?

MC: He’s not! My father was the best captain in the world. He said that those who seek the Golden Country would never be defeated by the sea!

The moment I blurted that out, Kiro’s eyes narrowed.

Remembering the rumors of the young captain’s erratic temper, I quickly added another sentence.

MC: Ah, that “best” was just a modal particle! I mean, you and your Morningstar are also very, very, very good...

Kiro: HAHAHA..! Your compliment is too lame!

Kiro: However, I really like the second half of what you just said - that those who seek the Golden Country would never be knocked down by the sea.

He finally let go of my restrains completely and straightened up slowly.

Kiro: I do know of your father’s whereabouts, but because you rummaged through my room, I’m not really in the mood to tell you. Unless...

MC: Unless what?

His brows and eyes were smiling with an impish arc to them like he had succeeded in pulling off a prank.

Kiro: Unless you accompany me to find the legendary “Golden Country”.

[PART 2]

Kiro: Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news to announce!

Early the next morning, Kiro called everyone to the deck. He tapped the railing with his telescope and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Kiro: Yesterday, the traitor Laudy went where he was supposed to be, leaving the Morningstar’s first mate’s position vacant.

Kiro: After my careful investigation, I’ve found the most outstanding replacement candidate today.

Hearing that sentence, everyone’s faces showed a look of excitement, and exclamations of “choose me!” resounded in the crowd, one after another.

Kiro: She is...

The young captain circled his forefinger and thumb in a serious manner and swept it along the crowd from left to right.

Finally, the direction in which his finger was pointed at, stopped over my figure.

Kiro: MC.

As soon as he said that, an incomprehensible roar erupted from the deck.

Sailor A: I don’t agree, Captain! How long has she been here, why!

Sailor B: How can a newcomer be the Morningstar’s first mate! It would be better if she cleaned the deck!

The wave of opposition almost overwhelmed me. I subconsciously wanted to back away, but instead, got a shove by someone. I couldn’t see who it was.

I staggered a few steps and was pushed out of the crowd. The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

The hostility from all directions made me feel uncomfortable. Only Kiro, who stood on the high platform, seemingly none the wiser, hooked his finger at me.

Kiro: Oh, it seems like my new chief mate can’t wait, so hurry up and come up here!

MC: ...This guy!

I gritted my teeth, walked slowly to his side and glared at him quietly.

MC: Did you... did you push me to the cusp on purpose?

Kiro: That’s right, I did it on purpose. The captain has clear rewards and punishments. This was your punishment for sneaking into my room yesterday and not drinking with everyone.

As Kiro spoke, he embraced my shoulders like any captain would to their trusted first mate, and the nasty, low laugh that only I could hear flashed past my ears.

Kiro: If you can’t tame the people below, then you will never be able to tame the sea under your feet as well... And if so, then you might as well go back to land as soon as possible and become a bird that can never open its wings.

MC: ...!

He looked into my frightened pupils and blinked slyly.

Kiro: So show me what you’ve got, my first mate.

MC: I found a lot of oil stains in the crossbow. It needs to be cleaned and maintained.

Sailor A: Oh, can’t you see that we’re all busy here? Please go and do it yourself, first mate.

MC: .....

MC: Navigator, why are there no records in the logbook of the last two days? Waves and weather have a great impact on sailing. You should...

Sailor B: Mind your own business. The past two days have been calm, so what is there to record... or you can just record it later.

MC: .....

MC: Ahhhh, who stole that piece of bacon in the kitchen?! That was a reserve that could only be used next week!

Kiro: Hmm? What? Who stole it?

A certain blond guy holding a small piece of dark meat in one hand, walked down the stairs without shame and came up to me.

Kiro: Oops, who made my first mate angry? How ugly his face must be, how unlovable. Come, I’ll give you some delicious meat!

MC: I don’t want...

Before I could refuse, he shoved the roasted meat into my mouth.

The aroma of fruit wood and the roughness and coarseness of salt grains were the perfect amount to mix together. The moment my tongue touched the meat, the familiar continental flavor rushed in.

Kiro: Delicious, right?

MC: You... this is the unauthorized use of food supplies. It’s a serious violation of the pirate code..!

Kiro: On my ship, I’m the code.

Kiro: What’s more, you also ate that piece of meat now, which makes us accomplices, so you can’t expose me~

MC: You-you-you...

I stammered the word “you” but couldn’t say the next words for a long time. I just let my throat roll and swallowed the bacon completely.

Kiro: HAHAHAHA! How about it? It’s really delicious, right?

Kiro grew happier as he watched me. He stretched out a hand and stroked my face.

The fingers with which he held the rudder for long periods of time weren’t delicate, and the palm of his hand carried with it the tide of the see. I don’t know why, but the moment his fingertips wiped the little oil stain on my mouth, it seemed to light a flame on the corner of my lips, setting my entire face on fire.

Kiro: I shared with you my food, so why are you still blushing with anger? Do you not accept my love?

MC: [blushing] I’m not blushing with anger, I was... I was choking!

I felt like it had nothing to do with Kiro, so I turned my face away from him angrily, not wanting to entangle this topic with him.

Kiro: What’s the matter? Suddenly ignoring me again?

Kiro half bent down and lifted my drooping bangs.

Kiro: How about eating some orange candy I found on the navy ship? It isn’t included in the loot. It’s my personal collection.

MC: Kiro, don’t make fun of me anymore...

I reluctantly wanted to poke his hand away, but he grabbed my fingertips instead.

Kiro: Why would I make fun of you? I really want to give you a reward!

Kiro: You’ve been a good first mate this month, and as captain, of course I have to reward my men.

MC: Eh?

I hadn’t expected him to say that so I was stunned for a while, but Kiro raised his eyebrows as a matter of course.

Kiro: As I said, I have a very good memory and you are indeed a great first mate.

Kiro: Last week you spotted the semaphore on the opposite ship in time to keep the Morningstar away from the patrolling navy.

Kiro: I also saw you cleaning the crossbows by yourself, and mending the small sails by the wayside; And the night before yesterday, you were the one who hid in a corner of the deck and immersed yourself in making up the logbook, right?

Kiro: And since you became my first mate, there’s never been a case of drinking and causing a ruckus or stealing the supplies on the ship... Well, my stealing doesn’t count.

MC: What...

Hearing him once again tell me all the things I had done on the ship this month, my face that had just cooled down, grew warm again.

Kiro: So well, while it’s going to be a while before my guys recognize you, I don’t regret having you as my first mate.

Kiro: Anyway, I praised you so much. Shouldn’t you repay it?

Kiro winked at me with a smile on his face. “You have to praise me too” was written all over his face.

MC: I...

I opened my mouth to take a deep breath and nodded earnestly.

MC: Of course I’ll repay it!

MC: Captain, during my tenure as first mate, I found there to be many dangers on the exhibition ship! First of all, the nautical diary must be recorded every day, otherwise it’s going to be impossible to predict the weather the next day, which is going to affect our judgment of the sea route;

MC: There is also a strong sense of homesickness among the sailors, which has led to a growing trend of alcoholism on board...

MC: I think it needs to be contained. What would a boat of drunks look like? Oh, also, the screws on the rear mast seem to be loose. I recommend going to the shipyard in the port for overhaul as soon as possible.

Kiro: Are you... just going to tell me that?

MC: Well, that’s my duty as Morningstar’s first mate!

Kiro: ...So stubborn.

Kiro pouted and sighed, then waved his hand.

Kiro: Fine, the logbook and sailor discipline will be handed over to you in the future. As for the small problem of loose screws, that can be solved without having to go to the shipyard...

MC: Is it a small problem that the Morningstar doesn’t have a ship description?

[PART 3]

Hearing my words, Kiro’s expression froze. I didn’t pay much mind to it and continued on.

MC: I checked the voyage records of the past few years, and it seems that ever since the Morningstar left the harbor, it has never returned to shore.

MC: Supplies, repairs... they were all done on board.

MC: An anchor is an essential component of every ship. Without it, a ship cannot make water sounding or dock at all. Is it because there is no anchor that it has never docked?

Kiro: No, you said it the other way around. Because the Morningstar doesn’t need to dock, it didn’t need an anchor.

Kiro’s tone was light, as if the anchor was just an insignificant part of the ship.

MC: What do you mean that there is no need to dock... That’s only because the Morningstar hasn’t had any major problems so far! Once the keel and mainmast are damaged, it must be returned to shore for repairs!

Kiro: Then wait until it has a problem.

MC: How can this wait?! All in all, this problem of missing ship parts is very serious. My suggestion is...

Kiro: Do you care so much about anchors because you, like those sailors, are homesick and want to go back to shore?

Kiro suddenly changed the subject. I couldn’t help but shake my head subconsciously.

MC: I don’t want to go back to shore. Didn’t I promise to accompany you to the Golden Country? I won’t leave until I find it!

Kiro: Right...

The corners of his mouth lifted upwards. This smile was different from his usual jokey and lively one. Instead, this one was soft and somewhat illusory.

Kiro: Then promise me. Before we find the Golden Country, you must be like me. You aren’t allowed to leave the sea.

Kiro: I’ll supervise you.

His eyes were fixed on me, and in them I saw the persistence for treasure that every adventurer deserved. But his persistence was more passionate than that of ordinary people... fanatical, even.

MC: Kiro...

Kiro: After chatting for this long, it seems the merchant supply ship is about to arrive. I have to go back to take the helm!

MC: Kiro, I still have something to say, don’t run!

I also wanted to ask Kiro to clarify something, but a sailor stopped me and told me about the procurement needs of ammunition.

After such a delay, it wasn’t until that evening, when the merchant supply ship contacted the Morningstar, that I finally finished the inventory and returned to the deck.

The sky gradually darkened and the clouds in the distance gathered together a little lower than during the day, almost directly separated from the sea level by a narrow margin.

The night wind, which was a bit strange on weekdays, swept across the decks along the currents, but instead brought with it a hot summer air.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and checked off the items on the list with a pen.

MC: Forty heavy bullets, sixty chain bullets, twenty arquebuses...

MC: By the way, buy another seven cans of candied lemons. Our captain likes them.

MC; Well, that’s all! Let’s move things over here!

The sailors responded and they walked towards the merchant ship, then stopped in front of the bulwark.

MC; Hmm? What’s wrong?

Sailor: Captain.

Sailor: We... we want to leave Morningstar.

The boat fell silent for a moment and everyone’s eyes turned to Kiro.

MC: Kiro...

His expression seemed unfazed as he leaned against the railing, playing with a sabre in his hands.

Kiro: It’s fine if you leave, but I don’t recommend leaving now.

Sailor: If not now, then when are we going to leave? When you find that bullshit Golden Country?!

Kiro stopped his fingers that were playing with the tip of the knife.

Sailor: When the shells pierced through the deck the previous year, the Morningstar did not return; When the shortage of fresh water nearly killed people last year, the Morningstar did not stop; Captain, people outside say we are the free and undefeated Morningstar, but they don’t know that the Morningstar can’t dock because it has no anchor!

Sailor: Five years. We’ve been adrift at sea for five years. Isn’t that enough?!

Sailor: You’re lucky enough that you’re favored by the sea. You can live on the sea all your life. But we still have homes we want to go back to, is that wrong?

Sailor: We don’t want to be ghosts of a second “Miracle” who die without a place to be buried. Is that wrong?!

MC: .....!!

When I heard the news of the Miracle, my entire body froze. Kiro glanced at me quickly, then returned his gaze to the sailors nonchalantly.

Kiro: So, at the end of the day, you still prefer a stable land, right? All those with rhetoric when they came to sea, lied to me, right?

Sailor: We’re just not as crazy as you are.

Kiro: How am I “crazy”?

Sailor: Because only a lunatic would believe in an ethereal golden country and die for it.

Sailor: And we are all normal people.

Kiro was silent for a while, and then he straightened up. He raised his saber and pointed at the remaining hesitant sailors.

Kiro: Anyone else who wants to leave Morningstar, I won’t stop you.

After a while, one, two... a dozen sailors walked out slowly. They gave Kiro a quick salute, then shrank their necks and went to the merchant ship next to them.

Kiro: Any more?

His eyes fell back on me again. I knew what he wanted to say, so I raised my jaw and said every word resolutely.

MC: Kiro, we made a promise earlier that I would accompany you to find the Golden Country and you would tell me about my father’s whereabouts. I won’t believe anything I hear about the Miracle from other people.

Kiro: .....

Under the veil of the sky, only the scattered torches illuminated the deck. The firelight fell on Kiro’s blue eyes, like they were the only twinkling stars in this gloomy night.

He stared at me for a long time and finally smiled.

Kiro: Unexpectedly, my first mate’s a total dead head.

MC: In the end, nearly one-third of the crew left...

The merchant ship gradually moved away. Seeing that the Morningstar was now empty, I couldn’t help but sigh and turned my head to look at Kiro who was at the helm.

He held the rudder with one had, took out a flat silver flask with the other and took a sip of wine. He frowned as he looked at the sea ahead.

With so many sailors off the Morningstar all at once, he must have been sad as the captain...

I hesitated for a while, but still got closer to him.

MC: Kiro, are you in a bad mood?

Kiro: No, I was just thinking about something.

MC: What is it?

Kiro: Which direction do you think these people in front of you will go home from?

After the merchant ship left, the Morningstar readied its supplies before it set sail again. At this moment, the two ships were heading east at a speed of about six knots. I turned over the map, calculated the latitude and longitude, and answered.

MC: The nearest port should be Hwapo Port, which is 200 nautical miles away.

Kiro: Two hundred nautical miles...

Kiro: Then I don’t think they should go back.

MC: Eh?

Kiro: Look ahead.

I looked in the direction he pointed at. There were no stars or moon tonight. The clouds had already overlapped with the sea and the thick black color blurred the horizon.

In the distant layer of clouds, a white light suddenly streaked across, like fleeting daylight... but how could there be daylight at midnight?

MC: It’s... it’s the sign of a storm!

MC: But according my logbook, there shouldn’t be any storms these days!!

Kiro: My dear first mate, if the sea was as reasonable as the words written by human beings, then it would be too gentle.

MC: So what do we do now, change course?

Kiro: It’s too late. We can only continue heading east, and...

MC: And what?

Kiro raised his head and stared at the sea level. The corners of his mouth curved into a wanton smile.

Kiro: And... I want to tame the sea.

MC: ...!

I took half a step back in a daze. Maybe the sailors who left were right... Kiro was indeed a lunatic.

At that moment, the first drop of rain fell from the sky.

[PART 4]

Kiro: Raise the third sail of the mainmast too! Send three more men to see the winch!

Sailor: No Captain, the wind is strong enough for the boat to capsize!

Kiro: I won’t let it!

Kiro slammed the steering wheel and the Morningstar nimbly passed through one wave after another, looking for life under the power of heaven.

What Kiro had said was right. The speed of the boat could never be compared to speed of the ever-changing sea. In less than quarter of an hour, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain. Muffled thunder sounded from overhead, as if shocking punishment would befall us at any moment.

The originally gentle waves became tempestuous, making it almost impossible to stand on deck. Everyone had to use ropes to tie their wrists to the hull to avoid falling into the sea.

I gritted my teeth and grasped the railing, looking forward.

Originally, the merchant ship was meant to travel offshore, but now it carried more than one third of the crew from Morningstar. The deep draft made it very difficult to even adjust its course. Presently, it was crumbling amidst the waves and was on the verge of overturning at any moment.

MC: Kiro, the merchant ship in front seems to be unable to endure any longer!

Kiro: That’s their foolishness! I warned them that it wasn’t advisable to leave today, but they were still thinking about running to the port!

MC: We have to save them!

Kiro: Then you’re a fool as well!

MC: I’m not!

I shook my head vigorously, untied the rope, and threw myself at the rudder the moment the bow was raised, grabbing onto Kiro’s arm.

Kiro: ! What are you doing...?!

The sound of the rain, waves and thunder mixed together. I had to hug Kiro tight enough for him for him to hear my voice clearly.

MC: The Morningstar is now short of seventeen scullers, nine sailors and five repairmen... These people are essential if you want to tame the sea!

MC: You’re the fool, Kiro!

Kiro, whose voice almost escaped his throat, widened his eyes in surprise, as if he was seeing me for the first time.

Before he could speak, another huge wave hit. The hull was thrown high and my foot slipped, and I fell straight back!

MC: ...!

In the blink of an eye, a hand firmly wrapped around my waist and pulled me back aggressively.

Kiro: I don’t need you to teach me how to tame the sea, newcomer!

Kiro’s blue eyes were so bright in the rainy night that I couldn’t bear to look at him. He pushed me to the rudder and took the roulette wheel.

Kiro: But it’s not bad being a captain who occasionally listens to the advice of his first mate. So next, you’re going to take the helm.

MC: Then you...

Kiro: I’m going to save some people!

Kiro: Remember, you are my first mate, and when the captain’s there, you are my right and left hand; When the captain’s away, you are my heart!

He picked up the wet captain’s hat hanging by the rudder and put it on his head. The lightning shone brightly on top of his head, drawing a hundred lines in the darkness, making the captain with blond hair look like the most dazzling starlight amidst these boundless waves

Kiro: Morningstar, full sail to the east!

The orange light of dawn scattered across the sea and the warmth washed away everyone’s fatigue. The shallow waves were like a mother’s hand, gently shaking a cradle. If it weren’t for the broken hull still floating in the sea, the wild storm last night would have seemed like a dream.

Merchant ship captain: First mate, thank you so much for your Morningstar this time! If you hadn’t come to our rescue, we’d be finished!

MC: It’s nothing. After all, the rules of sea are that you can’t wait for death.

Sailor: Um... mate MC.

I turned my head and saw the sailors who had left the Morningstar, support each other and come over.

Sailor: What about the captain?

MC: Huh? He was on deck just now...

I looked around, but I couldn’t see Kiro’s figure. The sailors gave a wry smile.

Sailor: Forget it, the captain probably doesn’t want to see us either.

MC: He probably doesn’t care about that.

Sailor: But we care.

Sailor: In fact, missing our hometown was only part of the reason. The other part was because the more we sailed, the more afraid we became.

Sailor: Instead of becoming as determined and fearless as he was, we called him a lunatic. But if it weren’t for a lunatic like that captain, last night we would have...

The leading sailor covered his face, and after a while, he shook his head.

Sailor: First mate, I’m really sorry that we looked down on you before. Maybe the two of you will really be able to find the Golden Land.

The sailors gave me a sincere salute, looked back deeply at the star sculpture on the bow of the Morningstar, and left the deck.

As soon as they left, I suddenly felt as if my head had been lightly hit by a small paper ball.

MC: ...?

I looked up and found the golden figure siting on a high, tall watchtower, holding a telescope in one hand and waving at me with the other.

MC: What are you doing here? Those sailors were looking for you just now.

Kiro gave up half of his seat. The sea breeze brushed against his bangs, and the smell of salt grains lingered in his hair.

Kiro: It’s okay if they can’t find me. I know what they want to say.

Kiro: So, do these severely homesick patients still want to go back ashore?

MC: Well... thirteen people have changed their minds and want to go back to the ship to accompany you on your adventures.

Kiro: Only thirteen, huh? My charm is too low...

Kiro pouted and I couldn’t help laughing.

MC: But those who returned to shore said they would tell everyone the story of the Captain of the Morningstar. They’ll let people know there’s an unbeatable Morningstar on the sea, and about its free-spirited captain.

Kiro: ...That’s about the same.

Kiro: Since that’s the case, I’ll be a little more merciful and let the Morningstar sail five nautical miles away from Hwapo Port. They can swim back to shore themselves~

MC: You better put an anchor on the boat!!

Kiro: HAHAHAHA I don’t want to!

Kiro: At least for now, I don’t have any plans on letting the Morningstar dock, as to whether there will be...

Kiro didn’t say any more. He looked at me with smug eyes, just like the first time I’d seen him, and it seemed to have a little more feeling than the first time. With his arms on the railing, he looked down at the busy sailors on deck, his voice soft like a seabird passing over the top of a wave.

Kiro: Speaking of which, I don’t think the Morningstar should be the only thing that the people who return to shore should sing praises about. There should be praises for the boats who gave everything for the ideal of the Golden Country, as well as those who were on board.

MC: ...Like, the Miracle?

Kiro: Including the Miracle, of course.

Kiro nodded seriously. He turned his head, as if remembering something.

Kiro: For your hard work, I should tell you about the Miracle too.

Kiro: The last time I saw the Miracle was in a storm. Both of our ships were in a critical condition at the time, and I was trying to save the Miracle, but I got... a semaphore from your father.

MC: What did he say?

Kiro lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

Kiro: “We will meet again in the East”.

Kiro: After that, I never saw the Miracle again. Do you think we can meet again?

MC: We can.

MC: Because those who seek the Golden Country will never be defeated by the sea. My father was like that, and so will we.

Kiro laughed again. There was no humor or shrewdness in his smile, just a soft light that was brighter than the blue sea.

MC: Kiro, why did you never have the idea of returning to shore?

Kiro straightened his arm, pointed to the land a hundred nautical miles away on the right, and then pointed to the vast ocean on the left.

Kiro: Because I was born at sea and grew up at sea. There’s no home for me on the shore.

Kiro: When I was very young, the master who taught me how to sail once told me that there were many fish that have a habit of migrating upstream. Although they have seen the vast sea, they will eventually travel thousand of miles back to the rivers on land.

Kiro: I was never able to understand that sentiment before.

He stopped and looked at me abruptly.

Kiro: But recently, I seem to understand it a little.

MC: What?

Kiro: Since the sea was where I was born and also where I grew up, then in a sense, the sea is my home.

Kiro: I’m persistently looking for the legendary Golden Land, and I’m happy with everything the sea has given me. Someday, I’ll die here as well.

Kiro: This may also be another sense of “upstream migration”.

Kiro stretched out his hand towards me, and the veins in his palm tempted me to reach out and intertwine my hand with his.

Kiro: What about you, MC?

Kiro: You obviously have a home on the shore like those sailors. Why don’t you feel homesick? Is it because your father is at sea that the location of “home” has changed?

MC: I...

I nodded, then shook my head again.

MC: I have no idea.

MC: At least during yesterday’s storm, I wasn’t thinking about getting through the crises to find my father.

Kiro: So what were you thinking about?

MC: I was thinking...

Running my fingers through the gaps between his, I laced our fingers together and gripped them tightly.

MC: Kiro is the most cunning and most arrogant captain, but he’s also the captain that I like the most. He can’t do without a first mate like me.

I spoke those words softly and Kiro’s expression went from being stunned to one of joy.

Kiro: You pass. The captain of the Morningstar really cannot do without you.

The next moment, something salty and soft bit my lips.

It was the taste of the sea. It was the taste of Kiro.

The sea was never gentle, and even his kisses at sea were so rough, so savage, that they seemed to rob me of my everything.

My eyes widened, my hands clearly wanting to push him away, but when my back was pressed up against the railing of the watchtower, I subconsciously hugged him even harder.

It took a while for my lips to be released, but I seemed to find my tongue and stammered.

MC: [blushing] Th-this again... you-you why...

Kiro: Because you’re the deadliest, most likeable first mate. This is your reward from the most cunning and arrogant captain.

Under the golden light of the sea, farther that the far east, a small island loomed.

“We will meet again in the East”.

Golden Country, here we come.

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#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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universalcaffination · 2 years ago

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spock doesn’t actually speak until the end of film in search for spock... there is the narration nimoy does at the end of WoK that is used at the beginning of this one and spock’s kahtra technically speaks through bones on occasion, but spock doesn’t actually talk until he’s back in one piece after the reunification of his kahtra to his body

not only is this a convo with kirk, but it’s about three very interesting things that blend together: first, knowledge that has been given to him since he woke up that kirk is responsible for him being alive again (even if he doesn’t understand why). i am now going to word vomit about this

the second piece is sparked by kirk’s answer to this question, a reworking of the phrase they used multiple times together - the needs of the one outweighing the needs of the many and vice versa. not only is this something they’ve said in multiple convos, it was a part of their last conversation together as spock was dying. recognizing these words/their reverse helps him remember why he died in the first place, he’s even able to repeat the next part of the conversation they had and can ask about what happened because of the actions he took before they spoke, and their effect to the ship after he died

spock remembering jim’s name during this part is the most interesting, since it comes out of nowhere and isn’t technically related to what they’re talking about. there’s something else that clicks in that vulcan brain about this human he’s talking to. it’s not admiral, not captain, hell not even kirk. it’s his first name, which is something spock wasn’t exactly known for using unless in private or when he was panicking (devil in the dark comes to mind lmaooo)

im mulling over why this is the third piece to what they say to each other... it seems to be the first bit of information to come to spock that isn’t directly related to a memory or stemming from what is currently being discussed. there’s certainly something very sweet in remembering his t’hy’lya’s name and the last time they spoke to one another before all else...

its especially eye opening considering spock insists on calling him admiral throughout the voyage home after he’s been reintegrated into societal norms (and probably regained some/most of his memory) even though kirk insists that jim is just fine of a thing to call him!

#star trek #the search for spock #spock #james kirk #the voyage home #wrath of khan search for spock and voyage home take place within like a total of 6 months #holy shit that's a very adventerous time for the enterprise crew!!!!!!

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defjux · 2 years ago

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100 of my favorite modern metal releases, from 2010 to now. i stuck to death, black, doom, post, blackgaze, stoner, sludge, etc for this just to make it easier but there’s a few i threw on here just because it felt like they fit. i did make another one of these lists recently for the more punk/hardcore influenced stuff though which you can find here if you’re interested. i’ve also listed all of the albums below. Chart with album names included Spotify Playlist

1. Ne Obliviscaris - Portal Of I 2. Panopticon - Autumn Eternal 3. Krallice - Years Past Matter 4. Blood Incantation - Hidden History Of The Human Race 5. Alcest - Écailles de lune 6. Agalloch - Marrow of the Spirit 7. Pallbearer - Sorrow and Extinction 8. Mgła - Exercises in futility 9. Imperial Triumphant - Vile Luxury 10. Deafheaven - New Bermuda 11. Vektor - Terminal Redux 12. NEPTUNIAN MAXIMALISM - Éons 13. Ulcerate - Stare Into Death And Be Still 14. Gorguts - Colored Sands 15. Thou - Summit 16. Deathspell Omega - Paracletus 17. YOB - Clearing the Path to Ascend 18. Oranssi Pazuzu - Värähtelijä 19. Kayo Dot - Hubardo 20. Altar of Plagues - Teethed Glory and Injury 21. Hell - Hell III 22. Oathbreaker - Rheia 23. Batushka - Litourgiya 24. Cult of Luna - Vertikal 25. Saor - Aura 26. Serpent Column - Kathodos 27. Mare Cognitum - Solar Paroxysm 28. Ethereal Shroud - Trisagion 29. Warforged - I: Voice 30. Rivers of Nihil - Monarchy 31. Zeal & Ardor - Devil Is Fine 32. White Ward - Futility Report 33. Leviathan - Scar Sighted 34. Bell Witch - Mirror Reaper 35. Thou - Magus 36. Sleep - The Sciences 37. Panopticon - Kentucky 38. The Ruins of Beverast - Exuvia 39. Amenra - Mass VI 40. Ne Obliviscaris - Citadel 41. Cult Of Luna & Julie Christmas - Mariner 42. Pallbearer - Foundations of Burden 43. Primitive Man - Caustic 44. Blood Incantation - Starspawn 45. growth - The Smothering Arms of Mercy 46. Yellow Eyes - Immersion Trench Reverie 47. Baroness - Purple 48. Imperial Triumphant - Alphaville 49. Misþyrming - Söngvar elds og óreiðu 50. Wake - Devouring Ruin 51. Ştiu Nu Ştiu - Fake End 52. Wolves in the Throne Room - Thrice Woven 53. SubRosa - More Constant Than The Gods 54. Tómarúm - Ash In Realms Of Stone Icons 55. Chelsea Wolfe - Hiss Spun 56. Cult of Fire - Ascetic Meditation Of Death 57. Elder - Dead Roots Stirring 58. Rosetta - A Determinism of Morality 59. Howls of Ebb - Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows 60. Portal - ION 61. Spectral Lore - III 62. Paysage d'Hiver - Im Wald 63. Alcest - Les voyages de l'Âme 64. Behemoth - The Satanist 65. Deafheaven - Sunbather 66. Messa - Close 67. Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine 68. Cattle Decapitation - The Anthropocene Extinction 69. VRTRA - My Bones Hold A Stillness 70. Oranssi Pazuzu - Mestarin Kynsi 71. Ash Borer - Ash Borer 72. Ferriterium - Calvaire 73. The Sword - Warp Riders 74. Morbus Chron - Sweven 75. Gojira - L'Enfant Sauvage 76. Mare Cognitum - Luminiferous Aether 77. Darkspace - Dark Space III I 78. Bestia Arcana - Holókauston 79. Woods of Desolation - Torn Beyond Reason 80. Cormorant - Diaspora 81. Serpent Column - Mirror in Darkness 82. The Ocean - Pelagial 83. Meshuggah - Koloss 84. Krallice - Diotima 85. SPECTRAL WOUND - Infernal Decadence 86. EX EYE - Ex Eye 87. Akhlys - The Dreaming I 88. Tomb Mold - Planetary Clairvoyance 89. Artificial Brain - Infrared Horizon 90. Inter Arma - Paradise Gallows 91. Gris - À l'Âme Enflammée, l'Äme Constellée... 92. Tchornobog - Tchornobog 93. Murmuüre - Murmuüre 94. Sumac - Love In Shadow 95. Funereal Presence - Achatius 96. Flourishing - The Sum of All Fossils 97. papangu - Holoceno 98. Ophis - Spew Forth Odium 99. Blut aus Nord - Hallucinogen 100. Kaatayra - Só Quem Viu o Relâmpago à Sua Direita Sabe

#music recommendations #2010s metal #favorite metal albums #ne obliviscaris #panopticon #krallice #mgla #pallbearer #agalloch #imperial triumphant #deafheaven #alcest #serpent column #white ward #mare cognitum #ulcerate #gorguts #ethereal shroud #oranssi pazuzu

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The Man Who Saw the Devil by metal_eye | E | 4249 "The Devil was staring at him. "Louis shifted slightly in his seat and scratched the back of his neck, picking up his program and reading the title of the play again: L’homme qui a vu le Diable. "He was wearing a satin red suit, one that certainly stood out amongst the usual greys and blacks of other Paris theatres, and instead of merely appearing the two times that the main character summoned him, this Devil followed the other men around on stage as they spoke and played cards. He kept looking over their shoulders and mocking their awkward movements, jerks and twitches compared to his own lithe prowl. The theatre audience, most readily impressed by gruesome effects and sensationalism, couldn’t take their eyes off him. "Neither could Louis." Paris, 1912. Louis is a frequent patron of the Theatre du Grand Guignol. Harry is a performer. Tonight he's playing the Devil.

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The People's Playground by musketrois | T | 17867 It is 1900 in New York City, and Harry Styles has recently immigrated to America from England. His sister encourages him to take a day off from his life as a factory worker and Harry decides to take a trip to the infamous Coney Island where he literally runs into Louis Tomlinson. It looks like Coney Island will be more than Harry bargained for.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry | T | 41315 Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him. It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life. When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died. Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in. He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

No Hold to Hold Onto by kingsofeverything | E | 47913 Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again. His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game. When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes by softfonds | E | 59200 What happens when a Duke who will only marry for love and a courtesan who only sells it create a public ruse? Well, nothing boring for sure. An Edwardian AU.

Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero | M | 62870 On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom. Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform. By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help. Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down. Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl | E | 66205 Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.” Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.” Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

#early 1900s #such good luck #casuallyhl #Paint The Sky With Stars #kiwikero #softfonds #Glitter in the sky glitter in our eyes #No Hold to Hold Onto #kingsofeverything #scrunchyharry #fondre ton absence #musketrois #the people's playground #quickedween #Withdrawal Was the Weeping #turnyourankle #beat the darkness #metal_eye #the man who saw the devil

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any quotes about just like… horror

Ted Hughes, from Gaudete and From Crow's Account of St George

"His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; from ‘The Bloody Chamber’

"I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife / Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life."

— Stevie Smith, from ‘Tender Only to One’

"What awaited me / in the land of the living? / His hand creeping starved / between my thighs? / The sweet stench of rot / choking itself in my hair?"

— Emily Palermo, from 'Eurydice'

"The walls of her bedroom are hung with black satin, embroidered with tears of pearl. At the room’s four corners are funerary urns and bowls which emit slumbrous, pungent fumes of incense. In the centre is an elaborate catafalque, in ebony, surrounded by long candles in enormous silver candlesticks. In a white lace négligé stained a little with blood, the Countess climbs up on her catafalque at dawn each morning and lies down in an open coffin."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; from ‘The Lady of the House of Love’

"Now I could raise / Her dead, dark body to my own / And hear the joyous rustle of her bone / And in her eyes see deathly blaze;

Now could I wake / To passion after death, and taste / The rapture of her hating, tear the waste / Of body. Break, her dead, dark body, break."

— Dylan Thomas, The Notebook Poems 1930–34: Poems from the story, ‘The Fight’

"I stood and watched your wretched Dance of Death / And vomited my heart out through my teeth"

— Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil; from 'A Voyage to Cythera'

"Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me / When I pluck them; / And writhe, and twist, / And strangle themselves against my fingers, / So that I can hardly weave the garland / For your hair / Why do they shriek your name / And spit at me / When I would / cluster them? / Must I kill them / To make them lie still, / And send you a wreath of lolling corpses / To turn putrid and soft / On your forehead / While you dance?"

— Amy Lowell, 'Grotesque'

"At midnight, especially on Walpurgisnacht, the Devil holds picnics in the graveyards and invites the witches; then they dig up fresh corpses, and eat them. Anyone will tell you that."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; from ‘The Werewolf’

"Here’s honest rot / To unpick the heart, pare bone / Free of the fictive vein."

— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘November Graveyard’

"…but from that day on the smell of death became stronger, till it filled the room, tainting the water in her jug, bleeding into the sheets. I brought fresh flowers every morning: all the petals had fallen by the middle of the afternoon."

— John Burnside, from 'The Dumb House'

"There's a drop of blood in my soup / it's the blood of You."

— Alice Notley, Disobedience; 'You'

"And this skull was strung up by a system of unseen cords, so that it appeared to hang, disembodied, in the still, heavy air, and it had been crowned with a wreath of white roses, and a veil of lace, the final image of his bride."

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; ‘The Bloody Chamber’

"His promises were the surgeon’s gag / Her promises took the top off his skull / She would get a brooch made of it / His vows pulled out all her sinews / He showed her how to make a love-knot / Her vows put his eyes in formalin / At the back of her secret drawer / Their screams stuck in the wall / Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves / Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop / In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs / In their dreams their brains took each other hostage / In the morning they wore each other’s face"

⁠⁠— Ted Hughes, Crow; from ‘Lovesong’

"A vision came to her of an ancient goddess lying stretched out in the underworld, prey of death. Her flesh was putrid and swarming with maggots, her decaying form covered with all manner of festering sores that smoldered and gave off black sparks. The luridness of the sight sent the goddess’s lover fleeing in horror, and the moment that he turned and ran, she arose and swept after him in fury, all the love she had borne him transformed utterly into blinding hatred."

— Fumiko Enchi from 'Masks', tr. Juliet Winters Carpenter

"In the gloom of the old asylum human ruins decay. / The dead orphans lie by the garden wall. / From grey rooms step angels with shit-spattered wings. / Worms drip from their yellowed lids."

— Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Poems; from 'Psalm', tr. Will Stone

"What do they do with kidneys and toes / in hospitals? And where did your old dog go / who peed on the rug and growled? / They are at my house now, and what grinds / in your wife’s teeth while she sleeps / is mine. She is chewing / on embryos, on the eyes of your lover, / on your phone book and the empty glass / you left in the kitchen. And in your body, / the one who died there and rots / secretly in the fingers of your spirit, / she is hauling his genitals out, basket / after basket / and mangling all of it in the crusher."

— C. K. Williams, Lies; from 'Trash'

"Her head lolled to one side. Her skin was pale and ravaged with rot, her mouth open, her blank eyes upturned toward the sky. A centipede, glistening and black in the rain, slipped across her cheek and wormed its way into her nostril."

— Dale Bailey, from 'In the Night Wood'

"Hand in hand they skulked, stumbled, ran from door to door, from trashcan to trashcan, from waste heap to waste heap, later returning to their mother’s corpse, to slap their thighs with laughter, to yowl out dirges, to cry, to dance in a strangely disjointed manner, pausing once in a while to kneel down by the corpse, then staring off into space. [...] The children could see clearly how the corpse had begun bleeding from its eyes, nose, and ears. They pointed at it with their spindly fingers, giggled, and chanted their song more ghoulishly and boisterously than ever. [...] The children were nailed inside the apartment with the corpse in question. As their tomb was quite generously proportioned, with numerous burial chambers, it didn’t occur to the children at first that they’d been buried alive. With time, though, the madness of hunger began to ravage the children’s brains; they began to circle the corpse; the madness of hunger tore their jaws open wide. For long days their hunger encouraged them, before they finally wedged their spindly fingers into their mother’s rotting flesh and gnawed down to her bones."

— Marianne Fritz, from 'The Weight of Things', tr. Adrian Nathan West

"The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood⁠— and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror."

— Edgar Allan Poe, The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe; from ‘The Masque of the Red Death’

#compilations #long post #horror

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solshuu · 3 years ago

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when he met you 𓄳 moriarty the patriot

( you have bewitched me, body and soul ) ፧ in the manner of your etiquette and entrance was he truly captivated by your grace.

𓆤 . . .

william james moriarty — "i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit." • devil borne eyes of a crow's feast, oh so maddening yet alluring than a sacrificial forbidden fruit. oh shameful it was ! the carnivorous pyramid who slaughters cruel mistress balance. all these he pleasures but half the weight became less as burdensome heart whom clenched palm when a single look at the beauty returns back like cupid's arrow.

louis james moriarty — "the thousand injuries of fortunato i had borne as i best could" • irked that poor physique who caged the knife and had split eyes into january. damned he was with who spoke of pink lilies into pad bone structure &. have left with a star flickering in pearls that matter won over corpse mind. it grazes innocence and morality, it consumes skyward tartarus gates with a lingered grin that left with less regrets than life claims. his crown has fallen and in another's palms.

albert james moriarty — "turn thee, benvolio, look upon thy death." • webbed songs of sirens chained throat to the ballroom and the backroom. sealed sins hid in corsets and heart buried on sleeves. withering portrait in the curves of god's messenger doth have stolen spring lungs. the deity behold, something he couldn't grasp at all.

sebastian moran — "it is you i cannot sacrifice. i burn for you." • innocence strings to the predator's teeth and a bullet kissing cells who'd shield flesh from sun. "abstract" – the mural he framed in skin and cupid's plague crawling to nape. of dusk brimmed eyes, the voyager skimmed through his soul, imprinted of infatuation. he was cursed, so to say that one's downfall starts with whom he shared half a heart.

sherlock holmes — "you say i killed you — haunt me, then." • nocturne laughs to a horror lullaby &. the flaring gaze above earth's core. a balcony upstairs with a voice of 'don't go' where the sun knocks on walls. salt lamps kisses curtains with young silhouette dancing in the sea flow. the tempest grew, planted within ribcage; the creak of stairs up. there she was, sweet juliet in a silent lip smirk wiped off in a bliss. in fortnight he returns with the smell of them, in clouds of nicotine smoke — he just can't get enough.

james bonde — "if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am." • oil painted heart in tumbleweed thorns, the playground, an orchestra locked a dove and pluck winged to fly down with recovery. the virgin shades soaked of the drama & the ballade scene with sonnets unspoken, hours of the world had stopped.

#𓍯 mari writes #reader insert #yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes x reader #willaim james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #james bonde x reader

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ltwilliammowett · 3 years ago

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Davy Jones Locker

One of the worst places a Sailor could imagine was the watery grave, the realm of Davy Jones. The term Davy Jones Locker is used here to refer to the drowned and the shipwrecks. For the dead are banished to the depths of the ocean - Davy Jones Locker. Who Davy Jones is or where the myth comes from is not clear, but there are several versions. All in all, Davy Jones is regarded as the Evil Spirit or the devil himself, whose children include the pirates, smugglers and all other outlaws of the seas. No one can clearly say what he really looks like, but he is described in the books The Four Years Voyages of Captain George Roberts by Daniel Defoe, 1726 and The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle, by Thomas Smollet, 1751 as a creature with large eyes, three rows of teeth, horns, a tail and blue smoke coming out of his nostrils. In others he appears as a ghost and others describe him as a simple old Sailor who suddenly appears and waits for prey. Smollet even describes his activity in Peregrine Pickle: ‘This same Davy Jones, according to the mythology of sailors, is the fiend that presides over all the evil spirits of the deep, and is seen in various shapes, perching among the rigging on the eve of hurricanes, shipwrecks, and other disasters, to which a seafaring life is exposed; warning the devoted wretch of death and woe’.

Illustration of Davy Jones sitting on his locker, wearing a pirate captain's uniform, while viewing a 1789 chart of Ferrol Harbor, Spain, belonging to HMS Howe, by John Tenniel (1892) (x)

As to the origin of this charming contemporary, one is not sure. There is a theory that he is the pirate David Jones, who did his mischief in the Indian Ocean in the 1630s, but his reputation is not particularly notorious and he is rather unknown. Therefore, this theory is very unlikely. It is a different story with Duffy Jonah as he is known among the sailors of the West Indies, where Duffy stands for spirit or devil and Jonah refers to the biblical Jonah who was thrown overboard and then survives because he was swallowed by a whale so that he could pass on his prophecy.

Davy Jones's Locker, by William Lionel Wyllie 1890 (x)

On the English island itself there are three variants. One refers to Davy Jones, a 16th century pub owner who got unsuspecting men drunk and drugged, locked them up in a locker and sold them to the press gangs. The second version relates to Welsh sailors turning to St David in distress for help. If the Sailor was an evil character, St. David would steal his soul and banish him to the bottom of the sea. The last one thinks that it is about Duffer Jones, an unlucky man of several English tales whose clumsiness often sent him overboard.

Davy Jones in the Pirates of the Caribbean Movies

In the end, Davy Jones is a creature you would never want to have anything to do with and the men always hoped to get home safely and not end up in his realm.

#naval history #naval mythology #davy jones #davy jones locker #16th- today #age of discovery #age of sail #age of steam #modern

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ded-and-gonne · 2 years ago

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🍂 🎃 🍂 Sheehalloween 2022 🍂🎃🍂

Ded & Gonne present Klaus & Evil Ben

Devil’s Night Part 2: The Descent

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AN: I need to stop re-editing the same five sentences and post something already. For god’s sake, it is actually Devil’s Night right at this very moment. So I’m breaking what had been a huge unedited chapter down into little bite-sized bits. Happy Devil’s Night!

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Why a kitchen, you ask. Klaus and Ben are on an adventure. Call it, “a voyage of discovery.” A treasure hunt where the treasure is booze. Glorious booze. In the name of finding something to calm the rawness of Ben’s throat. (The screaming. Such a small space. So much screaming.)

You should know that after his ten minutes of blind terror and vocalizations, Ben had immediately followed up with a wheezing temper tantrum. His tummy tentacles had even made an appearance, peeking out of Ben’s stomach to see what all the screaming had been about. But he had quickly regained full control of the portal in his bellybutton, then hyperventilated. Just a little.

Though he doesn’t mind public tantrums, Ben would not want you to know about the screaming and hyperventilation, so please don’t bring it up. He’s saving that for his therapist, who he also wouldn’t want you to know about. Moving on.

So who had thought booze was a smart idea for a sore throat, you ask. Both of them, actually. Ben had pictured beer. Klaus had pictured scotch. (But remember, Klaus dies a lot and has developed a higher threshold for pain and scotch.)

More than anything, Klaus had thought Ben really needed to stop freaking out and screaming, already, God. He had liked the idea of sticking something else in Ben’s mouth for a while. Like the aforementioned beer, for instance. Just for a break, you know? So, clearly, booze was the answer. For at least one of them (himself), if not both.

Despite having lived here for 6 months and 12 days, it has never once occurred to Klaus that somewhere in the building, there might actually be a kitchen. Just down their little strip of (heaven) hallway, they’d begun at their old, familiar stairwell. If they were done with the business of scaring each other, then turning toward the stairs had been the only option available to them. If they were still playing Devil’s Night, then turning the other way down their hallway would have been the right choice, definitely. But they hadn’t wanted to do that, at all. Cuz it’s such a long hallway that it just kind of disappears into shadow, and finally into darkness. Yeah, instead of exploring that direction, they turned in the familiar direction, which is what all adventuring explorers would have done in their shoes.

They’ve just passed the ground floor where the shop sits only a few, familiar, empty back rooms away. It had provided them with a swiftly evaporating sense of safety. At the moment, they’re poking their heads through the door to the basement.

“Let’s not go down there. It’s too dark down there,” Klaus whispers, as if they’re hiding. “And it smells.”

Ben nods quickly. (First time Ben has ever responded to leadership so agreeably in his life. Ever.)

“Yeah, I mean…” Klaus eyes the darkness. “Ok bye!” Turning in his spot, he crushes his boa to his chest and flees down the next flight of stairs. Ben feels embarrassed for Klaus. He walks manfully down the stairs. He’s just doing it in double time.

“Klaus.” Ben grab’s Klaus’s arm before he can round the next switchback. “Don’t move.” Klaus stops stock still, because he fought in Vietnam, and when somebody says to stop moving, you do it. With lots of crouching, head-shaking, and military-style pointing, Ben conveys that there are more flights than there should be. He’d counted four switchbacks from their floor to the shop’s floor, and from the shop’s floor to the basement. He points to the landing they’re on, and gives it four fingers. Then points out there’s still one more to go. Five instead of four.

Ben shrugs in a ‘what do you think’ gesture and indicates that it’s Klaus’s turn to say words.

Klaus is fluent in military-style pointing. “Go one more?” he whispers. Why is he whispering? Cuz he’s scared. Rather than whispering for ‘tactical’ reasons, which is why Ben would be whispering.

Ben takes a deep breath, and decides not to ridicule Klaus’s plan. Because it’s the same plan Ben would have come up with. He nods to Klaus, and gives the signal to move down the last flight slowly and quietly.

Klaus thinks Ben’s military-ish approach is adorable, which is definitely not something he plans to bring up. He’s enjoying watching Ben in his element. If his element is creepy stairwells.

Halfway to the bottom, Ben recoils and instinctively covers his nose and mouth. There is a stench rising off this floor that makes it almost impossible to keep descending.

Klaus is experiencing nausea and dizziness, which are not such unfamiliar feelings for Klaus. Ben is not wrong about there being an odor. It’s rot. Reminds him a little of the smell in the furnace room back at the academy. “Jesus,” he gasps. It also smells like shit. His eyes are almost running. “We’re gonna have to get a plumber down here.”

Ben mouths “Sub-basement.” Kind of mouthing the obvious, but he’s under stress. Taking his mouth, nose, and life in his hands, he descends the last step to the ground. The place has a very solid-concrete-on-solid-ground feel to it. So that’s good. It has to be good, right? Coming to the end?

Klaus drags himself down the last step, using the handrail to support him. It’s loose from the wall here at the end, and a few sad little bits of drywall drop to the floor. But that’s weird. Because the hand rails appear to disappear into a wall. Into the wall. A wall in the very spot where a set of steps would have begun its descent, had there been anything to descend to.

Klaus hauls Ben over and silently points to the spot where the railing has come loose, and disappears into the wall. The loose rail has chipped the paint, and white plaster dust falls to the floor where there is already a small pile of such dust and chunks.

To look at, the wall appears hastily constructed. Ben knocks on the wall — you’ll recall that he resentfully likes that sort of thing, knocking on walls. He finds that not only does the wall sound hollow, but it’s also cheap as shit on a biscuit. He didn’t even knock that hard, but knuckle-sized divots dent the surface, and his hand comes away with more plaster chips falling to join the pile below. He flicks at the paint, and his finger pushes right through.

But into what? …is what both of them are wondering.

Through the hole, he can feel rushing air. Without a second’s thought, Ben knocks the wall in with nothing more than a handful of elbows to the cheap plaster. Behind the fake wall, they’ve revealed a makeshift plywood door, stenciled with the words “No Entry” in dripping orange paint.

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#ded & gonne #devil’s night part 2 #the descent #sheehalloween 2022 #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #robert sheehan #justin h. min #tua #the umbrella academy #tua fanfic #tua s3 #justin h min #justin min #ded and gonne #sheehalloween #devil’s night

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Fool's Gold: ix. Desire

° Series Masterlist

° genre: pirate au, pirateez

° word count: 2.03k

° warnings: language, toxic relationship again (are we surprised no), alcohol, embarrassment

° pairing: seongjoong

° summary: Set in the Golden Age of Piracy, join Hongjoong and his crew on a quest to find Captain Avery’s hidden treasure as they come across traitors, lies, and a tyrant for a king.

“So you’re telling me Jones tricked everyone to join the crew?”

“Well that was obvious, Bull.”

“I’m just ‘a clarifyin’.”

The two pirates looked at each other.

“What does that even mean Bull?”

Bull shrugged and took a swig of his drink. The other pirate shook his head and turned his attention back to Jongho. The circle of crewmates were all anxious to hear the next story. They kept suggesting other members, some (probably newer ones) even suggested to hear Jongho’s story even though that was done already. To Jongho it just sounded like gibberish. He tried to calm the crowd down but they just kept going.

“Alright, alright! One at a time.”

Some of them settled down at that, scared of the deceivingly strong kid.

“I wanna hear about Yeosang’s story. I still wanna know what happened to his eye.”

“I told you he got burned.”

“AND I TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T!”

“Well what else could it be, huh?”

Jongho interrupted the argument. “Well, what actually happened-”

He was interrupted by other crew mates who announced that they’ve hit land. They were making a pit stop at the closest town before finishing their voyage to the island that possibly held the hidden treasure they were looking for. The members around Jongho groaned as they wanted to hear the rest. Jongho smirked at their disappointment and acknowledgement of the fact that he wasn’t going to tell them the story of Yeosang and his mark. They needed answers but they were never gonna get them. The men dropped the sails and anchor, making sure that the ship wouldn’t go into sea and leaving them there with no way out.

While everyone bustled around, a member went up to Hongjoong with the only two prisoners that survived the trip and the torturous interrogation.

“What should we do about them?” Hongjoong thought about it. He’s gotten what he needed from them and he’s sure that they wouldn’t come after them. Hopefully not since they are fingerless.

“Eh, do whatever.”

With that, the pirate went about his business, dragging the two off the ship. Hongjoong looked out to spot Seonghwa, but couldn’t find him.

Should he just give up? Maybe he’s meant to be a sad and alone captain, just like all the others. Just like Jones.

Ew, he didn’t want to be like Jones.

No one wants to be like Jones.

Maybe karma came and bit him in the ass? Sure, Hongjoong likes biters, but not like this. Maybe he should repent? Hongjoong laughed at that thought. There is not one religious bone in his body, and even then, he’s not the bad guy. There’s worse out there. He knows he won’t be the first person the devil would drag to hell (even if that’s what all the priests and kings say- filthy liars).

“Captain,” someone shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned to see San with Mingi and Wooyoung.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re headed to see Yeonjun, wanna come with?”

Hongjoong thought about it for a moment, should he? He thought why not, they had been at sea for too long and he needed something that wasn’t rum and pickled everything. The group went to the closest tavern where Yeonjun was waiting for them. Entering the establishment, there weren’t many people sitting down, a lad here or there. They easily found him at a table and headed over.

“Glad you guys got here in one piece,” Yeonjun started. “Everybody hasn’t come yet but they’ll be here in a bit. They got stuck at the market.”

The guys made small talk, San and Wooyoung talking about the voyage and Yeonhjun telling the story of how Beomgyu almost lost a leg to a pregnant lady. Hongjoong zoned out for the whole thing. He enjoyed being with friends, but right now he wasn’t really in the mood. The stress from people being after him, Seonghwa ignoring him, and just being a captain in general was getting to him. At this moment, he wasn’t present, just an empty vessel going through the motions of mundane life. Well as mundane as his life can be. The others noticed it a bit but didn’t say anything. They figured that he was just exhausted from the trip, so they didn’t bother with including him in every conversation.

The time went by when the place gained more customers. It wasn’t exactly crowded but there was a good amount of people there, enough to make Hongjoong feel like he was suffocating. This feeling confused him. It was something that he’s never felt before, the feeling of not being able to breathe. Something heavy in his chest, like a weight right on top of him that won’t let him escape. It could be the air in the room or the humidity, but he didn’t think those were the causes. He reached for his drink, hoping it would help. San looked over and was even more worried. Maybe it wasn’t exhaustion. He didn’t know what to do, he’s never seen Hongjoong in this state before. Matter of fact, he’s never seen anyone close to him in this state. He left it alone though, not wanting to make it worse. He knew Hongjoong would freak out if any one of them talked about it. He’s supposed to be put together, a strong and fearless captain. He shouldn’t be led by emotions, except for greed and anger.

“Hey is that Seonghwa?”

Hongjoong looked up when he heard that. Seonghwa? Where is he?

He turned around to see the man walking in with a group. Some of them were their crew and others he didn’t really recognize. He looked away to not make eye contact, even though they were way in the back.

This night couldn't get worse.

“Maybe we should invite him over,” Yeonjun asked.

“Nah, it’s fine. Looks like he’s with Ten away,” Mingi spoke up.

He froze up at that. Hongjoong couldn’t get mad, but he was a bit heated at that. Of all people Seonghwa decides to hang with, Ten? His ex? Or at least that’s what Hongjoong thinks they are. Seonghwa never really talked about his past with Ten, so he just assumed that they were together and broke up. Did he have any evidence for this? No, but who cares. Seonghwa never gave him details, so Hongjoong was gonna make up whatever.

He slightly turned his head to see where the two were but couldn’t spot them. He didn’t want to fully turn or the others would say something. How can he do this discreetly?

Should I just pretend I dropped something? No, maybe I should just go to the bar and order a drink. That could work… but I still have half a glass here. I can chug it, but that would-

“Cap, just go over there.” Hongjoong snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Mingi’s voice. He turned over to him.

“Huh?”

“Go over there. I know you want to talk to him, and since we’re in public he has to talk to you.”

Hongjoong wasn’t so sure about that. He was afraid that Seonghwa would just make an excuse to leave or something. Then again, he didn’t have any other option right now. He tried talking to him when they were at sea but all Seonghwa would do is make himself busy or threaten to push Hongjoong off the ship (and Hongjoong was sure he would actually do it). Maybe Mingi was right. Maybe with the amount of people here who know their reputation, Seonghwa will actually talk to him or at least hear him out. He can’t make Hongjoong look bad in front of everyone. He’s supposed to be the new big, bad captain who is still loved by his crew.

With a pat on the back from Mingi, Hongjoong got up to the bar and ordered another drink. Standing there, he glanced over to Seonghwa and Ten. They were getting a bit too close in his opinion. Ten was laughing and grabbing Seonghwa's bicep while the latter just smiled at the tiny man (Hongjoong really shouldn’t say anything about Ten’s shortness since they are around the same height, but he didn’t care). He didn’t get what was so funny but he had to put a stop to this. Who the hell does Ten think he is? No one’s replacing Hongjoong. Not today, not ever!

The lady at the bar gave Hongjoong his drink and he gulped it down. He gripped the handle of his knife on his side and walked over to the two men.

Seonghwa looked up for a moment to see Hongjoong walking over to them. He kept a sigh in and paid attention to Ten. Is he really about to make a scene? He really hopes he doesn’t.

Hongjoong walked up to the two and sat right next to Seonghwa, surrounding him by his past and present. Ten was a bit confused but didn’t comment on the captain invading their space. Maybe Seonghwa knew him? Or maybe he’s about to flirt with the man?

“Funny seeing you here Hwa.”

“Is it though? Literally every pirate comes here to drink.” The comment made Hongjoong pause, but that wasn’t gonna deter him from his mission… whatever that mission is.

“You make a good point. Anyway, uh… who’s your friend?”

Ten rose a brow. ‘If anything, I should be the one asking you that,’ he thought. Seonghwa rolled his eyes. He knew Hongjoong knew who Ten was. He could see through the captain and could easily recognize the jealousy in his eyes, his demeanor. They knew each other long enough for Seonghwa to spot it. In fact, they spent way too much time together for him not to. Did he want to play into his games? Maybe before, but right now he’s still a bit angry at Hongjoong.

“Cut the bullshit Joong.”

“What?”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at him again. “Just.. go home. You’re drunk.”

“No I’m not.”

The two were about to start a staring contest when Ten spoke up. “Uh, maybe I should leave-”

“Yeah, you do that.” “No, don’t go.” The two spoke at the same time. Seonghwa sighed. Ten held back a grimace. He wasn’t really sure of what to do and it was getting awkward.

“Eh, no it’s fine. I have to leave anyway.”

With that, the man left, leaving a furious Seonghwa and confused but jealous Hongjoong. Seonghwa wanted to blow up at Hongjoong, but they were still in public. Sure he was mad at the man, but he didn’t want the still new captain to be embarrassed or lose his reputation. He knew he was probably going to regret this, but he grabbed the captain's bicep and dragged him outside, darkness surrounding them. He found a spot still close to the tavern where there was a torch lighting the space next to the building. Seonghwa turned to the other man and pushed him to where Hongjoong stumbled a bit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Seonghwa yelled at him.

“Wha-”

“You’ve embarrassed me and then have the balls to act like you’re not doing this on purpose or whatever.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If anything, you did that on purpose.”

“DID WHAT?”

“Talking to your fucking ex right in my face!”

“I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE THERE!”

Hongjoong laughed. “ Yeah right, okay.”

“No, you don’t get to do this to me! You don’t get to make me look like the villain when you’ve been doing shit behind my back! Get over yourself Hongjoong and talk to me when you have some sense… and sober.”

Seonghwa turned his back and started to walk away. Hongjoong reached for the man, but got an elbow to his gut. He hunched over, trying to catch his breath. He looked up to see the man he still loved walk away.

“I fucked up.. again.”

After a minute, Hongjoong walked back to the place and sat next to the group.

“Well,” Mingi was waiting for an answer.

The captain was silent.

“Wanna go steal stuff?”

And with a nod from the captain, Mingi announced to the rest to follow the two.

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