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oneirataxia-girl · 11 months ago

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Relationship asks!! # 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, 12, 15, 20, 21, 36, 39, 45, 48! I realize this might get a little long but I want answers for both Keller and Midlaw hehehe

hadley lovely you're so right this was long af 😭 so I split this into one post for Keller (this one) and another for Midlaw (link here!) but without further ado, let's jump in! tagging the other op anime girlie @auxiliarydetective bc I don't wanna spoil the others

1. How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other?

Sabaody arc, when the Heart, Kid, and Strawhat pirates leave the auction house and they're surrounded by Marines. Killer jumps in and takes out one of them just as the man is about to attack Kenji's unknowing back; cue Kenji's eyes widening like dinner plates watching Killer land on the ground in slow motion and Killer thinking wow this guy is so dumb (affectionate) like my captain when we were young KID TF ARE YOU TOYING WITH THESE MARINES FOR WE GOTTA GO-

2. What kind of dynamic do they have with each other?

smartass x dumbass, sunshine protector x sunshine, "I'd die for you" "who said you could die??? WHO SAID YOU COULD DIE KILLER I NEED NAMES"

3. What do others think of them?

Kid is like ???????? at Killer's choice of a boyfriend, but Killer's taste is all his fault because Kenji like him in some ways (much to Kenji's horror but we'll get to that another time) and Killer is basically programmed to like that type; the other Kid Pirates, after grilling Kenji about his intentions of their beloved second-in-command, are pretty supportive of the two; Mari approved of Killer before they even got together; the other Strawhats also become fond of him, Franky and Usopp are the (joking) exception since both of them had to put up with Kenji ranting about Killer's weapons for weeks after Wano, Jimbei is the fishman Kenji goes to ask about having a crush and it’s very fluffy, then Brook, Sanji and Chopper pop in and it dissolves into teasing jabs, Robin mentions offhandedly to Nami about Kenji’s not-so-subtle attempt to ask after Killer in the day’s newspaper and Nami is iffy on whether the other pirate is good enough, but keeps those thoughts to herself until she can access Killer’s potential herself. Zoro pretends to be asleep through all this but he’s glad that Kenji doesn’t know about his fight with Killer as Kamazo (and has no plans of telling him that), and Luffy’s just glad that his crew is getting along with Jaggy’s

5. Is their joint future bright or bleak?

uhhhhhhhh... ideally yes. but it might have to change for canon events, but I do think they get a happy ending

7. Do they have a desire to protect each other?

YES. Killer is of the opinion that Kenji can't fight, and although that's objectively Not True, Kenji's combat levels are a lot lower than Killer's, so when their crews fight together, Killer tries to keep an eye on Kenji. Kenji is also fiercely protective of his Kil, so when anyone makes a snide remark about Killer's time on Wano, the poor sod has to face a very angry red ball of fluff (Kid) and a similarly furious, gun-cocking blacksmith

10. Who would win in a fight?

Killer. no diff, if they're forced to fight (which would be the only scenario either of them would raise a weapon at the other), Kenji would be out without question

12. Who is a better caregiver?

it’s a close one but Kenji. Killer is good at caring for everyone but himself, but Kenji is a firm believer of "you can't take care of anyone if you don't care for yourself" so Kenji is the deliverer of sunshine and smiles, and he's mentally okay while doing it!

15. Who has better fashion sense?

I really wanna say Kenji because he is the crew's secondary fashionista (behind Nami but before Sanji), but I believe that Killer's polka dot era is going to come back and that Killer was iconic af. so for now it's a tie

20. What's the worst thing about them teaming up?

Killer would constantly check up on Kenji, which could impact his focus and allow the opponent to get some hits that normally Killer could block. Killer's checkups and possible injuries could also affect Kenji's aim, as he might abandon logic and charge at the enemy without even loading his guns

21. What's the best thing about them teaming up?

if Killer does close range combat while Kenji takes care of mid-range, with both of them equipped with a talkie-walkie version of a transponder snail to communicate, then they could deal some serious damage to anyone facing them. other than the battlefield, they're also a pretty fire duo when it comes to making drinks (Killer watches in loving astonishment as Kenji comes up with the weirdest mixes that always turn out delicious); if both of them + Sanji are in the kitchen, the crews just know they'll be eating and drinking well

36. What is a gift one would give to the other?

Kenji would give him little metal decorations like bracelets or brooches with his mask's design integrated into the pieces. Killer would buy fun trinkets when the Victoria Punk docks on islands to show his boyfriend when they meet again

39. What's an inside joke they'd have together?

"when will Kid and Mari and Trafalgar finally kiss, I wonder?" "my sister has WAY better taste than those ruffians, Kil" "Ken, I'm one of Kid's 'ruffians'" "but you're the best ruffian to ruff, and Mari doesn't settle for anything other than the best, so she's definitely not getting with Jaggy or Tra-guy or both of them"

a ton of angst, lots of yelling, and three confessions later...

"so..." "don't. just lemme mope in peace, Kil"

Killer never lets Kenji forget this. it later becomes a joke that Kenji is actively terrible at predicting romantic relationships and he has fun making the wildest matches ever

45. If one of them was in trouble, what would the other do?

look... all I'm saying is if a guy named "Massacre Soldier" Killer has a boyfriend who apparently once used a person's blood to make his bullets, I would think twice before trying to hurt either one of them. rip(ieces) to those who do otherwise but I value my life

48. If they swapped bodies, how would they handle it?

first, Kenji would claim this as the reason why Mari should leave Law (Mari's typical poker face nearly breaks at the sight of big beefy Killer waving his arms around in typical Kenji fashion); then he'd get Killer to teach him how to use his Punishers, which leads to Killer strapping the blades to Kenji's body to prevent Kenji from hurting himself, which leads to a pouting Kenji, which leads to Killer petting his own head (wow Ken wasn't lying his hair really feels nice in these hands), which leads to Midlaw & co stifling their snorts at the sight of a (compared to Killer) smol twig of a guy stroking back the hair of someone twice his size that practically has a raincloud over his head. let's just say that after this, Law had to endure quite a few dirty glances and passive aggressive remarks from his brother-in-law for a while

give me a number + relationship and I'll tell you something about that relationship!

#as you can see i adore them very much #got a smile on my face answering this ksasdasd #idk when they say killer's probably dead #aren't the kid pirates rampaging on elbaf??#i'm on my “kenji doesn't like kidlaw” agenda today #as in “kenji doesn't think they're good enough for his sis” kinda way tho #meanwhile mari has her stamp of approval on killer a few days after meeting him in wano and is like “pls bf up my brother he needs it”#killer has no idea what he did to deserve the approval but he will take it #i still don't have kenji's personality pinned down so some of these might change #but i really dig the idea of a sunshine character who's silly and dramatic and is smart but also dumb af #these tags are getting longer help #ship: keller #otp: tba #alvita's answers #hadley my beloved

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yagurlhere · 10 months ago

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ASH'S 1ST TEAM! (Pokemon Journeys Rewrite)

(All of the genders are simply headcanons or genders I think they would have, unless they are confirmed, like Pikachu for example.)

TEAM:

PIKACHU♂️-Duh.

PURRLOIN♀️-Guys I know it's weird and makes no sense but hear me out-I got the idea thinking about Purrloin and Pokemon Journeys Rewrite stuff I think and I was like "Imagine if Ash caught a Purrloin that was a little brat and yada yada ohmygosh" and so this happened...so, when Ash, Goh, (and Chloe,) head to the Galar region (to visit Sonia and Prof. Magnolia) instead of their food getting stolen by Scorbunny and the Nickits it's instead PURRLOIN and the Nickits! (Pure irony.) Like Scorbunny in the OG ep, Purrloin is covered in soot, except instead it's like, big spots, so Ash kind of gives her the cute nickname "Spots" and may I remind you in the manga he named Pikachu Jean Luc Pikachu so yeah, um, so, same as the original episode, they chase Purrloin and the Nickits, eventually find them, Ash tries to get their food back but Purrloin tries to attack him so the Nickits can get away with their food, but Pikachu comes in and defeats her, and after that like Scorbunny she's butthurt about it, and also like Scorbunny when she's mad she claws at legs or something, (a new version of ankle biter?) and Pikachu makes sure she keeps her attitude in check, (it's ELECTRIC,) but Ash notices how scrawny she is and is all like "Aw, poor guy or gal 😰" and then the food shopkeeper guy comes in, and Purrloin tries to protect the Nickits but gets in trouble, so Ash pulls what Goh did and lies about how Purrloin is his Pokemon to get her out of trouble, and like the OG the shopkeeper explains the backstory of Purrloin, how she's most likely from the Wild Area, and despite the irony, befriended the Nickits and became their leader, and he knew Ash was lying, and then Ash talks to Purrloin about how there's more to stealing, and uhhhhh...they can help....? (I need to rewatch that episode and get ideas) and Purrloin is inspired cause for once someone seemed to understand her, then they leave for the train, and the Nickits help her get to the train like in the OG episode, and clean her up, but instead they come with her, and instead of getting split up, she finds Ash and the crew and gets his attention by the great way she knows how...clawing legs. And then she joins them! Or something. (The Nickits also tag along and come home with them, and get cute little nicknames and accessories to tell them apart, I'm still thinking about them though.) It's kind of an episode to also delve in more on Goh and Chloe starting to realize the bond of Pokemon and how Ash sees it or something, IDK.

SOBBLE♂️-So, uhhhhh, when they go meet Sonia and Prof. Magnolia they also get to meet Leon and his little brother Hop and it's amazing and stuff and don't wanna spoil too much, but anyways, the Pokemon Leon is taking care of (not gonna spoil either) escape and run off, so they split up to find them, and Ash finds Sobble, who keeps on hiding and turning invisible, so Ash tries to talk to Sobble, and realizes to be patient, so he acts calmly and waits for Sobble, who is finally able to come out, and despite their bashful nature, feels reassured by how understanding he was, and uhhhhhhhh yada yada Sobble decides to come with Ash and Leon allows it (how do I not spoil this?)

ROOKIDEE♂️-So, not gonna try to spoil too much, but Goh and this Pokemon he befriended get attacked by this Rookidee, so Ash comes in with Pikachu, Purrloin, and Sobble ready to battle...but Rookidee is easily able to intimidate Sobble, slams into Purrloin before she can claw him, and flies away before Pikachu can zap him into oblivion. Sobble feels bad for getting scared so easily and letting Purrloin get beat up and the Rookidee, and Ash and his team try to reassure him...Purrloin's way of reassuring him BTW is encouraging him to beat Rookidee to a pulp next time he sees them. So, Rookidee comes back, cause they're...kind of a show-off and bully sort of...and they toy around with Pikachu and then proceed to scare Sobble yet again, but Purrloin yet again comes in and tries to get back at Rookidee and to protect Sobble, (she kinda has a bit of a soft spot for him, but still kinda teasing towards him at times, she's like...a big sister towards Sobble,) but Rookidee flies around with her on him, (like Pikachu and Latios,) gets her dizzy, and then shakes her easily off, (+fall damage) and while Ash and Pikachu check on her, Sobble has enough and steps in, although realistically he's still scared, but Pikachu and Ash cheer him on, so Sobble is a bit more encouraged, and tries to be brave for them, and so, he blasts Rookidee with a bug Water Gun, slowing Rookidee down, soaking their feathers, and driving them to the ground. Rookidee takes it personal and in a drive of anger, tries to finish off Sobble right there, but Sobble smacks him with their tail, and blasts yet another powerful Water Gun, slamming them into the tree. Weakened, Ash is proud of Sobble, and the team congratulates him, but is also genuinley impressed by Rookidee, and catches him.

SCORBUNNY (SHINY)♂️-LOOK I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING BUT DON'T WORRY GOH STILL HAS HIS SCORBUNNY AND I KNOW IT'S A SHINY but there's an important storyline following this capture and I don't want to spoil it but let's just say it's sad and similar to Litten and Stoutland

EGG--->TOXEL♀️-Like the games, Ash gets an egg from the nursery that hatches into this little gal. A joke is that after Toxel hatches, Prof. Cerise is like "This Toxel's a girl! 🙂" and Ash is all like "WHAAAAATTTT" along with the rest of the team. So, Toxel is basically the most calm on the team. Like, the whole team will be fighting and she'll be napping off. However, this can also lead to her seeming lazy most of time, but thanks to her training, she can actually be a really helpful member.

SO, UH, GONNA UPDATE ON THIS WITH THEIR PERSONALITIES, RELATIONSHIPS WITH EACH OTHER, ETC.

Please gimme your opinions and like, constructive criticism, perhaps.

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sanjoongie · 2 years ago

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2~ J.WY: Corruption/Body Worship

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, dom/sub au ♡Word Count: 1392 ♡Warnings: bondage, f dom, m sub, teasing, begging, mouthy Wooyoung, fucked dumb Wooyoung, blowjob, deep throating, anal penetration (m receiving), prostate orgasm, praise kink ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ♡Masterlist~ | Previous Day~ Yunho | Next Day~ Yeosang ♡Dedication~ @mejuii @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta crew

You hold a hand over your mouth, fingertips digging into your own cheekbones. You were trying real hard not to fill Wooyoung's head with all the compliments that wanted to spill from your mouth. You were standing at the end of Wooyoung's bed, who was currently spread eagle and tied into place. He had not a stitch of clothing on and it was a sight to behold. All that tan skin available for you to look at, and if you bothered to move your feet, to touch.

"Is everything…okay?" Wooyoung wonders, his voice wavering with uncertainty. Your silence actually made Wooyoung anxious. He rubbed his lips together. "Please say something."

"Fucking Jesus," You curse.

You quickly clamour over the foot of the bed. Your hands touch Wooyoung's calves and his skin almost burns to the touch. Wooyoung hisses at the contact of your cold hands. You run your hands up his legs. Wooyoung clenches his thighs and draws breath through his teeth. You dance your fingers along his hip bones and avoid his dick at all cost. Wooyoung whimpers as you trace his abs with your fingertips.

"Please touch it," Wooyoung whispers desperately.

"Now, Wooyoung," You scold him. "This is the first session. I can't just jump to the main course without eating an appetizer!" With your hand now flat, you slid it up between his pecs and then your fingers are running along his collarbones.

"I want you so bad," Wooyoung whines. He pulls his arms at his bindings, causing the veins there to pop out even more than normally so.

"What do you want, Woo?" You say gently into his ear and then blew some air on his neck.

"Want your mouth on me," Wooyoung says through gritted teeth.

Your hand is sliding down, pointing down now. Wooyoung knows, he knows you're not going to touch his weeping cock. The precum was already leaking out of him because he was so turned on by your gaze and your control. But he still pulls his muscles tight, hoping that you will shock him and wrap your fingers around his shaft.

You stop your hand mid-thigh and dig your nails into the sensitive skin there. Wooyoung whimpers at the pain/pleasure you're giving him. "And?"

Wooyoung swallows nervously. "There's an 'and'?"

You sigh audibly. "Wooyoung."

Wooyoung chuckles, short tongue lapping at his lower lip. "I know it. Just give me a second."

"Is all the blood leaving your brain?" You tease him, "Are you stupid already, Wooyoung?"

"Um, I want your mouth on me and…I would like…to enjoy…that thing we talked about… that I remember, just--" Wooyoung's eyebrows furrow cutely.

"Is this too much for you, Woo? Should I untie your feet and put your boxers back on?" You whisper into the skin of his neck and then lick one long strip there.

"No, no--" Wooyoung giggles timidly, "Don't put them back on. You'll never touch me if you put me back in those."

"You have three seconds, Jung Wooyoung," You snap. You slap his stomach, which he clenches swiftly to brace for impact.

"I want your teeth on me? No, not that um, I want your hand as well? Nope, uhhhhhhhh, I want your fingers…yes, fingers, want them…" Wooyoung opens his eyes wide, as if they could help him guess what he had agreed to.

"Dang dang!" You imitate a buzzer going off.

"Don't," Wooyoung whines as you get on your knees and move towards the foot of the bed. "I know what it is. I want your mouth on me and a finger inside of me."

You halt your progress and turn around to look over your shoulder. "Was that so hard?"

"Please show me what it feels like to have your mouth on me. Please put a finger in me and make me come harder than my hand ever will." Wooyoung's eyes get shiny and his lower lip trembles. "Please. I'll be good. Please."

You crawl in the middle of Wooyoung's spread legs, having grabbed the lube you had placed at the foot of the bed. You make a show of covering your index finger with the lube and Wooyoung licks his lips in anticipation again. "Gonna be a good boy for me and take this finger first, Woo?"

Wooyoung spreads his legs wider, "I can be good for you."

You run your finger along his puckered hole and when Wooyoung moans, you press a finger in, if only knuckle deep. Wooyoung begins to pant loudly and you smile to yourself. You press a kiss to his thigh and trail them all the way to the tip of his cock. You kiss his sensitive tip and Wooyoung moans louder. "Ready for my mouth? Then I'm going to work my finger into you, okay?"

The bed groans as Wooyoung pulls at his leg bindings, hips moving upward to seek out more from your mouth. "Want your mouth around me. Wanna feel how good your mouth could be for me. Want your fingers to be in me. I want it so bad. I wanna know how it feels to feel stuffed and encompassed for the first time."

Your other hand holds Wooyoung's cock to attention and then you take him in your mouth. Wooyoung's cries go silent, his mouth open wide with no holding back. "Hhnnngggggg, your mouth is so hot, so hot and so wet."

You bob up and down on his length, hollowing your cheeks and circling the head of his cock with your tongue before taking him back in your mouth. That's when you sink your finger in one more knuckle deeper and Wooyoung chokes on his saliva. You pop off Wooyoung, licking his tip like it's an ice cream cone. "Just a little bit more, Woo. I gotta find your prostate, okay? You can take more, right?"

Wooyoung's chest is heaving and sweat is dotting his hairline. His lips are red from biting on them and wet with his saliva from licking them. "I can take it. I can take it all. Give it to me. I want to feel it all."

You take Wooyoung back into your mouth and take him full hilt into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you swallow like crazy, trying to keep a hold on your gag reflex. Wooyoung is straining to not buck into your mouth, aware that he could cut off your air flow, but feeling your throat muscles flutter has him going wild. The same time you finish pushing your finger inside of him, Wooyoung's mouth starts going again. It's the only way he can let out his energy without thrashing in his bindings.

"So good, so good, don't move don't move, just hold, wait, I feel so stuffed, so good, your throat is--oh my god, you're so good to me, this is fucking--fuck wait!"

You bob up and down on his length to distract him from the finger fully inside of him and Wooyoung moans so pretty for you. He does begin to buck up into your mouth, hitting the side of your cheek and shivers when your teeth scrape his length. "Oh God. I'm gonna come, you have to stop--fuck, this is embarrassing, wait!"

You pull off of Wooyoung with another small smile pulling at your lips. You start to move your finger in and out of Wooyoung and he spreads his legs wider. You manage to find his prostate and he bites down on his lower lip something hard. He whines in the back of his throat and you find yourself enjoying the fuck out of his noises.

"Fuck me with your finger," Wooyoung moans and you feel your lower half tighten at his words.

Wooyoung's thighs are shaking and you barely get your mouth back over his dick before he shoots into your mouth and you swallow it all. It's a bit bitter but the most important part is the look of pure pain that covers Wooyoung's features, which means he's coming hard. "I can't--that was--oh my god--oh--fuck--that was--so good!" Wooyoung is swallowing between every syllable but he's not managing to acquire any moisture there.

"You did so good, Woo," You praise him, "You came untouched by me, you did so good!"

Wooyoung's eyes are closed, as if his orgasm drained him of all his energy. "Don't," He whines.

Masterlist~ | Previous Day~ Yunho | Next Day~ Yeosang

#sanjoongie's kinktober #kvanity #ateez smut #jung wooyoung smut #atz smut #ღatz #topaz's work

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knowlesian · 3 years ago

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another day of being utterly unable to decide how to parse what’s up with the jim of it all, re: is there something Bigger Afoot (and if yes, how?)

i think ultimately i’m leaning on yes, because the siete gallos plot could still pay out— i remain on the jim’s brother is alive hill, and that’s an easy gimme since the flashbacks were veeeeery careful and no body, no crime and all that— and jackie was sort of like ‘oh yeah, probably the rest of the gang is probably all dead anyway!’

(though, to be ruthlessly fair with my own leanings: on this show, that could just mean the rest ARE all dead, the end onto more interesting things. ofmd’s refusal to play by old narrative rules unless they wanna thrills me.)

next: ‘a little bird’ told izzy and jackie chauncey had beef with stede. that could be a third party we have no idea exists yet, oooor it could be ‘jim mentioned something’, who knows.

i sort of go back and forth on the whole imprisonment thing— on one hand, imprisonment!

on the other, the locking jim up only comes after ed’s like wanna join my new band? we’re called THIS IS NOT A CRY FOR HELP, NO SIR. I LOVE THIS! GOOD CHOICES AND HAPPINESS ALL AROUND! and jim is like uhhhhhhhh the fuck is up with your face, man, i feel like last time i saw you there was somehow less and more going on there at once.

so ed gave jim the same shot he gives frenchie, but frenchie is like …okay whatever i gotta do to not die, here? that’s my move. sewing, late night lute t swift sessions, sure whatever just how about i not die? whereas jim went THE FUCK DID YOU DO??? THIS IS WEIRD.

so it could be as simple as: anybody who knows jim knows they would not be chill with any of this, ESPECIALLY with leaving oluwande behind. jim was not immediately into this forming a new band idea, and it would be an easy leap to ‘well, probably they’ll respond poorly to getting the full story so let’s just nip that in the bud’.

but then also: why the suggestive dialogue? and who was the little bird?

(or is the obvious answer that izzy picked up details of the chauncey thing on the revenge because it’s not like anybody on the crew would have been trying to keep it a secret and izzy’s… not exactly emotionally intelligent or observant but the crew is helpfully the least subtle collected group on maybe the planet, so i have no issues believing he heard the whole story and then nearly choked on his own tongue in rage because stede fuckin’ bonnet just keeps GETTING AWAY WITH IMPOSSIBLE SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, ETC.)

iiiiiii have no idea what i think on this. LOVE IT, NGL.

#I WANT ANSWERS #I WANT S2 #ofmd spoilers #i just can’t decide what i think in the best way

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tackrusso · 2 years ago

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ofmd tag meme

tagged by @montygreen, tagging @lavender3lf and @pilotpower7

your name: max

how many sugars: i put an embarrassing amount of sugar in my tea. seven sugars is not unreasonable by my standards

characters you relate to most: lucius for sure and…ed, maybe? also stede a little bit?

otp? — ed and stede

notp? — izzy and stede. i respect where you guys are coming from but absolutely not

if you were a pirate captain, what would you call your ship? — i would call it russo. because then i would be able to tell people to tack russo. which would make no one except me laugh but the pun is worth it

what position would you have on a pirate ship (bosun, captain, powder monkey, master gunner, surgeon etc.) — can i just have lucius's job of walking around writing everything down? or just sit up in the crow's nest and look for other ships?

favourite ofmd fics or arts? — oh there was a really excellent fic about izzy as an artichoke that i keep recommending to people. unfortunately i haven't actually read a lot of ofmd fics. but here's mine i guess? just because there's no way i'm going to link it anywhere else

biggest wish for season 2? — another badminton sibling, some really weird shit to happen with izzy and ed, i don't care what i just want it to be messy and dramatic, and for ed to hear that stede is dead

favourite quote: m'NOSES is a classic. i also like izzy's "no, shut up" and ed's "not bloody optimal," "dickfuck no it's not," and the whole turtle vs crab bit

favourite minor character: how are we defining minor? if we can include people from the crew, roach. if not, probably mary

favourite episode: this is happening

has ofmd caused you to re-evaluate your gender: uhhhhhhhh. um. well. it might have. nothing ended up being different but there was definitely. some thinking. anyway

favourite cast/creator quote or interview: literally anything that comes out of con's mouth about this show. and when nathan posted the "if i woke up straight i would simply smack my head against a wall until i passed away" which wasn't about the show but was deeply relatable

do cats have knives in their feet? — yes. also frenchie needs a cat in season 2

song that makes you think of stede bonnet: st. augustine by band of horses

song that makes you think of ed teach: death wish by bowerbirds

song that makes you think of izzy hands: i hope you weren't expecting me to take this question seriously

#ofmd #i guess i do tag games now #this feels so 2018

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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for mermay, 12 ot4 nsfw?

Here you go! 12 was “captured.” Barclay’s design is based on a basking shark, Indrid’s on a flying fish.

They’ve done it.

The crew of the Washington has captured a live mermaid; not the remains of one, not the stories of drunk or scared sailors, but a genuine, breathing, swimming mermaid.

Joseph keeps pointing out that, technically, they’ve caught a merman. One with a smooth, almost black tail, coppery hair and beard, and a human torso that puts sculptors to shame.

Not that Josephs attention to those details is for any reason other than scientific curiosity. He, Captain Hayes, several officers, and Duck Newton, the botanist joining them for this mission, are all regarding the merman in the tank constructed for just this purpose. Their guest is pressed to the far side of the glass, watching them with frightened eyes.

The only person who looks less comfortable than him with this scenario is Duck.

“I still say there’s no reason to keep the fella cooped up in here. Look at him, he’s terrified. And I don’t buy for one second the crew was gentle when they hauled him up. He fought at all, they probably got rough with him.”

“It is a good thing, then, Mr. Newton that you are not in charge of this endeavor.” Hayes says with a disapproving glance at the scientist. Duck frowns the instant the captain looks elsewhere. Joseph is more on Duck’s side, the mans willingness to speak up when he sees something unkind one of Joseph’s favorite traits. But he’s certain there’s room for compromise between the two views; after all, that’s why he’s here.

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This is the worst day of Barclay’s life.

One minute he’s searching for urchins near shore, the next he’s being pulled towards the surface in a net. The last thing he sees under the waves is Indrid rounding the rocks, his red eyes widening in anger and sorrow as Barclay is heaved into a longboat.

Barclay wishes he could tell him it isn’t his fault; the other mer has done so much to look out for him, but you can’t stay ahead of danger forever. Instead he’s huddled in the far corner of his prison, wanting to know what’s happening but terrified of drawing the human’s attention back to him. A parade of them come and go, some pointing at him or talking in circles while looking his way. One, black haired and tall, is in the room the most, writing at a desk and pulling books from a short set of shelves. His most frequent companion is another dark-haired man, shorter and stouter who keeps glancing at the first man whenever he thinks he’s not looking, then turning away with a pink color in his cheeks.

The moon is up now, and only the tall human remains, writing by the light of a lantern. Cautiously, Barclay rises so his head is out of the water. At the splash, the human turns.

“Oh, good evening. I, um, I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, but I decided it would probably be less frightening if I let you come to me in your own time. I’m Joseph Stern.”

“Barclay. Uh, are, are you the one who had them catch me?”

Joseph shakes his head, “No. I’m one of two scientists aboard this vessel. Her primary goal is to find new valuable riches for trade, but a secondary one is to collect knowledge of rare and exotic creatures, so that we might broaden our understanding of the world. I specialize in animals and my colleague, Duck, is an expert in plants.”

“...That doesn’t explain why I’m here. I’m neither of those things.”

The human sighs, “I know, but most of the sailors and officers view you as an animal.”

“But not you?” He narrows his eyes, swimming backwards.

“Not at all. In all my research, I’ve found nothing to suggest merfolk are any less men than myself. The way you and I are talking now confirms that.”

“So I can go now?”

“No” he must notice the alarm in Barclay’s face because he sets his hands on the rim and the tank and adds, hurriedly, “but you’ll get to eventually. My job is to learn all I can from you, about your kind, your numbers, things like that. I’d prefer to do it in a more comfortable setting but I was, um, overruled.” He gives Barclay a reassuring smile, eyes bluer than open sea on a summer day, “You’ll be a free man in no time, I promise.”

Barclay nods, sinks back under the water, and eventually falls asleep. When wakes up at dawn, Joseph is still there, asleep in his chair. When Barclay asks if that’s how humans sleep, the man shakes his head, “No, we have beds. I just didn’t want to leave you alone your first night here, in case there was something you needed.”

His stomach growls as another human arrives with a tray of food and a pot of something that smells very, very good. He leans out of the tank, startling Joseph when he turns around.

“Oh! Um, I asked them to bring fish for your breakfast but you can try some of mine if you like. Assuming it won’t make you sick?”

“I’ve had human food before. But that’s new” he points at the pot, “Ma-, uh, the humans I know only drink tea.”

Joseph hands him the cup of what he soon learns is coffee and he sips it with a sigh; it’s bitter, but woody and dark in a way he enjoys. The human leaves, returns a few minutes later with a second cup, slides the tray within arms reach of Barclay and pulls a notebook from his desk, “Do you mind if we talk over breakfast?”

Barclay doesn’t mind at all. In fact, as the days go by he minds his captivity less and less. He and Joseph talk for hours, not only about mer society but about humans and their lives as well. About myths and stories, and a great deal about food, which Joseph brings him in abundance. Some of it gets soggy when Barclay tries to hold it, and they settle on Joseph keeping it between his fingers or in his palm while Barclay samples it. The first few times they do this the human blushes and looks away. When he finally meets Barclay’s eyes, the mer grins at him and licks his palm clean.

Joseph also takes great care to ensure Barclay isn’t bored. Barclay learns some chess and card games by watching Joseph and Duck play after dinner. In exchange he teaches Joseph how to play Five Shells High. When Joseph isn’t around, Barclay talks to Duck, and finds him good company, funny but also happy to let Barclay think in peace.

He still longs for his freedom, for the ability to dive and swim in an endless sea. However, as Joseph sits beside his tank in the evenings, reading to him and smiling whenever Barclay reaches out to toy with his hair, he’s not in much of a hurry to get home as he should be.

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Any other time, Duck would tease Joe for mooning over a merman and reading him bedtime stories. Trouble is, he’s not much better.

The night they brought Barclay aboard, Duck was halfway to bed when someone threw a crab through his open window. Peering out revealed another merman, silver haired and wary.

“Duck Newton?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, that is a relief. I was afraid I’d alerted the wrong human to my presence.”

“You threw this into my room on purpose?”

“Indeed. I, ah, foresaw you being both sympathetic to my plight and disinclined to tell others of my being here.” He stays close to the hull, voice a lilting whisper.

“The fella we caught today a friend of yours?”

“Yes, a close one. Is he alright? I, my visions show he is safe and that the human looking after him is kind but I, I am” his red eyes look sadly down at the water, “I am worried all the same.”

Duck wants to reach out to him, stroke that moonlight hair and tell him not to worry, “Ain’t no shame in carin about a friend. He’s safe, and he won’t be stuck on this boat forever. And the man stayin with him is a decent, honorable sort.”

The mer sighs, rests his head on the side of the ship, “Thank goodness.” When he turns his face to Duck, it steals the breath from his lungs, “may I come to you again for news of him?”

Duck smiles, “Sure.”

Indrid, as the mer calls himself, comes back every night. Luckily, Joe spends his nights in the cargo room with Barclay instead of in his and Duck’s quarters, so there’s no one to witness their conversations. It’s not that the other man would react badly; as much as Duck likes him, Joe is a little too inclined to defer to authority, and might put Indrid in danger without meaning to.

Better still, when Duck is ashore searching for specimens, Indrid keeps him company. The mer swims parallel to his path in the sand, or follows him up briny tributaries to show him rare plants.

Unlike Barclay, Indrid has visible fins beside the one on his back; two he can extend from his sides. All are the same silver-blue shade that colors Duck’s dreams these days.

Tonight they’re talking at the window about Duck’s travels when Indrid goes still. Then he sinks under the waves as the door behind Duck opens.

“Mr.Newton, who are you talking to? The men said they saw a creature off the side of the ship.”

“Uhhhhhhhh”

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“I despise you.” Indrid glares over the edge of his tank.

“I said I was sorry! Ain’t my fault I can’t lie for shit.”

“No, but you could have told me about that issue before it got me imprisoned on a ship!”

“Hey, you’re the one who can see the future, you coulda warned me they were comin.”

Joseph and Barclay trade a concerned look; after an initial chirp of joy at seeing Barclay, Indrid directed all his focus to glaring at Duck while Woodbridge gave them their orders.

“Um, Indrid, right? I’m sure Duck didn’t mean for you to be caught. And we’ll both make sure you’re comfortable while you’re here.”

Indrid spares a dagger filled glance for Joseph, then swims to the side of the tank closest to Barclay’s enclosure, popping up and leaning over to his friend, the two of them trading clicks and trills. The conversation calms Indrid some. Barclay explains later that he assured his friend the stay was only temporary and, while the conditions were not ideal, the company was good.

All the same, any time Duck sits near Indrid’s tank, a silver tail splashes him with water. The botanist takes it in stride, seeming to accept it as a deserved penalty for getting Indrid trapped.

Several days later, as they’re both working, the botanist sets down his pen, stands, and sets his back against Indrid’s tank.

“Joe, gimme a hand please.”

Joseph pushes as hard as he can, and the tank scrapes across the floor.

“I can still splash you from here.”

“That’s not why I’m doin it. You and Barclay keep starin at each other all sad; seems mighty cruel to keep you where you can see each other but can’t touch.”

Indrid falls silent until they get the tanks side by side. Then he rises from the water and leans out to rub his cheek against Duck’s own with a trill of thanks. The research room is more peaceful (and much drier) after that.

Three nights later, dinner stops by the hold to see if either of the mers needs anything from him. He opens and then immediately shuts the door and backs away; he’s learned that mers are demonstrative, but heated, frantic kissing and moaning suggests something they’d rather not have him present for. Lord, why did it look like Barclay had two…

The hall is hotter than a furnace, and as he walks down it as fast as dignity will allow, Duck steps from the officers dining room. Wordlessly, Joseph grabs him and pulls him the rest of the way to their room.

“Everythin okay JoeOHfuck” Duck’s heads thuds back against the door as Joseph palms him through his trousers, “what’s gotten into you huh?”

“I, I need, I saw, um” he rests his forehead on the door, hands gripping Duck’s hips, “Barclay and Indrid making use of their rare chance at privacy.”

“Uh huh” Duck kisses along his jaw, “and here I’ve been wonderin how to get you back into my bed since that night in Port Royal, when it turns out I just need to find some mermen and pay ‘em to fuck in front of you.”

“It’s not just that” Joseph looks down at him earnestly, “it’s you too. It’s so hard to keep my hands to myself, to maintain decorum and poise and not beg for your kisses every minute we’re at work. Seeing them together snapped the rest of my control, I need release but more than that I need you.”

“Right here, darlin” Duck pulls him down into a kiss, leaves a trail of them across his face, “so show me just how much you need me.”

He thuds to his knees, the two of them tugging and tossing at clothing until Duck’s legs are bare and Joseph can bury his face between them. He loves doing this, loves feeling enveloped by the perfection that’s Duck;s body. His hands grope and circle, relishing the muscle and fat beneath his hands as Duck holds him by the hair and tells him how good it feels, how well he’s doing, the grip tightening the closer his orgasm gets, until Joseph can barely breathe from how hard he’s pressed against him.

He barely gets a chance to kiss his thigh in thanks before Duck hauls him up by his coat to kiss and spin him to the nearest bed. Black hair streaked with grey falls across green eyes as Duck grins down at him.

“My turn.”

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Barclay can’t look at Indrid without blushing; it’d been so long since they fucked and he’d forgotten just how nice it felt, how teasing and playful Indrid was as a mate. Case in point: as their kisses deepened, he whispered in Barclay’s ear that Joseph had seen them and was, as he spoke, pawing Duck in their room. Barclay moaned at the words and Indrid laughed, spread his side fins, and leapt into Barclay’s tank to lick and bite at the sensitive patch of tail that hid his cock.

“My, my dearest, it seems Joseph is skilled with his tongue as well. Perhaps if you ask nicely we will use our mouths on you at the same time.”

Indrid is currently sighing as Duck combs his hair. Barclay takes a moment to watch the scene unfold: Indrid’s made no secret of his attraction to Duck (or Joseph for that matter), and Barclay likes seeing his friend happy, likes the way Duck touches him with the tenderness he deserves but will often deny himself.

Joseph opens the door and calls, “Duck? Hayes wants to speak with us.”

The human departs and Indrid blows a kiss when his back is turned, then winks at Barclay. Barclay is about to ask if they have time to trade kisses of their own when Indrid freezes.

“Oh no.”

Indrid cocks his head and Barclay follows suit, voices reaching him from the hall.

“Captain Hayes, I must object to this plan. We can get all the information we need from my interviews with Barclay and Indrid, there’s no need to take them away from their home.”

“This is not about information, Mr. Stern. The company that funded this mission did so in the hopes that we would return with mermaids to sell. Which we have, and the two them alone will make not only the company but all of us rich men indeed.”

“Who gives a damn about riches? They ain’t fuckin treasure to be traded.”

“Mr. Newton-”

“Duck’s right, this is completely inhumane. If I’d known this was your goal, I’d never have agreed to this voyage.”

“The decision is final. And I’d advise you both to tread carefully from how you speak to me from here on; men of science or no, this is my ship, and what I say is the law.”

Indrid flicks his tail, swimming back and forth in agitation as Barclay curls his arms around himself; he doesn’t want to be taken away from home, and he certainly doesn’t want to be someone’s prized possession. Worse, Joseph doesn’t return, and so there’s no one to comfort him as he worries and Indrid sorts through unhelpful futures.

He’s half-asleep when the door opens, gasps as a hand touches his shoulder.

“Can you heave yourself out of the tank?” Joseph whispers

Barclay nods, pushes himself up, out, and then into the human’s embrace. Across from him, Duck manages to carry Indrid in his arms on the first try.

“What are you doing?”

Joseph touches his face, “I promised you that you’d get to go free. I keep my promises.”

With that they struggle out the door and up stairs, Indrid helping them determine when the coast is clear to reach the edge of the deck. He’s already dizzy, breath coming in gasps. Indrid wastes no time, launches himself into the sea with a graceful splash.

“What, what will happen to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Joseph smiles sadly. Barclay kisses him to the thunder of footsteps, then falls into the sea.

The last thing he hears is Duck muttering, “Well...fuck.”

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“Pirates would have at least given us a pistol.” Joseph lays on his back in the sand as Duck tosses rocks into the sea, The Washington disappearing on the horizon.

“Yeah. That’s why Hayes ain’t one; he’d have to be too damn nice.”

Joseph chuckles, “True.”

Duck’s certain this is not even remotely what was supposed to happen, and it’s certainly not what either of them expected. Flogging, being thrown in the brig, brought up on charges when they arrived home all crossed their minds. Not being marooned on a small, deserted island with only the clothes on their backs.

He doesn’t regret his choice. Joe doesn’t either. All the same, they spend a few hours on the beach bemoaning their fate or silently considering how to mitigate it. By evening, they determine it could be far worse. They’re study of the plants and animals of the region means they know what’s edible and what’s poisonous, there are fish in the shallows and a small spring hidden in the rocks and trees towards the center of the island. Duck suggests building signal fires when they can in case other ships are near, and they set up a rough lean-to as shelter from the sun. They spend the next few days figuring out how to survive, and Duck discovers just how charming Joe looks when he’s unshaven.

(His budding facial hair also leads to the discovery that Duck;s thighs are incredibly ticklish).

They’re alright for now. Duck’s just worried about how long their luck will hold.

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Joseph is making a new spear, eyeing the storm clouds on the horizon, when Duck’s voice catches his attention.

“Uh, you might not wanna wade out just yet. Looks like there’s a shark.” The other man points to a dark fin sticking slicing the water.

“That doesn’t look like-”

“AHJESUS” Duck is knocked back onto the sand by shape with silvery fins and hair. His further commentary on the matter is cut off by Indrid kissing him, tail wiggling happily as he does.

“I did not get to do that when we fled, there was no time, but oh how I wanted to.”

“Seriously, he kept saying I was smart to kiss you when I could.” Barclay’s entrance onto the beach is more graceful, using the surf to slide up the sand and settle at Joseph's feet.

“Oh yes, that reminds me” Indrid rolls off Duck, grabs Joseph’s shirt, and pulls him down into a kiss.

“Y’all hunt us down just for some kisses?” Duck scoots over to join them, draping an arm over Indrid.

“Nope. When Indrid’s visions showed us what they were gonna do to you, we knew we had to come get you. You, you’re here because you saved us-”

“It was the right thing to do” Joseph strokes the dark brown of his hair as Barclay rests his head on his stomach/

“And neither of us could stand the thought of losing you, especially not like this.”

“We would have arrived sooner, but we had to make arrangements for your rescue and get permission from the mer whose territory we’re technically in.

“Fascinating. Are there borders, or identification or-”

“All in good time” Indrid purrs, nipping his ear. He shudders down to his toes as Barclay begins kissing his hips and belly.

“Like the way you think, ‘Drid.”

“You will like how I do other things as well. Now come here” Indrid pulls Duck into his arms as Barclay crawls up Joseph’s body to kiss him properly. There’s salt on his lips, sweetness on his tongue, and Joseph sighs as he wraps his legs around the smooth, cool texture of his tail. Barclay smiles into the kiss, rolls his hips as Joseph teases his fingers up and down his sides.

“I missed you so much.” Barclay murmurs, “nights aren’t the same without you keeping me company.”

“I missed you too.” He nudges his hips up, letting the mer know he’s heading in the right direction.

“Holyfuck, you have-”

“Two, yes, is that not what humans have?” Indrid cocks his head at Duck.

Joseph hides a smile, “See, Duck, I’m not the only one who finds you irresistible.”

“That and when Indrid gets going, he gets going fast.” Barclay adds. Indrid flicks water at him with his tail.

“No kiddin. Joe, you gotta see this.” Duck climbs off Indrid, revealing two cocks protruding from the upper part of his tail. Joseph’s brain fails to supply any thoughts other than yes

Indrid preens under the attention, lazily stroking one shaft, “Are you all going to just gawk at me, or will one of you come and attend to the situation?”

“May, um, may I?” Joseph looks between the three of them, unsure whose permission he’s asking or what he’s asking it for.

“Heh, oughta tell you two that Joe needs someone to order him around in bed.” Duck smirks as he crawls through the surf to kiss Joseph’s shoulders.

“Is that so? In that case, be a good human and come ride my cock.” Indrid gestures to said cock with a flourish.

“But I was gonna go down on him.” Barclay mock pouts.

“We can do both at once. If he will hurry up and get his trousers off. Honestly, why do humans insist on so much clothing?”

“Because our dicks don’t stay nice and hidden until we need ‘em.” Duck disrobes along with Joseph.

Red eyes rove across Duck hungrily, “I see. A lovely sight all the same. Now Joseph, come face away from me.”

He straddles Indrid’s hips on shaking knees, warm sand the perfect counterpoint to cool scales.

“Do not worry about taking both, my foresight suggests it will be too much right now. AHhnnn yes” he wriggles when Joseph strokes the shaft, bringing it into position.

“The ridges are intriguing.” They also feel incredible on his hand, and he rushes to feel them inside him.

“Do humans not have those either? Honestly, what do you haveAHahhhoh, oh nevermind, oh you’re so tight and warm, oh this is wonderful, Barclay, you have to try this.” The ridged cock bumps and thrusts into him, and Joseph tips his head back to moan.

“I will. Got other things to do right now.” Barclay lays along Indrid’s tail, kissing both it and Joseph's legs before closing his lips around Joseph’s swollen cock.

“Lord, ohlord that’s good, Barclay, Indrid, fuckplease.”

“Please what, Joseph?” Indrid thrusts more roughly.

“Just please, please don’t stop, it’s incredible, you both are.” His mind is going blank, his whole being thrumming with a singular desire; to be good, to filled and used and wanted.

“Fuck, Joe” Duck paints kisses along his back and shoulder, “you look damn good like this, takin it two ways at once.”

He pets Duck’s thigh, kisses him messily “You, someone should take care of you.”

“Yes they should” Indrid “come, sweet one, let me show you what I can do with my tongue.”

“Hell yeah” Duck scrambles away, and a moment later his moans fill the air, underscored by Indrid’s pleased laughter.

Barclay hums, making Joseph jolt and squirm. The merman pulls back, winks at him, then drags his tongue along the cock not buried to the hilt in the human.

“MMMPHHmmmmmm” Indrid’s garbled shout of delight makes the other three laugh.

“Jesusfuck, Barclay can you do that again, his mouth gets even better when you do.”

Barclay obliges and another moaning trill washes over the beach.

“God, it’s so fucking hot, watching him fuck you, wanna see it everyday” Barclay dives back down and soon Joseph’s orgasm crashes into him, his whole body twitching as pleasure overwhelms his nerves. Behind him, Duck lets out the singularly charming groan he always makes when he cums. Indrid is close behind him, spilling sticky and cool inside Joseph and across his thighs and Barclays chest. The other mer growls, roughly pulling Joseph off or Indrid and into the sand with him, the particles burning his knees as the merman grinds him roughly back and forth across his cock, not pushing in but not needing to, cumming in a few short seconds with a howl of ecstasy.

They rearrange themselves, panting, so the mers are mostly in the surf and the humans mostly on the sand, he and Duck pulling their clothes back on to avoid sunburns in the worst possible places.

“That was exquisite” Indrid sighs, resting between the humans with his silver tail draped across Barclay’s dark one.

“No kiddin.”

“And we finished not a moment too soon.” Indrid points out to sea.

Rounding the side of the island is a small sailing boat bearing the words Amnesty.

“Man, I cannot wait to get us all home” Barclay smiles, kissing Joseph’s hand.

The human leans down and kisses him back, “Me neither.”

#OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #Indruck #agent stern/barclay #duck newton/agent stern #trans agent stern #trans duck newton #mermay fills #mermay

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natalieironside · 4 years ago

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Tag: Word Find CCXXXV

Aw yeah I got tagged in a tag game. Thanks, @zmlorenz I love participating

My words were night, near, new, and neighbour

NIGHT (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 3: The Night Market [i suppose i am not surprised])

The city of Ny Myrkhimmin took in drifters and outcasts like the eager embrace of a lover. The streets were bathed in perpetual midnight, the only illumination coming from intermittent and unreliable streetlights and lamps in front of ramshackle buildings. The air was ever frigid, the dome’s life support systems unable to quite keep up with the gnawing, biting cold of the frozen rock under their feet or the void over their heads. The air was thick with the reek of smoke and oil and food and garbage and life, and the narrow, tangled streets were ever loud with the racket of the comings, goings, and dealings of travelers from all parts of the galaxy. The two witches glided through the confusion like ghosts, though Saoirse wanted badly to stop and take in the spectacle.

Helga led her through the maze following the smell of smoke and, soon, of food. After a while, the impenetrable mire of crumbling buildings stacked dubiously atop each other broke away to a wide open forum cluttered with market stalls. The buildings along one side all had open patios and bars and flickering neon signs, filling the air with a toothsome smell. Saoirse gawked at the spectacle like a little girl watching tumblers at a carnival and muttered, “Oh, this is great.”

“Welcome to the night market,” Helga replied with an approving smile. “Now, what would you like to eat? We can find anything.”

NEAR (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 5: Ikayaki. Three times in succession, golly)

More storm-bolts struck the Black Wolf as it drew nearer to the eye. The ship shook, the lights flickered, and Nirtovi shouted, “Helga, you have to tell them to fall back! This thing’s storms are too much!”

“The shields will hold,” the voidwitch replied.

“Loki’s ropes! Between the shields and the siegebreaker, how much strain can your reactor take? It must be near to overheating!”

“The shields will hold for long enough. It is almost over now.”

The Black Wolf stayed fixed upon the injured eye as the wounded beast slowed in its turning. Soon they were close enough that the eye filled the whole of their vision as storm-bolts rocked the ship from stem to stern, and Nirtovi was sure they were about to ram into it, but as the siegebreaker fired one last time, the Black Wolf banked hard upwards, knocking them all—even Helga—onto their asses as their minds were nearly sundered by a deafening psychic death-rattle. Recovering themselves, they looked back out the viewports and saw that the light had now died in the kraken’s damaged eye, and that the beast was no longer maneuvering its ponderous mass to present them its arms and beak, but drifted in the void without spark or intelligence.

“Victory,” Helga whispered, a grin spreading across her face.

NEW (showed up in Voidsong: The Witchling’s epilogue, Two Homecomings, so I guess call this a sneak preview)

The dark elves cheered their approval, and Helga concluded: “But, before that, I would like to augment our skeleton crew a bit. I would like to make my own little homecoming.”

The dark elves’ cheers of approval turned into gasps of disbelief, and Nirtovi put a hand to her forehead and muttered, “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I have never kid anyone before in my life.”

“Helga, other than the many new and fascinating varieties of ice, what the fuck is on Isa?”

NEIGHBOR (I had to hunt far and wide for an instance of the word “Neighbor.” Out of all my active WiPs, I’ve used it exactly one time, in chapter 3: In the Family Way of my as-yet-untitled sequel to The Big Job so I guess you can consider this yet another sneak preview lmao)

Katya was too nervous to ask questions on the drive north, and Ash didn’t volunteer any information, but a painfully long drive through afternoon traffic on I-75 eventually brought them to a decaying residential suburb adjacent to a sprawl of housing projects. The house at the end of the lane where Ash parked the car didn’t look any different from its neighbors, save for a sign in the front yard. It was an obnoxious shade of pink and bore a black Venus symbol ending in a clenched fist.

“Oh,” Katya said, nodding, “this is one of those whatchacallit type places.”

Ash laughed. “Yes, Kat, it’s one of those whatchacallit type places. Now, this crew is pretty old-fashioned, and a lot of the signage and stuff is gonna be pretty . . . uh . . .” She snapped her fingers, searching for the right word.

“Cisnormative?” Nix offered.

“Yeah, that’s what it’s called. But I promise they’re good people, in a couple of relevant ways. This is where Jackie gets his testosterone.”

They piled out of the car and headed for the front door, which bore only a simple plaque reading “A Place For Women.” Ash opened the door and strode in like she owned the place, surprising the receptionist who sat behind a mahogany desk in the foyer. Without giving her time to react, Ash said, “Yeah, hi, we spoke on the phone a little bit ago. I need to see Dr. Farkas.”

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Oh heck yeah. Now it’s my turn uhhhhhh I tag @renniequeer @borinquenaqueer @red-the-dragon-writes and anybody else who wants to participate and the words are uhhhhhhhh fight, love, queer, confusion, and sword

#long post #writeblr #tag games #word find #voidsong

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transformersmr-hq · 4 years ago

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Okay, something for your consideration, Hot Rod was a hot headed mech who liked to race and start fights BUT the war dragged on and ground most of that out of him so he left the Autobots and lives as an unaffiliated Cybertronian on Earth helping this family out on their farm. A family he is very protective of.

UHhhhhhhh anon I think you might have sent this to the wrong blog??? you might want to check on that.

But now that you’ve mentioned Hot Rod, I think I should mention a bit about him. Where is Hot Rod in Transformers: Mobius Run? What is he doing? When does he come to Earth?

Those who followed my blog before it was “rebooted” might remember this little doodle I made some time ago. Yes, this is roughly how I imagine my version of Rodimus would look like.

However, he wouldn’t exactly be in Transformers: Mobius Run, because he’s not born yet.

Can’t tell you the details just yet, but Rodimus will be born way after the ending of TFMR. He is supposed to be the main protagonist of the sequel scenario, where he, Windblade, and a little hooman called “sam” goes on an adventure to find Bumblebee and the rest of TFMR crews! and stop Nebulans from invading Cybertron at the same time! Seems like a difficult thing to do, but don’t worry! They’ve got this cool artifact called “Vector Sigma’s Key”, which is basically a cool sword that can change shapes according to the user!

#ask #anon #answer #rodimus #transformers: edge of infinity #windblade?#yes there is actually a sequel i have planned #which would nevver be released because #im not even started with tfmr lmaooooo

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What are the magical parts of Star Trek Voyager? I like Tuvuk, the doctor, the borge lady and the captain. Maybe others. It has been a while since I watched it

Tuvok is the bessssssssst, I love him. Him and the weird asshole Vorik that keeps trying (failing) to flirt with B’elanna are an excellent study in the difference between Chill Autism and Excuse Autism, plus Vorik stops being such a weird asshole eventually.

The doctor is also top tier, which is good, because star fleet medical officer is a very difficult role to occupy as an actor and to create as writers. You really are always trying to create someone who is iconic, without overtaking every scene they’re in.

I want to like Chakotay much more than I actually do. There’s some uhhhhhhhh really wild fucking racism in Voyager, even for the 90s.

I loved Kes. I cried when they killed her off (I mean “ascended her to a higher plane”). Very tragic.

I also really liked Ensign Kim who, and this is very important, should have been field promoted at least twice. I understand the external reasons why he was kept at Ensign, and the internal excuses/rationalizations used by the characters do make sense. But here’s the thing.

You don’t stay at the graduate rank for 7 years. If that somehow happened, you would be discharged. Based simply on time in service, Kim should have had multiple promotions. You stay an ensign for two years. After that, assuming you have no dishonours worthy of discharge you become a lieutenant. That’s how it works. Keeping him an ensign for 7 years is absurd.

Finally, not to be the exact kind of demonic slut the executives were aiming for when they added 7 of 9 to the crew, but listen.

How the fuck did they make her breasts do that in a spandex suit? That’s the real magic.

#Don't quote me on the existence of excuse autism #my opinions are evolving in real time #Kind of like a salamander captain #Anonymous

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em-dashes · 5 years ago

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12.04.2019 - Nanowrimo 2019

Hello! It is--

*checks watch*

--Not November Anymore! But here I am with my very meager Nano 2019 wrap up because I also haven’t made an update in a while.

1 - The Word Count

Aphelion: ~11k (total word count: 38,758)

Like The Sun: 909

Untitled Podcast Pilot Episode That I May Or May Not Pursue: 1674

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 13,583

I know, I know, it’s far from 50k, but I’m surprised I even got past 10k. I absolutely didn’t write as much of Like The Sun as I wanted, and that was the most disheartening part. I want to write this story so so so badly, but my brain’s creative juice machine broke and I haven’t gotten it back up and running yet. As for the Untitled Podcast, I was super excited when I first conceptualized it, but then it occurred to me that the probability of me actually getting the chance to record even the first episode is uhhhhhhhh let’s just say it’s not optimistic. But we’ll see! We’ll see.

2 - The Nano Experience

Iiiiiiii don’t really want to talk about my writing experience, because nothing especially enlightened came from it and it was just a lot of burnout, but I’ll say this: by far the BEST part about Nanowrimo is seeing all yall’s writing updates. I love seeing everyone’s different WIPs and reading excerpts and following you guys on your journeys. Ugh your minds. I hope everyone had a great time, whether you met 50k or not!

3 - The Quoates

These are all from Aphelion :^)

Chapter 2: Cay

They weren’t supposed to be here.

Firstly, because they weren’t real scavengers. Those ones were handled and paid by the government.

Secondly, because even those scavengers wouldn’t be allowed here.

They had specific areas they were allowed to work in--cities and towns farther away from the center of the blast sites, where the buildings were less shell-shocked and less in danger of collapsing. Towns like this had been much closer to the explosion and were deemed illegal to enter on the grounds it was too broken, too unstable, too unsafe.

Two very good reasons why Cay and Ev shouldn’t be here, and yet here they were. No other scavengers meant no competition, and no competition meant more things to take. The guards stationed at the no-go border fences looked the other way if you offered them some of your haul, and just like that, the legality was no longer an issue.

Chapter 4: Rian

He thought if he ran away, people would stop getting hurt because of him. But he hadn’t realized people could get hurt because he’d run away.

Sixty-three people dead. More than a hundred injured.

The numbers swirled in his head as he tried to fall asleep. He couldn’t calm his mind, but eventually, the exhaustion in his body dragged him under.

Chapter 9: Shelby

She unbuckled her harnesses, pushed out of her seat, and went to find Rian Scott. As she floated down the corridor, the ship’s computer started counting down to the gravity core’s activation.

30. 29. 28--

“Kid?” Bee called. Her echo came back short and metallic.

--23, 22, 21--

She pushed past the crew’s quarters. The bathrooms. The medical bay.

--18, 17, 16--

She finally made it to the cargo bay. The kid was floating listlessly.

--12, 11, 10--

“Kid?” No answer. Bee pushed off the railing and folded her arms around the kid. She was surprised at how thin he was. How frail.

--7, 6, 5--

She pressed a hand against the ceiling and gave a light shove. Gently, they floated back toward the floor.

--3, 2, 1.

Three inches from the floor, the gravity core whirred to life, and Bee fell the rest of the way.

Ettttt c’est tout pour le moment mes amis!!!

-Emily

#em dashes #writing update #aphelion #writerblr #nanowrimo #nano 2019 #excerpts #writers on tumblr

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ok but why isn’t it called avengers assemble tho

AKA THE GREAT MARVEL REWATCH PART THIS-IS-NOT-AS-GOOD-AS-I-REMEMBER-IT-BEING-WHEN-I-FIRST-SAW-IT

Avengers is a movie that has not aged well for either me or The Roommate (aka @goteamwin) and we had a whole conversation about how at the time it came out we were excited about Avengers, even though neither of us were yet hip-deep in the Marvel fandom. But we were !excited! because !Joss Whedon! and now we are ?disappointed? because ?Joss Whedon?

This movie, in retrospect, might be The Tipping Point of Joss Whedon’s career? like? It contains everything that was Great about his movies but also contains the seeds of his ultimate self-destruction.

ANYWAY ON WITH THE REWATCH, AKA STEVE ROGERS AND THE CUBE THAT WOULDN’T FUCKING DIE

this opening scene is so expositiony and on the one hand at least it doesn’t contain a flashback but on the other hand? it’s bad?? It’s a bad start???

sidenote by The Roommate: so i know that it was recently confirmed that Loki was being mind-controlled in Avengers but also. Was there ever any question about whether Loki was being mind controlled? or am I just That Fangirl

Sidenote to the sidenote, By Me: She is not That Fangirl, but i suspect that she was perilously close to becoming That Fangirl at some point in her past.

oh hey phil’s here

i do appreciate that they’re prioritizing evac. that’s nice attention to a detail that usually does not get addressed.

the line about the tesseract “misbehaving�� being followed immediately by a line about the Tesseract “behaving” dRiVeS mE FUCKING B O N K E R S I HATE IT SO MUCH????

anyway

Every once in a while I forget how hot Jeremy Renner is.

The Roommate: Yeah it sneaks up on ya.

IT’S JUST BAD WRITING? MISBEHAVING AND BEHAVING ARE LITERALLY ANTONYMS.

ANYWAY.

“You have heart” is also maybe kind of bad writing.

We had to pause and rewind to confirm that yup Loki trips there, because he is having A Trouble (at The Roommate’s urging. Perilously close, my good dude.)

Loki like a labrador getting to ride in the back of the truck for the first time. The Smells! The Sights and Sounds!! The Wind In My Hair!!! THE EXPLOSIONS!!!!

Phil says: “what do we do” and I look at my roommate and say: “The dialogue in this movie is.......... not good.”

it’s just so out of keeping with the Professional Military vibe these three have going otherwise? it’s very ooc sounding to my ear??

anyway

I actually really like this scene with the Black Widow and the russians and that’s all i have to say about that.

actually, you know what really Makes It for me? Phil bopping along to the sound of Nat beating up bad guys like it’s on hold music. That’s Just Great.

“‘‘“““budapest”‘‘““““‘‘ aka a clip from later in this movie but flipped.

we can’t talk about the brucenat yet that’s for the aou rewatch

“i’m sorry, that was mean” GOD RUFFALO IS SUCH A GOOD BRUCE???

also Natasha is clearly having A Moment whERE ARE MY 8000 METAS ON WHATEVER NAT IS CLEARLY HAVING A FLASHBACK ABOUT

hey it’s these shadowy figures from the shadowy global organization

“it’s won by Soldiers”--transition to--> Steven Grant Rogers this is an A+ transition and it just makes me angrier that we did not get the full Sadsack Steeb scene from the deleted scenes which is EXCELLENT.

SERIOUSLY. THAT’S A GREAT SCENE. I LOB IT.

*steve’s butt comes on screen*

Me: Ohhhhh say can you SEEEEEE

*the flashback happens*

The Roommate: THis is Un. Necessary.

Me, looking at her, knowing that the first time she saw Avengers she had not seen The First Avenger yet: ..............

Me: un necessary? UN? NECESSARY???

has Steve been sleeping at all tho?

“C eLeBRaTingG??” CELEBRATING WHAT, NICHOLAS? ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAD???

“he’s... not from around here.” THAT IS WILDLY OVERSIMPLIFIED.

“Shoulda left it in the ocean.”

“shoulda maybe left me in the ocean too” *tired old man sounds.*

Tony is. So Neurotic. About Everything. I Lob Him.

I Think the problem is at least partly that some of Joss Whedon’s lines (in this movie especially) are just so transparently set ups for Snappy Comebacks™

Pepper Potts is also equal parts mom and girlfriend and it seems likely that this is exactly why No Kids, Tony.

Oh Phil.

sidenote from me: Phanboy Phil is a perfect example of something that is Unexpected but Not Out Of Character. Joss Whedon loves doing The Unexpected but he’s not always so great at making it Not Out Of Character

“need a little old fashioned” I WOULD LIKE IT KNOWN THAT AT THIS POINT I WAS IN FACT DRINKING AN OLD FASHIONED CHEERS I DRANK TO THAT BRO

To Loki: Hey bro. how u doin? (spoiler alert: Not Great) u let ur hair grow out and i hate it.

MA’AM he calls her MA’AM steve is such a N E R D

sidenote, at this point i had to pause the movie because i was having An Emotion, because Steve is all sadsack talking to Fury and then equally sadsack talking to Phil and then he comes out of the Quinjet like “Ma’am. Dr. Banner. Word Is You Can Find The Cube. Why What A Wonderful Day It Is Here In The Future Golly Gosh I Sure Do Love It A Lot” in his Olde Tyme Radio Announcer Voice.

and it made me s a d

The Roommate: Well of course he’s talking like an olde tyme radio announcer he has anxiety and this is a stressful situation, so he’s using his Please Don’t Hate Me™ Customer Service™ Voice™

*sadness intensifies*

The Roommate: Steven. I know you were in the army but surely even you know that submarines do not have flight crews.

Maria Hill here, assessing Cap’s assets.

I talk (and will continue to talk) a lot of shit about this movie, but it gave us a lot of Really Good Things, and Nerd!Phil is one of those good things.

Cap’s suit is VERY MUCH NOT ON THE LIST OF GOOD THINGS.

Okay i hate to go on about this (no i don’t)

But at this stage of the movie, the Avengers have only met Captain America. Like, he’s in the spangly suit, he’s got his Customer Service Voice on, his hair is pomaded to kingdom come, he tucks his plaid shirt into his khaki pants

This is Captain America

This is Not Steve Rogers.

None of the avengers have met Steve Rogers yet and that is just so

* S A D N E S S I N T E N S I F I E S *

Who built this eyeball device? why? where does it come from? how do they get it? why is it like this? IT IS SO! UNNECESSARY??

“you crave subjugation” loki. Loki. LOKI. i feel like you are talking to yourself. this feels like you’re talking about you. just say you’re a bottom, find yourself a nice service top to take care of you and stop making these poor bastards part of your Extra™ Nonsense.

“we ended up disagreeing” said Captain America.

“nOt TOdAY!” OH HEY STEVE IS HERE GOOD TO SEE YOU STEVE.

“FoR an OldER FEllOW???” WHAT AN EXCELLENT TIME TO POINT OUT THAT TONY STARK, AT THE TIME OF THE AVENGERS, IS, LIKE, FORTY TWO. AND STEVEN ROGERS IS, LIKE, TWENTY-SIX.

*lightning happens*

The Roommate: OH YOU GUYS ARE SCREWED NOW

“I have a plan. Attack.” TONY TEDWARD STARK THAT IS NOT A PLAN.

Last Known Instance of Steve Using a Parachute.

Loki: I’m listening.

Me: Thor is already Gone. so that snappy comeback™ is for whomst???

CHILDREN. STOP FIGHTING. GRANDPA IS HERE.

“are we done?” yeah, they’re all just too Manly to say owwwwwww

Upon Rewatching It Is Painfully Obvious that the Producers Had No Idea that the Mind Stone was in the Staff.

“I understood that reference”

I know it’s overused, but it’s still a Golden line

Steve is so proud of himself.

Tony’s eyeroll is Un Paralleled.

God this is such a group project, and they all fit into their roles so well.

Thor: Well Meaning but Entirely Useless Jock

Steve: Neurotic Organizer With No Applicable Skills

Tony: Genius. Would Be MVP If He Could Be Persuaded To Give A Single Shit. Keeps Suggesting They Do Something Else.

Bruce: “uhhhhhhhh i just wanna finish my work here, and--”

Also: No one in this room is wrong, and that is actually pretty good writing, imo.

“I’ve got a cluster of shrapnel...”

Tony.

Honey.

That is not at all the same thing.

Stop comparing those things.

S T O P.

Thor: In my youth--

Me: THOR YOUR YOUTH WAS LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO.

so this scene with Loki and Black Widow feels very Blocked and Staged but that does not stop it from being Very Good, IMO and no I will not be taking input on that assessment, I really like this particular interpretation of the Black Widow.

Steve: Phase 2 is S.H.I.E.L.D. Uses the Cube to make weapons. Sorry, computer was moving a little slow for me.

HEY LOOK IT’S STEVE!! STEVE THIS IS EVERYBODY, EVERYBODY, THIS IS STEVE.

Fury: BECAUSE OF HIM.

Thor: me????

Me: THOR HAS LITERALLY DONE NOTHING WRONG LEAVE HIM A L O N E

a) clint rly likes that bow move but more importantly b) clint? u ok? does the brainwash gang get naptime? u look like u could use a nap, sweetums.

TONY LAST MOVIE U HAD THAT PACKED IN A SUITCASE WHY IS IT IN A BANK VAULT???

Did Bruce invest in some kind of specialty pant company? like? kickstarter or something?

Steve goes outside like It’s Cool I Don’t Need Air.

digi steve is VERY DIGI.

let it be known that thor is coming into this VERY BLIND he has LITERALLY NEVER SEEN THE HULK BEFORE. is he just like, internally ???????IS THIS NORMAL FOR HUMANS?????????????????

“It seems to run on some form of electricity.”

AW STEVE’S HERE AGAIN.

captain sassmerica

Steve does an awful lot of high kicks and i’m pretty sure he learned those on the Star Spangled Circuit

that arrow-in-computer thing is R I D I C U L O U S.

On the one hand, I definitely shipped Clintasha when I first saw this movie, on the other hand, I can totally see a brother/sister “we were raised in the same dysfunctional foster family” dynamic and I do actually like it.

“It’s Barton”

Natasha: *clint???* *HE HAS CHILDREN.* *AUNTIE NAT POWERS ACTIVATE* “this is agent romanoff. I copy.”

OH NO PHIL

do you remember when character deaths had meaning?

good times.

good. times.

sidenote:

The Roommate: I actually really like this Clint/Nat fight scene there’s no monologuing just Real Fighting

Me: Yeah, with Real Hair-Pulling and Real Biting.

*THONK*

Me: And Real Concussions.

LOOK EVEN PHIL KNOWS THAT LOKI IS BEING MIND CONTROLLED SERIOUSLY WHY WAS THIS EVER EVEN A QUESTION

god it’s so sad that phil is like “no this is fine. it’s cool. we all know that someone has to die in order for them to stop fighting like children.”

let. phil. clock. out.

Tony Stark: I Am Very Dramatically Leaving.

“old fashioned” NICK THAT IS R U D E. YOU K N O W WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO STEVE HERE.

“big and green and buck ass nude” THIS GUY. I LOVE THIS GUY.

what is this insta filter.

“cognitivive recalibration” becomes a meme in shield. like, that butterfly meme but the guy is saying “IS THIS COGNITIVE RECALIBRATION” and on the Butterfly it just says TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY.

Possibly The First Ever Steve Rogers Door Lean Scene™

The Roommate: The subtext that I got, from this scene, the first time I watched it, was that those cards belonged to Nick. Like, Nick had his own vintage set in near mint condition that he bloodied up

I just think it’s adorable that that’s where her brain went with that information. it’s nice. it must be nice for her.

Dear Dr. Selvig: Should You be gendering the Tesseract?

JESUS DID THEY DIP LOKI’S HEAD IN ELMER’S GLUE? IT’S SO GROSS AND GREASY??

“We’re damn sure going to avenge it”

The Roommate: That’s not a good tagline.

Me: In their defense, it’s not a great name, and they were kinda stuck with it by this point

tony’s dead, these people are dead, maria’s dead from that grenade she caught earlier everyone is dead dead dead dead dead

The chitauri mean. Nothing. to anyone. and they don’t mean anything until Infinity War roles around, you know? that just. sticks in my head.

“did you stop for drive through??” YES. YES THEY DID. THERE WERE NO MEALS IN THE BRAINWASH GANG AND STEVE WON’T SHARE HIS THIGH ZIPPER SNACKS.

is it madness? Is It?? IS IT???

Peggy’s reincarnated husband???

“As a team” STEVEN GRANT ROGERS THAT IS NOT A PLAN.

bruce’s motorcycle: Puttputtputtputtputtputtputtputt

Nat and Cap are so in sync? It’s almost like they were trained by the same person?? But Where Could Natasha Have Learned How To Fight Side By Side With Someone Who Had Gotten The Superserum??? W I L D??????????

“And he didn’t invite me?” It’s ok tony u don’t invite him to civil war so.

Hulk And The Marvelous Wonderful Yes Good Very Smash Day.

he’s just having so much fun?

The Roommate: Steve in this suit is very Adam West Batman

Me: Tiny Turtle of Freedom!!

The Roommate: Yeah especially when he does that.

Clint: Nat whAT ARE YOU DOING??

Me: HER BEST

Jarvis is so tired. “IT’S THE SAME THICKNESS FROM THE INSIDE AS FROM THE OUTSIDE SIR.”

the SHIELD pilot here is very chilled out for a man about to commit mass murder.

“What, are you getting sleepy?”

aw steve’s here!

The Roommate: Pepper Potts’ superpower is saying no and calling the authorities. Her kryptonite is phone calls.

#accurate

no shawarma for you, loki

pooter!

“where are the Avengers?” TAKING A DAMN NAP. THEY’VE EARNED IT.

god that shot with the tesseract STEVE’S FACE JESUS CHRIST.

steve wear a helmet.

“...is to court death”

Thanos: *grins*

Me: IT IS SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS THAT THEY DID NOT KNOW HOW THEY WERE GOING TO DEVELOP THANOS. LIKE THIS IS A CLEAR FORESHADOW OF THE THANOS/DEATH SHIP AND THAT! DOES! NOT! HAPPEN!

om nom nom nom nom nom

(ps yes we did eat shawarma whilst watching this movie because of course we did)

#the mighty pre endgame rewatch #mcu #avengers #iron man #captain america

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