#Anglerfish Team

[firecurls-27]

Sonic hc: Espio unintentionally pulls. Like he doesn’t even have to do or say much and most of their clients end up giving him their number. He doesn’t have to do anything. He doesn’t even realize he pulls.

Vector is only slightly envious.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy Jackson:Man this is boring,i wanna play video games or something

The Nefarious Greek Pantheon:

[sanchoyoscribbles]

Masayume was my most drawn oc for artfight, so obviously I had to draw something for my little artfight princess and incorporate the seafoam theme with a mermaid AU!! 👑

Thanks again to everyone who made my first artfight so much fun 🥹🧡

[jzsketch]

Art Fight! I drew this cutie during Art Fight '24, the owner is @lirerq and I'm sharing with permission. Sadly this character doesn't have a name but that doesn't make them any less interesting looking.

[brighter-star]

Who are you really? Attack I made for @courtofthecorpseking on artfight of their oc Sunny Lavender ^^

[pezimint]

revenge attacks for art fight !! Can't find the socials of the people I revenge attack'ed though :(

[swiss-army-fangirl]

re: the nefarious anglerfish, I feel like its another cat sitting on him with its tail sticking out

omg this is an answer i never considered and am now OBSESSED with

[ross-hollander]

Pilots are never...

...too surprised if there's a new maintenance team member, a new weapons technician, that kind of thing. Sure, the attrition rate isn't anywhere as high as the pilots themselves, but they do take new jobs, or get shifted out to give new hires some experience in the role, or just plain retire, that sort of thing. A new worker isn't anything to look twice at, really.

What you need to look out for is the fake ones. Easiest way is faces. They're not very good at those because humans have an innate thing for telling a real human face from something that looks a lot like it. On the other hand- respirators, welding masks, scarves, sunglasses, they have all kinds of tricks, and being pushy doesn't always pay. Check the face first, that's the thing.

The second thing is their connection- they all have one, it's biological. See how far they'll walk with you. If they stop, for instance, at the hangar door, or suddenly turn around twenty paces away, that's a clue. Otherwise, look for data links, wires, even coolant feed lines- anything they don't seem to put down that connects to a 'mech at the other end, that's another clue.

And if you're still not sure, ask them to talk politics. The mission, the company, the collateral, the local government, anything like that. They have no idea how to do it, and what's more, they won't even know how to tell you to go shove it in the way a real mechtech would. They're much more limp in the conversational department like that, no good, colorful arsenal of curse words.

You need to check, of course, because if the hangar doors were open so much as a crack overnight, one of them could have gotten in. They're almost boneless, you know, for all that mass. And if you trust their "mechtech", and get in that 'mech they're nested in- when they rev up the engine and close the cockpit, it'll be too loud for anyone to hear you scream before the thing starts chewing.

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(Wholly inspired by the thought, "anglerfish 'mech".)

[pretzel-box]

—Scenario: You are currently filming a movie called Pressure with your co-star, Sebastian.

words: 1,3k

tags: gn!reader

You were running for your life, your breath hitching as your heart raced. Panic clouded your mind as you forced your legs to move faster. The lights started to flicker above you, a clear sign of impending danger. And before you knew it, the ear-piercing scream echoed down the hallway. You spotted a locker shining under the dim light near the door, sprinting toward it with everything you had.

And then you slipped and fell.

“CUT!” the director yelled, his voice slicing through the tension like a knife. The film crew immediately broke into chatter, some chuckling softly at the unexpected turn of events. Your co-star, Sebastian, walked over, half-dressed in his elaborate costume. His anglerfish lure was still tucked away, and the prosthetic tail was nowhere to be seen.

“You okay?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he offered you a hand. 

“Yeah, the special effects crew really went overboard with all the water,” you replied with a grin, taking his hand and allowing him to help you up. Your costume was drenched, the fake blood and grime smearing as you wiped at it.

Sebastian guided you to your seats at the edge of the set, handing you a bottle of water and a towel. “Shouldn't you be getting ready for your own scene, Mr. Solace?” you teased, glancing at him from the side as you tried to dry off your costume.

He shrugged, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “I still have a bit of time before they need me in full monster mode,” he said, referring to the process of getting into his character's tail and the other intricate parts of his costume. “Besides, I wanted to make sure you were okay after that dive you took.”

You laughed, dabbing at the fake grime on your face with the towel. “Well, that’s what I get for trying to sprint across a slick floor. I thought we had safety protocols in place for this sort of thing.”

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking to the crew as they reset the scene. “We do, but I guess even those can’t account for everything. At least you didn’t faceplant—could’ve been a lot worse.”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks for the encouragement. I’ll try to keep my feet under me next time.”

“Good plan,” he chuckled. “Though if you fall again, I’ll be sure to swoop in and save you. Just like the hero I am.”

“Hero, huh? You’re supposed to be the terrifying sea monster, remember?” you quipped, giving him a playful nudge.

He grinned, showing off his sharp, prosthetic teeth. “Maybe I’m a misunderstood sea monster. One with a heart of gold, who just happens to shoot people every now and then.”

“Every now and then?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s quite the statement.”

“Well, they keep telling me it’s all about balance,” he said, feigning seriousness before breaking into a laugh.

You shook your head, enjoying the banter as the two of you watched the crew work. The set was a marvel in itself, a meticulously constructed underwater facility complete with flickering lights, ominous shadows, and that eerie sense of something lurking just out of sight. It was hard to believe that only moments ago, you had been completely immersed in the horror of the scene, your mind fully in character as you ran for your life. Now, though, it was just another day at work, surrounded by talented people who were just as dedicated to bringing this fictional world to life as you were.

“Alright, places everyone!” the director called out, snapping you both back to the task at hand. “Let’s try that again, from the top. And can we get the floor dried up a bit more this time?”

Sebastian sighed dramatically, getting to his feet and rolling his shoulders. “Looks like it’s showtime. I’ll see you on the other side.”

You gave him a mock salute, grinning as he headed off to the makeup and effects team. “Break a leg, sea monster.”

He turned back with a smirk. “I’d say the same, but I think you already beat me to it.”

“Seriously,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear, “you’re killing it out there. Keep it up.”

You met his gaze, and the sincerity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. “Thanks, Sebastian. I will.”

He gave you a warm smile before heading off to the makeup and effects team to finish getting into character. As you watched him go, you couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of determination. His support meant the world to you, and you were ready to give the next take everything you had.

With that, he was gone, leaving you to take your place on the set once more. As you stood there, waiting for the cameras to roll, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. Sure, the scene was intense, and the stakes were high, but this was what you loved—bringing a story to life, even if it meant slipping and falling every now and then.

“Action!” the director called, and just like that, you were back in character, running for your life as the lights flickered ominously overhead.

This time, you managed to avoid the slick spot on the floor, skidding to a stop just in time to dive into the locker. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled the door closed behind you, the sound of your breathing echoing in the tiny, cramped space. The flickering lights outside the locker cast eerie shadows through the slats, and you could almost feel the presence of something dangerous just beyond the door.

A loud crash resounded from somewhere in the distance, the sound reverberating through the metal walls of the locker. You held your breath, waiting for the next cue, the next scare that would push your character to the brink of terror.

Finally, the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the take.

“Cut!” the director called, and the tension in the air dissipated.

As you emerged from the locker, Sebastian was already waiting for you, now fully transformed into his terrifying character. But the moment his eyes met yours, the fearsome facade melted away, replaced with a proud grin.

“That was perfect,” he said, his voice slightly muffled by the prosthetics but still full of warmth. “You nailed it.”

You felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over you, Sebastian’s words making all the hard work worth it. “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “We make a good team.”

As the crew began resetting the scene once more, you and Sebastian stood off to the side, sharing a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the set. His presence was comforting, a reminder that no matter how intense the scenes got, you were in this together.

“You ready to do it all over again?” he asked, his playful tone back.

“Always,” you replied with a smile, feeling that familiar rush of excitement as you prepared to step back into character.

And as the lights dimmed once more, the cameras rolling, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to be working alongside someone who not only respected your craft but also went out of his way to support you. No matter how many times you ran down that hallway, no matter how many takes you had to do, you knew you’d do it all again in a heartbeat—because at the end of the day, it was moments like these, with co-stars like Sebastian, that made it all worth it.

[transingthoseformers]

Beaming the idea of a decepticon and minicon team inspired by / based on anglerfish into your head

[sugurusladyknightt]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ── . ⟢

• please ensure you have taken the oath before proceeding

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃

𝓈𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓇𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝑜

➺ 24:32 ~ roommates!au

➺ necessary sick fic ~ fluff (poly sugukent)

➺ in between his ribs ~ cult leader!sugu

➺ too much for a love letter?? ~ cw: grotesque imagery

➺ but we're in this together ~ x blind!reader (1/?)

➺ pretty lined eyes ~ suguru wearing kohl

➺ atonement!au ~ (angst) inspired by the film

➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru ~ suggestive

➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru again ~ suggestive

➺ argument aftermath ~ fluffy

➺ sabotage ~ suguru takes your rest in his own hands

➺ sugurus smile ~ well what's it like?

𝓈𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜

➺ iscream(!!) ~ slight yandere satoru

➺ in the way the anglerfish do ~ angst (urdead)

➺ my dreamscapes are made of you ~ pure fluff & comfort bliss

➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru ~ suggestive

➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru (again) ~ suggestive

𝓀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾

➺ necessary sick fic ~ fluff (poly sugukent)

𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓃𝒶

➺ "you're mad at me." ~ husband!sukuna (1/2)

➺ "we're a team!" ~ husband!sukuna (2/2)

𝓊𝓉𝒶𝒽𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝑜𝓇𝒾

➺ good things come to those who wait ~ friends to lovers(..?) w pixiehime (!!)

𝓉𝑜𝒿𝒾 𝒻𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑜

➺ the fruits of labour are always the sweetest ~ feeding toji the fruit he cut for you

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒫𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒

𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝒶 𝓏𝑜𝓇𝑜

➺ "i'm yours. blood soaked & trembling, i am yours." ~ fluffish angstish.

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝑒𝒹...

~

➺ tag guide

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• m.list ~ a collection of my favourite drabbles & blurbs from the tag

#𝓉𝒽𝑒_𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓎 ~ fanart rbs

#&. nae writes "─ .⟢ ~ writing tag (idky but not all of them show up)

#ꪆৎ─ from my lord anon ~ anon tag

#ꪆৎ─ my lord... ~ my mutuals <33

[thegnomelord]

as an ocean nerd you got me HOOKED with the idea of monster!141 trying to court a sea creature hybrid/mer. the brainworms are WRIGGLING-

i know you touched upon smth similar in that previous post but i'm imagining any of the team trying to read up on anglerfish hybrid courting rituals and coming upon the whole males are basically parasitic beings that latch onto the female and then fuse their organs into her and just. blue screening. they can't replicate that. how can they replicate that??? getting an organ removed and gifting it to you?? a skin graft??? suddenly they're rethinking all your clingy behavior. just complete and utter confusion.

or maybe octopus mating where the male dies after the coupling and the female stops eating and just guards the clutch of eggs, immediately dying after they hatch. the absolute existential Panic as they try to figure out if you'll die after mating (or if you expect them to drop dead).

i know both these are sex based in the actual animals but i imagine in a hybrid scenario the sex of the individual wouldn't matter, moreso who is courting who and/or who has stronger genes. generally i just love the potential for weirdness and confusion (in the fun sense) that can occur between a couple with differences as marked as land vs. sea.

Anon the second you mentioned octopus all I thought of was the one where a male octopus detaches his dick and chucks it at a female and, honestly, I can't even begin to figure out how the lads would react if their deep sea hybrid mate could do that.

The initial panic. The confusion. OMFG imagine it just coming off while you're balls deep in them. Or if they're more used to it, just walking around and doing their normal daily stuff with your detached dick in their ass, and by some monster magic shenanigans you can feel it? Yanking your dick off and using it on themselves while you watch as punishment?

Just. . . yeah

[stone-stars]

[ID: a tweet from Caldwell with an illustration attached, captioned “An Underwater Interlude #NADDPod”. The illustration shows Duck Team underwater, swimming with fish among bioluminescent coral with the city of Tsunare in the distance. It colored in shades of blue, green, and purple. Sol perches on top of the egg submarine, his back to the viewer, one hand raised to wave at Calder as he grins. He’s wearing track shorts and a tanktop with a reddish purple scarf, and has a ring on one of his fingers. Out in the water, Calder is waving back, wearing a wetsuit with a bubble helmet. An anglerfish swims near him, and a pair of smaller fish with glowing purple eyes swim towards him. Callie is diving below him, also in a wetsuit, and smiling at a pair of small fish that are floating by some glowing coral. The open sea in the background is streaked with lines like currents, and small lights float through the water.]

New Caldwell art… they look so happy…

[bad-magnus-art-official]

Anyone else feel like s3 of Tma would’ve worked as a good ending?

Spoilers for the whole series below cut

This isn’t me hating on s4/5 or Tmagp, I’m just thinking about it and, like, now that I’m re listening to it I’m noticing how much stuff at the very start is foreshadowing s3 specifically. Breekon and Hope, the Anglerfish, Gerry, etc. The whole storyline with the unknowing and the previous generation of employees has been set up since literally the first episode and I feel like seasons 1-3 kinda work as their own thing. Especially with s2 also being stranger-focused.

If some of the mystery surrounding Elias and the eye were taken out, and John/martins relationship was established sooner, the series ending with the team stopping the unknowing (and possibly dying there) I kinda think it would’ve made just as good of a series finale as s5..

[courtofcravings]

Don't do anything stupid (2)

Bones thinks you and Captain Kirk are very similar, and it takes an away mission to prove him right.

Captain Kirk x reader

Fluff and Adventure (Completed Series) Warning: minor blood, needles, minor injuries. mild violence This is a rewrite of a fic called "Another You" I did. Fixed it up a bit. Read Part 3 here <3 Read Part 1 here

The mission had seemed straightforward: collect plant samples with regenerative properties to help with the tissue regeneration project you and Dr. McCoy had been developing in the lab.

But something had gone terribly wrong. You suspected it had something to do with the diplomatic party that accompanied you. Gathering the samples had been quick—fifteen minutes at most—but when you tried to contact the ship, there was no response.

No response from the mission team either. You pushed aside the thought that they might have forgotten you—unlikely, but still, it lingered. You couldn’t recall the exact location where they had been transported, and whether it was worth heading back to the last known coordinates was a debate you kept having with yourself.

You needed shelter—maybe even a fire. The temperature on this planet was plummeting, and it wasn’t safe to stay exposed. Without defence or a map of the dense jungle around you, you started walking. You couldn't help but remember how Bones had laughed when you'd confidently said nothing could go wrong.

"Y/N to Enterprise," you repeated under your breath every few steps, as you pushed through thick foliage. As night fell and the temperature dropped, your steps slowed. The shadows thickened, and it was becoming too dangerous to keep wandering without a plan.

Then, a flicker of light caught your eye. It was faint—barely visible through the underbrush. Could it be your crew? You considered the possibility of following it, but then a thought flashed through your mind: like the anglerfish on Earth, was this light just a trap to lure you in?

It might be better to stay put, you reasoned. But where else could you go? Against your better judgment, you moved closer, pushing through the darkness.

The closer you got, the clearer the light became. It was a fire. You picked up your pace, relief flooding you as you heard voices—your crew, for sure. Almost to the camp, you were ready to shout their names when disaster struck.

Your foot caught on something, sending you sprawling. The rough ground scraped against your palms, and your knees slammed into the earth. Pain shot up your arms as you tried to push yourself up, wincing at a jagged cut on your forearm, likely from some hidden branch. Flushing with embarrassment, you tried to gather yourself before facing the others.

But as you approached, the relief quickly turned to dread.

Across the camp, your heart sank. Captain Kirk was tied to a massive tree, surrounded by unfamiliar figures. They weren’t attacking, but their stance—sharp, deliberate—they weren’t there for small talk. They were interrogating him. Panic surged in your chest, and you dropped to the ground, hiding in the brush.

The situation looked grim. Uhura stood between the captain and one of the aliens, her hands bound behind her. She was speaking urgently in a language you didn’t understand, her voice sharp, but there was an edge of command.

Nearby, Sulu and Spock were also tied. Several other crewmembers, ones you didn’t know as well, were scattered around the camp, eyes fixed on their captors in uneasy silence.

Uhura spoke again, but the alien leader barely reacted. Every few seconds, she would glance at Kirk, likely translating or negotiating on his behalf. But her body language—frustrated and tense—told you the negotiations were falling apart.

You crouched lower, trying to stay hidden as you scanned the camp for any sign of what was going on. There were no devices that might be blocking the comm signal, so why had no one responded?

Frustration simmered as you noticed something else: Starfleet-issued phasers. More phasers than you had people, in fact. It looked like this group had been capturing Starfleet officers for some time.

You flinched as one of the aliens grabbed a long, cruel-looking fork and drove it into the captain’s leg. His curses and screams sliced through the air. The alien who’d attacked him untied Uhura and the others, leading them into the forest without a word, leaving Kirk alone with two of his captors standing guard.

A plan began to form, but doubt clung to the edges of your mind. You weren’t trained for combat, and your skills—biomechanical engineering—were hardly suited for a hostage rescue. If you could somehow get a phaser to the captain, maybe you could get him to McCoy. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance.

Carefully, quietly, you moved through the trees, staying behind cover. Your arm throbbed, blood soaking through your uniform sleeve, but you shoved the pain aside. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t get out alive, right?

The phasers sat on a flat table, surrounded by other confiscated items, untouched—for now. You had to move quickly. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you reached for one, then another.

Your fingers froze, hovering over the weapons. You were in way over your head—nothing like what you’d been prepared for. Being stranded on an alien planet with a bleeding arm? Manageable. Seeing your crewmates bound and injured? Sorta manageable. But this...

You’d been trained to use low-power phasers, barely enough to defend yourself in a pinch. But these? They were a far cry from what you’d practiced with—too many buttons, too many settings.

The air felt thick with tension as you crouched behind a large rock, eyes locked on Captain Kirk. His leg was still bleeding from the attack, The strain in his eyes unmistakable, he was tough, but even he wouldn’t last much longer in this state.

You moved slowly, deliberately, making sure not to make a sound. Every step felt like it could give you away.

You crept up to the captain, careful to stay out of sight, you knew there wasn’t much time before the guards would glance over. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, careful not to startle him.

"Don’t make a sound," you whispered, your voice urgent but low. The last thing you needed was for him to move suddenly and draw attention. "I have no idea how to use this," you continued, hands shaking as you pressed the weapon into his still-bound hands. "So I really hope you’re not too out of it from blood loss to move."

"Y/N?" Captain Kirk whispered, his voice hoarse. "Don’t do anything stupid." You couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of his confidence in you.

“Yeah, don’t worry your pretty face captain,” your fingers working frantically at the rope. It was so close to giving way, but then you heard the soft shuffle of one of the guards' footsteps drawing nearer. You had no choice but to abandon your efforts.

You watched the captain look around, his eyes scanning the camp, but you were already hidden in the bushes. You saw him subtly begin to loosen his bound hands.

Now, it was time for the distraction.

You moved quickly, deliberately putting distance between yourself and the captain. Once you were far enough, you shouted. "Hey!" The word rang out, loud and sharp in the stillness of the night.

"Hey!" you yelled again, arms flailing as you waved the phaser in your hand. You could feel the guards' attention shift. They began moving toward you, their pace slow but steady.

"Okay, I know you can’t understand me," you called, trying to sound confident, though your throat felt tight and itchy. You aimed the phaser at them, holding it as steady as you could given your pumping heart. “But I know you understand this.”

The guards kept coming, their large figures closing in. As they neared, you could see them clearly in the firelight—leathery skin stretched taut over massive muscles, and their hands gripping enormous weapons. The sight only deepened the pit in your stomach.

“You guys are big huh—Hey, I mean it! I… I don’t want to hurt you, so don’t come any closer!" you shouted, waving the phaser at the guard to your left. But they didn’t slow down, until they were right in front of you.

Before you could react, one of the guards grabbed you by the throat, lifting you off the ground. Your feet dangled, helpless, as he squeezed, the pressure building slowly. You knew he could snap your neck instead, he chose to apply the pressure slowly.

The sound of a phaser firing cut through the air, loud and sharp. The guard released you immediately, both of you crashing to the ground. You gasped for air, your chest heaving as a violent coughing fit took over. Every breath was a struggle to fill your lungs.

Through the haze of coughing, you heard a thud. The second guard had fallen. A warm hand rested gently on your back, and a familiar voice spoke.

"Are you okay?"

It was the captain. You glanced up, still gasping for air, and saw him standing next to you, phaser in hand. Blood was still pouring from his leg, staining the ground beneath him.

"You’re the one with the stab wound," you said hoarsely, your concern cutting through the pain in your chest.

"It’s nothing," his strained voice and slight sway betraying his lie.

You immediately moved to support him, slipping your arm under his to help him stay upright. "Let me help," you said.

He leaned on you, his weight heavy but manageable for the moment. You might not be able to carry him for long, especially with your arm throbbing with every movement. "Sit down over here. We need to tie something around your leg."

Once you got him seated, you fumbled through your bag, desperate to find something useful. Thankfully, your tiny first aid kit was still intact. You pulled it out,

He chuckled weakly when he saw it. "That little thing’s gonna save my life?"

You shot him a determined look. "Laugh all you want, but I don’t see a better option," you replied, your voice firm despite the fear clawing at you.

You tore open the kit, searching for the small roll of gauze. Every second counted.

“That’s not why I’m laughing,” the captain said, his voice strained. You looked up at him, curiosity flickering across your face.

"I’m sorry, but…” His eyes flickered to the small first aid kit in your hands. You wrapped a long strand of gauze around his leg, twisting it as you’d been taught. "I have this deep stab wound, and you pull out the smallest that..."

You took an alcohol swab, gently cleaning his wound.

"When I looked into your bag this morning and saw that little thing, I thought it was cute," he continued. "I thought it was cute you’d bring a tiny first aid kit when we have an on-hand medic with us."

You glanced around quickly for anything else you could use to dress the wound, but your options were limited. "And now," he added with a weak chuckle, "you’re the one doing the first aid, in the field, with it. I don’t know, I just find that funny."

You ripped his pant leg slightly to get a better angle, ready to start packing the wound.

"I’m not sure if I should pack dressing around… this fork thing, or if I should take it out and dress you properly." You leaned back on your legs and met his gaze, weighing your options. "Leaving it in would be safest," you said after a pause, your face serious. "I can’t be sure if it hit an artery, and you’d bleed out if I pull it. But on the other hand, if we have to move fast, it could do more damage staying in."

"Take it out," he said, his voice unwavering. "We need to get moving. We still have to find Uhura and the others."

The urgency in his words made your stomach tighten. You had no training for this. Killing your captain wasn’t exactly a résumé builder. But there was no choice. You reached for the dressing packets, praying the tourniquet had done its job.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself. Without warning, you pulled the foreign object from his leg, tossing it aside. The captain groaned in pain, and the sound sent a chill through you. “McCoy told me it hurts less without warning,” You placed one hand over the wound to apply pressure, heart hammering in your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quietly, your voice sincere. As you reached for the dressings, you couldn’t help but wish that your kit had painkillers or something to ease his suffering. It was a thought you’d make sure to follow up on, the next time you were out on a mission. “I know that must’ve been really painful.”

It was over, but Captain Kirk was still breathing hard, his body tense with the aftereffects of the pain. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, and for a moment, everything else faded. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, keeping your hand on his head, both of you silent in the calm that settled over you.

"Your arm," he murmured, his hand reaching for your sleeve, where a stain of blood had dried. He tried to inspect the injury, but you pulled your arm away gently.

“It’s just a scratch from a branch,” you explained, trying to downplay it. "It hurts, but it’s not bleeding anymore. Besides, I used all the dressing on you—your injury was more urgent."

He nodded, though his concern was still evident. “We need to move. They might have heard me.”

You helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on you. Together, you shuffled through the darkness, struggling to see anything in the thick night. “It’s so dark,” you muttered. “I don’t know how we’ll find everyone.”

The captain rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a phaser. “They went to their nest. Should be north. There’s a map on this, and we can use it to track the terrain.”

With a press of a button, the phaser blinked to life, the map and a small flashlight glowing on its screen.

"Captain," you hesitated, glancing at him. "Do you think you’re in any shape to fight? I’m surprised you were able to stand long enough to take down those guards."

He gave a small, reassuring smile, though his eyes were still shadowed with exhaustion. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

"Well, thank you," you said, suddenly struck with a wave of gratitude. "Thank you for saving me back there. I’ve never been that close to dying before."

He looked at you, his expression softening. "Y/N, without you… I’m fairly sure my pretty face would still be tied up at that camp, bleeding out.”

[offbrand-hunger-games]

The Bloodbath

kykafitzdunguss, @mod-olivo, @irishfry, @reality-official, @cher-takes-the-l all make a run for it.

@radzkatzzstuff grabs a survival bag.

@elder-sister runs into the cornucopia.

@xxmoonduskxx and @starfilled-galaxy fight over a bow and some arrows, @starfilled-galaxy wins and knocks out @xxmoonduskxx

@isthatsayorifromddlc teams up with @murderdrones-obsessed-cat

@catboychef and @lost-in-the-cosmos-vast collect items together before splitting up.

@raedioactive stays nearby the cornucopia in some trees.

@the-province-of-nova-scotia-real gets bludgeoned to death by @incognito-mode-official.

@worldsbiggestnerd101 and @rae-unbeloved get in a fight, leaving @worldsbiggestnerd101 heavily injured.

@cactus-with-boobs takes the chance to kill @worldsbiggestnerd101 while they're down.

@ashes-onthewood watches the murder unfold and promises to avenge @worldsbiggestnerd101

@bagel-is-yum gets in a fight with @averagesoup and is stabbed in the chest with a sharpened stick.

@anglerfish-illusionist sets up base near water.

@half-eaten-baguetteee @pademelonluck and @ddlcbrainrot form a shaky alliance.