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nonbinoclard · 5 months ago

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>>> TUNES TO LOSE YOUR MIND TO <<<

KEEP IN MIND: This is a living playlist! Songs may be added and removed at times to further curate the vibe I'm going for. I'll try to keep this post updated, but you can just check out the link for an up-to-date track list.

(EDIT: Song discussions are not finished! I have a lot more to say. I'll reblog when I've updated.)

This is set in a sort of nebulous time between Harry's life right before Martinaise and the night before he lost his memory. I wanted this playlist to feel erratic-- full of manic energy one second, then slow and bleak the next, dreamy, unreal, then right back to ridiculous.

(In no particular order. Shuffle for full emotional whiplash effect.)

I Don't Like My Mind - Mitski

I don't like my mind, I don't like being left alone in a room [...] And then I get sick and throw up and there's another memory that gets stuck / Inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk / And it may be a few years, but you can bet it's there, waiting still

The days before cleaning out the rooms... also, eating an entire cake and throwing it all up again feels very harry-esque... Overindulgence

A whole cake, so please don't take / Take this job from me

End Of The World - Hether

I mean, I could just post the entire set of lyrics as evidence, tbh. Struggling to find meaning and purpose in his life in the wake of heartbreak (5 year old heartbreak, but who's counting anyway)

I wake up in the morning and I wonder / Why everything's the same as it was I can't understand / No I can't understand / How life goes on the way it does

Cane Shuga - Glass Animals

Baby, don't go / I'll stop breathing coke / No more bloody nose / No more John Does Burn through my love / Just like your drugs / I've had quite enough / Or lack thereof

This is about the last moments of Harry and Dora's relationship to me. The chorus (a kind of circular, endless, self-aggrandizing internal monologue likely fueled by stimulants, implied in the song) continuing after the second verse kind of reflects the solution for Lonesome Long Way Home.

"11 Voyager Road. You no longer live there. Those times are gone, and so are those people. Why did you come here? Why are you still here? And where’s the dealer? You have to get back to work. That’s all you have now."

Hot Venom - Miniature Tigers

Hot venom is mixing with my blood / I can feel it on my fingers and taste it on her tongue / It feels so good to fall in love with you

I've heard a lot of people say this song is about heroin addiction, which is thematically appropriate for this playlist, but also. Harry's unhealthy obsession with Dora/Dolores Dei. Adoration (and hatred) so strong it's killing him.

Her venom makes me strong / Stronger than I am on my own / Before too long, I'll wake up to it gone / Wondering how I ever was happy [...] You can't go back now; that's not how this works / And as long as she's gone, I can never be happy

Who Is She ? - I Monster

This is just straight up about Harry's recurring dream to me. Just. Gestures at the lyrics.

Oh, who is she? / A misty memory / A haunting face / Is she a lost embrace? Am I in love with just a theme? / Or is Ayesha just a dream?

I feel like it falls in line really well with the idea that Harry's mind has been affected by the Pale-- a lack of memory, or maybe mixed memories, in a misty haze beyond the boundaries of reality. (and maybe Dolores Dei has started haunting him via Pale? Like some theories I've read.)

Somewhere across the sea of time / A love immortal such as mine Will come to me / Eternally

I Don't Miss You at All - FINNEAS

Dummy - Portugal. The Man

F the World - The Northern Boys

You Stupid Bitch - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (TV Show)

These shards are a metaphor for my soul Won't stop the self-pity 'cause I'm on a roll

This song perfectly captures the inherent melodrama of a mental downward spiral imo. Catastrophic and all-encompassing. This is what I think it sounds like in there (Harry's head).

You ruined everything / You stupid bitch / You ruined everything / You stupid, stupid bitch / You're just a lying little bitch who ruins things / And wants the world to burn / Bitch / You're a stupid bitch / And lose some weight

Oleander - Mother Mother

Intermission - Scissor Sisters

Skit #2 - Kanye West

Self explanatory. He's got no money. He's got no clothes. He has no car and he has no hoes.

We broke, broke broke phi broke We ain't got it Broke, broke, broke phi broke We ain't got it Don't spend no money, ain't got no clothes Ain't got no cars, ain't got no hoes

Nobody - Mitski

My God, I'm so lonely, so I open the window To hear sounds of people, to hear sounds of people

This one is more about the feeling of the song itself rather than the lyrics specifically; I love the upbeat tempo that continues through the song (trying to remain steady, continue working), how the beat is simple at first then builds into a kaleidoscope of sound by the end of the track (overwhelmed by the world), then ending in a distorted loop (trapped in a cycle). This song has always felt really authentic to my own experience with mental spirals. The themes of loneliness tie it all into a nice bow.

I'm A Broken Heart - the bird and the bee

Not Allowed - TV Girl

Party Time - The Northern Boys

Comfortably Numb - Scissor Sisters

(Do The) Act Like You Never Met Me - TV Girl

Novocaine For The Soul - Eels

Basket Case - Green Day

Do you have the time / to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools / Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

I just think this one fits him well during Martinaise... just shaken up and unloading trauma onto unsuspecting strangers like a can of soda (bad analogy lol), depending on the dialogue you choose.

I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down I went to a whore, she said my life's a bore So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down

Sometimes, I give myself the creeps / Sometimes, my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up / I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid, or am I stoned?

Also it's just a little pathetic, which just... it fits. Sorry Harry.

Labyrinth - Miracle Musical

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quasi-normalcy · 2 years ago

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Which Star Trek series should you start with?

The Original Series: Advantages: + The one that started it all + Has some sophisticated and socially conscious science fiction that has held up exceptionally well + The lead characters all have really good chemistry and fun to see play off of one another + It's what most people probably think of when you say Star Trek (together with TNG) Disadvantages: - It can feel very dated and kind of sexist, particularly in its treatment of women - The sci-fi and social commentary may have held up, but damn it, the special effects really haven't - When TOS is bad, it's really, really bad.

The Animated Series: Advantages: + Basically just more TOS. Disadvantages: - Basically just more TOS, but substituting extremely cheap animation for bad special effects

The Next Generation: Advantages: + Probably the most popular one at this point + The crew is full of interesting characters and they're fun to spend time with + Just really smart people solving Space Mysteries + Socialist space utopia + Geordi-And-Data! + Lots of cool sci-fi concepts and social commentary + It's what most people probably think of when you say Star Trek (together with TOS) Disadvantages: - Although not in the same way as TOS, it can feel dated at times, particularly in terms of its treatment of women and it's near complete refusal to acknowledge queerness - Without wanting to bias viewer opinion, the first season is widely considered to be pretty bad - The series makes no bones about the fact that the socialist space utopia is better than every other society that has ever existed and will reiterate this point over and over again

Deep Space Nine: Advantages: + The most popular Trek series on Tumblr + Has a complete story arc, as well as arcs for all of its characters, including the extremely minor ones + Plain, simple, Garak. The humble tailor. + Garashir, if you're into that + Seriously has a really sophisticated treatment of things like post-colonial politics, anthropology, worldbuilding, and the horrors of warfare + Just the characters in general + Is the only Star Trek prior to the 2010s to even look meaningfully at queer representation Disadvantages: - Has an absolutely massive inferiority complex with respect to TNG and this drives a few poor writing decisions that seemingly exist just to poke the Socialist Space Utopia in its eye - Introduces a space religion and then just slowly turns it into Christianity with the numbers filed off - Seems to think that sexual harassment is just a quirky eccentricity - There's no women in its writers' room, and frankly it shows

Voyager: Advantages: + Probably the clearest instance of found family in space + Lots of really good episodes + Lots of fun new characters + Strong female role models + "Set a course...for home." Disadvantages: - Continuity? I never knew her! - Probably about 90% of Trek's reputation for technobabble comes from this one series - Even less queerness than TNG. - Only like...3 characters actually get arcs. - The first few seasons lean very hard into bullshit fake "Native American" spiritualism with one of the characters - How do these guys have warp drive but can't find any water?

Enterprise: Advantages: + Chronologically the first series + 90% less technobabble + The only series to plausibly frame our heroes as astronauts...on some kind of...star trek. + Still has probably the best production values of any series + Makes alien cultures of the week feel somehow richer and deeper than other series + Faith of the Heart is good, fuck you. Disadvantages: - Oh my god, the decon scenes - Seriously, if you've ever wondered what a "sexy" series written by a 14 year old boy who's only ever seen a bit of scrambled softcore porn on late-night cable would be like, this is the show for you - Somehow feels more sexist and racist than the show from the '60s - Seriously, the POC characters mostly exist to fill seats on the bridge; the women constantly have to undress themselves - Hellooooo, Bush II-era political analogies - Scott Bakula is a good actor but you wouldn't know it from this series - In season 3, they add a tambourine beat to Faith of the Heart and ruin it

Discovery: Advantages: + Noticed the lack of queer characters in the first 50 years of Star Trek canon and decided to make up for lost time + Seriously, the "Bury Your Gays" tally for this series is like...negative two + Just incredible representation in general + Some really good science fiction plots, particularly in later series + Some really fun, memorable characters + It's still running, so it has an active fandom on Tumblr Disadvantages: - Makes Elon Musk out to be one of the great visionary geniuses of history - Not really representative of Star Trek as a whole - The series swerves wildly in tone because of constant, behind-the-scenes churn in the writers' room - Offputtingly grimdark first season - Let's be honest, none of the season-long arcs have actually had satisfying conclusions - Half the cast feels like it's just there for exposition and to be killed for cheap drama

Picard: Advantages: + Has the best dramatic acting of any Star Trek series by a fair margin + Has the best musical score of any Star Trek series + Introduces a whole crew of fascinating new characters + Introduces all kinds of fascinating transhumanist concepts + AGNES. JURATI. Disadvantages: - You know all of those fascinating new characters that I mentioned? Yeah, it unceremoniously gets rid of all of them to bring back the old TNG gang. - You know that all of those fascinating transhumanist concepts that I mentioned? Yeah, it gets rid of those too so that to give us some generic action - Oh my god, someone teach the set designers to operate a fucking light switch - Grimdark - Nossssstalgia - Each season is basically unrelated to every other season - Depends so heavily on TNG that its final season is basically unwatchable if you haven't already seen a 30-year-old TV series

Lower Decks: Advantages: + It has probably the most efficient storytelling that I've ever seen; seriously, it's incredible how much it can fit into a half hour episode + It has a bunch of delightful, archetypical characters you get to know and love + You like hanging out with these people + The ship is kind of crap and you will learn to love it that way. + Basically a sitcom version of TNG. + Has a big fandom on Tumblr Disadvantages: - The art style is pretty Rick & Morty-ish - It takes most of its first season to really strike a good balance between being a sitcom and being a Star Trek series - The main character, Mariner, is kind of unlikable for the first season or so (she gets better) - Lots of callbacks to other series (though always either incidental or clearly explained) - Given that it's the first Star Trek sitcom, the comedy is honestly kinda the weakest part? Subjective I know.

Prodigy: Advantages: + Absolutely gorgeous to look at; the most visually stunning Star Trek by quite a ways + Lots of fun new characters on a cool ship + Gives you clear on-boarding notes to the Star Trek franchise if you're watching it for the first time + Can be watched on its own, but also works as a direct sequel to Voyager and a prequel to Picard (making both of them retoractively better, in fact) + Kind of like the Clone Wars or Rebels of the Star Trek universe, I guess? + Found family in space! The next generation! + Soon to be running on Netflix, so if you already have a Netflix subscription, you don't need to pay for another service + Written for a younger audience. Not necessarily an advantage, but nice if you happen to like family friendly animation or YA. Disadvantages: - *sigh* You basically need to pirate it. Thanks, Paramount. - Has a second season that we may or may not ever actually get to see even through piracy. Thanks, Paramount. - Isn't airing on the same streaming service as all of the other ones. Thanks, Paramount

Strange New Worlds: Advantages: + Basically what the original series would be if it were released today, rather than 57 years ago; all of the cool, socially consciousness sci-fi adventure, none of the weird 60s sexism + Fun, awesome characters you get to like spending time with right away + Incredible visuals + Nifty sci-fi concepts, mostly without the 90s-style technobabble Disadvantages: - A huge cast with only ten episodes a season, so many of them feel underdeveloped - Unfortunately, a bunch of its characters are younger versions of the characters from The Original Series, and they hog most of the spotlight; and the characters whose futures aren't locked in stone are kind of treated as disposable - In general, it needs to spend less time being a prequel, and more time being its own thing - "What if Starfleet ran into the Xenomorphs from Alien?" "Well, they'd probably kill them." "Okay, let's spend several episodes on this."

#star trek #tos #tng #ds9 #voy #ent #tas #dsc #pic #lwd #pro #snw

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years ago

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Part Of Your World: Prince Eric

The Little Mermaid Masterlist

word count: 1.2k

description: You and Eric are childhood sweethearts who share a love for the ocean and the unknown.

The queen had always disliked you even as a child, all because of who you're parents were, since your dad was a pirate and your mom was a high lady turned pirate and you were very much like the both of them but that didn't matter to you or Eric.

You and Eric had grown up together, the love of the ocean and the unknown drawing you two together, you two were always together and you may or may not have had a crush on him as you grew older. When you reached the age your dad let you come on some of his voyages and sometimes Eric joined you but more often than not the queen tried to keep ashore or provide him his own boat away from you and your father.

It had been a few months since you last saw him, and you were excited to return to shore and see him and you hoped that maybe this time something would happen between you two.

"Ready to see your little boy toy?" Your dad asked with a teasing tone.

"Daaadddd." You said with a groan.

"What I see is the way you both look at each other. It reminds me of me and your mother when we were your age." He said making you smile.

"Really?" You asked him as thunder cracked.

"Yes. Take a chance on him, don't worry about his mom, he would be lucky to have someone like you as his queen." He said squeezing your hand.

A few hours later the small storm had turned into a much more serve storm making it difficult for the boat to navigate. Soon enough the boat overturned due to the winds, and you swam up to the surface level searching around for the crew.

"Dad!" You called out.

"I'm right here angel." He said as he hugged you.

You two swam around trying to get out of the storm, since you were a much better swimmer than your dad, you could navigate the waters easier. You turned around and noticed that your dad was no longer with you, making your panic.

"Dad! Dad!" You called swimming around looking for him.

The last thing you remember was reaching the shoreline before everything went black.

When you woke up, you slowly sat up looking around realizing that you were in a room and no longer on the shore. You stood up and walked over to the window and saw that you were in the castle, making you wonder how you got here.

"Oh thank god, you're awake." Eric said walking into the room making you turn and see him.

You walked over to where he was and hugged him, glad to see a familiar face, the only one person who you truly cared about in this world. You two stood there silently hugging grateful that you were here.

"Eric, how did I get here?" You asked him.

"I was gonna ask the same thing. I was walking Max and he was the one who found you unconscious on the shore. I brought you back here immediately." He said as everything started to make sense.

"Y/n what happened?" He asked concerned as you two took a seat on the bed.

"There was a really bad storm, the boat got overturned and I remember being with my father one minute but then the next he was gone. I kept searching for him but I couldn't find him, I barely remember making it to shore." You said sadly.

"We can search party and start checking around for your dad, I promise you, that we will find him." He said squeezing your hand as Max jumped on the bed.

"Max buddy!" You said hugging him as he kissed your face making Eric smile.

"You are more than welcome to stay here while you heal and we search for your dad." Eric said making you look at him.

"Eric what about your mom? You know she doesn't like me." You said looking at him.

"As mother and queen, she should never want a child out on the streets. I'm sure she will be upset about it at first, I'll leave you to rest before dinner." He said standing up and leaving.

"See y/n, this why I don't like my Eric going out on those ships. The sea gods aren't our friends." The queen said as you and Eric shared a look.

"One bad storm isn't a reason to stop exploring. And as for the sea gods, they may not be your friends but they are certainly mine." You said making Eric smile as you continued eating.

Over the next few days, you and Eric spent some much time together which was a great distraction for you. It made you realize just how much you truly did love Eric and how you wished that he saw you that way. The following morning, after breakfast, you ran into Grimsby.

"Anything Grimsby?" You asked him.

"I'm afraid not Miss y/n. But we will keep searching." He said giving you a small smile.

"Thank you, Grimsby." You said sadly before leaving and heading down to the beach with Max hot on your trails.

You had been sitting by the shore scratching Max's back as he rested in your lap, wondering if your father was still out there somewhere or if he was lost at sea forever. Eric who hadn't been able to find you or Max all afternoon finally sees you guys sitting down on the shore making his heartbreak that you had to go through the same thing he did.

"I remember us always coming out here to see if we could see your dad." He said making you smile as you leaned into him.

"That was the best, or when we would try and guess the stories of the ships that were passing through or coming in." You said with a smile.

"You know even if on the off chance we don't find him, you will always have a place here with me." He said lacing a hand with yours.

"Eric, what are you saying?" You asked looking at him in shock.

"Y/n, I have always been in love with you. I hated whenever you would leave and would go for months at a time, I would anxiously wait for your letters or for you to come back. I always hated when my mother would try to set me up on dates because all I could focus on was you and search for you in them. Your love for history and the water is one of the main things, that drew to me not to mention your beauty. I understand if I am..." He said as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I have always loved you, Eric." You said smiling at him as you two pulled apart.

"I think that they make a rather lovely couple, don't you think your majesty?" Grimsby asked the Queen as they watched the young couple on the shore.

"I'm afraid you are right Grimsby. I have been a bit harsh to her over the years, haven't I?" The Queen asked.

"Just a little. I think an apology would be a good start to mending the relationship but for now, let's leave them be." Grimsby said as the Queen agreed.

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blu3ypetall · 2 months ago

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𝐢𝐢𝐢 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

— CW ; None

— Synopsis ; Hiccup has a revelation while working, (Name) and Astrid have a little girl talk together, and the adults leave for yet another voyage— ensuring the start of dragon training.

— Word count ; 4747

Masterlist | 𝐢𝐯 | 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — ᚲᛖᚾᛁᛜ ᛖᛁᚾ

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The village began to fill with the hustle and bustle of barters and side long conversations once most of the village adults had retreated from the hall, coming back to flock through the village and resume their daily duties as it seemed. Hiccup still stood in the forge, sweat clinging to his forehead as the radiating heat from the forge began to slowly affect him, having been hammering away and refining the same sword for ages.

He wasn't too sure what the owner had done to mess up the weapon this badly, but he'd found it in the pile of requests that awaited his assistance, the sword practically hanging onto its last line of life, begging for him to end it. But, in the end— he pried the piece of metal from the pile and got to work, hammering endlessly and reshaping the searing iron with the tools at his disposal.

The clanging had become background noise, constant pings that would probably annoy any other person were just another noise in the ever going ambience of Berk. Most didn't notice him within the forge, seeing as he was there so often— it just became normal for the scrawny boy to be working away and improving his smithing skills.

Though, there were perks to having nobody pay attention to you. For one, he could easily do something he wasn't supposed to without anybody finding out, seeing as others would just perceive it as another one of his strange 'Hiccup-y quirks'. Second, the conversations he was able to hear from the strangely loud Vikings were rather entertaining, even if he hadn't been one for gossip.

"I wonder when te next traders ar stoppin' by.."

Nothing interesting.

"And he keeps eatin' me blummin' cabbages!"

Mildew.

"I accidentally got me axe stuck on me roof..."

How do you even do that?

"Can't believe te chief is makin' us take another trip."

Oh?

Hiccup perked, his interest piqued at the information he'd been able to snip from two passing Vikings holding a cluster of many oars within their hands.

"T's gettin' far too cold nowadays! And who'll be t'ere to protect the village if another raid happens?" The man continued, strolling by rather slowly that Hiccup almost thought they were purposefully letting him in on the knowledge— until he realised the familiar faces of Bucket and Mulch.

That short and chubby figure combined with the tall passing man with a bucket crammed onto his head— it was no mistake it was the two. Bucket was simply holding the oars, while mulch rambled on about another trip to the nest.

Hiccup paused his hammering, his brows pinching downwards as a strange sense of confusion filled him. Sure, trips to the nest weren't uncommon... but so late in the year? It was nearly snowing already, perhaps only a few weeks away from the first fall, but trips took weeks! By the time they set sail and came back they'd likely have become stuck in a barrier of ice.

The nest wasn't exactly far away, in fact it was close to the archipelago holding Berk, but the problem was the maze that apparently ran around the island. His father had told him about it time and time again. The fog bank holding a thousand secrets, and the only obstacle in the way of ending the dragon scourge.

How were they ever going to get past it? Unless they were lucky enough to have their trip ended early without any casualties, they were most likely to become stranded out at sea.

Though, he could also see the need for one last sail— his father was stubborn, that much was true, but he wasn't stupid. The raids were getting worse. Stock was depleting faster than ever and the population of the tribe was growing at an increasing rate too. So they had to take the chance to possibly end this problem before it got too bad.

Though... in Hiccup's opinion, they should just tell people to stop having kids— there's way too many. Last month there were four babies born! FOUR. That's a lot for their village. Considering the previous month there was three. How did they keep having so many kids? Actually, on that note— Hiccup didn't want to think about it too deeply.

"What're yer doin' standin' there sniffin' flowa's for?" The wonderfully gruff voice of his favourite mentor ever came to bless him, dragging him away from his train of thought and reeling him back into the wretched claws of reality, the sword having cooled down again much to his dismay.

"Yer betta' not be eaves droppin' on everyone again," Gobber grumbled, hobbling his way into the forge as his peg leg thudded everytime it hit the ground, the man hunched to an uncomfortable low, but it seemed to be normal for the middle aged man. "What? Me? No... I would— never," Hiccup denied, but it was rather obvious the boy was lying as he lifted the sword, returning it to the forge.

He grabbed the bellows and squeezed the two sides together multiple times, gushing air into the fire and pushing it to rage more as his mentor came back into the stall after leaving him absent by himself for so long. "Gah, say that to the woman who heard yer say how ugly her babe was!" Gobber exclaimed, jabbing his hook at the boy whom flinched upon recalling the situation, the scoldings of the angered woman still audible.

"Well— I wasn't lying," Hiccup murmured, pulling the sword out of the forge and taking it back to the anvil to complete his work that was almost finished, only a few final refinements needed to finish the retouch.

"I know... that thing still gives me chills— but yer can't let people know, they'll go mad," Gobber sighed, shaking his head and moving his way to a counter in the back, removing his hook from the holder it snapped into on his arm and replacing it with a stone hammer, twisting it into the mechanism and locking it in place.

"How's those orders I gave ya goin'?" Gobber asked, making his way towards the pile of weapons that needed their own mending. Hiccup huffed, returning to hammering the iron before answering his mentors question. "Uh— this is Uhm... still my first one," Hiccup admitted, already preparing for the scolding he was to receive.

It was midday, probably noon by now honestly, and he'd spent most of the morning scrambling through the forest in search of the Night Fury that had knocked Odin's ghost out of him— passed out for who knows how long and he didn't even get started on the forge work until late morning, even now he hadn't been able to focus because so many interruptions kept getting sent his way.

"One!? What're you doin' lad! Usually you'd have gone through five—" Gobber gasped, standing back up immediately from where he'd reached down for and weapon and whipping around to face the boy. As expected, the man had been shocked by his lack of work ethic today, and Hiccup couldn't really blame him.

Lots of weapons were damaged in the raid this morning, and it was rush hour— just without the people waiting in line and instead it was the voices in your head telling you to do better rather than them. Anywho, the pile was massive, and he may or may not have to work overtime to keep up with what he'd missed.

"I know, I know... it's just— I've been.. busy," he shrugged, returning to the rhythmic clang of metal against metal. The sounds of shifting items and scavenging echoed behind Hiccup while Gobber went back to the pile, picking up a pole that appeared to be a damaged lance— except it was completely without the head.

"Busy wit' what? Huntin' that Night Fury?" Gobber joked, walking past the boy again as he shimmied his way through the forge, making his way over to a bench that held onto the contents of a scrap pile, many different parts littered in the bin on table that could be of use to the man.

Despite the obvious crack at a joke the smith had made, Hiccup still tensed, drawing his hammering to a slower pace— being consumed in the flashbacks of that things eyes. Those piercing green eyes that seemed so similar to his own. So similar to what he could be.

Confident, scary, something to be respected but feared. He could be that, but at the same time... those fierce eyes also showed fear, acceptance, surrender. It was surreal. The encounter was quick, but it lingered in his mind and still put him on edge to now. He'd probably even have slight trouble sleeping tonight— thanks to the loud roar and blackened cloak of night the dragon could possibly hide in.

Gobber noticed the silence and absence of an answer, pausing himself and craning his neck to look back at the boy, the corners of his mouth twitched into a frown despite the blockage of his overbite. "Yer seriously think yer hit it?" He asked, letting the items he'd picked up fall flat against the counter, staring at the younger boy.

"I— I hit... something, when I found my bola— it was broken and nothing was there, so," Hiccup shrugged, the lie rolling smoothly from the tip of his tongue. Despite being a bad liar normally when put on the spot, Hiccup had thought about what to tell anyone if a curious souls may ask— and lucky he did prepare, because now he had the perfect story... sort of.

He'd gone looking for it, but found nothing but the bola ropes lying on the forest floor. Simple but effective. If anyone asked about anything further, he simply didn't know because he wasn't there, and who would doubt it? It's not like anyone thought something he made could actually capture a Night Fury.

Gobber stared at the boy, his jaw tightening in a fit of concentration at the answer Hiccup had provided him with. "Aye, well— at least yer hit somethin' lad. A good aim is a good tool for killin' those beasts," Gobber nodded, not exactly the best when it comes to comforting, but he was rather okay at seeing the good side of some things.

The old smith turned back to his own project without another word, beginning to pull out different tools he'd need to attach the new head of the spear to its shaft. Hiccup watched him, the mood in the forge having soured more than he'd have liked, but he supposed the good energy of today had already washed out. Maybe that apology he was given used it all up...

Oh well.

An axe hurled by Astrid's head, landing itself just a ways away from the red centre of the target it aimed for, splintering the wood and adding yet another one of the many indents cause by the sharpened blade of the weapon. "Not bad, your aims getting better," Astrid nodded, walking over and prying her axe from the target, the weapon sitting evenly in her grip.

"Thanks, I think your axe helped though— it's comfortable in my hands," (Name) nodded, the two standing just on the edge of the forest, the village behind them and woods in front as multiple targets were lined up rather shakily along the tree line. Some of the red and white targets hung in branches, while others stayed rooted onto the ground— each a different height for more efficiency.

"I got it readjusted at the forge last week... dunno what they did— but, it's been better ever since," Astrid shrugged, tossing the axe between her hands as she strolled over to where (Name) stood, a stick prodded into the ground to mark where the girls should begin their throw from, testing just how far they could hurl the axe through the air.

"Really? I hope you didn't get Gobber to do it— I heard he's started using a weird wax on his projects..." (Name) grimaced, reminiscing the whole fiasco of how Gunnar accused Gobber of using a different wax. When asked how he knew, Gunnar revealed he likes to... lick his weapons— because the metal apparently tastes good, and it was revealed Gobber had indeed been using a different wax, that of which shall not be mentioned.

"I'm pretty sure Hiccup did it," Astrid hummed, moving to step where (Name) had previously been, the girl moving out of the way for the blonde as she held her axe high and took her aim. Her arm swung forward, the weapon was flung from her grasp, spinning circles in the air before indenting itself into the dead centre of a target in the treetops, nearly breaking the painted barrel.

"Good— I'd trust whatever he uses over Gobber's anyday..." (Name) nodded, staring up at the target where the axe had hit, the branch the barrel was tied too being far too tall for them to reach. One of them would probably have to climb the tree and retrieve both the barrel and the weapon from the clutches of the bark coated branches.

"What's up with you?" Astrid suddenly quipped, her tone questioning but curious as she turned to the girl next to her, her hands planting themselves firmly on her own hips. (Name) froze, shifting to look at Astrid just as the girl look back at her, their eyes meeting with Astrid's being like a knife that held her in her place.

"Eh? What do you mean—?" (Name) blinked, crossing her arms defensively over her chest without realising, her stance becoming more closed off with just the question. Astrid took notice of the shift, how the girl grew a sharper gaze and a slight probably unintentional bite in her tone, one that could match the nips of the winter chill.

"Ever since this morning— you've started talking about Hiccup like he was any other Viking," Astrid pointed out, nodding her head to the girl parallel to her, calling out her sudden switch. (Name) blinked at the call out, feeling her own heart begging to accelerate unnaturally at the mention of her change in behaviour, one that had been so sudden it was obvious.

"Well... is he not?" At this point, she was just digging a deeper hole for herself in the yard where Astrid held her suspicions, and soon— she may very well dig too far she'd be stuck. "Uh, no? He's a runt. He's weak— he couldn't kill a dragon if he tried," Astrid drawled on, listing multiple factors as to why Hiccup was the outcast of the village, those of which were unfortunately true.

"Okay, but... are any of us so... different?" She almost cringed upon hearing her own words, the corny conversation travelling to a place she'd rather not go, but as she'd been taught— sometimes you have to do things you don't want to. "What?" Astrid looked utterly dumbfounded at her friend's response, her face dropping to a neutral expression.

"We can't kill dragons yet either. Wouldn't that make us weak?" (Name) turned Astrid's own logic back onto her, and the blonde could only have a ball stuck in her throat— keeping her words uncomfortably down. Did (Name) not realise she was comparing them, her, to Hiccup? The boy who managed to destroy half the village without even flicking a finger? That was absurd.

Astrid hadn't exactly thought of it like that. But why would she? Ever since she was but a wee lass she'd been able to kill a fully grown buck with only a dagger— she'd been a prodigy, something to be admired and praised. To compare her to Hiccup— the weakling and underdeveloped twig of the tribe, that was impossible in her mind.

How could she, the youngest warrior of the tribe, be compared to the boy who wasn't even allowed to step outside during a raid? She was the leader of the fire brigade, she was expected to win the honour that was whispered about in the streets as dragon training approached. So how could she be compared to him? How could (Name) compare him to all of them?

He spent his days in the forge, sheltered from the sun, making his skin strangely pale compared to the rest of them, giving the boy an almost ghastly look. He was skinny, no muscles in sight unlike the rest of them. He destroyed the village without fail everytime he placed the foot down onto the ground. Hel, she was sure the gods had cursed him the moment he'd taken his first struggled breath on the lands of Berk.

"No. That doesn't make us weak— we just haven't had our training yet," Astrid shook her head, a stubborn denial flitting through her, her gaze casting itself down to the ground as her facial features twisted into a tight grimace, having taken insult to the words that (Name) had spoke.

"Neither has he, what if— he could be the greatest dragon killer out there?" (Name) suggested, gesturing her hands to the skies, the skies that were a clear crystallised blue, the same shade as Astrid's own eyes. Very few clouds floated above, and it gave the sun more perch on the winter bitten land that had fog shifting close to the ground with the frost.

"He's a runt. There's no way," Astrid shook her head, still deep within her own thoughts that told her to deny every possibility that Hiccup could ever reach her level. To her, it wasn't about making Hiccup look stronger, it was that the insinuation made her look weaker. As if.

She wouldn't allow that, she couldn't. Truthfully, she shouldn't be worrying this much— Hiccup wasn't even going to join dragon training, so she had nothing to worry about... but even then, why was she so threatened by the idea of him beating her? And why was (Name) so comfortable with talking about Hiccup as if he were the same as anyone else?

"He's might be a runt— but, who knows. Maybe the gods will finally shed some light on him," (Name) shrugged, feeling a familiar tinge of red come to dust her now clean face at the thought of the boy, having scrubbed the blood off her skin with her arm warmers earlier, which in truth wasn't really the best decision— seeing as now the vermillion was smeared rather drearily across the woolen fabric.

Astrid drew her gaze back to the girl next to her, observing the look on her face intently. A red was dusted across her face, and it could be chalked up to the cold— but that would mean her nose would have to be red as well... oh gods. Was she— blushing!?

"Are you blushing?" Astrid gaped, watching as (Name) jolted in surprise, snapping her own eyes to connect with Astrid's a look of panic in them that was quickly shuffled behind the walls of acting (Name) had quickly put up. "What? No—! Why would I be blushing?" (Name) furrowed her brows, shaking her head in the very same denial Astrid had been consumed by earlier, and it finally clicked in the blondes head.

"Oh my Thor— you like him!" Astrid exclaimed, jutting an accusing finger towards the girls chest, and while the action didn't do much in retrospect, (Name) felt the weight of it weigh her down, embarrassment coming to swallow her whole, just as she wished the ground would right now.

"No I don't! Why would I like him?" (Name) argued back, taking her own stand on the situation, keeping her foot down and not backing down from the shocked girl across from her.

Astrid wasn't exactly someone who'd get shocked, she was a fierce warrior who wasn't fazed by much— but it seemed this might just crack the hardened shell of the blonde lass. Her best friend— someone on par with her level because they trained together, like the runt of the village. Hiccup the Useless had somehow got someone to like like him.

"You've been defending him all day— you skipped hanging out with the rest of us and now you're blushing as you praise him! You totally do!" Astrid shrieked, still reeling at the possibility that (Name) had somehow developed a crush on the boy. Even if it was nothing more than a small flutter of her friend's heart, it was still something.

"Well— even if I did, you have no right to judge me. Don't think I didn't hear about your little adventures with that trader's son," (Name) claimed, the memories of the boy who'd came from the seas being plunged into Astrid's head.

Astrid froze, her muscles stiffening as she took a step back, and it was now her turn to have a flush splinter on her face, flourishing over her cheeks and making her rounded face all the more obvious as she frowned. "That was one time," Astrid hissed, crossing her arms and turning away with a new feeling of embarrassment striking her heart.

"And so was this. So, I think we're even," (Name) turned away quickly, striding over to the tree that held the barrel and beginning to scale it, digging her fingers harshly into the sides of the trunk and heaving herself up the tall pine tree, branches beginning to brush her face as she did so.

"You—" Astrid went to bite back, but eventually held her tongue and relinquished her anger, letting it fizzle out from within her and slumping her shoulders hesitantly, watching as (Name) clambered her way up the tree, the branches creaking under the girls weight as she slowly crawled over to the barrel.

"Catch!" (Name) called, grasping her hand around the leather frayed handle of the axe and prying it out of the barrel, some chips of wood flying as she did so before she adjusted her grip on the weapon and tossed it down to Astrid.

The blonde easily caught it, taking the axe in her hand and looking to the next target that hadn't yet been destroyed, her next victim now solidified as she took her aim. Simultaneously, (Name) scuttled down from the tree and made sure to stay out of Astrid's line of fire— coming to stand next to her as they had before.

The axe was tossed from her hands, spinning through the air and whizzing around before again landing dead centre in the eye of its target— yet another perfect shot from the blonde who seemed to never miss.

The two took turns throughout the evening, wasting away through different barrels that ended up on the wrong side of their weapons. Eventually, the sun had begun to slowly make its way downhill, and they two knew it was time to head back home— praying for a full nights rest this time.

They bid their goodbyes, strolling seperate ways towards their family houses. Normally, the tribe would gather in the great hall for dinner, but tonight seemed like one of the off handed nights where everyone would enjoy a peaceful dinner in their own home, huddled around their family hearth and bundled in the warmth of familial embrace.

The sky painted itself with rose golds and lilacs that swirled together to create a gradient only the gods could produce— but eventually, the beautiful hues had to die down into the ink that drowned the land without fail every night, only the moon being around to provide light alongside the torches as (Name) finally reached home.

She pushed the door open, greeted by the rush of warmth that hugged her tightly and the illuminated insides of her hut— the two figures of her parents inside welcoming her. Strangely enough, they were gathered around the table together, a large wicker basket sitting on top and having already been sealed off.

Her parents took note of her entrance, turning to look at their daughter who had returned from the days 'vacation' and finally come home to the small banged up hut that had somehow stood its ground over the course of all these years.

"Ah, (Name)! Yer back hun," her mother chirped, standing up from the table with a loud 'skrrt' of the chair that she rose from. The burly woman approached her daughter, a smile lingering on her face— but the ever so off glint in her eye told the girl something was wrong.

"Is something alright?" (Name) blinked, looking between her father and mother who grew visibly nervous and uneasy at the girls ever so innocent question. "We're fine hun— it's just, the chief, he er— most of te village is goin' for one last trip to find the nest, starting tonight," her mother informed her, and the information was nothing short of a shock, the dreadful feeling of gravity failing its act upon her gut startling her.

Her gut churned, jaw clenching and teeth grinding in an unsavoury dance that caused a slight shoot of pain through her lower maw. "Seriously?" (Name) muttered, the news hitting her like a shocker that had come out of nowhere, ready to fry her brain into nothing more than a fizzing mush of worry and anxiety.

"Aye, but— we'll be back in a few weeks... hopefully," her father stood, picking up the basket with him and slinging it over his back, using the strap to keep it steady as he walked over to his daughter with a pitiful gaze. "I promise it won't be too long lass," he reassured her, placing a rather large hand down on her shoulder, the warmth from his skin radiating to her own— but the comfort didn't make any of her newfound worries subside.

"But— what if you don't come back? What if a raid happens when most of the village is gone?" She stuttered, nearly fumbling over her words that threatened to come pouring out of her mouth in a never ending whirling spiral.

They were meant to watch her on her first day in dragon training— they said they'd come down and support her with the out her kids parents. Now they're just bailing on her? She understood it was the orders of the chief, and that the future of the village was important, but it was far too late in the year to take a trip.

Hel— she didn't even know how to cook on her own! How was she going to stand the food cooked in the great hall— even the memories of the overly salted sea bass plagued her mind, the piercing tang of salt still tangible on the buds of her tongue, despite the situation taking place many moons ago.

"You'll be fine hun. They're leavin' behind a few warriors, and another raid isn't due for weeks— they still have to go through the other tribes, like the Bog Burglar's and the Beserker's," the soothing tone of her mother softened her own franticness, wrapping her in a blanket of imaginary cotton wool that warmed up her inner being.

"You'll come back, right?" (Name) asked, a pleading look shimmering in the reflection of her eyes as she stared at her parents, that of which smiled at her reassuringly. "Of course we will hun, now. Go to bed, you have to beat those kids arses for me," her mother snickered, a smug smile curling up onto her face as she pet (Name's) back, walking past the girl.

Her father soon followed, the two walking to the door of the house and slinking out into the night together, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the hut with only the crackling fire as her friend once the door shut, automatically locking place place.

She didn't know how long she stood there, but it was a while. The time ticked on, and her thoughts flickered through like the pages of a story turning without a sign of an end. They'd truly just left— most of the village had just left. If there was another raid, a few warriors wasn't going to do anything.

What if something happened in dragon training? What if the dragons hurt her or the others? The thoughts caused her to frown, her expression morphing into a grimace that reflected her inner turmoil, the light of the blazing fire illuminating her in the home she now stood alone in.

#httyd fanfic #hiccup fanfic #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd #how to train your dragon #canon divergence

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luffysinterlude · 1 year ago

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REMEMBER WHEN. . .

★ summary: the straw hat pirates reminisce on some fun memories while voyaging through the Grand Line.

★ warnings: chatroom au/comedic relief, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, takes place after water seven/pre thriller bark, ooc characters, use of yn + female reader in mind, flirty!yn + the crew teases yn a bit ><, zoro x reader…kinda..im biased im sorry 😞 + some things are NOT canon and i just made it up :p

★ an: hiii!! there is not enough one piece fanfic content on this app in my opinion (i feel like i’ve read almost every piece, all have been amazing), so here’s my attempt at making more!! also, i’m still pretty new to the op fandom, so some characters may be a little ooc. i’m still reading/watching thriller bark so pls bare with me! also this is a chatroom au because i don’t have access to social app anymore *cry*. anyway, please enjoy!

NOW ONLINE [9]. . .

yn: SIGHHHHHHHHHH

robin: is everything okay, yn?

chopper: yeah yn, is everything okay?

zoro: probably not

yn: just thinking

usopp: thinking about where we’ll be next? praying manifesting it isnt anywhere scary

chopper: everywhere we’ve been has been terrifying

nami: yeah usopp

nami: its like we goto hell, leave it, and then enter another part of it

nami: i think we should just start expecting the worst

zoro: maybe we should all just get a lil more stronger. starting with the blonde pervert we have as our cook

sanji: I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET

sanji: AND YOURE THE ONE TO TALK!

sanji: MUST I REMIND YOU THAT I LITERALLLLY JUST SAVED YOU AND USOPP AT THAT TOWER

luffy: oooooo thinking about what? tell me tell me tell me!

sanji: now, my dearest yn, please let me know if theres anyway i can assist you

zoro: she probably doesn’t want your help lmfao no offense

sanji: WHOOOO was even talking to you? I SAID YN’S NAME IN THE TEXT DAMMIT

nami: can you two idiots cut it out already? its like, i can hear your voices through my screen and i don’t like that

franky: yeah it’s actually kinda crazy i can hear you all…without actually being in your presence

chopper: soooo yn?

luffy: yeah yn what’s going on?

yn: just sitting here thinking about all of our fun adventures. like wow we actually did all of that and it was like…real life

yn: i feel like if i didnt know you guys and didn’t experience it then it wouldn’t sound real

yn: but like wow it was all real

robin: we’ve had some wild times, haven’t we?

luffy: LOL yeah that might’ve been on me

luffy: but we’ve survived this long

luffy: we’ll continue to survive because fate loves us!

nami: -.-

sanji: luffy’s right, surprisingly

sanji: sometimes i think about how fate brought us together…or atleast i think about how fate brought me nami yn and robin together

yn: watch it pretty boy

sanji: YES MA’AM

sanji: screenshotting

zoro: ignoring that dude. i think it’s amazing how we prevail every time. we get stronger without realizing

yn: i mean we did fly into the sky

yn: thats so crazy we actually like. flew. in the air. on a ship.

nami: yeah all thanks to me ;*

yn: thank u pretty i remember falling in love with you then and there

franky: WHAT THE HELL

franky: YOU GUYS FLEW IN THE AIR WITH MERRY?!

usopp: HELL YEAH MERRY FLEWWW

usopp: FRANKY YOU SHOULDVE SEEN IT

usopp: there was this gigantic whirlpool below us and everything

chopper: haha yeah that was crazy! and those giant monkeys

robin: oh! yes, the saruyama alliance. i could never forget the amount of fun i had during our time on Jaya Island

yn: robin i love u but FUNNNNNN???-?-?-!-? DID WE FORGET ABOUT THAT STUPID FOREST CRICKET HAD US GO INTO?!1? i still have nightmares of that stupid south bird and its stupid face and the way it made all those stupid bugs chase me

luffy: haha those south birds were really something else

nami: it’s funny because we had no idea what was coming next

zoro: that stupid “God” was next. what was his name again? emily? enemy….?

zoro: well shit i’ve forgot. it was somethin else though. his stupid lightning

franky: BROTHER WHAT

franky: YOU GUYS FOUGHT….A GOD?!?!1???!!!?

franky: was it like….you know…..THE GOD

chopper: not really sure what you mean but that guy enel really had some sort of crazy insane powers

chopper: him and his crazy insane priests were able to predict our moves!

robin: oh yeah. he electrocuted zoro, yn, and i.

yn: pls dont remind me TT

yn: he scares me because i feel like he somehow is still alive

yn: like what if hes reading our messages

nami: i never thought of it like that…

nami: enel if ur reading this please drop 1,000,000,000 berries down from the sky

luffy: i wish the skypeians and shandians rang the bell more often.

luffy: haha oh well! i know they’re doing just fine! :D

usopp: well thanks to yn now i’m reminscing TT

usopp: it feels like alabasta JUST happened

robin: well, we did just face the world government

robin: technically crocodile was apart of it

usopp: YEAH AND YOU WERE HIS ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER

robin: that’s the past. i had to do what i needed to do to survive. and i’m glad i was, considering i was able to find you all <3

yn: ROBINNNNNNN TT

nami: ROBINNNNN

sanji: robin i wouldve followed you to hades’ kingdom if i had to. i will always protect you (and nami and yn. the others can fend for themselves).

luffy: hahahaha i agree!! see, fate loves us

chopper: WE LOVE U ROBIN

franky: YEAH! WE LOVE SISTER ROBIN!

zoro: appreciate ya.

usopp: YEAAAA WE LOVE ROBIN!

yn: shoutout to us

yn: i love us

yn: i love being a strawhat

chopper: same!!! forever and always gonna be a strawhat!!

luffy: i love our little family!

luffy: without you all, i wouldn’t be as close as i am to reaching my dream! so thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luffy: also sanji when is dinner gonna be ready so i know when to head back to the sunny

nami: same

nami: now i’m really reminiscing. do you guys remember when yn thought she was pregnant

usopp: i-

usopp: …

yn: NAMI

yn: alright well.

sanji: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT

sanji: also luffy dinner will be ready when its dinner time. its mid day. if you’re hungry i have snacks in the fridge or since you’re running around this island, find a food stand

sanji: BUT WHATTTTTT DID NAMI JUST SAY

chopper: HUUUUUUUUUUUUH

robin: what a naughty girl you are, nami. teasing yn about her “almost” pregnancy

nami: yk me! but i remember being soooooo worried only for the pregnancy test to come back negative

zoro: yn?

franky: LITTLE SIS YN…DOES THE DEED….BUT SHE LOOKS SO INNOCENT

luffy: oh wow cool sanji thanks!

luffy: also congrats yn? but where will the baby stay?

usopp: did you even read nami’s text

luffy: oh..right LOL that’s good! i can’t imagine yn having a baby. plus how are babies even made

chopper: :o

nami: …

robin: your innocence is apart of my will to live

yn: luffy TT

sanji: THROUGH LOVE! BABIES ARE MADE THROUGH LOVE!!!

luffy: oh sickkkkkk do you guys think we can make one?

yn: oh luffy TT

nami: well!

sanji: he’ll come around

luffy: LOL BRB

LUFFY has gone offline.

chopper: wonder what he’s up to

yn: probably found food like sanji told him to

zoro: yeah he kind of left the store we’re at and i have no desire to look for him right now

zoro: oh nevermind. he just went outside to buy meat from a vendor. he’s good, still in my eyesight

chopper: also

chopper: YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

yn: chopper >< you were still fairly new to the crew then

yn: but this happened after we left chopper’s hometown

yn: i think i was just sick because of the crazy weather changes, plus nami has just recovered and didn’t want anyone to be worried sick :p

zoro: why didnt you tell me?

zoro: you’re apart of the crew too, ya know.

usopp: interesting

sanji: you stupid ass MOSSHEAD WHY WOULD SHE TELL YOU HER BUSINESS

nami: sigh

nami: its like the most obvious thing ever

robin: i’m afraid it just isn’t clicking for him.

yn: it’s not like i didn’t wanna tell you

zoro: okay so why didn’t you

sanji: WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK TO HER DUMBASS!

yn: LMFAOOO I REMEMBER WHY I DIDNT TELL YOU

yn: YOU GOT LOST AS SOON AS WE GOT TO ALABASTA

yn: and by time i found you, i had already forgotten that i thought i was pregnant because there was a whole warlord wanting us dead so

zoro: hmm. okay. well next time..

sanji: YOU DIDNT HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO HIM YN YOURE BETTER THAN HIM IN EVERY WAY

zoro: if you ever need a safe space. you know.

yn: hehe yes i do. but i apologize for not telling you as soon as i felt…different. it’s just that we’ll always have bigger issues to worry about

franky: ummmm are we interrupting something

zoro: hm

zoro: nah. yn and i will talk later when we see each other.

zoro: for now i’m thinkin about that time luffy and i got beat up on jaya island. now i’m annoyed.

zoro: the principle of the matter was good but i really just had to sit there and take an ass beating when i could’ve handled the entire bar

zoro: ehhhh now i’m gonna go workout. if anyone needs me you know where to find me.

ZORO has gone offline.

yn: he left saying “you know where to find me” as if we’ll actually know

robin: i really hope he finds his way back to the sunny.

sanji: he can get lost for all i care

yn: it’s crazy that i really thought i was pregnant that one time

yn: even vivi thought so

nami: i was super worried

nami: so worried i was reading every book we had to find anything i could help you with

usopp: well i’m offended cause why didn’t you tell me i thought we were besties

yn: wellllllllll no offense but full offense, you have “i-can’t-seem-to-keep-my-mouth-shut” disease

yn: just yappin all day everyday

franky: so, sister yn, zoro huh?

sanji: DONT OFFEND HER LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!

usopp: HEYYYYY!!!!! I WOULDVE KEPT A SECRET

sanji: yn my loveeeeee you know you could always tell me your secrets

yn: i cant lie i almost let it slip when i helped you with dinner that night

yn: but again, bigger fish to fry

sanji: screenshotted again

sanji: did you guys see that? shes flirting with me. might die

robin: hm not sure what part of that was flirting but whatever makes you happy.

nami: oooo franky’s quick

franky: it isn’t hard to tell

chopper: what’re you all talking about!!?

yn: nothing important you little cute doctor

chopper: >~< SHUT UP! >~< THAT DOESNT WORK ON ME!!

sanji: robin! nami! yn!!!! i will be going offline to go back to the sunny to make some snacks. would you ladies do me the pleasure of enjoying them? should they be ready before you all arrive?

robin: please do! surprise us this time :)

yn: hell yea sanji you know i’d never say no to you

nami: lol yes please! i’m kind of craving something sweet

sanji: OFF TO THE KITCHEN I GO!! GIVE ME AN HOUR!!

SANJI has gone offline.

yn: well now that those three are gone

yn: i worry about them a lot

yn: i feel like those three find trouble every where we go

chopper: same but we’re all like, insanely strong now!

chopper: and it’s not like we’re actively looking for trouble, sometimes we just want to chill

nami: yeah. but now, more than ever, i feel more secure

nami: like wow he’s really gonna be king of the pirates

yn: most definitely. we only ever get stronger

usopp: yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa obviously i’ve had my doubts but…

usopp: it’s never been because of luffy

robin: ever since i met you guys again on alabasta…

robin: i knew you all would give me a life worth living

yn: robin’s so sweet online it makes me want to cry

yn: well shes always sweet

franky: SISTER ROBIN TT

nami: robin, i’m curious. how did you find our ship?

robin: well it was just docked and i figured i’d finally take a rest somewhere. if you all hadn’t left alabasta by time i had woken up, then i wouldn’t have stayed. like luffy says, fate loves us.

franky: WHAAAAAT you just…..snuck on? O.O

chopper: oh yeah i remember!

chopper: i’m not gonna lie, i was a little intimidated by you at first

yn: OH HOW COULD I FORGETTTTTTTTT

yn: chopper wasn’t there when we first met robin!

nami: oh yeah!

yn: franky chopper omg like have i ever told the story of how i first fell in love with robin

usopp: OH YEAH she blew that guy’s ship up

usopp: i wonder how vivi’s doing

nami: VIVI TT i hope she’s okay

nami: but yeah i agree. i was scared shitless of robin but then she told me she got me treasure

franky: WOAH ROBIN BLEW SOMEONES SHIP UP?

robin: not entirely. he survived and thats what matters

franky: i mean i guess

franky: i was definitely intimidated by luffy when we first met. even though that was like three weeks ago

franky: i can’t lie he still sometimes intimidates me

yn: brother ur half machine

franky: YEAH BUT MOSTLY HUMAN!!!

franky: anyway sisters. you guys have to tell me more stories at dinner later i have to go refill the coke tanks, see ya!

FRANKY has gone offline.

usopp: well chat

usopp: i usually help him so i’ll be going back too

usopp: yn i’m expecting way more details later after dinner

usopp: or zoro. but preferably before you see zoro

chopper: i’ll help! girls if you need me for anything i’ll be with those two!!

yn: um…okay…? we’ll see u all later!!!

USOPP has gone offline.

CHOPPER has gone offline.

nami: and now it’s just us three

nami: sorry for bringing your pregnancy scare up

nami: i’m getting my nails done right now and i can’t really seem to remember our journeys

yn: its all good

yn: i kinda forgot about it

robin: we’ve been through so much our brains probably started to black out any unwanted memories. i’ve read that it happens

robin: and yn, i don’t blame you. i would’ve been worried sick if i was apart of the crew then. but since it’s just us…

yn: omg let us catch you up

yn: so basically..i had…with…and then…

nami: —.—

nami: she had sex with someone *cough* zoro *cough* and started puking the next morning

yn: NAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

yn: TT

nami: i definitely thought it was pregnancy

robin: silly girls. you do realize pregnancy symptoms don’t happen overnight, right?

robin: also, yn. it’s obvious. i’ve seen the way you two are always the first ones missing during our celebrations

nami: well……..yeah but

nami: we can never be TOO safe

yn: mmm if you hadn’t caught on by now then i’d be surprised

yn: i was still scared

yn: i think it was more of a “wow me and zoro actually did that and it was real”

nami: it’s just….in a forest?!-?

nami: with…HIM!!!-?-?-?-??

nami: you can have any man or woman or creature you want and you stillllllllll………….

yn: i was running on adrenaline. that dude and his stupid ass candle wax drove me insane

yn: plus you both know i kinda have a little crush on the guy

yn: i can fix him

nami: okayyyyyy whatever you say.

nami: pfttt “little” and you guys are basically dating in my head

robin: i forgot his actual name but i’m assuming you guys are talking about mr. 3

robin: ah yes his wax is quite the problem. i wonder if hes alive still

nami: i was seriously stressed out

nami: but honestly, since we’re on the topic, i’m glad i joined luffy

nami: there was this one time, yn i’m sure you remember

nami: right before going to the baratie

yn: the day we went to the baratie TT

yn: but what happened before i kinda forgot

nami: WHY’RE YOU ALWAYS FORGETTING THINGS

nami: anyway when we ran into your crazy psycho ex

yn: OMG

yn: AND HE THREATENED LUFFY

yn: AND THEN LUFFY THREW HIM INTO THE OCEAN TT

robin: oh? tell me more about this ex of yours. i’m interested

yn: he kinda followed us after luffy saved me from HIM

yn: um so basically..you know my devil fruit powers…yeah he held them over my head and threatened to tell the marines about me and

nami: it was chaos. but it was the first time i’ve seen yn in combat and it was mind blowing

robin: luffy being our life saver and our little brother

robin: what would we do without him

yn: you’re right

yn: but i think at this point, we’re all strong enough to handle our own. if i ever see my ex again i’ll beat him so bad

nami: yeah me too! cause he had the crazy audacity to ask me out after i found out what he did to you!

nami: either way, i’m just happy we’re still all together. you know since we’ve been throwing the word fate around, i’m really starting to believe it. luffy has a really good sense of knowing who should join our crew

yn: he does :’)

yn: he gave me a family

robin: well we should probably go check on the boys now. i’ll meet you all at the sunny <3

robin: come back safely.

nami: yeah!! you too robin! yn, bring us some goodies! i’ll see you both later!!

yn: I LOVE YOU GUYS BE SAFE ILL SEE YOU SOON

yn: can’t wait to see u guys again

nami: ….you saw us this morning.

ROBIN has gone offline.

NAMI has gone offline.

YN has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

NOW ONLINE [1]. . .

LUFFY is now online.

luffy: HEY GUYSSSSSSS

luffy: IM BACK

luffy: i ate some meat and came back to the shop we were at but zoro isnt here anymore so i’m wondering if you guys happen to know where he is!

luffy: ….

luffy: oh the chatroom closed

luffy: well i guess i better get back to the sunny!

luffy: hopefully my friends make it back safely! we still have more adventures to take care of

luffy: wow these things are so cool i’m just talking to myself

luffy: i wonder if i can get one on the sunny…

luffy: OH WELL

LUFFY has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

★ an [2]: ahhh!! my first work is now done ☺️ honestly this was all self indulgent because i’ve been going through some personal things and right now the strawhats are my comfort zone. i decided to make it like a big groupchat because i don’t really have any friends irl or online so this makes me feel a lil better ☺️! i hope you all enjoyed.

its a lil messy because when i first started this i was about to began Thriller Bark but as I’m typing this I’m currently on the Sabaody Archipelago arc and things are getting more exciting like omg hello mr. Trafalgar Law I’ve been waiting for your debut….

if you enjoyed this please like and reblog! maybe i’ll start writing more drabbles idk. it used to be my thing when i was still using @/krazykento and jjk used to be my comfort zone. also, if you want to be friends please don’t be shy to say anything! i’d love to make new friends!!

#luffysinterlude #one piece x reader #one piece x yn #one piece social media au #one piece text messages #one piece text message au #zoro x reader #strawhats x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x yn #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #zoro x you #ijbol #self indulgent

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hey-august · 1 year ago

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A Line from Me to You - Chapter 5

Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1 ... Chapter 4, check out the story tag for all the chapters)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: NSFW, we finally got some and there will be more to come!! buggy x afab!reader, little pieces of bad smut, yearning, slightly pervy buggy, male masturbation, fantasizing about cunnilingus, no use of y/n.

A/N: Things are starting to heat up! The gist of what happens in this chapter is what kicked off this entire story, so I'm very excited to reach this point.

Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

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The offer to let you pick the next book made you smile. There was a romance story you picked up at port a few months ago that seemed safe. It might not be as well-written as the last two books, but this one shouldn’t have anyone sobbing uncontrollably or induce nightmares. The most painful part of this novel would likely be the snarky comments from your reading buddy, as the main character princess embarked on an overseas voyage to meet the prince she was betrothed to.

“An arranged marriage? Really? That’s romantic?”

What you weren’t prepared for, were the feelings Princess Kas began to harbor towards the guard assigned to keep her safe. As you rooted for the blooming feelings, the other reader felt differently.

“He barely pays attention to her. She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Sometimes the heart wants what it wants.”

“Ew.”

Both characters were traveling in disguise and were mistaken for a couple in love.

“Of course. That is so cliche.” The looping handwriting managed to carry a condescending eye roll.

“It’s sweet! So what if it’s cliche.”

Dedicated to keeping her royal highness safe, Jasid fulfilled the unexpected role and performed so well that both you and Kas felt butterflies.

“C’mon, boy! Give yer girl a proper kiss!” As the song ended and the dance winded down, a rowdy voice from the crowd called out for affection. Jasid met Kas’ eyes and she nodded slightly. He nodded back and leaned in to press his mouth against hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, like the first flower of spring. Before Kas could fully lean into the kiss, Jasid pulled back and spun her as another song began. Later that night, Kas lay in bed thinking about how the night unfolded. She thought about how Jasid held her. It was different than any other time they were close. It felt warmer. And his lips were so soft. Fingertips traced her lips as she wondered if Jasid was thinking the same thing. A frantic knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts. “It’s me, I have a question,” came the guard’s breathless voice. He waited for Kas to crack the door before launching into the question that dragged him to this room in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry about the kiss. Was that okay?” “It was okay.“ Her voice was soft but not timid. “You can kiss me again, if you’d like.” The princess eased the door open further, letting the light from the hall illuminate the airy nightgown she was wearing. The invite was all Jasid needed to crash his lips against Kas’ and savor her sweet taste. His hand trailed up her barely clothed body, following the curves until he reached-

Oh. Oh shit. What kind of book was this? What kind of fucking book did you buy? Did you pick a literal “fucking book”? Skimming the next few paragraphs with frantic eyes confirmed what genre of book you selected. Naughty and downright filthy words stood proudly above the other common-place and more chaste language. Feeling dirt covering your fingers and climbing up your arms, you forcefully closed the book. Maybe if you slammed it shut hard enough, the words would rearrange themselves.

Staring at the cover, you considered your options. You could throw the book overboard. You could burn it. Rip it to shreds. Never put it back into the cubby under the bench. But then what? You two could move onto a new story. Except you didn’t have another book lined up - not one that you hadn’t read yet. Then the choices would be to stop the book club or risk reading another story that would rip you to shreds. Or stick with this one.

Your eyes rested on Princess Kas’ breasts, which were pushed high enough to bring you an answer. You had to keep going. It wouldn’t be right for you to keep the other reader from finishing the book. Regardless of their snide remarks and endless quips, you couldn’t decide to leave the book unresolved on their behalf. Afraid your resolve would waver, you grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled a message.

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Although the book wasn’t the type of story Buggy would go for, he was invested. Most days he could hardly wait to start his evening routine. Duties were unceremoniously bestowed to others and projects that required the captain’s special touch and knowledge were completed in single afternoons without breaks, all so he could end the day with a drink, a story, and the extension of your company. As he got dragged into yet another royal family story, Buggy realized that it was your words that actually pulled him along. He willingly followed the trail you left in the pages, picking up the pieces to study them, and to hold onto them.

The story itself eventually found a spot to reside in Buggy’s mind. It sat patiently, waiting for the pirate captain to realize why he allowed it to take up residence. Waiting for him to realize an uncomfortable truth. The flutter in his chest when he saw you on the ship was anticipatory excitement about reading with you in secret. His hands were jittery because it was a book they wanted to hold. His eyes lingered on you because that’s what they were used to doing with the books you shared. Those were the lies that Buggy believed with certainty, until he uncovered the truth in the story.

With mouthfuls of liquor settling in his stomach, Buggy lounged in bed and hoped that sipping a second glass would soothe the pounding in his chest. He knew that excitement would push him to read too quickly, to skim through the story and sprint towards the treasured ending, but he wanted to savor this nightly ritual.

The pirate swirled the liquid in his mouth, letting it attack his tongue and pull his attention to the self-inflicted burning. He swallowed what hadn’t evaporated or trickled down his throat. He hissed through his teeth as the heat briefly increased in the emptiness. Satisfied as numbness overtook his tongue, Buggy adjusted his reading glasses and picked up the book.

Rather than following your footsteps, the pirate found himself chasing a reflection of himself. He read about heartbeats that rattled in rib cages, lonely hands that longed to hold another person, and shy glances that easily turned into bashful observations out of the corner of eyes.

As Jasid’s face flushed while dancing with Kas, so did Buggy’s. When Jasid’s mouth felt dry and he struggled to swallow the unprofessional words he wanted to whisper in the princess’s ear, Buggy felt the taste of his own unspoken words. Unnamed emotions that didn’t evaporate on his tongue, but remained and burned hot with flames that were fanned by the next few pages of the book.

“Hey, I didn’t realize this was a raunchy book. I understand if you don’t want to keep reading it together. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Buggy pulled the note aside and skimmed the upcoming paragraphs. Pirates often have different opinions of what is considered inappropriate, but the language used in the next scene was something this particular pirate would also label as “raunchy.” It looked like the two characters were interrupted before things got deep, but enough happened to even make an adult blush a vibrant shade of red. Buggy didn’t need a mirror to know his cheeks were rapidly approaching the same color as his nose.

Fingers slipped under the reading glasses and Buggy pressed his hands against his face. They were cool against his skin and the pressure was comforting. It tamped down the embarrassment and shame overtaking his body. He didn’t want to stop for many reasons, most of which resided in his head, while a few newer reasons lived lower. Reasonable voices said it was just a book - you two were sharing a story and nothing more. The deeper voices were too jumbled to hear clearly, but their desire was difficult to ignore. Both voices agreed on one thing, though. You left the decision up to him. You didn’t want to stop reading the book together.

“I’m a grown man, it would take more than this to make me uncomfortable.” After a moment of thought, Buggy drew a silly face after his note.

That lie was quickly exposed by the few annotations you left behind. While there were fewer than usual, Buggy found himself dwelling on each mark until his head was spinning. Thoughts and fantasies were whipped into being, like sweet cotton candy. The clown ignored the indulgences, just as he ignored the sweat collecting on his forehead and chest.

Small butterflies danced in the margins, pointing out moments that took flight. Lines about tentative kisses that gave away to dancing tongues, hands dragging along hips, the clink of a belt, and more were underlined. Singular words and short phrases were littered across the page - wow, ew, shut up and kiss, bodies can’t move like that, oh shit, nice.

Buggy tried to follow your lead, but every time his pen hung over the paper, it couldn’t find a spot to descend. While there were words that spoke to him, they weren’t words from the author. Eventually, he did find something that he needed to acknowledge.

Kas pulled away from the kiss, looking breathless and dreamy. Jasid reached up to swipe her spit-coated lips with his thumb. Her tongue darted out, enticing the guard to press into her lips. As the princess sucked on the digit, Jasid felt his balls fill with cream.

“That’s not a thing.“

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Buggy would fight to be the first to admit that not only was the overall story mediocre, but the author had a sketchy understanding of anatomy and romance. Even you couldn’t resist correcting some of the mechanics - tits don’t engorge with desire and there isn’t a water balloon of arousal that explodes to soak panties.

Regardless of poor word choices and bizarre descriptions, Buggy found himself invested in the increasingly erotic scenes. After spending a few nights and mornings with a heaviness and an ache in his pants that couldn’t withstand bumps and bounces from normal movement, the pirate couldn’t ignore the swelling between his legs any longer.

Holding the book open with one hand left the other hand free to palm his erection under the blankets. The pressure made his breath shaky. Buggy tried to tell himself that it was the story that had such an effect on him, but his eyes sought out your handwriting over the typed descriptions. With each sentence you underlined, every word you circled, and the comments you left, Buggy heard your voice whispering in his ear. You were telling him what you liked. What you wanted done to you.

The hand slipped beneath his underwear and wrapped around his hardness. Buggy had ignored the way his cock cried for attention for weeks, wishing that it was a passing obsession, but his longing only continued to increase. What began as lustful fantasies that plagued him at night turned into domestic daydreams that chased him during the day. The two swirled together to create an irresistible delusion that beckoned the pirate closer with each twitch in his hand. Storing your notes and remarks in his head, Buggy set the book aside and closed his eyes.

Replaying the papery sound of the book closing allowed the scene to start. You would be sitting in his bed, propped up by the pillows he was currently leaning against. In one hand you would hold a book that you were deeply engrossed in. Your other hand would be in Buggy’s hair, holding his head between your legs. His arms would be wrapped around your thighs, holding your legs wide open, just like you underlined in the book. Your skin would be stained with his face paint from the sloppy kisses he’d lay thickly on your legs and hips. Your heavy breathing and the ruffled sound of a page flipping every few moments would fill his head. And when the teasing became too much, you’d say his name so softly. That’s all you’d need to do for the pirate to dive in and get his fill.

Buggy stopped stroking himself and spat in his hand before returning to the visions. He fisted his cock, imagining his spit was your slick. It would taste delicious. Better than any alcohol. He would drag his tongue along your slit, eager to eat everything you gave him. It would be a waste to let anything drip on the bed below.

Eventually, you’d put the book aside so you could put both hands on his head. Your heels would dig into his back as you start to grind against his mouth. Even if his nose got in the way, you wouldn’t mind. He would gladly drown in your smell and your taste. While he would also willingly die smothered between your thighs, his fingers would dig into your soft skin and keep your legs spread so he could continue to access this delicious feast. Buggy would drag his tongue from your leaking hole up to your swollen clit. He’d lick and suck the sweet treat until you trembled and cried his name.

Twisting memories of you saying his name to fit this narrative, Buggy felt his own climax approach rapidly. Cupping his heavy balls, the pirate grunted as he stroked himself and twisted his hand slightly at the tip. While his hands weren’t attached to his arms, his entire body felt impossibly tight. His abdomen ached with the immense tension building. The feeling was equal parts frustrating and euphoric.

Relaxing the clenched jaw holding his dry mouth shut, Buggy groaned your name to himself as he came. Hot white jets shot across his stomach, nearly reaching his sternum, before slowing to a dribble that caught on his fingers. There was a lot. Some wayward deposits began trickling down his side, while others gathered in his belly button.

The movement tickled through his body hair, but Buggy couldn’t care less. His mind was gone, drifting into yet another soft fantasy. One where your head would rest on his chest, your bodies sticking together with sweat from a passionate session together. He could easily imagine your finger trailing through the hair on his chest as you told him about the latest book you were reading.

#buggy smut #buggy x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #hey-august a line from me to you

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dr-futbol-blog · 11 days ago

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Allies, Pt. 6

And so we see them "begin," which is to say that the scientists of Atlantis start working together with the wraith to weaponize the retrovirus. Sheppard and Weir had stipulated that only three wraith could stay in the city at one time, and it seems as though in addition to the queen there are currently two others -- Michael, who is not involved in the work but had just come to reminisce, and another wraith that is ostensibly one of their scientists. We get a scene in which Beckett and Zelenka attempt to work with him in a lab and while they are surrounded by soldiers, both men seem nervous and uncomfortable.

Beckett is the chief medical officer but it is also obvious that he is a researcher of some kind, even though it is never made clear what his specialty is -- he seems to be a xenogeneticist of a sort, although it had been his authentic Ancient gene that had recommended him for the mission more than anything. But he is not an engineer, and it is obvious that the help of an engineer is required in achieving what they are attempting to do, and so you would expect McKay to be working with him. But McKay is not working with him. Conveniently, now that the wraith are there, McKay is not even in the city any more.

McKay: Huh, some pretty interesting stuff, eh? I think I've learned more about wraith technology in the last hour than I have in the past two years. Oh, come on! I understand you're an Asgard and everything, but even you've gotta feel a bit of an adrenaline buzz. Hermiod: My body does not possess the adrenal gland that produces epinephrine in your system. And even if I did, I would not be as easily impressed. McKay: I get it! I get it. You think you're smarter than I am. You ready to go or not? Hermiod: I have been for some time.

We had seen McKay straining to catch a glimpse of the wraith queen and her entourage as they had marched past where McKay had been standing in a doorway with Zelenka, and he had not been invited to join the welcoming party in receiving their house guests. What is interesting is that we next find McKay on the Daedalus working with Hermiod on the wraith jamming code. It is curious that just as soon as they allow wraith into the city that McKay has been removed. It is very much starting to seem like someone is intentionally keeping McKay as far away from the wraith as possible -- and has been doing this since before the beginning of Project Michael. What McKay is working on he could have worked on down in the city. In fact, we see Hermiod joining him down in the city to work on it more later on. This is not about McKay needing to be on the Daedalus to run his simulations and experiments. This is about keeping him the heck away from the wraith, even if it means letting McKay work together with a junkless naked guy.

McKay had worked with Hermiod before, particularly during their return voyage from Earth on the Daedalus in The Intruder (S02E02), during which they had spent some weeks working together. It is safe to say that McKay has an antagonistic relationship with most scientists he has been forced to work with, this resulting at least partially from his broken self-esteem and need to prove himself in spite of very obviously being highly intelligent and accomplished. There is inside of him a little boy longing to be loved and he is generally combative in an attempt to protect this soft centre. Unlike most people he has worked with, Hermiod is quite literally an emotionless alien who reminds McKay here of the fact that he does not even possess the mechanism to have the kind of emotions humans do. In other words, just on account of being a different species Hermiod easily beats McKay at his own game and for it, for the emotionless alien, the snark is not a defense-mechanism in the same way as it is for McKay. Hermiod genuinely thinks that he is above humans and is merely humouring them while coming across as arrogant, petty and bad with people -- the things that McKay's hallucination had accused him of being in Grace Under Pressure (S02E14).

McKay is going through the data they had received from the wraith, calling it "some pretty interesting stuff," clearly excited to be working on it. In this, McKay actually resembles Norina who had told him in Inferno (S02E19): "I have already learned so much from you just in the last few hours," implying that she too had learned in the last few hours more than she had learned in her lifetime among her people. McKay, that is, was to Norina what having received this data from the wraith is to McKay, feeling just as excited to be learning new things, figuring out things that he had never thought about before. Of course McKay himself has no desire to study under the wraith, but here we see clearly how he is not arrogant but is genuinely humbled before new information, new learning, but ready to take on the challenge.

What is also pretty interesting stuff is his remark about adrenaline, which Hermiod corrects to epinephrine. There is actually a rather convoluted history to how the hormone came to be called by two different names, but it is interesting that McKay calls it adrenaline when in North America epinephrine is the common name for the hormone due to a proprietary drug called Adrenalin. This is possibly hinting at McKay having learned about what the hormone does from the British Beckett who is now not only his primary care physician but also his best friend, who may have had to explain to him more than a few things related to hormones during Sheppard's convalescence from almost turning into a bug, and possibly even following his own overdose of the wraith enzyme.

Regardless, it is really interesting that he makes the reference to adrenaline instead of dopamine, the reward, pleasure and motivational salience hormone, or serotonin, which governs cognition, reward, learning and memory. Either of those would have made sense. But instead he refers to adrenaline, which governs the body’s emergency response system to danger — the “fight-or-flight” response. Its primary function is to prepare the body for exertion of some kind, and the two of them are not doing anything physical here, they are teasing their brains. It would make sense for the Asgard to have lost the glands producing the hormone since they do not seem to be engaged in a lot of physical activity. Adrenaline affects the body's metabolism, attention, focus, panic and excitement. Abnormal levels are linked to sleep disorders, anxiety, hypertension and lowered immunity -- each and every one of which is something that McKay suffers from.

This tells us that McKay's system likely has excessive adrenaline, and the system that governs his responses to fear is out of whack. Hypoglycemia can result from low levels of adrenaline and hypertension can result from high levels of adrenaline which tells us that his body's ability to produce this hormone is somehow disrupted, sometimes producing it excessively and sometimes not enough. And the likely culprit for this is prolonged stress -- post-traumatic stress. People suffering from post-traumatic stress have abnormal levels of stress hormones, and especially exhibit high levels of adrenaline because adrenaline is the body's normal response to danger, and due to his childhood spent in an environment where his body was likely under a constant threat of danger, he would have abnormally high levels of it. And given that they are now in a situation that is very frightening, they are all on edge, he probably is awash with adrenaline as he is working on this -- but his intention did not seem to be to inquire whether Hermiod was afraid but why he was not as excited as McKay is. But even if he mistakes the hormone giving him the effect, McKay does let on that he is feeling a "buzz" as a result of working on this stuff.

Hermiod, on the other hand, is not feeling the buzz and tells McKay that he is not as easily impressed. While not necessarily meaning to do so, Hermiod manages to make McKay feel stupid, and he does not like feeling that way. Because McKay seems to have come from much humbler origins than Sheppard, he had to fight for his place in the world and in Academia, McKay has a constant need to compare himself with others on his field and to make sure that he is the smartest -- because it is likely that in the past his scholarships, his grants, his chances of advancing and leaving his family background behind had depended on him beating the others that were striving for the same positions. We had seen in Grace Under Pressure (S02E14) that McKay has real trouble admitting even to himself that someone might be smarter than him, only conceding that Carter might be as smart on her best day.

McKay also seems to have been involved with people he had been working with more than once (Grodin, Tunney), which had more than likely resulted in the relationships devolving into one-upmanship sooner or later. He further felt touchy recently when Sheppard had suggested that Zelenka might be able to do something better than him. All of this results from his poor self-esteem and from the fact that he had to "pull himself up by his bootstraps," had to overcome the handicap of his socio-economic background and his childhood environment to be able to make some use of his natural talents. He had dreams of becoming a concert pianist as a child that had been crushed and so he had turned to science, he had used science to save himself. He had clung onto it for his salvation. For McKay, making sure that he is the smartest man in the room is a matter of survival, not stroking his ego.

We see that it upsets McKay that Hermiod makes him feel stupid, and even here we see that the best he can admit is that Hermiod thinks that he is smarter than McKay rather than that he so obviously is, given how to the Asgard the human race still in its infancy, and he is here teaching McKay the alphabet when his race have been composing sonnets for aeons. For Hermiod it is not a contest and he probably means nothing by it, it is barely even worth mentioning that the brightest minds of McKay's entire species are barely worth the effort of teaching them, and that he is humouring them out of the debt that their race owes the humans for helping with their replicator problem that had specifically required them to think in such simple ways as the Asgard were no longer capable of thinking in. But for McKay, it is a bitter pill and he definitely gets a taste of his own medicine here, has to eat a piece of humble pie and other adages of that nature. But he is also able to get over himself, at least for the time being, as there is work to do.

McKay: This is McKay. Give me an open channel to the hive. Comm: You're live. Go ahead. McKay: This is Doctor Rodney McKay aboard the Earth ship Daedalus. We would like, with your permission, to begin attempting to beam an innocuous canister onto your ship while you are actively jamming. We're hoping through trial and error that we can... slowly... disarm or break the code.

Although McKay is obviously humiliated by Hermiod's disposition toward him, he seems determined to push all of that aside and proceed with the experiment, clearly feeling that what they are attempting to do here is worth enduring what ever the Asgard and even the wraith are dishing at him. Although Sheppard later accuses McKay of not having courtesy, of never saying please or thank you, he does seem extremely polite as he approaches the wraith now, feeling very obviously apprehensive about what they are trying to accomplish (although in fairness to Sheppard, later on we also see McKay remove the Canadian technician from his post none too gently right in front of Sheppard's eyes, so he is not entirely off the mark in his assessment either). And just to reiterate, this is not now and never will be a deal-breaker for Sheppard because in this, he is actually a lot like McKay.

And so McKay seems to be working on trying to use the beaming technology of the Daedalus in sending through objects while the wraith are actively jamming them with the intention of eventually being able to beam nuclear weapons onto hives without the wraith being able to stop them. While it is obvious that McKay could have been used down in the city working on the delivery system for Beckett's retrovirus -- and we should note that he is later on required to figure one out, he is the one tasked with thinking up of some way of delivering the aerosolized retrovirus that Beckett and Zelenka had clearly been unable to do -- for some reason McKay has chosen to do this instead. It is true that he had been working on wraith beaming technology previously, had been studying wraith tech during Michael (S02E18) when everyone else had been involved in the experiment, and he has had to work with wraith technology before e.g., in The Lost Boys (S02E10). He does seem to be their foremost expert on wraith technology, so it is natural for him to be tasked with this.

But at the same time, there may be a personal reason for him wanting to do this instead of working on the delivery system for the virus. A year ago it had been his responsibility to figure out how to make the jumpers remote-controllable so that they could use them to deliver nukes onto hives. He had failed to make it work in time and so Sheppard had chosen to do it the old-fashioned way, delivering the nuke himself. It had been one of the most harrowing experiences of McKay's life, watching the man that he loves attempt to give up his own life because he had failed to figure something out in time, and he felt like it had been entirely his fault, it had been his responsibility and he had failed. He had failed Sheppard, he had failed Atlantis, he had failed Earth and the human race, he had failed everyone. That is the kind of pressure that McKay puts on himself.

And because it seems like here he has been given the chance to work on something that would make what they had attempted to do obsolete and unnecessary in the future, he had been given the chance to fix something up here that would make sure that Sheppard would never have to attempt what he had then ever again, of course McKay would choose to do this. This was the most important thing he could think of. Making sure that Sheppard would not have to risk his life, have to try to sacrifice his life to destroy the wraith, it was not even a question where his efforts were most needed. And it might be the fact that this was at the back of his mind the whole time that was giving him an adrenaline buzz instead of making him awash with dopamine.

McKay: May we proceed? Wraith: You may begin, Doctor McKay. McKay: OK! Thank you. Thank you. That was weird. Shall we?

McKay seems to feel much weirder working together with the wraith than with the snarky junkless naked alien that he is already used to working with, especially since the wraith seem to be helping them create keys to their own destruction. It is somewhat curious that the wraith addresses him as "Doctor McKay" when he had just introduced himself as "Doctor Rodney McKay," given how we just had a whole entire scene where Beckett was trying to ask the wraith if they even have names, what they should call the wraith scientist or "the one we call Michael" -- hinting at the fact that the wraith do not have names, not in the sense humans do. That the wraith would know that "Rodney" had been a part of the name that could be removed to make the address more polite seems strange -- unless they already know who Dr. McKay is, unless they have intel (likely from Michael) on who McKay is and why it is worth their while to know who he is.

At the end of the episode, the wraith capture McKay and Ronon, seeming specifically to have wanted to get their hands on McKay, and it is possible that his expertise with hyperdrive technology is what makes him valuable. It is entirely possible that the Genii are not the only ones who want McKay for that "big old brain" of his. Regardless, McKay is determined to push down his uneasiness and work with them on this, feeling like this is important enough. To make sure that Sheppard would never ever have to try to sacrifice his life because he had failed to figure something out in time was even worth dealing with the devil.

Continued in Pt. 7

#sga meta #sheppard is bi #sga #john sheppard #mcshep #rodney is gay #rodney mckay #stargate atlantis #ep. allies #ep. michael #ep. duet #ep. the lost boys #ep. inferno #ep. grace under pressure

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I must confess…

There is something extremely upsetting to me about the way Caspian X is a constant victim of loss throughout the Chronicles of Narnia series.

Like, I mean, when we first learn about him in Prince Caspian, we are told he lost his mother and his father as a little boy, then later in book he loses his Uncle and then his Aunt because she chooses to live new life in another word.

Moving on to the voyage of the dawn treader, he loses the closest thing he has ever had to family when Lucy and Edmund leave Narnia for the final time. You know that line where Caspian says “I think of you as my brother” to Edmund in the movie? Yeah, cuts me straight through the heart every time, because he doesn’t get to see them again or Peter until the end of the Last Battle, and don’t get me started on Susan.

But that’s not the worst of it, because what follows next is the death of beloved wife and then the loss of his one and only son Rilian in the Silver Chair. Like, oh my lord, this man has taken L after L after L and I wonder if there was ever a point in his life where he just blew up at Aslan for taking everyone that he either loved or cared for away from him. Because honestly, I would too, if this happened to me.

Oh, Caspian X, you might be the telmarine who saved Narnia and one of the greatest rulers the country has ever had, but my word, did that come at a cost. I’m so sorry.

#chronicles of narnia #caspian x #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie

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amadmadmadworld · 8 months ago

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31 Days of Horror

Day 2: The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Ooohhh boy. I cannot tell you how much I love this movie. I like a lot of movies, it doesn't take much to make me like one (which is why I would probably not make a good critic). But I am totally serious when I say that this one particular flick is at least in my top five of all time favorites. Which is why I am so frustrated by how criminally underrated it is.

Here's the story: set in Virginia (my home state <3), a grisly scene is found in a seemingly serene suburban home. Three people (an older couple and a worker unrelated to the couple) are viciously murdered, the house in disarray with blood and obvious signs of chaos. However, they are killed in different ways and the details confuse the investigators. But it gets even more strange when they find a partially buried young woman in the basement. Unlike the other victims at the scene, she is undisturbed, clean of any bloodshed and trauma. She's not related to any of the three victims and nobody has any clue of who she is or how she got there. So, the local sheriff (played by Michael McElhatton, who oddly looks like Kevin Spacey but thankfully has no relation to him) takes the victim--customarily referred to as Jane Doe--to local coroner/mortician Tommy Tilden and his son & assistant, Austin. The two conduct a customary autopsy on the young lady, and that is when the story really gets going. As mentioned before, she is clean. If anything, she looks like a Sleeping Beauty, untouched and at peace. But that turns out to be very, very untrue. Right off the bat, her eyes are milky, like she's been dead for quite a while, but doesn't have the slightest indications of rigor mortis or decay. She does, however, have shattered wrists and ankles, foreign dirt in her hair and under her nails, and, oh, a tongue that's been ripped out. That's just the tip of the iceberg. As the two continue the autopsy, they find more and more oddities and internal damage inflicted by horrific torture. If that's not enough, creepy things start to act up around them in the morgue as they dig deeper in to the mystery that is Jane Doe before it spirals into total madness. I would love to go on about the rest of the story and the haunting, fascinating details, but I don't want to spoil it. But, seriously, once you start watching it, you're sucked right in and don't want to stop until you see it all the way to the end. And it is so worth it. By the end, you are puzzled, unnerved, and wondering what hell you just watched and what happens next.

The movie directed by André Øvredal (who also did Mirrors, The Last Voyage of The Demeter, Trollhunter, and Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark) came out in 2016 and has a very small cast, perfect for a movie in a claustrophobic setting. It's stars are the excellent Brian Cox and the grudgingly decent Emile Hirsch (I must let you know that, a year before the movie was released, he strangled a female executive with his bare hands. He was sentenced to 15 days in jail, 90 days of probation, 50 hours of community service, and additionally fined $4,750. Ick.) However, the other, unsung star of the film is the lovely Miss Olwen Kelly. An Irish model who has dabbled in cinema, she plays the role of who else but the titular Jane Doe. Kelly steals the show without having to so much as blink, which is exactly what she does. Now, here's the thing: in these movies, they sometimes use an actor and a dummy. But not this particular movie. It's all Kelly. As in, every scene, every second featuring Jane Doe even in the background, is Olwen Kelly herself in the flesh. Prosthetics and makeup are used, of course, but it's still all Kelly. Lying perfectly still, unblinking, breathless, and totally limp. She spent hours like this. Seriously. As it turns out, Kelly practices yoga and, for the movie, she mastered controlling her breathing and relaxing her body to the point she would seem totally devoid of breath and life, just like a corpse. Damn, Kelly, talk about committing to the bit. Thanks to her creepy technique and excellent acting (or lack of acting, since she's a body), the character Jane Doe and the movie are all the more unnerving and feel so real in spite of the bizarre twists and turns. She might not be moving a muscle, but for almost the entire movie, Jane Doe is staring at us with a blank and spine chilling gaze that would make Sissy Spacek's Carrie and The Grudge's Kayako proud, all the while she tells her story through the puzzle that is her body and one special song that comes up every now and then in the movie, Open Up Your Heart (And Let The Sunshine In) originally by the McGuire Sisters and covered by Cowboy Church Sunday School.

Everything about this movie is top notch. The acting, the writing, the setting, the story, the music, the characters, the scares, even the littlest details, is nothing short of amazing. Hell, even Stephen goddamn King agreed. The master of horror compared it to Cronenberg's early films and the classic Alien. He recommended to watch it but, quote, "not alone". It is a truly spooky story, and its undertones perfectly tackle the invisible devastation of psychological and emotional trauma. The movie's message fits so well in the cases of horror and mental health: everything might look fine, but if you look close enough, you'll find that it's not. Brian Cox, as Tommy Tilden, sums it all up quite well with one line he says in the first act of the movie: "Every body has a secret. Some are just better at them than others."

#the autopsy of jane doe #movie review #movie recommendation #happy halloween #31 days of horror #horror movies

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 7

Nothing could deter me from the choice I had made, not even Steve’s pleading. At least that’s what I told myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was determined to give this guy my father wanted me to meet a chance. I got dressed, went downstairs, and spent the next two hours trying to engage in conversation with a guy named Marco, who was probably the most boring person I had ever talked to.

Whenever there was a lull in the conversation, my father would nudge him to tell me more about himself. I would nod, smile, and throw in an “Oh really?” now and then. The evening ended with me agreeing to a date tomorrow night. And why did I agree, you might ask? The answer was simple: I needed a distraction from certain boys, and he was there, so why not take the opportunity? I certainly wasn’t going to put myself out there to find anybody else.

My parents were delighted; their stubborn daughter was finally going on her first date with a “solid” guy, no less. Of course, they didn’t see my eyes rolling back into my skull every time Marco spoke. I was in my room getting ready when someone knocked on the door. It was my mother, holding something in her hand.

“Hey, dear, I have something for you. It’s my pearl necklace that you’ve always admired. I think you should wear it tonight.”

I looked at the delicate piece of jewelry. It was the only thing my mother couldn’t bring herself to sell so we could pay for our voyage to America. I had always wanted to wear it, but it felt wrong to do so now, for a guy I couldn’t care less about. Still, I took it and decided to put it on.

Exactly at 7 p.m., the doorbell rang, announcing the beginning of what promised to be a soul-crushing evening. I went downstairs where my father had already answered the door. When he saw me, he gave his obligatory “Have fun, you two, but not too much fun!” and laughed to himself. To my annoyance, Marco laughed too, though it was clearly the “I’m on a date with your daughter, so I have to laugh” kind of laugh.

He took my hand, and we walked to the ice cream parlor next to Prospect Park. It was bustling with other teens enjoying their weekend. “We Just Couldn’t Say Goodbye” by Victor Young was playing, and I thought to myself how much I wished I could just say goodbye to this whole situation. But we sat down, waiting for the waitress.

Marco started telling me about all his future plans: he wanted to work at the same shoe factory as our fathers, get married in four years, and have two children. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be the wife in his scenario, but I just smiled and nodded. When the waitress finally arrived, we ordered a vanilla milkshake for me and an ice cream sundae for him. As I looked around at the smiling couples, I wondered how genuine their happiness was. Did they get asked questions about themselves? The bell over the door rang, and a gorgeous blonde girl in a bubblegum pink dress and a white headband walked in, holding hands with one of the reasons I was on this goddamn date.

Marco seemed to know Bucky, and the next thing I knew, he was calling out, “Hey Barnes, over here!” Bucky turned, saw us, and for some unfathomable reason, started grinning. He and his date walked over, hand in hand, and that irked me to no end. Bucky shook hands with Marco, and they started chatting, our eyes rolling in tandem. After a few minutes, they said they were just picking up an order and would eat their ice cream over in Prospect Park, which somehow hurt more than it should have. As they left, I dared to meet Bucky’s eyes, and for a brief moment, his facade of nonchalance slipped, revealing a look of defeat.

After a grueling hour, Marco and I made our way back to my apartment. He asked if I wanted to take a walk in the park, but I said I was too tired and just wanted to go home. We stood awkwardly at my front door, and he fidgeted with something in his pocket. “Anyway, thank you for coming out with me. I should go inside. I’m…,” I began, but he didn’t let me finish. Instead, he leaned in suddenly and tried to kiss me on the lips. I turned just in time for his lips to land on my cheek instead. He mumbled a quick “Good night” and walked away. What a disastrous end to a horrible evening.

Just then, I heard a rustling in the bushes next to my front door. I walked over to check, but there was nothing there. As I turned around, a hand shot out and pulled me into the bushes. I screamed, and the person covered my mouth to silence me. “Pshh, it’s just me… ouch, goddamnit!” I bit his hand and turned around to see Bucky.

“What the hell? You scared me to death! Are you insane?” I yelled, shoving him. He just started laughing and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I just had to watch you two lovebirds. I’ve never felt more sorry for a guy in my life.”

“That’s not funny, okay? I wasn’t ready for…,” I began, but he cut me off.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” he asked, catching me off guard. I was embarrassed and just shook my head. I knew I didn’t want my first kiss to be with that guy. I looked up into Bucky’s eyes and said, “It shouldn’t be him. It’s a moment I want to remember, and I want to remember the right person.”

He stared at me, searching for the right words, and finally said, “I want to be that person. It might be selfish of me, but… I want you to remember me, no matter what happens.” His eyes flickered to my lips.

I was speechless, my heart racing, and I felt like I might faint. When I didn’t respond, he leaned in slowly and said, “Let me be selfish just this once.” The only words I could muster were, “Then be selfish.” And just like that, Bucky Barnes kissed me.

Next Chapter

#bucky barnes #marvel #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers #the avengers #fanfiction

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venuzasmuse · 4 months ago

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MILLION DOLLAR MAN, gojo satoru

author’s note: i recently found this in my drafts from when i was fourteen and was obsessed with lana del rey & jjk. it’s a little bit corny so keep in mind how young i was😭 but i reread it and thought i lowkey ate so i’m just going to share it on here. NEVERR thought this would’ve ever seen the light of day but! here we are.

also, I KNOW HOW OUT OF CHARACTER THIS IS YALL. LMAOOO PLSSS SPARE ME. I WAS 14.

warnings: mentions of substance abuse, addiction, strippers, etc (not romanticizing, just was apart of the plot)

you stepped into the cold air of las vegas, shivering as the cool wind brushed up against your lukewarm skin.

you didn't know how far you previously drove, just silently wishing for a way out as you raced out of the town you once called home.

the venomous words your boyfriend had thrown at you to get you out of his sight had been the last straw.

so you ran and never dared to look back.

you felt at peace as you dug your naked toes into the damp sand of the beach you had silently strolled through.

you were exhausted, trapped, and mentally defeated.

your mind had been elsewhere—continuously disassociating itself from the world you were oh so familiar with.

a world where you felt comfort in the lies you whispered to yourself with bantering defeat, because those thoughts of deceit were kinder to the heart then the hideous truth could have ever been.

you felt like child once again as you stood before the ocean you had longed to discover more of. you envied the birds that flew over the coast, desirous of the freedom they felt as they soared through the painted horizons, letting the cool wind pass through their fragile little wings.

although you knew that that these aimless dreams of a wondrous voyage had been merely an illusion; one that you kept close to your heart simply for the need of false comfort because you were terrified of the real world.

you had grown to find solace in the mentality that you've spent years producing. one that caged you in from this, terrifying but real world. one that kept you of little to no knowledge only leading you to fend for his.

as the minutes flew by, your ears perked up at the alluring sound of a drowned out tune coming from a place in the near distance.

as you let your feet be carried by the music, a soft glow of dimmed lights painted your dull skin as you gazed up at a building that stood tall in the dark, illuminating the aura around it. the evergreen trees surrounding the building swayed softly with the wind, welcoming you.

your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you remembered all of the dreadful nights you spent feeling empty in different parts of las vegas.

you frowned as you recounted exactly how you felt once the ecstasy wore off. you remembered the drugs and how empty they made you feel once you were sober.

you remembered the endless drinking that only led to you being passed out in some rundown motel you never remembered paying for.

you remembered every boy masquerading as a man that you let take advantage of you, simply because you wanted to feel loved.

the sight of vegas tugged at the strings of your heart yet you pushed away those thoughts and decided you needed a new start.

so, that's what you went after as you let your feet mindlessly carry you to the club.

the bouncer moved aside as you stepped foot into the club, looking around to see women dancing seductively in outfits you only dreamt of wearing with confidence big enough to do so.

a bartender with jet black hair that was tied into a bun looked up to see you peering around. he could tell you weren't "used to this kind of scene" and called you over to him.

"you new around here? i've never seen a face like yours before." the stranger questioned, sliding a glass of rum towards the man next to you as you took a seat across from him.

"do you usually keep tabs on your customers?"

he chuckled at you, nodding as he set down a bottle of vodka.

"not all the time— just the pretty ones."

you fiddled with your fingers underneath the table. your shoulders now tense as you started to regret stepping foot into the club.

you watched how the women spun around the pool gracefully, enthralling each man in the audience to their presence locking them in like prey, as they begged for the attention of those on the stage.

you felt a sense of longing wash over you as you continued to admire the women. you suddenly began to picture yourself in the spotlight of the large crowds. you felt control, something you had never experienced before and it nipped at the crevices of your skin, almost as if your body was screaming at you to move forward.

yet, you didn't. you sat there with false hope as anxiety began to creep in.

you weren't exactly used to this kind of scene. yes, you were no stranger to the party scene, but you have never been sober enough to capture the entirety of the situation you willingly put yourself in.

it appeared the bartender noticed because he had been quick to offer you a drink which you kindly declined in a fear of relapsing. "you don't seem to be the partying type."

"i'm not." you lied, laughing briefly. you thought about it for a moment before letting the words carelessly spill from your mouth. "are you hiring?" the man met your hopeful gaze "i believe so but you'd have to talk to the boss about it first. i'm sure he's in that room over there. come on, let me introduce you."

you nodded, trailing behind the man like a puppy. "i'm (name) , by the way."

"getou.” he nodded in response.

"he's right in here. sir, (name) here would like to speak to you about a job." you stood behind his tall figure, rocking back and forth on your feet as you patiently waited.

the door shut behind you as you now stood vulnerable to any and all possibilities you would allow yourself to be present to.

your knees felt week as the boss's gaze rested upon you.

gojo, he said his name was.

he looked intense but absolutely divine. you couldn't help but latch your eyes onto the way his black suit hugged his robust body, wrapping itself around his biceps as they threatened to peak through the tight material.

his hair was the color of a mourning lamb, causing the cavernous arctic blue of his irises to stand out as they awaited impatiently to break you down and inspect you. his jaw curved into a sharp "L". he was the definition- no- the reincarnation of adonis, himself.

you felt small under his stare but his grin eased your nerves slightly. "don't act so afraid, no one's gonna hurt you in here."

he extended his arm onto the surface of the sofa, while he held a cigarette in his left hand. "so, what are you in here for?"

"i want to audition." he raised a brow, his eyes filling with an unusual emotion and curiosity. he appeared, almost empathetic yet covered it up with a look of conspire.

"i've had experience before, back in high school." you pressed, fearing rejection.

truth be told, the only 'experience' you've ever had were ballet classes back in freshman year of high school. you were never really that fond of it either.

"we don't usually take auditions without scheduling one first."

"please, just give me a chance. you won't regret it." you were desperate, this moment felt like the only chance of an escape you had. the emotion in your voice cut through his hard front sharply as he let out a sigh.

you had a sense of naivety bordering around you and it wasn't hard to see. almost as if you were a baby dove, being enclosed from the outside world under the pouch of the mother's wings.

as crazy as it sounded, he felt compelled to shelter your vulnerability but he knew that a man like him was only bound to break down those walls of security like a tsunami anticipating destruction.

as much as the guilt ate at him, he risked it, shaking his head at his own answer. "if you think you're good, let's see what you got." he affirmed, gesturing to you, willing to give you a chance.

you silently thanked him as the next song came on, almost as if it were in tune with the moment.

it was an understatement that gojo was attracted to you.

you reminded him of a siren. your voice soft-spoken and bewitching as if it were used as a weapon to beguile the male species, pulling them in like a lasso as they approach their death unheedingly.

not even the music that had been bouncing off the walls of the fairly large room could drown out the chemistry brewing between the two of you.

your hand languidly roamed your body, as you let your eyes fall closed letting the melodies of the faint tune consume you.

your body effortlessly moved to beat, hips swaying occasionally as all of the emotions of your past lifted off your shoulders, being pushed out of your body like a tidal wave.

your arms deliberately moved on their own but also to accordance of how you danced. tendrils of your hair falling in front of your face, framing your seraph like features perfectly.

you watched as the grey smoke cascaded through the crack of his lips forming into clouds big enough to convince an intoxicated person they were floating up to the depths of heaven.

gojo was entranced in your presence with low eyes trained on the way your body moved as his hands yearned to grip onto your hips and align them with his. you kept a fair distance from the two of you, occasionally moving closer towards him with little to no space but pulling away to leave him burning with anticipation at the deprivation of your touch.

it drove him insane.

you felt nothing but ecstasy that engulfed you in the pleasure that you soon discovered to be found in the pain. it kept you on a high that you never wanted to come down from.

you neared his figure— fingers delicately dancing on the edge of his tie until they reached the top pulling him close enough to your face as if you were going to place a kiss to his lips before letting the material drag out and fall from the end of your hand as you backed away.

the song ended and you returned back the state you had previously been in. the courage his attention gave you left you exasperated as you stood before him.

your chest rose up and down slowly as you awaited his response. "was that okay?"

he smiled and nodded "i think saying it was just okay would be an insult."

#gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fanfic

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quasi-normalcy · 2 years ago

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Star Trek series rated by horniness (as rated by me, an asexual, so you know its objective):

Star Trek: The Original Series - what is there to say for the series that invented slashfic, fuck-or-die, and Thiess's theory of titillation in costuming? The universe is full of greased-up pecs and scantily clad women wondering what is this thing you call...love? It's easier to mention the episodes that *aren't* horny. 10/10, for how could it be otherwise?

Star Trek: The Animated Series - It's a Saturday morning cartoon series from the 70s, and yet... 3/10, for the surprising number of scantily clad muscular guys

Star Trek: The Next Generation - Oh, we *start* quite horny; Roddenberry is keen to let us know that the android has a penis in the second episode; but then Roddenberry dies, and by the final season even Troi is wearing a sensible duty uniform. 6/10 for Will Riker, though

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - We've got Quark's, where the women are scantily clad, the holosuites are for fucking, and the waiters give themselves ear infections from doing too much oo-mox on themselves. We've got Jadzia Dax, who has three hundred years worth of sexcapades in two genders and will tell you about them at the drop of a hat. We've got Bashir and his sad blue balls for the first two seasons. We've got Klingons breaking each other's clavicles to initiate coitus. And we've got an enemy power led by the perpetual mind-melting gangbang that canonically is the Great Link. 9/10

Star Trek: Voyager - Weirdly conservative in its sexual politics. I mean, it goes out of its way to stick poor Jeri Ryan in that body condom, and there's a whole episode about space whales wanting to fuck the ship, and another one about Janeway wanting to fuck an Irishman, and *two* episodes about Pon Farr...actually, you know what? 6/10.

Star Trek: Enterprise - You know what, let me tell you about this series; this series is like a 14-year-old asexual boy boasting about his supposed sexual conquests in the hopes that it will endear him to the cool kids. It doesn't work; there's nothing genuine about it and everyone knows it; no matter how many innuendos he throws in, it's clear that there's no joy in it for him and he'd be happier if he could just go off and read comic books. Secretly, he wishes his friends still wanted to play with action figures. -1/10

Star Trek: Discovery - The show presents us with wall-to-wall gays who just...never seem to shtup each other. Like, I of all people know that sex doesn't define queerness, but...really? I guess maybe they're afraid of being less than wholesome? Anyways, 2/10 for that time that the Emperor went off to fuck a couple of Orions in the middle of a dangerous secret mission on the Klingon homeworld.

Star Trek: Picard - A series so sexless that it can't even show its main canonical couple enjoying each other's company for more than 5 seconds each season. And yet the chaste Jurati/Borg Queen pairing manages to be the hottest thing ever in the history of fiction. Anyway, I guess they technically had Agnes sleep with Rios in the first season, so 1/10.

Star Trek: Lower Decks - Oooh boy, we're at the heavy hitter now, my god. Completely, unashamedly horny. Gene Roddenberry *wishes* he could have done that orgy scene that people on Twitter were freaking out about. 11/10

Star Trek: Prodigy- They're *kids*. 0/10

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - Not really a lot, surprisingly given their TOS pastiche. Still, we get some stuff with Spock. 3/10.

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blacklegsanjiii · 1 year ago

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North Blue Language CH 3

“We should take a family photo.” Sora suggests one morning over breakfast. Mihawk and Sanji look at her as she raises the snail camera Mihawk had brought home from a recent voyage.

Sanji has nightmares often, it was a well known fact in the castle. More often than not he would find Sora's room and lay with her but sometimes he would stumble through the fear into Mihawk's who would sit with the boy and calm him down. Sometimes though Mihawk would pass the boy's room and find him in the midst of a nightmare and go whisper softly to Sanji and pet his hair. Sometimes Sanji would wake up, others he would stay asleep. Sora was not free from these events either but always put on a brave face for her son but Mihawk would often catch her in the kitchen sipping tea and would sit with her in silence. Perhaps he would hold her hand or perhaps he would offer to read to her.

Mihawk loved them both very much, so it wasn't an issue to him, they weren't a burden. They had both opened up more, Sanji learning martial arts that focused on kicks and acrobatics and Sora joining him in his office as he looked over maps and letters and gave her opinions. She also kissed him once and giggled at the baffled look Mihawk had given her before asking for another.

Safe to say Sora got to choose what room she spent her night in and Sanji had giggled mercilessly at them over lunch the next day. Sora rolled her eyes while Mihawk cocked a brow at him. Sanji would sometimes crawl into their bed after a hard night and Mihawk's only thought about it was to possibly get a larger bed. Sanji didn't practice with swords anymore, but Mihawk kept him studying the types, curses and how to hold them in case Sanji ever ran into another swordsman that wanted to pick a fight.

“We should take a family photo.” Sora suggests one morning over breakfast. Mihawk and Sanji look at her as she raises the snail camera Mihawk had brought home from a recent voyage. It's been over a year since they came to Kuraigana and several months since their relationship had started.

“A family photo?” Mihawk asks, his voice tinged with humor.

“Yes. Sanji and I were excluded in Germa, you don't have anything other than portraits from the man you killed, a family photo is in order.” Sora says to him with a grin knowing she'll get her way.

“Do we have to dress nicely?” Sanji frowns, feeling the loose and soft cloth of the training clothes that make up most of his wardrobe.

“If you have something nice in your closet I would like you to wear it but if not oh well.” Sora answers. “We're not putting this photo out to a kingdom or to the world. It'll be just for us so it's not like looks matter, no one comes here.”

“Okay.” Sanji nods in agreement and Mihawk sips his coffee.

“Do I need to set up a room?” He asks lightly.

“The sitting room should be fine.” Sora nodded and Mihawk smiles as they finished breakfast. Mihawk and Sora went and set up the sitting room which meant just moving the lounge slightly and figuring out how to set the timer on the snail. Sanji came in and he was still in his black training pants but had found a blue dress shirt that fit and a jacket.

Mihawk and Sora always dress nicely. Dresses were easier to get in and out of for Sora when she was weaker and she was just so used to wearing them that Mihawk had asked a few times but it didn't bother him at all. Mihawk would often find dresses and bring them back, he found a tiara and currently has it hidden in the store room. Mihawk always wore dress shirts and tailored training pants as he was more often than not killing when he was off island, too many who thought they were better when they weren't.

“You should be in the middle.” Mihawk says to Sora.

“With my boys on either side?” She shoots a sharp smile at him.

“Yeah, because you're the prettiest.” Sanji nods and Sora laughs and kisses his head. Sanji smiled as Sora and him sat on the couch and Mihawk managed to get the timer going and sit on Sora's other side, holding her hand on her lap with her other resting on Sanji's knees. The photo turns out well and Sora is beaming. If this is what it takes to keep her smiling like this Mihawk knows he'll do this whenever she asks.

~*~

“Dracule Mihawk!” A marine officer calls to get his attention, more of it anyway. He has just finished a raid of some noble's private island while they're off somewhere else.

“To what do I owe the honor of dealing with the Navy today?” Mihawk drawls as he ties the second bag down to his coffin ship.

“The Navy has a proposition for you! Your bounty is frozen as long as you do what the Navy wishes. It will be under the title of ‘warlord’, you'll be expected to answer to the Navy when called but all you do otherwise is not of our concern.” The officer explains brandishing a letter to the pirate. Mihawk takes it while maintaining eye contact until it's opened.

“The Navy does understand I am not a lap dog, I do as I please, when I please.” Mihawk answers with a glance over the letter. Meetings, calls, coming and going, all in all it's tedious time away when he could be taking care of his wife and son.

“You'll be left alone more often than not.” The marine tells him and that, well that is tempting. “Hawkeye, you value your privacy more than anything and you defend your island more than most pirates defend their territory and with far more veracity. I believe this will be beneficial for all parties involved.”

Mihawk spares a glance and then goes back to the letter. Boa Hancock, Gecko Moria, Kuma, and Doflamingo so far. How they got Kuma is beyond Mihawk but Boa Hancock even more so. He does not want to deal with any of them. “How many ‘warlords’ will there be?” Mihawk asks.

“All together there will be seven.” The marine answers and Mihawk will give it to the officer in front of him, they aren't nearly as scared as others have been. “Jimbe and Crocodile are our other candidates at the moment.”

“Very well, I accept.” Mihawk says as he kicks his ship off the sand and jumps on board. Yoru on his back as he watches the marine scurry to try to get to his boat. Mihawk notices the rather large carrier ship looking to fire at him so he takes Yoru and brings her down heavily to send an air slash through the carrier.

Heavy metal creaks as he focuses on his sail to swiftly carry him away and back to Kuraigana, back to his home where Sanji and Sora are. He watches the vessel go down as the Marines escape in their life boats. He won't be back for at least a week still, he has to stop and sell the items in markets that cater to pirates, those who don't ask questions about the wares he brings. Mihawk will also pick up clothes from the town that he considers his territory and the townsfolk prefer him over the Navy as well.

He still won't take Sanji and Sora there. Too many bounty hunters who may tell Germa of their existence and ties to him. He loves them too much to even think of what would happen if they were taken from him. Pirates are inherently selfish, Mihawk even more so, having claimed the title of greatest swordsman alive. The townsfolk know and those more comfortable with him tease him.

“You should bring her in so I can tailor it for her,” Annette tells him when he finally reaches town and is looking at a dress, “and that protege you have. He seems like a good boy.”

“He is.” Mihawk answers her.

“Bring them. They should be properly tailored. That boy keeps going through training pants more than the kids here who train to get you now.” Annette smirks at him. She's in her fifties and has been pestering him since he first bought clothes for anyone other than himself from her.

“You know very well, I won't. He's not training as a swordsman.” Mihawk says as he wanders to another rack of dresses Annette has sewn.

“Would you like to see the piece I just finished?” Annette asks as she walks by him to the training pants and grabs several of varying sizes for him. “Absolutely gorgeous, embroidered with silver thread since the winter season is coming up. A fine snow pattern. You’re developing a very small northern accent, boy.”

“Yes, please.” Mihawk nods as he follows the woman to the counter as she disappears into the back of the store. He checks the pants and sets aside the stack that will fit his son. She reappears with a garment bag and lays on the counter, unzipping to show a dark navy dress with snowflakes, small and unassuming almost, the silver threads gathering at the bottom to form the crests of waves.

“No one here would wear it, none of us have something nice to go to. She's yours though.” Annette smiles at Mihawk.

“She is,” Mihawk agrees quietly and further inspection shows it will fit Sora. “I'll take it, and the pants.” Mihawk nods and once his goods are paid for he sets sail for home. When he arrives on the island Sora is waiting on the beach with a newspaper in one hand and her hands on her hips. She's not angry but she is thoroughly unimpressed.

“You took a title?” She asks as Mihawk ties the boat then grabs the bags of goods.

“Yes, I did.” He nods, letting his amusement show.

“I understand because of the frozen bounty but the Government ? Dracule! Hone-” He cuts Sora off with a kiss because it's been two weeks and he has missed her. “Oh don't think you can distract me.” She hisses at him.

“I don't plan to. I will do what the Navy asks me, rarely, and my bounty is frozen.” Mihawk says as they start heading to the castle. “Annette made a dress for you, as well.”

“Well tell her thank you for me, but Dracule, a Warlord? You hate people outside of Sanji, myself, or the town, and you still despise more than half the town!” Sora berates him and she's right. She usually is. “Doesn't Boa Hancock hate men?” She asks incredulously.

“Indeed she does, but I doubt the Navy will have much work for us that we'll agree to. We're pirates first.” Mihawk says. “Personally I'm quite interested in what they will even ask of us. It should stop unwanted pests getting too close.”

“Very well.” Sora nods. “I'm still mad we didn't talk about this first.”

“I expect nothing less, darling.” He smiles at her as they go inside. He gives her the garment bag. Sanji is reading at the dining table so Mihawk pats his hair as he passes by to go to the kitchen. Sanji greets him quietly, too caught up with the cook book he's reading. Mihawk makes a note to buy the boy his own set of knives soon.

When Sora plays the piano that night, the dark blue of the dress with the silver threads glowing orange and yellow in the firelight as Mihawk practices the lullaby about the moon she plays. He sings in North Blue, voice smooth and low as Sanji sleeps in his lap. He is selfish, he loves rarely and deeply and wholly.

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