#Midnight Force

[thenwothm]

Live Roundup #5

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[shortkingvi]

we seal mike flanagan away for a year and then every october he re-emerges like a progressively more insane little show business gremlin to put a curse on my bloodline

[bluejelly8]

Needless to say i am enjoying the ever loving FUCK out of The Fall of the House of Usher. I went from having a normal day to running around like a rabid dog and shaking my head as i tear apart my favorite chew toy

[transrevolutions]

I don't think les amis are actually doomed by the narrative. in fact I think they're commended by the narrative. justified by the narrative. supported by the narrative. however, in an unjust society the 'narrative' of a text does not always have the final say in realism, and les mis quite deftly illustrates this.

[stillgotscars]

wait who wants to talk about the connection between “life was a willow and it bent right to your wind” and “i’m the wind in our free-flowing sails” and “wise men once said, ‘wild winds are death to the candle’”

[stalebagels]

*crawling out of the gutter to hand you these*

[megumiluvv]

You were doing makeup one day just for fun while watching Yuji, and he tilts his head.

“What’s this do?” He grabs a blush brush.

“Oh, it’s to make your cheeks all rosy.”

“Can I?” He brings the brush to your cheeks.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You smile and let him do your makeup.

When Choso walks in, he sees you all dolled up, Yuji actually did a good job with your instructions.

“What’s the occasion?” Choso smiles.

“Yuji wanted to do my makeup.”

“Looks good, good job, Yuji.”

“Thanks!” Yuji grins, putting your lipgloss on your lips and offering to do Choso’s next.

“Oh, I’m not sure…”

“Come onnn! It’ll be fun!” You smile. “I bet you'll look super cute.”

Choso looks at you and Yuji’s pleading expressions and sighs, you both make him cave so easily.

“Alright, alright, I guess…”

“Yay!” Yuji giggles and you help him push Choso’s hair out of his face and apply the right amounts of foundation and contour.

“Okay, remember what I said about blending it in?”

“Mhm!” Yuji nods and smiles, focusing on making the makeup blend nicely.

“That’s looking really good, Yuji. Better than how I do it…” you mumble.

Choso smiles and Yuji smacks his arm. “You can’t move your face! I almost messed up!”

Choso laughs and so do you. “Sorry, Yuji, I’ll keep a straight face now.”

Yuji huffs and continues working, taking his beauty guru job very seriously right now. You take over the eye makeup, leaning close to Choso and focusing on putting good eye shadow on him and a cute eyeliner design with a heart on the tails.

“Mkay, now open your eyes.”

Choso opens his eyes and sees how close you two are. “…how’s it look…?”

“Good.” You smile.

Yuji pops back in between you two and puts your lipgloss on Choso’s lips.

“Now you’re pretty!” Yuji grins.

“Can I see?” Choso asks.

You take a selfie with Choso and Yuji to show him the makeup. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Thanks.”

“Mkay, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You smile and wave, not noticing Choso set the selfie as one of his wallpapers for his lock screen.

He does look pretty, but he’ll always think you’re prettier.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

First meetings HC with Soap has me imagining the regulars at that pub groaning as soon as Soap gets up from the bar.

They've seen this before, ol' Johnny MacTavish seeking out the latest, newest bonnie who they can all tell really just wanted to be left alone. It will either get awkward and the lass will leave, or they'll leave together and Johnny will be back again tomorrow night, his one night stand never to return. AND he's the rebound king; he doesn't let rejection stop him from seeking out the next best thing, so even if the lass turns him down, he's all smiles and good for another round.

So when he gets up from the bar to join you at your table, they all take their quiet bets on whether or not Johnny will come back, because you certainly won't.

They don't see the stars on Johnny's eyes, the sincere energy that would be furiously wagging a tail if he had one. You leave with him, and winnings are doled out.

They don't really know how to fix the pot when Johnny comes back with you two days later, his arm slung around your shoulders and his nose tucked behind your ear as you bring a hand up to your mouth to cover a giggle. I guess they're buying your first round?

Oh, this is gold. I can absolutely see it—Soap, the pub’s infamous flirt, the regulars shaking their heads as he zeroes in on yet another unsuspecting newcomer. They’ve seen it all before: the playful grin, the effortless charm, the way he leans in just close enough to make a girl blush but not close enough to be pushy.

They all murmur their bets under their breath, sliding coins and bills across the bar.

- “She’ll be gone in fifteen minutes, tops.”

- “Naw, she’ll let him buy her a drink first.”

- “He’s due for a strikeout—last lass left before he could even finish his first joke.”

But this time, something’s different. Soap’s got that look in his eyes, the one they’ve never really paid attention to before because, well, it’s Johnny MacTavish. Of course, he looks eager—he always does. But there’s a sincerity to it, an excitement beyond the usual thrill of the chase.

Then, to their surprise, you don’t send him off with an awkward laugh and an excuse. You stay. You talk. You laugh. And then you leave together.

The regulars exchange glances, some grumbling as they slide coins across the table. Another night, another conquest. Nothing new.

But when Johnny MacTavish walks back into that pub two nights later, and you’re with him, their jaws practically hit the floor.

He’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulders like you’ve always belonged there, his head tilted down, murmuring something into your ear that has you giggling. Giggling.

The bartender blinks, cleaning the same glass for a beat too long. Someone mutters, “Well, shite.”

No one knows who technically won the bet. But as Soap pulls out a chair for you and presses a kiss to your temple, grinning like a man who’s just found his new favorite place in the world, one of the old-timers sighs and raises his glass.

“Well, lads… looks like the first round’s on us.”

Definitely not expanding on this one at all

[hayhenna]

THE MIDNIGHT SEARCH

The ship was quiet, save for the gentle creaks of wood and the distant sound of waves lapping against the hull. Buggy, wearing only Shanks’ oversized shirt—unbuttoned just enough to reveal his collarbones and the toned muscles beneath—tiptoed barefoot through the dim corridors of the ship. He was on a mission, one hand idly adjusting the loose shirt while the other rummaged through cabinets and drawers in the kitchen.

The clown grumbled under his breath. "Where the hell does this crew keep anything? How do they survive without organization?"

He had made his way to the nursery next, shuffling through supplies, and was about to head toward the storage room when a low voice startled him.

“Uh, Buggy?”

Buggy froze mid-step, slowly turning to see Yassop and Limejuice leaning against the wall, both holding rifles lazily over their shoulders. Their amused expressions betrayed the fact that they’d been watching him for a while.

“What are you doing sneaking around like that?” Yassop asked, raising an eyebrow.

Buggy huffed, adjusting Shanks’ shirt. “I wasn’t sneaking. I was just… looking for something.”

“In the kitchen? The nursery? At this hour?” Limejuice smirked. “You’re not as sneaky as you think, clown.”

Buggy crossed his arms, pouting softly. “Maybe you’re just too damn good at keeping watch.”

Limejuice chuckled, stepping closer to the clown. “You know, you’ve actually got a cute face when you’re not scowling.”

Buggy blinked, his mouth opening slightly in surprise. For a moment, his usual prickly demeanor faltered, and he lowered his guard. “Cute? You sound like your shitty Captain.”

The two men exchanged curious glances but didn’t interrupt as Buggy leaned against the wall, suddenly in a reflective mood. “When we were younger, Shanks and Roger would always say dumb ass crap like that. Roger would laugh and slap my back so hard I’d nearly fall over. And Rayleigh…” Buggy smiled faintly, his voice softening. “Rayleigh was the one who taught me how to throw knives. Said I had a natural talent.”

Yassop tilted his head, intrigued. “What was it like? Sailing with the Pirate King?”

Buggy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was wild, exhausting, and... unforgettable. Shanks reminds me of Roger sometimes. That same stupid grin, that same air of confidence. It’s like being back on the Oro Jackson, in a way. Your crew kinda has that vibe.”

The two men stayed quiet, listening intently as Buggy continued. For once, he wasn’t snarky or defensive—just a pirate reminiscing about the past.

When he finally straightened, he grumbled, “Well, no makeup here. I guess I’m in trouble.”

Limejuice shrugged. “You were looking for that? You look fine without it.”

Buggy shot him a glare. “You don’t get it, do you? Without my makeup, I... I—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Buggy’s body suddenly went limp, collapsing to the floor with a dull *thud.* His head popped off and rolled dramatically across the deck, coming to a stop at Limejuice’s feet.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Yassop yelled, nearly dropping his rifle.

“Calm down, idiots,” Buggy’s disembodied head barked, glaring up at them. “I’m just resting! God, you’re so jumpy.”

The two crewmen exchanged wide-eyed glances before bursting into a relief laughter, much to Buggy’s annoyance.

“You’re lucky I’m too tired to strangle you right now,” he muttered as his body got up to reached over scooping up his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” Limejuice teased. “Get back to sneaking around, clown.”

"Tch—" Buggy grumbled under his breath, trudging back to Shanks’ cabin with his head tucked under his arm.

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End

[thenwothm]

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[b0nkedmehead]

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[eziosofia]

Shout out to leading men in Netflix shows from the early 20th century in nicely tailored suits who live only to simp for the love of their lives, gotta be one of my favourite genders!

[themintman]

Anyway back to space dog

[justladders]

[huggbees]

I love my friends 🥺 /pos