#a ship i hope never becomes cannon

[gmuffinhead]

I love how Lucifer is the only person we've seen to really get on Alastors nerves

and I just think thats really romantic.

[thefandomdirtymind]

How about opla!sanji being completely in love with the reader the moment he sees them?

It just hits him, bam, love at first sight. He plans to marry them kinda moment. Maybe they are in need of rescue or part of a rival crew.

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi Anon ! Thank you for your request. I had so much fun writing it and playing with the idea of Sanji just planning his own wedding cake at the first of the reader. I assume by your use of Them that you wanted it gender neutral so I did my best and I hope you will like !

I though I knew love

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Gender neutral (Them)

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss  - NSFW Casual

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love is a strange thing. Leading you to have affection for a thing, a pet, a person, multiple people at once, maybe, one more that another or felt head over heels for somebody at first sight. 

Not that you could tell yourself. Your love life hadn’t nothing to be told if not the term “boring” was the best to describe it. You had ,of course, a certain attraction and affection for your previous partners, but in your experience, the big true love was only things existing in books and short stories. 

However,the last thing you wanted to think about right now was love. The chain retraining your wrist was starting to get itchy, the little drop of water falling from the ceiling every ten seconds slowly gave you headaches and you could smell it in the air. The crew of Marines had become a little bit more nervous since they brought you a new cell companion, an unconscientious pretty orange haired girl. Maybe she would become your key to escape that rat hole of a ship. 

As if your thought had summoned it, you suddenly heard the blast of cannon and the scream of an eminent battle. Your brain working at full speed, you immediately start to search for a way out of that damn cell. Never you will allow yourself to be caught again, neither by the marine ,who’s without no doubt will execute you, nor by those pirates. You didn’t escape the circus or Buggy to come back in this nightmare. You prefer to drown. 

Kicking the door as hard as you can, targeting the rusty corner of the keyhole you abruptly stop when you hear heavy footsteps in the stairs and a face you had hoped never see again. 

“ They finally caught you hm ? “ Zoro nagged you, taking a look at Nami who slowly was regaining consciousness. “ Welcome back, I'll get you out in a minute. I have to decide what we do with your little roommate here. ” 

“ I suggest you let me go and forget my existence. I did what I did because I was in debt with Buggy, go hunt him down instead “ You replied,already knowing that the pirate hunter wasn’t the kind to let you go so easily.

“ I could, or you could win your freedom. Fight me and I'll let you go “ He offered, opening the door, but still blocking you the way. 

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Sanji was right behind Zoro, clearing his part of the deck, kicking with all he had. Somewhere between a missing punch from a Marine and a successful attack of this part against a kneecap. He had nodded when his green hair crew member had informed him that he will go downstairs to help Nami. But, he hadn’t come back since and Sanji didn’t like it at all. How many times he will have to save the life of that ungrateful mosshead.

Getting down the stairs, the blond chef never passes the last step. What was in front of him was simply unreal.  

Sanji, though he knew love, had felt love before. But, as you succeed to push Zoro in a full blast, he realizes that he, in fact, never felt it that way. Seeing you still enchained, but still so beautifully strong, trying to defend  yourself as furiously as a tiger, with the only help of the loose chain of your restraints bracelet. Makes him feel as if he receives himself a punch in the guts. From somewhere he could hear the wedding bell and almost see the magnificent cake he will bake for the event.

Maybe a Lemon quatre-quart or a simple sponge vanilla cake with pieces of strawberry in it. Are roses will be too classic or a cascade of fresh tiger lily accros the cake would make it look to bold.

He sadly couldn’t finish his delicious pastry though. When, as in an attempt of escaping what could be a mortal blast, you enter in full collision with his body.  

As you try to get up, your eyes finally meet his. In the most stressful moment of your life, you feel yourself caught in the bluest gaze you've ever seen. And just like that, the idea of love at first sight didn’t seem to you like some literature mirage.   

“ Hello there “ Sanji smiled, laying under you, his head gently resting against a step, letting you free to decide your next move. Sure if you decided to step on him to break free, it would probably permanently break his heart, but if it would save your life, he will accept it gladly. 

“Hi…” You nervously replied, trying, and failing pathetically to not smile with him. 

“ Hey waiter, stay out of that ! The fight isn’t over come back here Y/N “ Zoro groan. 

“ In fact I think we should all get out of here “ Nami declared, as a boom and a big crash came from upstairs.

Finally untangle yourself from the blond man, still on your guard in front of Zoro, but unable to snatch your gaze of Sanji. You nod of the head and proceed to get up the stairs. 

The whole ship was a mess, every Marines on the deck was unconscious, the mainmast was down and as you can see, the only person still standing was a way too joyful young man wearing a straw hat.

“ Hey ! Did you find another crew member !? “ He asked, like if you aren’t still unchained and clearly under the dark gaze of Zoro. 

“ More like a lot of Berries in warrant “ The young swordsman replied. 

“ We can’t collect a warrant while being yourself a pirate Zoro and you had to admit it was a great fight you had. “ Nami contributed, offering you a smile. “ I was mostly unconscious but I heard you had escaped from Buggy, we are different, we could need your help in our crew.”  

“ I will gladly welcome them in the crew if they want to join, “ Sanji answered, smiling at you, a tenderness you hadn’t fully understood in his eyes. “ I can’t wait to cook you your favorite meal.”   

“ Well, I...if Zoro will not kill me in my sleep I guess that I will stick with you for a while. “ You answered, curious to discover the meaning of this strange feeling you felt earlier with the tall blond. And the woman, Nami, seems right. Even in the clown crew, you hadn’t seen nothing like their good chemistry.  

“ Whatever “ The ex-pirate hunter mumbled, clearly not happy but ready to follow ,what you surprisingly guess, is his captain.  

“ Yahoo !  I’m Monkey D. Luffy, we are the straw hat crew and I will be King of the Pirate ! Let’s get back to the ship, those handcuffs would be really uncomfortable ! “

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Later that night, free of your chain and well fed for the first time in a while, you stay a little longer in the kitchen. 

Sitting at the table, the soft noise of Sanji cooking and the waves crashing against the hull . You absently dried the table knife you were previously cleaning. 

“ Y/N can you try those and tell me which you prefer ?” Sanji gently asked you, putting in front of you two slices of cake. 

A lemon quatre -quart and a vanilla sponge cake with strawberry pieces. 

At first surprise, you gave them a try, not sure of the last time you had cake. 

“ I can’t choose…They are both delicious ! “ You answered, finishing both slices. “ What is it for ?” 

“ Oh it’s for an event I plan for the future…” He simply replied, taking away the empty plates. “When we will be ready”

You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was his soft smile when he was talking about that mysterious future plan or the gaze he was laying on you. But you couldn’t help yourself to feel your cheeks warming up a little, excited to discover more about that plan and which role you will play in it.

[nanaslutt]

hi nana!! i want to say that i am somewhat new here and that you're my favorite author!! i really like how you write toji specifically, it feels very unique compared to how most people write him and makes me love toji even more! maybe it comes down to a preference, because i am very picky about how people write some chatacters. i am also very happy you're one of the few people who write for shiu and uraume!! i love these two to death, as well as even the slightest the toji&shiu and sukuna&uraume interactions/mentions :D

but but but! i wanted to say that i really admire and look up to your writing, your posts make me inspired everytime and overall you're a very fun person! i hope you never stop writing, you're very good at it >o<

im very sorry this message is getting too long, but i had a few questions.

1. who is the hardest to write for?

2. what character you will (probably) never write for?

3. are there any writing tips you can share? perhaps it's some tips you've got from someone? or maybe tips you figured out yourself?

i'm sending you my best regards :))

thank you so much :( i’m like you and tend to be really picky about how characters are written so i’m very glad i write toji in a way you like <3 AND YESSS uraume is the loml and shiu is a cutiepie so i have to include them in my stuff ^.^

i find myself being rly into unpopular characters and unpopular ships or pairings which i why u see those kinds of characters for me :3

1. believe it or not, geto. i try to make his personality a mix of his student personality and his cannon adult one, but sometimes ill try to imagine what his personality would be like if he didn’t become a curse user so it sometimes gets hard

2. mahito. i never wanna write for him ever, i despise him and rewatching jjk now im realizing i don’t even think he’s attractive at all

3. hmm the only thing i can suggest is to try and drag out intimate scenes and be descriptive in what the characters are doing (overall) so ur readers are never confused on what their position is or where their hands are lol

[joseopher]

** spoilers for the entire atlas trilogy **

Is it just me or does it grind anyone else's gears when someone markets the atlas six as enemies to lovers? They are always talking about nicolibby which is a great ship but they don't become lovers??? There's cannon evidence they may like each other but they never kiss or date or become lovers??? Libby just kills him.

Again I have no problem with the ship but I feel like when book reviewers market the book as enemies to lovers people are going to go into the book with the wrong impression. BECAUSE THEY NEVER BECOME LOVERS. You can want them to become lovers, there is evidence that in some au they could become lovers, but don't market it as that because they never are lovers!

They aren't even enemies, they team up instantly and only harbour a mild dislike of each other, they are academic rivals, they are twin stars, and they are doomed by the narrative, by their own faults, by Atlas, by the universe to never become lovers in this timeline. Which is unique, wonderful and far more interesting! They shouldn't be boiled down to a trope that will give readers the impression they are going to get a romantic plotline with them that ends with them together. In Nico's last breath, they are still dating other people and he basically shut down any romantic chance for them.

The reason I hate this is that people are going to rate the books low when they find out:

a) this book is actually about philosophy and not romance

b) the supposed enemies to lovers spend the entire page time getting together with other people and never have a single scene where they are together

c) the supposed enemies aren't enemies and don't follow any of the tropes one would be hoping for with people who hate each other (tbh they have a much more complicated and interesting relationship)

These people are going to be expecting "knife-to-throat" and scenes where they are trying so hard to hate each other but give in to the growing sexual tension and all that stuff. Not a tragedy about broken people trying to exist in a broken system. LIKE I LOVE NICOLIBBY, I DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO HATE THEM BECAUSE THEY DON'T FIT INTO THESE ROMANCE TROPES THAT ARE BEING MISTAKENLY APPLIED TO A BOOK THAT ISN'T ABOUT THAT.

And note, I'm not talking about fandom blogs that post all the time about nicolibby, those guys are having fun and shipping! Good for them! (god knows I won't shut up about novacaine). I'm talking about when influencers recommend the book to their audience as enemies to lovers, cause that is just going to get the book bombed with one-star reviews.

okay rant over.

[the-ninjago-historian]

Post Series Jaya Doodles and Headcanons!🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡ (Bonus Next Gen Headcannons!👀)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 😁💖 I worked really hard on this. So I hope you all enjoy! Headcanons are below the cut! - ✒️🐉

1) They have a HUGE wedding. Many friends and Family come. And I headcannon that Jay has a very big extended family so that's a lot!🤣

2) They move into the old lighthouse and fix it up/fortify it. It eventually becomes a small rest stop for ships.

3) Nya runs a mechanics shop for boats and water craft there. And Jay has a shop to sell salvage, drift wood, and knickknacks. He also does a little inventing on the side. Although it doesn't usually end well. Lol. Name ideas for their shops would be appreciated!

4) They have a LOT of kids. Five to be exact. Ray, Maya, Ed, and Edna are very proud grandparents. The kids are, in order from youngest to oldest, Piper, Ren, Wynn, Raine, and Poe. Currently I only have a design for Poe. (Seen above.) But the rest are coming. I can assure you. I'll provide some descriptions in the meantime!

Poe: Pictured above! He's very calm and charismatic. And while he's a good fighter and pirate hunter, he enjoys quieter hobbies such as painting. His main weapon is a harpoon.

Raine: Very light skinned. With curly silver hair. (Her hair color is caused by her unique elemental power, Storm!⛈️) She's a little in the small side. But still sturdy and a real fighter. She's a tough cookie! Raine eventually becomes part of the Next Gen Ninjas.

Wynn: Light skinned, with black curly hair. Always wearing a pair of flight goggles. (He's an inventor like Ed and Edna.) Eternally curious and questioning.

Ren: He's got red hair like Jay, and tan complexion like his mom. Ren's got an explorer streak and loves charting new islands. He plans to sail to the other side of Ninjago's oceans someday. He's almost never seen without Wynn. The two are inseparable.

Piper: The baby of the family! She has blonde hair like Libber. She may be little. But she's brave. Not too much on her currently. But she will have a bigger role to play in the future.

5) Cole LOVES their kids. And is very protective of them. (Like "would give his life for them" kind of protective.) He practically treats them as though they were his own. He's their bestest uncle, besides Kai.

6) Raine has a mix of both Nya and Jay's element. She's the master of Storm. She's the first case of a merged element in Ninjago history. And when she was young, it was VERY unstable. Raising a super powered baby was NOT easy.

7) They are pirate hunters. For reasons...🧞‍♂️ Anyway! Their family is known for keeping the coasts of Ninjago safe and sound. Especially their oldest boy Poe, who's shaping up to be a great pirate hunter.

8) They own a flying ship! They needed a way to get to shore fast and since they didn't have the Bounty, Nya and Jay just built one of their own. It's smaller but just the right size for them. And it's called the Storm Rider. It's even got cannons for taking down pirate ships!

(P.S. Two quick things! One, these headcanons are related to a fanseason I'm working on called Ninjago: New Genesis. So that's why they don't line up with Dragons Rising. And two, yes. I noticed Poe's eyes are miscolored in one pic. They're supposed to be brown. I didn't notice until after I finished.😂)

(Tag List: @only-lonely-stars @hydroelectricjaya😁👋)

[charli3emily]

WHY JIGGY SHIPPERS SHOULD CONSIDER RALIGGY

Hi guys!! I just wanted to come on here and spread one of my favorite ships. Here are a few reasons why I think Jiggy shippers would like Raliggy :3

1. Redemption arc

I have seen that alot of Jiggy shippers seem to like the idea of redemption. This is also a big part in Raliggy and is even shown in the book. In the beginning Ralph is shown to not be the biggest fan of Piggy, but as the story continues he begins to grow closer to him and appreciate who he is as a person. Even his last thoughts in the novel are of Piggy.

2. It is much healthier

Raliggy is undeniably healthier than Jiggy. Piggy is shown to like Ralph throughout the novel and this liking becomes mutual. Jiggy however is two characters that are shown to hate eachother throughout the entirety of the novel. Piggy is also shown to fear Jack in a way that realistically could never be fixed. This level of fear and hatred would not be healthy in any way for either of them.

3. It does not require a rewrite of the story

Raliggy is a ship that could realistically happen within the story based on the relationship we see between Ralph and Piggy. Jiggy ,however, would not be possible in cannon. From the first moment Jack sees Piggy to after his death, he is shown to be nothing but cruel to him. Piggy is shown to be terrified of him,even fearing for his life. This is something that never changes in cannon and is something that would require changes with both of them(sometimes even making them go against their own personalitys)

4. The bully×victim trope is weird

Before I begin this section I will admit this may be slightly biased due to my personal past experiences. While it is possible to do this trope correctly, it is incredibly difficult and often removes the victims trauma. The fear Piggy is shown to feel about Jack is something that doesn't just go away. The ship Jiggy gives Jack an amount of forgiveness which personally does not make sense. Jack has done nothing but make Piggy's life hell andno amount of apologies or explanations would erase or fix the trauma this would cause Piggy.

I know this was a long post so I appreciate if you took the time to read it<3 I hope my points made sense and possibly make you consider the ship Raliggy!

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ LITTLE HANDS: EUSTASS KID

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a parent is a scary adventure for you and Kid, your partner has a lot of insecurities and fear, when he's about to freak out, the slightest sign can reassure him that fighting for his family is enough to convince him not to give up."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : MALE READER, TRANSMASC READER, TRANS MALE READER, FTM, PREGNANT MAN, MENTION OF BIOLOGICALLY PREGNANT MEN,calling Kid your husband, you can decide if you are really married or just a nickname, first-time parents, insecurities and fears about being a father, Kid being insecure about himself and his ability to be a father, Considerably calm reader, Kid pirates being the best uncles and aunts to spoil your child

꒰ WC ꒱ : 753

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Yes, again babies, I really was in baby fever and I still have some good baby stories, I can't help it. This is part of the collection for cannonically trans readers, but in the future most of the fics will not have this specified because sometimes it triggers me to write about some trans issues. I hope you like it and I still have lots of stories to share!

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You were in the huge armchair that made your whole body sink into the softness and comfort of the snuggle, honestly everything you needed after hours without sleep with the arrival of your newborn. You sighed, opening your eyes and looking for Kid. He had been in the same place for the last few minutes and you laughed softly before getting up and walking over to your huge husband.

He stood in front of the crib that he had built himself, it was made of beautiful, dark wood and was rocking gently, rocking his little baby into a deep sleep. The little boy had his skin color but Kid's wild red hair… Although he didn't really have much hair yet. He was wearing a beautiful, extremely soft and probably very expensive outfit that the crew had given you two, in fact they had given you so many clothes that the baby must have had more clothes than you and Eustass combined.

The baby's face was peaceful and he sucked his pacifier while sleeping like a starfish. After two days in a row crying without calming down in any situation he was now so peaceful that you had become paranoid that he was sick or dying. Luckily, the ship's doctor came to assure you every two hours that your son was healthy and was just resting and regaining his strength, soon he would start crying and screaming again and the whole process would repeat itself again.

You hugged Kid's waist and turned to face the sleeping little creature. Kid didn't have any expression on his face, but you knew him too well to be able to read even the smallest signs. You had seen his emotions changing in the last few days, fear, joy, love, insecurity, he had been on a roller coaster and now it seemed like the ride was over and he didn't know which of those feelings he wanted to keep.

“If you stare at him that much he’ll wake up…” You teased him, hugging his waist tighter.

“I can’t help it” he said in a low whisper, still staring at his son, your son.

You understood his fears, the fear of having a child on a pirate ship, the fear of his first child... But you knew that Kid's main fear was himself. You knew his past, you knew he had to become a monster in order to protect everyone he loved, but he would never want his own son to see him as a monster. What if his own son feared him? Hated him? He never had a father, how could he be one?

“Don’t overthink it, it’ll melt what’s left of your little brain” you mumbled and rubbed your face against their back and in return he pinched your waist, making you jump and laugh.

“How do we make something perfect?” He sighed as he watched his son with love and tenderness.

“I don’t know, but I don’t regret it” you stated calmly “What’s wrong Kid?” You tried somehow to get your husband to let you in and you could help him.

“I… I don't know… I'm afraid of doing something wrong to him… Failing with him” he sighed.

You smiled and released him, staying next to him and then gently took his hand and led him to your sleeping baby, using his finger — which was much bigger than yours — and made him caress the baby on the cheek gently, just letting go. when he started doing it on his own.

“You won't fail... And if you fail, I know you'll realize it and do your best, that's what matters, you try and have good intentions about it” you smiled at him, trying to calm him down.

“I…” Before Kid could disagree with you again your baby rolled over, waking up for a brief moment, when he saw that it was only his parents who were watching and petting him, he cooed and grabbed his redheaded father's finger with his small hand, then turned over to go back to sleep. “Their hands… They’re so tiny… Little hands…” You smiled, knowing that that was enough to calm all his insecurities while ensuring that being a father would be the best adventure he could have. And you both knew very well that even if you weren't experienced parents, with risky lives and insecurities, you would do your best for that new being so that he would have the best life and the best parents... That would be enough for now.

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part twenty-six

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral

el's thoughts: i'm absolutely heartbroken that we won't be getting a spin off or sab s3... but also insanely grateful for the content creators out there who continue to share their talents with us <3

masterlist

Y/N felt like she and Kaz had become twin soldiers, marching on, pretending they were fine, hiding their wounds and bruises from the rest of the crew.

It took two more days of travel to reach the cliffs that overlooked Djerholm, but the going was easier as they moved south and toward the coast. The weather warmed, the ground thawed, and she began to see signs of spring. Y/N knew what the city looked like, having been before on quick missions. The docks were still crowded with ships, but it’s tidy streets marched to the water in orderly fashion, and the houses were painted in such colors- red, blue, yellow, pink- as if in defiance of the wild white land and the long winters this far north. Even the warehouses by the quay were wrought in cheerful colors. It looked like the city was made by fairies from her children’s books, everything was candy-hued and in its proper place.

“Cannon,” said Jesper.

Y/N turned and glanced up to where the Ice Court stood like a great white sentinel on a massive cliff overlooking the harbor.

Kaz squinted up at the big guns pointed out at the bay. “I’ve broken into banks, warehouses, mansions, museums, vaults, a rare book library, and once the bedchamber of a visiting Kaelish diplomat whose wife had a passion for emeralds. But I’ve never had a cannon shot at me.”

“There’s something to be said for novelty,” offered Jesper.

Y/N pressed her lips together, “Let’s say it’s not fun. I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Those guns are there to stop invading armadas,” Jesper said confidently. “Good luck hitting a skinny little schooner cutting through the waves bound for fortune and glory.”

“I’ll quote you on that when a cannonball lands in my lap,” said Nina.

They slipped easily into the traffic of travelers and traders where the cliff road met the northern road that led to Upper Djerholm. The upper town was a rambling extension of the city below, a sprawling collection of shops, markets, and inns that served the guards and staff who worked at the Ice Court as well as visitors.

Signs of Hringkalla celebrations were everywhere. The shops had created displays of pepper cookies baked in the shape of wolves, some handing like ornaments from large, twisting trees, and the bridge spanning the river gorge had been festooned with ribbons in Fjerdan silver. One way into the Ice Court and one way out. Would they cross this bridge as victors tomorrow?

“What are they?” Wylan asked, pausing in front of a peddler’s cart laden with wreaths made of the same twisting branches and silver ribbons.

“Ash trees,” replied Matthias. “Sacred to Djel.”

“There’s supposed to be one in the middle of the White Island,” said Y/N, ignoring the harsh glare the Fjerdan threw her way. Her voice was low and hard, the toll of their journey evidently forcing her back into her usual role as a soldier.

“It’s where the druskelle gather for the listening ceremony,” Nina continued.

Kaz tapped his walking stick on the ground as he stood beside the Inferni, leaning closer to her ever-so slightly. “Why is this the first I’m hearing of it?”

“The ash is sustained by the spirit of Djel,” said Matthias. “It’s where we may best hear his voice.”

“Kaz’s eyes flickered. “Not what I asked. Why isn’t it on our plans?”

“Because it’s the holiest place in all of Fjerda and not essential to our mission.”

“I say what’s essential. Anything else you decided to leave out in your great wisdom?”

“The Ice Court is a vast structure,” Matthias said, turning away. “I can’t label every crack and corner.”

“Then let’s hope nothing is lurking in those corners,” Kaz replied.

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“Here?” Jesper complained, peering into the dank main room of the run-down tavern. The whole place stank of garlic and fish.

Kaz gave a significant glance upward and said, “Terrace.”

“What’s a gestinge?” Inej wondered aloud as she read the welcome sign.

“It means ‘paradise’,” said Matthias. Even he looked skeptical.

Y/N helped secure them a table on the tavern’s rooftop terrace. It was mostly empty, the weather still too cold to attract many patrons. Or maybe they’d been scared away by the food- herring in rancid oil, stale black bread, and some kind of butter that looked distinctly mossy.

Jesper looked down at his plate and moaned. “Kaz, if you want me dead, I prefer a bullet to poison.”

Nina scrunched her nose. “When I don’t want to eat, you know there’s a problem.”

“We’re here for the view, not the food.” Kaz spoke from beside Y/N.

She mously picked at her piece of bread, nibbling on it slowly. She had to agree with the others, the food was terrible, but it still wasn’t the worst she had had to eat before.

“We’re going to start looking conspicuous soon,” said Nina. “This isn’t the kind of place people like to linger.”

“Maybe they don’t have anyone to take to jail,” suggested Wylan.

“There’s always someone to take to jail,” Kaz replied, then bobbed his chin toward the road. “Look.”

A boxy wagon was rolling to a stop at the guardhouse. Its roof and high sides were covered in black canvas, and it was drawn by four stout horses. The door at the back was heavy iron, bolted and padlocked.

Kaz reached into his coat pocket. “Here,” he said and handed Jesper a slender book with an elaborate cover.

“Are we going to read to each other?”

“Just flip it open to the back.” Jesper opened the book and peered at the last page, puzzled. “So?”

“Hold it up so we don’t have to look at your ugly face.”

“My face has character. Besides- oh!”

“An excellent read, isn’t it?”

“Who knew I had such a taste for literature?”

Jesper passed it to Wylan, who took it tentatively. “What does it say?”

“Just look,” smiled Jesper.

Wylan frowned and held it up, then he grinned. “Where did you get this?’

Matthias had his turn and released a surprised grunt.

“It’s called a backless book,” said Kaz as Y/N took the volume from Inej and held it up.

She peered through. To the barmaid and the other patrons on the terrace, it looked like they were handing a book around, discussing some interesting passage. Instead Y/N had a close view of the gatehouse and the wagon parked in front of it. She lowered the book and looked at Kaz, a proud smirk gracing her lips. “Clever.”

He nodded and turned his head quickly, but not before she could notice the light red painting his cheeks.

“Four guards,” she said, nodding towards Matthias confirming what he had shared before.

“They’re the first line of deffence,” said Matthias. “They’ll check paperwork and confirm identities, flag anyone they think requires closer scrutiny. By this time tomorrow the line going through the gates will be full of Hringkalla guests and backed up all the way to the gorge.”

“By then we’ll be inside,” Kaz said.

They continued discussing the schedule of the wagons as Y/N lifted the backless book again. The wagon driverwore a gray uniform similar to the ones worn by the guards at the gate but absent any sash or decoration. He swung down from his seat and came around to unlock the iron door.

“Saints,” Y/N said as the door swung open. Ten prisoners were seated along benches that ran the wagon’s length, their wrists and feet shackled, black sacks over their heads. She felt the group’s apprehension rise. Only Kaz seemed unfazed.

“Hooded, chained, and shackled?” said Jesper. “You’re sure we can’t go in as entertainers?”

“We go in as we are,” said Kaz, “as criminals.”

~*~

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[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #3 Robin (One Piece)

She absolutely adores you

What's that? You're incredibly stupid?

Come here sweet thing, Robin's here to help

Hmm? You're also incredibly strong? Aww, don't puff out your chest too much little warrior.

You're just too precious to risk getting hurt in battle.

You and Chopper are the most important people to her. (Shhh, don't tell the rest of the crew)

She absolutely babies you.

She can't help it, you have not a thought between those eyes.

You fell overboard and have a Devi Fruit?

She's there catching you with her powers just before you fall in

You're interested in archeology?

She's pulling out books and showing you how to identify types of ponyglyphs.

You hurt yourself wrestling with Luffy?

She's leading you hand in hand to Chopper's office.

God forbid you and Zoro leave to explore an island together.

A man with no sense of direction and an idiot who can't find theirs.

Absolute chaos.

She'll make Luffy or chopper go with you two if she can't.

You'd joined the crew a little bit before the CP9 incident.

Luffy had bought you on board with no other reason besides, "They're funny."

And pointing towards you chasing around the ship's doctor.

"Come here you little monster!!!! Let me squish your tiny face!!!" Promptly tripping afterwards and cracking the deck with your forehead.

You definitely fit in right after that.

She assumed you were strong from the start

The crew did have a track record for strong idiots after all. (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji)

As soon as the Marines attacked, you were one of the first ones to engage in battle.

Devil fruit or not, you sunk a whole ship by yourself.

Then you came back with that dopey look in your eyes and asked if you did good.

She's fond of you then, but becomes smitten during the fight at Enies Lobby.

When you saw Spandam kicking Robin while she struggled, you went ballistic.

Jumping, literally leaping hundreds of feet, just to reach her

You'd just about killed that goon with just one punch, and by the look on your face, you probably hoped you did.

You helped her up with the fondest look she's ever seen.

"Let's get you to Chopper, Luffy will take care of the rest. So don't worry anymore, promise me that."

And Robin's heart had never felt so full.

She had what she'd been missing for so long.

Friends, a makeshift family of outcasts.

Besides Sanji, you're the one checking in on her the most after that.

And she just about melts when you try (and fail) to read a story from one of her books to her.

She calls you her precious fool and occasionally love.

Baby is reserved for very special occasions

But not in the way you think

It's more of a "Let me help you with that, you baby" kind of way.

She waits you out for a confession, having a strong inkling you return her feelings.

You always volunteer to explore islands with her

You always reach for her hand to show her something cool you found.

And you get a little flustered when she compliments you or teases you.

You approached her with a small bouquet of wildflowers you found on the current island.

She half expects you to be subtle, but it's you

And you being you say-

"I picked these because I love you." 🥺🥺🥺

Cute.

So cute she melts, and accepts immediately.

She doesn't get jealous

She fully trusts you and knows you only have eyes for her

How does she know?

You tell her everyday you love her

Heart eyes and everything.

You also fight Sanji for her affections.

"SHE LOVES ME!!! 😡😡😡 YOUR FOOD WON'T TEMPT HER!!!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! AND YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE ROBIN FULLY!!!"

"EYEBROWS EYEBROWS EYEBROWS!!!

"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST STARVE TONIGHT!!!"

She feeds you secretly

She does worry about you a lot though

Yes you're strong, but you're not invincible

She'd rather fight for you or besides you.

Don't worry her by taking off with Luffy will ya?

NEXT UP: Byakuya Kuchiki

An: Shorter head cannons because I've got Buddy Daddies on the mind and I want to binge.

MASTERLIST

[thespiritualfives]

Bad Batch Head Cannon - Blazed

Hey! This is my head cannon on what i think the Bad batch would react while being blazed! Enjoy my thoughts haha GN!Reader

Also i can take request if you guys have any other head canons you want, i can pretty much write for any clone! :)

Warnings: Suggested actions (Just in case), Smoking, GNreader, fluff, Slight angst.

Crosshair

Crosshair, man when he takes a drag off of his joint he likes to draw it out as much as he can. He would purposely blow smoke in your face in hopes of getting a rise out of you.

He's incredibly affectionate while high, rather it be carelessly laying his head on the nape of your neck while you're sitting on his lap and he long lanky arms are tightly around your waist.

While he's perfectly fine being vulnerable with you, being away from the other in your own secluded section of the ship. He hates if his brothers catch him being this vulnerable with you, but he can't bring himself to stop even when being caught.

He can appreciate the fact you put up with his snarky comments, occasional cold shoulder, sometimes even walking off without saying a word to you. You knew ever since he was rescued from the grasp of the empire it would take time for him to re-adjust back to being with his brothers, so you were more than happy to put up with it knowing there is a light at the end of his dark tunnel he had been traveling since Order 66 was issued.

Hunter

Hunter is the same as Cross, he likes to take a drag out of the roll he made, he will keep the smoke away from you if it bothers you at any point, honestly the smoke bothers him but he hates they way edibles make him feel, he took one once and he swore he would never do it again.

While smoking bothers him he is able to relax after a moment and let himself be engulfed in the haze. He thinks it is worth the smell for the feeling that puts him at ease.

Hunter would never do this infront of Omega, he wanted to keep the appearance of being a father like figure to her, not a lazy laid back sergeant who will just go with the flow and with no plan.

When it comes to you he's possessive, good luck going to the refresher and not having the Sergeant posted outside the door. He will make sure to cuddle you while you are trying to do you work on the holopad, he doesn't care if his brothers stubble upon him in this state but he does care if Omega is within his hearing radius, he will quickly attempt to sober up and act like his normal attentive self. If omega is on the ship at the same time hunter is in this state he will remain quiet while twirling his vibro blade between his fingers acting like nothing is wrong and that he's not soaring among the stars.

Tech

Oh my boy Tech, while he doesnt see a need to become under the influence, he slowly gets curious about the effects it would cause for him and how he could use this as a learning experience. He pops in an edible and oh he was FLYING.

Tech wants to make sure he is documenting every aspect of this experience while he can, he has seen based on your previous highs that there will be a point to where all you wanna do is cuddle or sleep or even both.

Tech feels his mind that was once racing with so much information, is starting to finally slow down for him to take a deep breath. While he's in this mindset he seeks out comfort from you in the form of just talking and holding your hand. He's not one for cuddling out in the open of the ship so he just ops for holding your hand. While you both talk about nonsense from the previous missions and how things could've gone differently.

After a while Tech will motion you to join him in the now empty cockpit of the ship orbiting through hyperpsace, after you join him Tech takes a seat in his respective chair and pulls you down to sit in his lap to where your back is facing him. He sighs a gentle sigh and will rest his chin on your shoulder while watching the lanes of hyperspace pass you by.

Wrecker

If this man gets a hold of an edible he is gone, He is instantly just mush and a bombshell of emotions. As soon as he devours the edible he is instantly by your side and ready for the effects to take place. He will lazily drape his arm over your shoulders since he essentially loses his ability to walk and have balance.

You and the boys hid all the explosives you could prior before wrecker can get the idea of going out side and having explosive lessons with Omega.

Wrecker is a huge cuddle bantha when he is in the mid state of his daze. He will do his best to keep awake and to keep you wrapped up by his side so that way he knows you're safe and that you are still there. Sometimes he will lay there in his bunk with you wondering out why you are with him and not one of his brothers. His insecurities will get the best of him but you would be there to wash them away and to make sure he knows why you are with him.

Once wrecker calms down from his panic attack he starts to drift off to sleep shortly after you do with your head on his chest, he makes it his goal to make sure you are asleep first before he can drift off to sleep himself. Knowing that you are safely in his arms is all he needs to know before he drifts off.

Echo

Echo refuses to take a drag of a blunt, eat an edible or even play with the idea. Until one day he had just returned from a mission and you could tell he was not okay, he was on the verge of tears, you knew he didn't fully cope with the fact of him losing his twin Fives and you could tell it was finally catching up to him. As you sit down next to him he asked you quietly if him and you could go to your personal space on the ship, once you reach the area he asked if you would let him try an edible, he was desperate enough to try anything to ease to pain of losing Fives.

Echo sits down in your bunk as you join him, he lays his head on your should in defeat and before you knew it Echo started telling stories of him and Fives from during the war. He told you everything from when they were in Domino squad all the way up to Echo's very last moments at the citadel. You knew it was the effects of the daze he was in that was making him talk about the past and based of how Echo was telling the stories and a few chuckles in between his stories you knew Echo need to talk about his brother in order to process and grieve.

Once Echo was in the mid of his daze you could tell there was a shift in his dimeter, he would lift his head from your shoulder, ask if you wanted to play a prank on one of the other members of The Bad Batch, he would have a well developed plan in store for every member even a contingency plan in store. You could see a glimmer of the man who use to be prior his capture to the separatist. Granted you never knew Echo from before, but by how he is being devious right now is a nod in favor to his lost brother Fives.

Before you can even attempt any of the pranks to the other Batchers Echo is finding himself drifting off in your bunk, he has your hand in a death grip almost as if he is afraid that if he lets go you will also be nothing but a memory. So you do what you feel is natural and lay beside him as he starts to lull himself to sleep, as you get settled laying on your back you all of a sudden feel arms around your waist and Echo's head now resting on your chest.

*If you made it this far welcome to my mind (scary place right?) Not going to lie Echo was the fun one to write for in this head canon. If you want SUMT (18+), Fluff, Angst etc…. then all you have to do is request it! Super simple. I can write for any clone you have your heart set on! Till next time :)

[youngscoobsblog]

I love that living in your 20s just means rediscovering the things that brought you joy as a young person! I was on Tumblr in 2015, obsessed with Destiel, Supernatural, Sherlock, Johnlock, then took a long hiatus until about a year ago. I did not ever have realistic hopes that my ships would become cannon, but I was a gay teen and clung to them happily! It is making me extremely happy to see destiel still relevant because of a bi character on a completely different show. I'm very happy for you guys. Here's to the bisexuals who never got to be bi, and this 911 dude carrying the torch. :))))

[intosnarkness]

i am proud of this scene, so have a fic preview for the magical realism kaz-and-inej-share-dreams thing I'm working on

(rated t for teen; characters get themselves into a compromising position and kissing just so much)

Inej dreams of a tall ship with soaring sails, of rocking decks and salt-spay air.

She dreams of a crew of people answering to her orders, committed to righting the way things are and creating the way they should be.

She dreams of cannons and knives, of blood in the water and hopeful hands, outstretched to her as their salvation.

She reaches out to a wretched soul in the dark, dirty hold of a slaver's ship, and she feels a dark thrill run through her body as her fingers meet leather where there should be skin.

The eyes that look up at her are big and dark, intense. The thing inside of her that has just fought a great battle whispers that they look like pools of blood on wet wood. She holds onto the hand as she sinks to her knees next to him, and his fingers find her biceps, gripping her tightly through silk and leather.

"Kaz?" she asks, but he doesn't say anything in return. Instead the ship is gone and there is rain falling soft against the window of Kaz's garret bedroom. His hands are hot on her waist. He sighs softly, leans in, and kisses her.

Inej has been kissed any number of times. By her parents, first. Her aunties and uncles and the others who rode in the caravan with them. The familial hands were steady and sure as they held her heart aloft.

Later she was kissed by the terrible monsters who came to her in the menagerie, taking from her body without question or permission, their mouths hot and wet and unwelcome on hers.

And then, when it was safe again, by her friends. The gift of light brushes of lips from Jesper or Nina, fond kisses on her cheeks or her forehead.

This is a different kiss. This is a kiss of hunger and intensity, and it sets her alight in a way nothing else ever has. She wants it like she has never wanted anything before, and it ignites her. She climbed six stories of burning rock a few hours ago, and his kiss scorches with a fire that is hotter and wilder than anything she found in the Ice Court.

It consumes her, engulfs her, transforms her. Inej ceases to be the wraith in the crucible of his kiss, and becomes, quite simply, a girl. A girl who wants more, who wants to be kissed and touched and held and loved by the inferno of this man. 

"Inej," he whispers, when she pulls back so she can breathe. His lips find her cheek, and he lays kisses trailing down to her neck, teasing her with feather-soft brushes.

"Kaz," she replies. "How-- how?"

"It's not real," he says, his voice matter-of-fact as if it should be obvious to her. "I can do anything with you, if it isn't real."

He nips at a spot on her neck that sends a jolt of electricity through her - he is danger and he is desire and if she is half afraid that if she lets him, that he will take everything she is until she has nothing left to give.

Inej's eyes flutter closed as she leans into the brush of his mouth. His hands move from her waist, one running up the column of her spine to gently cradle the back of her head, the other finding the small of her back to pull her body against his. Her heart stutters as she realizes he's not wearing his gloves, that he's touching her skin with his fingertips and it feels more scandalous and sacred than all the kisses she's ever had.

"I want it to be real," she whispers, moving to capture his mouth again, to try and put all the longing she can never show him into the world of this fantasy.

He smiles against her lips when she relents, letting his fingers tangle into the strands of her hair.

"No, you don't." His voice is heavy and dark with something that Inej thinks is either sadness or longing, but either way it is an alien sound coming from Kaz's mouth. "But I do."

The answer makes her dizzy. She can't understand why he would tell her such a lovely lie. Usually his lies hurt, they wound, but this one is almost soothing. He wants it to be real. He wants her. She can let herself believe it, she thinks. She can let it be true for the duration.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and shoves, watching as he falls backward to the bed slowly, like he's falling through water. She doesn't move, but she finds herself straddling his hips, her knees splayed obscenely and her center pressed against his arousal. They're still dressed, but that could change any moment. That's the way of dreams. She could fuck him here and they would both be fine.

She wants to be fine with him.

"Inej," he says her name like a prayer. Like he's finally found a god that he doesn't want to mock. His hands are on her waist again, and his eyes are wide and dark as the night sky above them, the roof having disappeared at some point. The bed is gone, too; his back is cushioned in grass and trees loom over them like soldiers standing guard. She knows this place. She grew up in places like this.

"Tell me what you want me to know," she says, reaching down to trace the line of his lips, her fingers like brave explorers on the frontier of his skin. He lets her touch him, showing none of the panic he had in the wagon. His breath stutters, but she thinks it can't be from that familiar panic. It's a new panic to her, but she knows it a kind people have been finding together as long as there have been people. He has never done this before, never been with a woman. She doesn't care.

Inej can feel his interest pressing hard and insistent and just off from where she wants him. She shifts her hips and lets herself touch the high planes of his cheekbones and the hinge of his jaw and the soft scar on his neck that she had seen back in Ketterdam, when he was carrying her to the boat and she was fighting for consciousness. His skin is imperfect - there are marks from some long-ago disease, one of the childhood poxes, probably, and freckles and scars and the dark suggestion of stubble - but it's Kaz, and she thinks it's beautiful. He is beautiful.

Kaz's eyes flutter closed while she touches him, and he tilts his head back to bare his throat in a move that might have been romantic on another man, but on Kaz seems to be a submission. He is a being made of deadly grace and the heat of a gunshot, and if he is baring his throat it is an invitation to cut, not to kiss.

She presses her lips to this neck anyway, and he lets a broken little sound escape his mouth. "I--" Kaz swallows, his throat bobbing, and Inej looks up, her eyes meeting his and finding him still utterly stunning. 

"Inej, I lo--"

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

A Vulcan Smile Part Eight

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A/N: There's some questionable made-up Vulcan lore in this because there's not a whole lot of detail about their telepathic abilities given in the cannon. But, you know what, if the writers of SNW can make up whatever they want about Spock then fuck it so can I. yeehaw, baby

“You’re leaving.” Spock stood in the doorway to your bedroom, arms hanging at his side, shoulders stooped ever so slightly. His tone and expression were carefully crafted to not give any hint that he might be experiencing an emotion. At fourteen he was already well on his way to becoming the man he would grow to be. 

You didn’t look up from your packing. “I’m to be on the ship to Earth tomorrow. I am going to stay with the Graysons.” 

The Graysons. That’s what you had called them. It took you two years to refer to them as your grandparents. 

“You knew I would be leaving,” you said in his mind. You had always preferred the privacy that telepathy provided, even if casual usage wasn’t approved of by the High Council. 

“I knew he wanted you to leave,” he said in yours. 

Telepathic communication was one of the few of your less desirable behaviors he endulged. You didn’t understand why until you were much older and you realized that you had pushed him away too far and might never have this connection again. 

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Fight.”

Finally, you looked up at him. His eyes bore into you. They had such an intensity that anytime he let himself loose even just a little it felt like staring directly into a star. 

“You always fight. Why are you not now?”

“There’s nothing to fight. I want this.”

He moved further into you’re room. “You want to leave?” 

“I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I am understood.” 

“And you believe that is Earth? Will they not just misunderstand the other half of you?” Spock asked. 

You sighed, rubbing a hand across your face. ”I’m tired, Spock. I’m tired of being ostracized for understanding that we were born with more than just a capacity for logic. I am tired of being treated like a failed experiment.”

There was more than that. You were tired of seeing him hurt. You were tired of watching him take the harassment. You were tired of being told just to accept the harassment and constant implications that you were less than. You were tired of being penalized for standing up for yourself and your brother. But you left it unsaid. Unthought, in case he was listening. 

“Human society is still young and ignorant. They will not accept you.” His eyes searched your face. “They will not understand you.”

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be free to be me. I won’t be suffocated under the pressures of being the Ambassador’s hope for a greater relationship between our two races.” You sat down on your bed and stared out the window. “At least I will be told that I am loved.” 

A breeze blew through the leaves, partially obscuring your view of the red mountains and the rich orange sky. 

“I won’t miss it here,” you said out loud. You needed to hear it. You needed him to believe it. 

Now all you saw out the window was darkness and passing stars. You would never see the richness of those orange skies again. A fact the conference was intent on reminding you. 

Normally being around that many Vulcans was exhausting because it required you to choose between putting on an act or dealing with the unfettered scorn of the entire group. Neither option was without its downsides. But this event was focused on how to ensure the survival of the people and cultures of Vulcan now that it was gone. Not even Vulcans can fully suppress the level of sorrow that comes with losing a planet and having that many grief-stricken telepaths in one starbase was overwhelming. 

The favor you had paid Leonard only worsened your exhaustion. What had been bubbling out of you in aggression was now dripping out in fatigue. Your head felt heavy and cloudy. 

You had come to the rooms provided by the Captain with the intention of sleeping, but your mind was bent on replaying memories over and over and not giving you a moment's rest. 

Hauling yourself out of bed, you pulled your robes back on. One of the many concessions you had made in order to have your voice heard was to wear a traditional Vulcan dress. 

The bottom of your dress and robe swept across the floor as you walked through the corridor. You followed the smell of food and drinks. Even with your nasal numbing agent, it was strong. You hadn’t fully realized how many smells there would be on a ship this size. You didn’t know how Spock dealt with it every day. 

The smell led you to what looked like a bar. 

You walked a few paces from the door and clasped your hands, trying to figure out if there were replicators you were supposed to use or if there was someone you asked for food. 

“You should be resting,” Spock said, coming to stand by you. 

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically in his head, something you hadn’t done in years. You were suddenly more willing to fall back on old childhood habits than speak. 

He raised a brow at you but responded in kind, “You have not slept in days.” 

“I am well within the healthy limit.” 

“Not after such a taxing event.” 

“But I supposed it wasn’t taxing for you?” 

He bristled, realizing that he must think his next words more carefully if he wished to avoid an argument. “It was. However, my mind has always been less open than yours. You take on the suffering of those around you.” 

If only he knew just how true that was. 

“I’m fine,” you told him again. 

“Your mind is cluttered.” 

You glanced around the bar. “There’s a lot of people on your ship.” 

He looked you over, then spoke out loud, “Come with me.” 

You hesitated. You really just wanted to get something to eat and then go back to bed, but reluctantly, you followed him. 

The two of you moved quietly through the ship until you were in a smaller room with significantly fewer people. 

You exhaled. 

When you had denied the Vulcan teachings on emotional control, you had also denied the teachings on telepathy control. They went hand in hand under Serak’s teachings. Telepathy was turned inward to help suppress one's emotions. Without doing this you were left with far more unchecked telepathic power with no one to teach you what to do with it. At least no one you were allowed to talk to as a child. 

You had eventually figured it out and learned to control it and use it for good when you could, but you had never built up defenses the way most did. You hadn’t wanted to. Your mother had said that greeting the universe with an open heart and open mind made you more ready to learn. She was a sentimental woman. But she had also told you it would come at a cost. You knew that at least to be true. 

The thoughts of those around you were always in your head. Like murmuring from another room. You couldn’t make them out with conscious effort, but they were there. You had learned to tune them out when you were a teenager, but when you were tired and surrounded by others, they started to overtake your own thoughts. 

Spock led you to a table and told you to sit. You rested your head on your hand and waited for him to return. When he did, he placed a bowl in front of you. You stared down into the orange broth. 

Plomeek soup. 

You had despised it as a child. It was so bland and boring and never seemed to satisfy you. 

Picking up your head, you lifted a spoonful to your mouth. Your eyes slipped shut as you took in the subtle flavor. It tasted remarkably similar to the one your mother used to make. 

Finally, you spoke, “Thank you.” 

Spock nodded, watching as you slowly sipped the soup. 

“Have you considered meditating?” 

You rolled your eyes at the suggestion. 

“It has helped Vulcan’s for generations. Why you think it woul-” 

“Because I don’t subscribe to the idea that I need to suppress my emotions.” You focused your attention on your meal as you projected your thoughts into his mind. 

“A bit of suppression might benefit you.” 

“And a bit of expression might benefit you,” you responded in turn. 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. 

“See, don’t you feel better?” You took another sip of soup. “And I did meditate.” 

“You could have just said that.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

He rested his hands on the table. “It appears you are also feeling better.” 

“I’m starting to.” 

“Good.” His head turned as something else in the room caught his attention. “Excuse me. I need to converse with the Captain for a moment. I will be back.” 

You gave him a quick nod of recognition. He returned it and walked off. You focused your attention on your soup. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in your mouth. If you focused hard enough, everything else would fade into the background. At least that’s what you hoped would happen. 

Instead, a voice cut through your soup thoughts, “There you are.” 

You looked up to find Leonard smiling down at you. Glancing around, you saw that he was alone.

“I thought you were giving Jo a tour,” you said. Your voice sounded odd even to your own ears; horst and hallow.  

“I was. Just dropped her off to work on homework. When she saw you weren’t there anymore, she made me promise I’d find you and make sure you’re okay.” 

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 

“Jo’s worried you’re going to be attacked by a salt vampire.” 

“I think those safety lectures of yours did more harm than good,” you told him, dropping your chin to look straight ahead. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” 

You stiffened at the pet name. 

“Look worn slap out.” He put a hand on your shoulder. 

The images of his thoughts filled your mind, perfectly formed. You jerked away before you had time to process any of them. You couldn’t deal with anyone else in your head today. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

He didn’t deserve the sharpness in your tone. You knew that, but you couldn’t stop it from being there. Full and biting. 

Leonard held his hands up to show you he wasn’t going to touch you again. “I thought we got over you making me the bad guy when I let you into my head the other night.” 

“No one’s making you the bad guy.” You rested your forearms on the table so you could lean towards him. “Do you have to react dramatically to everything?” 

“I’m not the one who almost bit someone’s head off for putting a hand on your shoulder.”

“Expecting you to respect my boundaries is not biting your head off.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve never met a boundary you wouldn’t cross.” 

You pulled your chin in and raised your brows. “I beg your unbelievable parton?” 

“You brought my twelve-year-old to a starbase!” 

You rolled your eyes and leaned back. “I have to hand it to you, Doctor. you can hold on to things for an exceptionally long time.” 

He crossed his arms. “You could start an argument with an empty house, you know that?” 

“You wouldn’t even need the house.” 

“I can’t do this right now. Find me when you’re done yo-yoing me around.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he started back towards the door.

“Oh come on, Doctor. I already know how good you are at walking away. Show me something new.” 

He ignored your harassment and your eyes followed him out into the corridor. Then you dropped your head to your arms with a groan. 

“You ‘let yourself into his head’?” Spock repeated the phrase as closely as he could in Vulcan.

Stifling the urge to groan, you lifted your head just enough for you to be able to peak over your arms and stared up at your brother. 

“What does that mean?” After spending three days with other Vulcan’s his accent was stronger than it had been. It made you realize in retrospect how much his time in Starfleet had affected it. His consents were tighter. His vowels moved at a different pitch. You wondered if he was aware of how much he had changed.

“Nothing,” your Vulcan words were muffled slightly against your sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Silently, he sat down across from you. He carefully folded his hands on the table and straightened up, watching you. 

“Don’t do this,” you grumbled. 

“Don’t sit down with you?” 

“No, don’t do that silent judgy thing you do right before we get in a fight.” 

“I do not have a silent judgy thing.” 

“I can feel the angry thoughts churning in your head.” 

“Anger is a human emotion.” 

You rolled your eyes and dropped your head again. “Just say what you want to say.” 

“I have nothing to say.” 

You scoffed but didn’t look up. 

“You are going to do what you want to regardless of what I say. I don’t know why I ever bothered trying to give you advice.” 

“Advice?” Now you lifted your head fully. “You told me to avoid the doctor completely. How am I supposed to do that without offending his family, who are some of my closest friends? I’m his daughter’s third emergency contact. It goes Donna, then Fred, then me, then Leonard. Do you expect me to just leave him out of the loop in the case of an emergency with his own child?” 

“Of course not.” 

You pulled your shoulders back so he could get the full effect of your ‘so then what’ expression. 

“There are many other forms of relationships between avoiding entirely and performing intimate telepathic bonds together.” 

“If it’s so intimate-” It was incredibly intimate. You knew that. “-why do you use it on what are essentially criminals.” 

“Sometimes it is necessary to cross that boundary for the good of the many.” 

“And sometimes it’s necessary for the good of the one.”

His brows lowered at your flip of the traditional Vulcan motto. 

“He was suffering. I wasn’t just going to sit there when I could help.” You leaned back in your seat. “I thought you wanted me to avoid him because you feared I would pick a fight. I thought you would be pleased that we’re are… getting along.” 

“You appear to be managing to do both.” 

“Why does this bother you so much?”

“You have a tendency to,” he hesitated as he searched for the right words, “become emotionally invested. Were that to happen with a member of this crew who is less than understanding of many of your Vulcan traits it could become difficult for that person to continue working with me.” 

“You’re professional relationship is so fragile that my forming a friendship with him would create difficulties?” 

“Not for me alone. Your brash, unregulated emotions have gotten you into trouble before. Combining them with the doctor’s could create complications.” 

“I am not combining emotions with the doctor.” You stood up. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be any of your business. I can combine whatever I want with whomever I want.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Well, I was going to go get some tea, unless you’re worried that I’ll run into the head engineer on the way to the replicators and become emotionally invested.” You didn’t wait for a response before walking away.

The light from the replicator stung your over tired eyes but you didn’t look away. It seemed the easiest place to look.

“Brothers, huh?” a nearby voice asked. 

You turned to see Jim still sitting at the table, a PADD in one hand and a mug in the other. 

“Brothers,” you agreed, grabbing your tea from the machine. 

“Always disappointed about something. I swear I don’t know why mine’s mad at me half the time,” he joked. 

“That must be nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m my experience with Spock he usually has a good, logical reason for everything he does and says.” 

“And in your experience with brothers?” you asked. 

“They usually mean well.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “Even if they’re doing the wrong thing.” 

“Are you speaking as someone with a brother or someone who is a brother?” you asked. 

“Both.” He set his PADD down. “But mostly someone with a brother. I’m a great brother.”

You smiled at his playful cockiness. 

“Can I ask you another question?” 

“Of course.” 

“What’s a yo-yo?”

[yanderehsr]

For the HSR OC request, I chose Puji.

Age: 30

Looks: Puji is a hybrid human and a hedgehog. She has black ears on her head and a small tail. She is short which gives her "cute" looks. Puji has spiky black eyes and medium hair. She wears a white blouse black overalls, garden shoes with the drawing flowers, and a pair of small silver piercings on her ears. (The picked picture does not show it, since it didn't had special ears for hedgehogs).

Background: Puji was born on the planet Downhill. The reason the planet is called like that is because the hedge-people live in the dark underground. Puji has two sisters, Morana (who is the eldest one), and older twin sister Khalida whom she is always close.  

On this planet,  at the age of sixteen every civilian is required to get power. They also get the path depending on their power. For example, Puji got healing power and was chosen by Yaoshi. Unlike in Xianzhou (whom they also had war with), in Downhill, the civilians worships Abundance, since they also believe that eternal life is a "bliss."

The planet also prohibited their civilians from living on the planet, due to "safety." The other characters from another plant also cannot enter the planet, due to their government's lack of trust. Nevertheless, Puji always has a dream to travel around the universe.

Puji's healing power is viewed as important, especiallyat her planet. Once she heals someone or something,  is not only returns to life but raises the life. Even the plants, fruits, and vegetables, that were out of season were healed by her. She also can create flowers from her hand and uses them to heal other characters.

Puji was abused by her parents and was constantly forced to train her powers. The hedge-people who got their power must train a lot and fight or else they lose their power, as well as their eternal life. One day Puji gets into a fights with her dad and kills him in able to protect herself from his attacks. Her mom forced Puji to bring him back to life, but Puji refused.

As her mom kills her, she suddenly dies. Puji believes it's all her fault and escapes from the planet,  by using space ship. However, it was Yaoshi who killed her parents, since they abused her powers and they were bad at worshiping her. Unfortunately,  Puji crashes into Herta's space station. When she wakes up she meets Himeko and agrees to join Astral Express. Puji is not only a trailblazer but also a doctor.

Personality: Puji is a shy, awkward, quiet.  introvert, and anxious bean. She was also popular during high school, due to her "cute" looks. However, Puji never liked that her classmates liked her just for her looks. She always wanted them to like her for who she was. Even though Puji does need to be more confident, she is a smart character and always thinks twice before jumping to the action. Puji also despises crowds.

Cannon: Puji has a crush on Himeko. She loves how genuinely kind and gentle Himeko is. Puji is also intolerant to alcohol and when she is drunk she becomes clingy. Puji is afraid of foxes since they hunt hedgehogs. (Fun fact: foxes eat hedgehogs).

For the prompt can you please choose any fem yandere(s) who is jealous of Himeko, because Puji likes her instead of them. Plus they believe that Himeko does not care about Puji's safety. How would they kidnap her, what kind of yandere they would be, what kind of love language they would show to Puji, and how would they react if Puji wanted to be with Astral Express? You can choose multiple fem characters if you are okay with that. Sorry for the long oc's bio.

The kind of shoes Puji wears.

Alright, Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder

Topaz: She meets Puji when she tries to get back the money that Belebog owes the IPC, she takes one look at her animal features and immidiatly falls in love, it isn't obsessive yet but it wont take long.

Topaz is greedy, she hates that Puji is part of the Astral Express, she has offered Puji a position as her assistant but was turned down, and why was she turned down, cus apparently Puji has a crush on the navigator of the express.

Topaz can't bear being away from Puji for too long, much less when she knows that Puji has a crush on Himeko, she wants to tear the navigator to pieces, but she calms herself down, she is so close to put Puji into debt, and when she does she will take her away, she'll be Topaz property until she can pay off that debt, and Topaz will make sure that never happens.

"All you have to do is pay back what you owe, if you can't then I'm afraid you'll never see Himeko ever again, don't worry, I'll keep you close for a long long time"

Herta: she saw Puji through the cameras of her station before Himeko even met her... and she didn't care one bit about her, why would she, Herta sees herself above most people, she didn't care about Puji until Puji ran into one of her dolls, Herta thought that maybe she should strike up a conversation, she was a bit curious how she arrived here.

Herta introduces herself, she feels interested in Puji, she gives off a strange aura, she almost never finds herself interested in anyone so she asks Puji multiple questions about herself, it doesn't matter to her that the questions may be a bit personal, she wants to know.

Herta has never felt as jealous as when Puji and Himeko meet, but she reasures herself that Puji will stay here, no one would refuse an offer from her of all people, she wants Puji to live on this station, but when Puji chooses to go with Himeko instead, well she grabs Puji when she is alone and decides to kidnap her, what Herta wants she'll get, no matter what or who it is.

"You aren't leaving me, I've decided that I want to keep you so that's what I'll do"

[isekai-crow]

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

I didn't go into this expecting much, because you can almost never tell if an isekai is going to be good or not (and all the subjectivity that comes with the term 'good'.)

This looks like it's gonna be hella fun.

Overall Score so far: 7.5/10

The summoning to another world as "Heros" to defeat the "Demon King" is your standard isekai plot. It's not original, but it's a good basis for a story, if that's not all there is to the premise. I'm looking forward to how this will get it's own unique twist.

The initial vibes I was getting from it were a mix of

a bad reminiscence of the beginning of "Rise of the Shield Hero" where I was worried that healing magic would be considered a bad or weak ability, and our main character Usato would be looked down on. AND

The great impression of "Wow, I want the Student President Inumaki and Vice President Kazuki to become a poly ship with Usato." I'm just gonna head cannon that the whole way though, thank you very much, they have great vibes together!

I'm thankful the first didn't come to pass, and that the second is going to be the basis for fanfic I look for in the future lol. But also, I hope the Demon King is fun, and that the fox girl doesn't bring any Loli vibes into this.

The green-haired Rose, a healing magic user who is going to train our intrepid healing hero, is the only Voice Actor that popped out at me. Which makes sense, as going through the other voices, it's a lot of small time or up and coming VAs! They're all doing a fantastic job though.

But Rose.

For a second I thought it was the Headmaster from Season 2 of Ancient Magus Bride, as she have a similar low and husky voice. But no, we have Tanaka, Atsuko - The voice of Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell, and where I recognized her from, Hanami from Jujutsu Kaisen!!! She has a very long record of supporting roles in so many anime, and I really like her voice, so I'm glad I get to listen to it here~

Episode 1 Spoilers Below!

Youve got your standard typical kid who is So Normal, and you have the Amazing and Loved By Everyone Student Body Council members, who everyone thinks are dating, and are just So Pretty and Smart and Good At All The Things.

I love how they are both interested in Usato for treating them like normal people, because as we find out, they are just typical high school students. And while they are not actually dating, just spend a lot of time together, I could absolutely peg these two as swingers looking for a third member, and that's all just delusions on my part hahahaha.

Inumaki-sempai, the Student President, is a secret Chu-Ni-Byo, or one of those edgelord kids doing the naruto run and unironically thinks they have special powers to move things with their eyes. It's a phase everyone goes through, even if they won't admit it. But she is SO HYPE to be in an isekai, and I'm right there with her. I would totally react the same way.

And of course, to feed her Chunibyo tendancies, which are immediately spotted by Usato whose image of her is shattered (good, please see her as human), she's gained the power of Lightning Magic. All she needs now is an eye patch and some bandages on her hand, along with manical laughter.

Kazuki, her second in command, seems like a typical Popular Guy, but I love that when he's getting heated over their nonconsensual summoning (despite Inumaki getting hyped in the backgroun), Usato stepping in to calm him down and point out that there is no use getting worked up, is such a good base jumping point for where things will go from here. He's not a particularly interesting character yet, but he's a good guy who wants to protect those around him. It makes sense that he gets Light Magic.

I love that Kazuki has NO IDEA what an Isekai is, and is like - "Light magic... I can blind people I guess???" Has he never even played Dragon Quest? lmao

Usato of course, gets something different, and everyone flips out. He then stops being able to read the room and puts himself in his own situation by mentioning as such in front of Rose, despite the king and magic nun trying to dissuade her from finding out. He's a Super Duper Rare Healing Magic user, because of course he is. He's Protag-kun. But it's fun to see the "tag along" who DIDN'T HEAR THE HERO BELLS WHEN SUMMONED get such a unique skill.

Bless this sweetheart. I hope they can become an awesome trio.

I can't wait to watch episode 2, and see if we get some actual twisted ways to use healing magic to fight.

My hopes for how Healing Magic can be used "incorrectly"

up someone's internal organs with a punch

be able to manipulate their blood or body water content to kill, OR

just toughen this kid up into a fighter who can heal all the damage he takes and turn him into a tank rather than just a support. ZOMBIE FIGHTING STYLE

Either way, I'm gonna enjoy this one!!

ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 <- these will be links eventually

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

Chapter Forty-Three: Crozier

This chapter covers Fitzjames and Crozier's excursion to the cairn at Victory point and oddly enough, I don't have as much so say about it as I thought I might. Nevertheless, I persist!

Between Crozier literally falling asleep while walking and rambling unintentionally about his Memo Moira and visions of the future, and the two Captains becoming half-lost in the thick fog, there's a definite eeriness to the start of this chapter.

There are also storms approaching and thunder booming above them. Crozier makes a terrible sort of half-joke about it all: "What could be worse than a thunderstorm in late April with the temperature still below zero?" "Cannon fire," said Crozier. "Cannon fire?" "From the rescue ship that came down open leads all the way from Lancaster Strait and through Peel Sound only to find Erebus crushed and Terror abandoned. They're firing their guns for twenty-four hours to get our attention before sailing away." "Please, Francis, stop" said Fitzjames. "If you continue I may vomit. And I've already done my vomiting for today."

They find Gore's note and observe the mistakes thereon before starting to add to it ("Sir John must have been as tired and confused as we are now." "No one has ever been as tired and confused as we are now" said Fitzjames). And as if to prove that point, he falls asleep and snores softly with his head on his knees while Crozier continues to write.

When roused to sign his name, Fitzjames notices that Crozier hasn't written of where they intend to go next. Crozier begins to explain his feelings on this - how he hasn't really decided where they're going and how it's all completely hopeless anyway. But then, they're interrupted by the sound of something circling them in the fog.

Crozier is the only one armed and he raises his pistol to fire at the thing in the fog, calm and collected. He specifically tries to aim high "so as not to strike that face." which strikes me as odd - why would he want to avoid its face?

He fires and only then do we see that it wasn't Tuunbaq circling them at all, merely a curious juvenile polar bear that, startled, immediately runs away back into the fog. As all tension dissipates, Crozier and Fitzjames descend into hysterical fits of laughter together.

As that laughter subsides, we get a beautiful wee exchange to close the chapter out. "You know what I would give my left bollock for right now?" "What?" "A glass of whiskey. Two glasses, I mean. One for me and one for you. The drinks would be on me, James. I'm standing you to a round." "Thank you, Francis. And I'd lift the first toast to you. I've never had the honour of serving under a better commander or a finer man." Which is just so incredibly lovely! It's reframing a previously very negative and self-destructive thing in Crozier's life in a new positive light. It's no longer something he would do alone to drown his sorrows but something he'd share with others in love and good faith. It's no longer a mechanism for him to endlessly mull over the lifelong disrespect he's received but a mechanism through which he can show respect and have it returned to him in kind. The thing that was previously a symbol of doom for him is suddenly a symbol of hope. And it's then and only then that he adds a final addendum to the Victory Point note: "And start tomorrow, 26th, for Back's Fish River."