#ahoy mateys au

[making-my-wey-down-town]

Mermaids SIRENS!!

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Guys 2: Electric Boogaloo

Sequel to THIS POST

The GUPS under the cut + Soup Man !

Those first two designs are for the AU... Professor Inkling’s MAFIA skin (in the timeline where he stays to take over his father) and the Octopod whilst under Jarvis’ control :) I’ll explain all that better some other time I promise-

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tag fix.

[bi-writes]

Hi bi!

Wanted to wish happy holidays and hope u have a wonderful rest of the year.

Today is my bday and felt the courage to ask some random ass question.

Sooo are u able to do like those Spotify wrap ups? But with stories(ones you've written or read/faved)

You're a wonderful writer and i feel like your taste/eye for fics/posts would be interesting and i would personally enjoy

No pressure to really answer cause a majority of your posts do show wat u enjoy or catches ur eye.

Again, lots of love!!! 🎅ho~ ho~~

happy birthday, love. hope it was a wonderful one.

i really can't pinpoint a story (there were so many wonderful ones, you could go through my #fic recs tag for hours maybe), but here's a list of people i've thoroughly enjoyed recently + the vibe.

@syoddeye (price x reader chokehold) @391780 (because big, beefy men need a fat ass to hold onto, we don't make the rules) @saintquincy (the poly!141 altar that i didn't know i needed to die on) @pricetagged (nasty work for price and ghost over here) @pricegouge (making horror sexy and price daddy-licious) @ceilidho (making soap dirty over there) @moondirti (putting me in scary, hot situations 24/7, baby) @rememberwren (because every bad day can be healed if we make this fic ghoap x reader) @ghouljams (sex-ed and monster fucking ftw) @oceantornadoo (if you're wondering how many AUs might exist, you should start counting here) @swordsandholly (more fat fem supremacy here + giant men, what more could you want) @starsofang (ahoy matey) @charliemwrites (making me hot for nobody there ;))) @peachesofteal (because i would have that large man's baby in any universe fr fr)

these amazing people have written series or stories that i just bite at when they post a new part of something. like i cannot function until i read it immediately and have it devoured whole. good luck going through these masterlists, you'll die and come back to life several times. ✌🏼

[medusapelagia]

Thank you!

Ahoy matey!

If I didn’t mess up, this post should be scheduled at the same time as my STBB fic's post on their main blog, so this is the time to thank everyone.

First of all @kallisto-k, who is always a great supporter and who was the first person I pinched my idea of an omegaverse metalsandwich pirate au and who didn't call the mental institute to take me in!

Another thanks to @spaceofentropy who was by my side during this journey.

A huge thanks to @lemonhitsu who kept comforting me when I was 100% sure I wasn't going to have an artist for my fic.

A big thanks to @mothellie that between all the stories chose mine and to @ghostdeb that rescued my fic when things got a bit confused.

Thank you to @acingthecounts (ManuK) who read my entire fic to make sure I didn't mess up too badly and to @suometar who took a closer look to the spicy bits.

A last thank you to the @strangerthingsbigbang's mods who did their best to make sure everyone was having fun.

I started this BB thinking I was the only one that would have enjoyed my fic and I ended up with an amazing team and some old and new friends.

Can you see now why BBs are so addictive?

That said... my fic (Hidden Treasure) is posted and you can find it in the master post on the @strangerthingsbigbang's Tumblr page or on my AO3 page.

I hope you'll enjoy it.

For my part: I had a blast!

[asexual-spongebob]

ahoy mateys. I gave into my urge to make a tagr smeet for my siren au!! >:3. Their name is Kriska Marie, but she just goes by Ska, as that’s xyr favorite kind of music. (Fun fact: They picked out that nickname themself.)

I gave them colorful hair for good measure, just like her parents.

i feel like tak and gaz are like. actually cool parents and not embarrassing and cringey. Like they have cool mom reputation among the kids. Ska has a faint British accent because of Tak. And she calls Gaz mom and Tak mum fun fact. Xyr favorite uncle is Zim to Tak’s dismay. They commit arson together/hj

Very weird human, siren and irken hybrid. I’ll probably draw a siren version of them at some point, maybe late today when I get the chance.

Sev is like a sibling to her, and will defend xem for life. Sev is the 1# Ska defender.

They use a mixture of American and British slang, I guess you could say that she has a Mid Atlantic accent (accent with both American and British traits)

Xe enjoys annoying their uncle Dib. Dib doesn’t mind the tho.

She also likes it when Dib infodumps on cryptids.

And fun fact: Xyr favorite food is buttered noodles, with extra garlic.

They don’t like how Zim and Tak don’t exactly get along, as well, like I mentioned Zim is her favorite uncle (sorry Dibby.) and Tak’s xyr mum so you can probably imagine what that feels like-

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 06

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4089

Rating: 18+

~~~~~

Seokjin watched out of the corner of his eye as you read a paper, brow creased in concentration as you highlighted a section and added it to your ever growing pile of notes for your research project. You were absorbed in your work, allowing his gaze to linger on the way the fading sunlight highlighted your studious frame.

Things were mostly back to business as usual - you were no longer leaving right on time, and by your progress it seemed you'd been pouring even more hours into your project than before. With your other schoolwork, along with his own class, it seemed to indicate that you weren't wasting more of your time with anyone… unnecessary.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and a tendril of irritation spiked through his chest when you giggled at whatever was on your screen. Who was texting you? Was it Taehyung? Hadn't his words been enough to get you to realize the boy was no good for you?

"Ashley says she's gonna come by in a few minutes," you informed him, looking up and letting the light bring out the sparkle in your eyes. Seokjin hadn't noticed how stiff his shoulders had grown until they relaxed, and he smoothed his expression.

"Yes, I have exams to make her grade," he replied lightly, grateful you hadn't realized how tense he had been a second ago. You laughed at his words, and he selfishly wished that sound was for him alone.

"Poor Ashley," you said in a too-innocent tone. "Forced to pick up someone's slack."

You looked straight at him with an impish smile, one that wrapped itself around his thoughts and fed the twining shadows at the edges of his mind. His exchanges with you had been becoming more playful and teasing - more so than it should be, and yet Seokjin found himself unable to resist. No more than he could keep himself from occasionally touching your shoulder or arm, some strange part of him needing the reassurance that you were there, real and perfect.

Especially when you said something impertinent, as if you were begging him to put you in your place.

"Well, if my research assistant worked faster, maybe I would have more time for grading," he replied lightly, grinning at you in a way that made you bite your lip and duck your head. You made a valiant attempt at recovery, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh? So when you tell me I'm the best, you've been lying?" you asked with a cute pout, the jut of your lower lip drawing his gaze like a lure.

"I'd never lie to you," Seokjin replied seriously, holding your eyes with his. Well, at least, not unless it was for your own good.

You looked a little dazed at his words, flustered in a way that made Seokjin's chest purr. But before you could reply, his TA arrived.

"Ahoy mateys!" called Ashley as she strolled through the door with a grin, shattering whatever delicate atmosphere had accumulated. "Professor, I'm reporting for duty!"

You giggled at your elder's antics, and Seokjin couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or relieved at the interruption. He shouldn't have let his relationship with you grow so familiar, and yet if you weren't in his sight, incessant worry gnawed at the back of his thoughts in an irritating, constant buzz.

You were a kind person, and while it was one of the qualities he appreciated about you, it also made him wonder if others would take advantage of it. It was definitely possible for Taehyung to sweet talk you back into his arms, despite the slight… exaggeration he had made when describing seeing him with that other girl. That cursed image of your body pressed against the boy's flashed in his head, and he forced his hand to unclench.

And then there was that other boy, Jimin, who had the audacity to kiss you on the cheek after lecture. By your reaction, you hadn't been expecting it, and Seokjin bristled at the thought of the boy putting his grimy hands on you unprompted. Just how many vultures did he need to protect you from?

"Good luck, our dear professor is in rare form today," you said, shooting a mischievous grin at Seokjin and pulling him out of his perturbing thoughts. He gave a good natured scoff, hiding the way your words seeped into his veins, twining around his limbs like a gentle caress.

"When isn't he?" Ashley replied with a laugh, coming in to ruffle your hair before setting her backpack on the ground. Seokjin felt a surge of protective irritation at the casual contact, one that was surprising. He knew Ashley of all people was a good person, the action shouldn't have bothered him the way it did.

"When you're done beating an old man while he's down, I have papers for you," Seokjin complained, doing his best to shove his thoughts aside. He was being ridiculous.

But - Ashley liked women. Who was to say she wouldn't fall prey to your guileless charm? And as someone somewhat closer to being a peer than he was, she had more freedom to treat you as familiarly as she wanted.

"Yes boss," Ashley replied with a good-natured groan, grabbing the stack of stapled papers on his desk, oblivious to her professor's roiling thoughts.

An hour passed in relative silence, a calm atmosphere settling over the three of you. Occasionally the quiet was broken by a remark or query from one of his students, but otherwise the only sounds were the shuffling of papers, and scratching of pens, and the sound of you typing on your computer.

Seokjin found his eyes sliding over to you more often than necessary, unable to resist despite knowing that Ashley could look up at any time. There was a small wrinkle in your brow as you frowned at your screen in thought, and you were worrying your lip yet again.

Another vine in unfurled as he watched you absent-mindedly pluck a tube of chapstick from your pocket and swipe it over your lips, leaving them just a touch shinier than before. Your eyes flickered to meet his before he could look away, and he flashed a grin that made you smile bashfully in return.

He had bought that little plastic tube on whim while buying groceries, your little habit popping up in his mind when he spied the selection at the check-out counter. If the strawberry flavor he had picked happened to coincide with his favorite fruit, well, everyone liked strawberries. It was simply the most logical choice.

It should have been a strange gift to give to a student. But you had smiled so beautifully at his tiny gesture that any thought of regret fled instantly. If anything, Seokjin found himself resisting the urge to dote on you even more.

"The showcase is pretty soon, right?" asked Ashley absentmindedly as she twirled her pen in her fingers. You jumped a little as if forgetting she was there, then rushed to answer.

"Yeah! I can't believe almost an entire semester has gone by already," you said in tones of sincere surprise. "I feel like it went by so fast."

Seokjin smiled at the memory of you, bright-eyed and nervous at the door of the office. At the time, you had been just another student, indiscernible amongst a lecture of nearly one-hundred. And yet, you had burrowed your way into his affection. A smile here, a joke there, and each moment with you had embedded itself inside of him before he had even realized it was happening.

"You've come a long way," he agreed, chuckling when you ducked your head in embarrassment. A semester hadn't yet cured you of your awkwardness to compliments, another trait he found positively endearing.

"You really have!" said Ashley, nodding in agreement. "I hardly recognize the jumpy little freshman from my first recitation."

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, waving your hands as if to keep any praise from sticking to you. "Enough! I'm amazing, I get it!"

"Our little girl's all grown up," said Ashley with a fake sniffle, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "I'm so proud."

"Oh my god, shut up," you laughed, throwing a wad of paper at the older girl. "I can't believe I was ever intimidated by you."

"How dare you, I am incredibly intimidating," Ashley replied with a prim harumph. This time it was Seokjin who snorted, making you laugh harder.

It was nice to see you so cheerful and carefree, even if he had to share this moment with someone else. Your smile lit the room with bright sunshine, your laugh washing over him like warm rays. He was going to miss it, when you wrapped up this project.

Seokjin's good mood dampened at the realization that the showcase was only a couple weeks away, the ending of this surprisingly addicting partnership in sight. He did believe you had a good chance of winning, though he was excused from the judging due to being your mentoring professor.

He was leaning heavily toward offering you a continued position - your work was exemplary, and the knot of worry in his chest eased at the prospect of being able to continue looking out for you.

You made up his mind when you turned and gave him a tentative grin. "I'm actually already planning on signing up for Global Change II next semester. If you're not sick of me yet."

Warmth seeped into his chest at your words, and he couldn't stop the smile from taking over his face.

"Impossible," he said warmly, holding your gaze long enough for you to begin to fidget and look away. Then, to cover his lapse, he cast his eyes towards Ashley. "Unlike this one here, who I just can't seem to shake."

Ashley's indignant squawk joined your bubbling laughter, and for a little while everything was right in the world.

~~~~~

"Yes, that looks good," nodded Seokjin, looking over your shoulder at the computer screen. You were working on formatting your poster for the showcase, and he was impressed by your attention to detail. Your graphics were far better than he would normally expect of someone in their first year, though he'd already seen first-hand just how dedicated you were.

"You don't think it's too wordy?" you asked fretfully, pointing at your methods section as he hovered behind you.

He knew he was leaning a little closer into you than was strictly necessary, but he couldn't help it. You didn't wear perfume, but the faint, flowery scent of your shampoo seemed to seep through his pores and leave behind a sweet ache he wasn't sure would ever go away.

It wasn't like he was going to do anything, so surely he could indulge himself in these innocuous ways, right?

"Dr. Kim?"

Your voice broke him out of his dangerous thoughts into an even more perilous reality, and he realized that in his distraction he had hovered even closer. Close enough to count the lashes bordering your eyes, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. Closer and closer you came, and Seokjin found himself unable to move, unable to do anything but savor the soft whisper of your breath against his skin.

Your lips were soft and insidiously sweet, and before he could stop himself he was kissing you back. It was intoxicating, and he felt the ache in his chest recede even as those dark vines wrapped further around his heart.

You let out the sweetest, most beautiful sigh against his lips and suddenly he came to his senses, stumbling away from the edge of the abyss he desperately wanted him to fall into. It took all of his self control to back away, to keep himself from devouring you the way the mass in his chest demanded.

He looked at you and wished he hadn't, as your blissful expression rapidly shifted from confused to horrified to heartbroken.

Every fiber of his being demanded for him to rush forward and gather you in his arms when your lips began to tremble. Yet all he could do was stare at you, rooted to the spot while you spluttered apologies, gathered your things in a haphazard rush, and fled out the door.

His lips tingled, and when he swiped his tongue over them he could still taste the faint flavor of your fruity chapstick.

Fuck.

Fuck.

~~~~~

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

You were such a fucking idiot. Why had you done that? Well okay, you knew why but fuck your body and its lack of impulse control.

But how were you supposed to think rationally when he was that close, his body heat washing over you in warm waves and his woody cologne consuming your senses? It felt like his proximity always made your brain shut down, especially since the day he had so matter-of-factly said he thought you were beautiful.

And he had been so - so attentive lately, the look in his eyes warm enough to send tingles down your spine. The sporadic little gifts, the random touches, his gentle teasing, everything your professor did went straight to your head and heart, filling you with what you now realized was hubris.

How had you deluded yourself into thinking he felt anything for you other than whatever normal fondness a mentor might have for their charge? You were such an idiot.

When you threw yourself into the scant sanctuary of your dorm, you were relieved to see that Sierra wasn't back yet. There was no one here to see you throw yourself face down onto your bed and scream into your pillow.

You hadn't realized how close Dr. Kim had been standing until you turned to speak to him more directly, and when you met his gaze, the look in his eyes had ensnared you completely. You had found yourself hypnotized, no more able to resist his pull than the tides could deny the moon.

Your breathing slowed as you recalled just how soft and full his lips were, how he was standing so close that all you needed was an inch to be in his arms. With a start, you realized - he had kissed you back. For a brief, wonderful moment, your professor's lips had pressed deeper against your own with a warmth that set you aglow. Before he had backed away from you and stared as if you had grown two heads.

Oh no, what if it was because you were a bad kisser? You only had Taehyung for reference, what if he never said anything because he didn't want to offend you?

Shit, you couldn't just hide in your room and cease to exist. There was no way you could avoid Dr. Kim for the rest of your life and pretend you hadn't just done one of the stupidest things imaginable. The best you could do was beg for his forgiveness and hope you hadn't ruined everything.

With your heart pounding, mind racing, and stomach churning, you pulled out your phone. You had his number in case you needed to coordinate meetings/lab timings, though you rarely used it because you didn't want to bother him.

You I am so, so sorry I don't know what I was thinking

Dr. Kim Hey, it's okay

You I didn't mean to put you in that kind of position I hope you don't think I'm that type of person

Dr. Kim [Y/n], I know you're not Please don't worry about it

You You must be thinking so many terrible things about me And I probably deserve it I know you just see me as like some college kid and me throwing myself at you like that was so stupid I'm so sorry

Dr. Kim Don't say things like that

You I'm so embarrassed I just Please let me finish out the project and then I promise never bother you again I'm so sorry

Dr. Kim [Y/n] Stop You're never a bother If I'm being honest… it wasn't completely unwelcome

You Really?

Dr. Kim Yes But it can't happen again I could lose my job And besides what you had to deal with earlier in the semester, it wouldn't be good for your academic career either You're a brilliant, driven, and hard-working person, [y/n], I would hate for anyone to think you didn't earn everything you've achieved up to now

You I understand Thank you for being so kind You don't have to say all that just to make me feel better

Dr. Kim Please stop beating yourself up about this Nothing I said was a lie

You I'm sorry again I can drop your class for next semester if you don't want me there

Dr. Kim Nonsense The only thing that's upsetting me is that you're beating yourself up about this so much I want you there And I was going to ask you after the showcase, but I do have the funding if you would like to continue doing research with me

You What? Really? Are you sure?

Dr. Kim No, I'm Kim Seokjin

You …

Dr. Kim Struck speechless by how your professor is both brilliant and witty I understand Seriously speaking though, yes I am 100% sure I would love to continue working with you

You Ha ha ha Then absolutely, thank you so much!! I'll try to be normal

Dr. Kim But you're not normal, you're extraordinary :)

You Professor!!! You can't say things like that!

Dr. Kim I can't make true statements about the top student in my course?

You ;aljfasljfjs You're the worst I'm not sorry anymore

Dr. Kim Cute I'll see you in office hours

You stared at your phone, heart pounding and mind racing. Cute? CUTE???? What did he mean by that? Did he even mean to mean anything by that? No, he couldn't have, he had literally just told you it couldn't happen again. But he had also confirmed that he liked kissing you. Oh god, what were you doing?

With an anguished groan, you locked your phone and tossed it into your bag. He was right, it had been a stupid thing to do that could have ruined everything either of you had worked for. You weren't about to throw away your hopes and dreams for a beautiful professor who made you feel like the only person in the world when he looked at you.

Five seconds later your phone was back in your hands as you read and reread the exchange like a conspiracy theorist looking for proof of the Illuminati. You were a stupid bitch.

~~~~~

This was torture. Of the sweetest kind, perhaps, but torture nonetheless.

You nibbled your lip, and Seokjin felt his tongue flick out to wet his own as he remembered just how soft they had been.

Things had gone more or less back to normal between the two of you, other than a few awkward pauses and silences here and there. If there were a few lingering stares or an air of words left unsaid, no one needed to know. True to your word, you made no further attempts to touch him, kiss him, or even to be alone with him, really. He should have been relieved.

Unfortunately, you were more tantalizing than any drug and now that he had gotten a taste he couldn't get you out of his head. He found himself thinking of you more and more, craving the honey of your voice, the innocent and yet forbidden feel of your lips against his.

To all appearances, Seokjin's placid demeanor was that of a still ocean. But underneath the calm facade was a roiling mass of emotions, desire warring with affection warring with disgust at himself.

You shifted slightly in your seat, crossing one bare leg over the other. He swallowed, eyes raking down your skin before tearing his gaze away and back to the papers he was supposed to be grading.

Sure, maybe the air conditioning set by the building was a bit lacking in his office, but did you really have to torture him like this? Despite a long gulp from his water bottle, he couldn't get rid of the dryness in his throat, or the thirst that seemed to grow day by day.

"Achoo!"

He chuckled at the cute way you wrinkled your nose and glanced at him after your sneeze, and your embarrassed expression turned into a pout.

"Wow, your prized student could be dying and you just laugh," you grumbled, crossing your arms. Seokjin grinned, trying not to stare at the tantalizing jut of your lower lip. Then he strode over to you, pulled along by those creeping tendrils he couldn't find it in himself to cut away.

"Oh?" he teased, reaching forward to press his hand against your forehead. He felt your face heat up at his proximity, eyes wide in surprise, and something dark purred in his chest. "Hmm, I guess you are a little warm."

Your face somehow flamed even hotter and you gave him a light shove that was clearly not meant to move him at all. He didn't budge, despite every rational part of his mind begging him to back off and stop sending you mixed signals. The other part of him felt electric, relishing in the softness of your skin, the warmth seeping off of your body, and the way you were so clearly affected by his actions.

"P-professor," you spluttered, eyes darting anywhere but at his face. You drew your lower lip between your teeth, worrying at the plump flesh, and his gaze sharpened.

"Are you sure you're not getting sick?" he asked in mock-concern, taking the opportunity to stare hungrily at your mouth while you looked away. You were so close, all it would take was a few inches to close the distance and taste your lips again.

Seokjin's brain chose that moment to finally catch up with his body, and he stepped away, feeling his ears go hot.

"Well, it doesn't feel too bad," he said, clearing his throat. You blinked at him, slow and confused and dangerously endearing. "Have you been eating well?"

You began to giggle at his stuffy question, and he wondered if he could get drunk off the sound.

"The same as always," you said softly, gaze flicking up to meet his eyes with a smile. It lasted just a split second, and yet Jin felt time freeze as he felt those vines begin to pull him back under. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and retreated back to his desk.

"You should take better care of yourself," he said when he was safely restrained by the breadth of space and wood furniture between the two of you. A tiny part of him wanted to tell you to run away from him, long and far. He ignored it.

"I'm fine," you said with a shrug, echoing your words at the coffee shop a few weeks prior. "You don't need to worry about me."

All Seokjin could do was sigh, aware that he wasn't really in a position to insist, especially considering he was the one who had shut down the kiss that never ceased plaguing his mind.

But how could he not worry? You were special, and the possibility of some college idiot taking advantage of your sweet nature was all too realistic. Of Taehyung, kissing your lips, swallowing your pretty sighs, of touching you in ways he had no right to.

Seokjin's jaw clenched. As if some eighteen-year-old whelp would be able to treasure you like you deserved, to touch you the way you needed, to make you -

"Professor?"

Your voice halted his spiraling thoughts, and for a moment all he could do was stare, trying not to think about how your body would feel pressed against his own, what sounds and reactions he could elicit from you. He licked his lips involuntarily, and by the way your eyes followed the movement he could tell you hadn't forgotten, either.

Fuck. You were so beautiful, lips softer than the petals of any flower. He wanted to be the one to make you bloom, for your thoughts to be as consumed as his own.

Even if that couldn't be the case, he could at least protect you. Seokjin would guide you, give you advice, steer you from those that might pluck you away and crush you under their undeserving feet. Anything to keep that smile on your face, and those lovely eyes fixed on him.

Anything for you.

~~~~~

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[captain-lotl]

✗ Ahoy maties! ✗

The name's Captain Rocket! And I'm the prince of the Seven Seas! The ocean is under the command of myself and my father! I hail from a kingdom half sunken under the waters! If anyone knows the oceans, it's me! And did you REALLY think all merdemons were gone? Wrong! Because I'm one too! I wonder... No. Let's have some fun! [Also featured: K. Zuka and Sunkenhammer]

🏴‍☠️ Some ship rules, matey! -> If you wanna ask me naughty then uh.... I guess you can! -> Kindness is key! I won't tolerate any disrespect on my ship! -> I'll have Sunken take care of ya if you try anything. -> I'll come back with more later...

-> YAY YIPPIE WAHOO!!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY HE'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!!!! -> Captain Rocket is involved with @gladiator-sun [Who's run by my friend Disco]!!!!! -> Captain Rocket and Captain Valk do NOT know each other, although Captain Rocket knows Mermaid Dom [Valk still believes that Dom is the only merdemon left] -> If you think he's gonna be something big and scary.... Well he can be!!!! But he's honestly just a cutie patootie... -> HCs and AU stuff galore!!!!! -> IC answers will be in GREEN -> OOC answers will be COLORLESS -> Lore/HCs post: Seafoam Rocket / K. Zuka / Sunkenhammer -> I follow from "windy-trickster" -> Enjoy!!!!

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Stage 7- Pirate AU

Ahoy, matey! While the peloton rolls over some lovely hills, the competitors for the maillot chispeante will be rolling over the waves of the high seas they put their efforts towards crafting a pirate AU.

Ship-to-ship combat! Swashbuckling heroics! No one gets scurvy? Maybe you could even set it in space? Let your imagination run wild here and have fun.

There is no minimum word count for this stage. Please reach out via Tumblr or Discord if you have any questions.

[scoops-aboy86]

Ahoy, Matey!

This is basically a fandom wg kink blog. Posts along those lines will be tagged #wg steddie (or "wg [pairing]" in general) so that, in the spirit of "don't like don't read," it's just as easy to block as it is to follow.

😊 Curate your own experience as needed on the internet's premier curate-your-own-experience website. 😊 🔞

I do have a permanent tag list for when I post fic. If you would like to be added to that (or a tag list for a specific ongoing story), let me know in a comment, hashtag, or message.

Other tags:

#chubby eddie munson and #chubby steve harrington - because I swing both ways 😜 and these are kind of catch-alls regardless of weight (i.e. chubby vs fat), since they seem to be the most popular tags

#scoops words - all of my writing

#ask - replies to asks, I'm always open to rambling about my brainrot!

#scoops scoop - about me

Fic list below the cut!

Steddie Microfics:

March prompt 'pin' and standalone B side (both on ao3)

March bonus round prompt 'birthday' (also on ao3)

April prompt 'fool' (on ao3)

May prompt 'top' (on ao3)

June prompt ‘stuff’ (on ao3)

July prompt ‘one’ (on ao3)

August prompt 'plug' (on ao3)

September prompt ‘shower’ (on ao3)

October prompt ‘dress’ (on ao3)

November prompt ‘guard’ (on ao3)

Chaptered Fics:

do not unwrap fic - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (on ao3)

window fic - 1, 2 (on ao3)

love spell no go au (on ao3)

not dating - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (on ao3)

Steddie Week 2024 (not wg related):

july 1: secret admirer (entire work on ao3, now complete)

july 2: by the heart, pt 2 of secret admirer

july 3: see you everywhere, pt 3 of secret admirer

july 4: just keeping life & soul together, pt 4 of secret admirer

july 5: realize you're living, pt 5 of secret admirer

july 6: crushing, pt 6 of secret admirer

july 7: if you were serious, pt 7 of secret admirer

i want to, part 8 of secret admirer

break free, part 9 of secret admirer

epilogue of secret admirer

September 2024 (a mix of Steddie's Summer Back to School Bash, Smutty Steddie September, and Soft Steddie September prompt fills)

sep 1: some turbulence ahead (on ao3)

sep 2: last party of the summer (on ao3)

sep 3: hot & heavy (on ao3)

sep 4: your smile is my favorite (on ao3)

sep 5:

Other Fics:

witness protection wg au, cowritten with @hotluncheddie

office wg au, cowritten with @hotluncheddie (on ao3)

glory days, glory nights fic (on ao3)

cruise wg au(s) (the 7k one is also on ao3)

steve's grown out of everything but his sweatpants (on ao3)

wg milk fic, cowritten with @hotluncheddie

love language (on ao3)

the bet (on ao3)

all about the bounce in my step pt 1, pt 2, pt 3 in progress (on ao3)

kitchen pig (on ao3)

the funnel (on ao3)

rockstar decades (on ao3)

stuckage prompt (chubby eddie one on ao3, chubby steve one on ao3)

unforgettable findings (on ao3)

entwined, growing into us (on ao3)

wear it like a collar, like a ring, like a lock (and toss the key) (on ao3)

[making-my-wey-down-town]

Slides this in-

Happy Mermay y’all, I’m back and drawing my sirens as an peace offering.

Somebody very happy to see you, while the other…. Needs some time.

[yakkyrwhackr]

Drafting up a Swashbuckling Sonic AU

[quitethepirategal]

[ shield ]  ~  ( the sender drags receiver behind them to keep them safe. )

                                                                                                               ~   ( @emcads​ )

   Another crowded inn.        Another sea of heads. 

   This port town was seedy enough to service both merchant vessels and the less organized of the smugglers.  Drunkards filled the pubs and bars and sailors fought and fucked where they could get one.  And while that was, for now, a good thing, meaning Jess and her captain could conduct business in relative peace, it also meant that her crew mates were more akin to fish out of water than usual.  While the time they intended to spend here was short, the “ girls ” of The Venganza found themselves no less set adrift in this cesspool, waist deep in an ocean of men.

   Captain Esmeralda was smart enough, or perhaps just kind enough, not to force any of the crew to accompany her on her outing.  But Jess was built like a stack of oak barrels and stood a head taller than all on deck.  Only made since to bring her along as the muscle.  Her job today was simple; no salves or oils or tea blends this time.    They were meeting a contact in the corner of the pub to trade for information on an inbound treasure ship.  Worth the trouble for the chance at such pretty prey.  She just needed to look as intimidating as she could manage and help insure that the transaction came through safe and smooth. 

   But suddenly a little arm pushed at her waist, placing the captain in between Jess and the rest of the large sorted crowd.  Alert, the red head fixed her stance to a ready one, and scanned the room intently for the source of what the captain perceived as a danger.  But-

     ...Just a moment.            It was Jessica’s job to be the guard dog.

   Why is the captain defending HER?  And from what exactly?  Jessica couldn’t hear a damned thing over the crushing drone of the party clamor anyway but even looking around she saw nothing out of place.  Her eyes trace the captain’s hateful gaze to a table of laughing old men- why?  What danger did they-    Poor Jess couldn’t form the words to ask her captain what was wrong before the men at the table locked eyes with her.  Not with each other or other patrons or even Captain Esme.  Her.

  They were still laughing or grinning or both, and two of them even waved at her coyly.  Creepily.  The fifth stood from his chair with a slobbered smile and seemed to shout something and pull open his shirt.  There was no reading his spitting lips from there and the roar of the pub rendered him silent but... that gesture...    Jess sheepishly glanced down at the shirt she was in.  She choose it because of the summer heat and the lack of sleeves made her look more threatening than usual.... but it only now occurred to her.. how low cut the garment was..

     “ I’d forgotten how ta dress with buffoons in mind! ”  she snarled, shooting them a hateful growl and buttoning her shirt with her shaking hands.  She spoke less out of urgency and more out of needing just something, anything else to think about lest her temper boil to rage.

     “ Is that contact o’ yours at a table already            or are we ta wait as wallflowers all night?! ”

[hyperionswrath--archived]

A Hunt For Treasure - open Final Fantasy Pirate AU starter

The wind was stiff, blowing in his hair as Seifer pulled out his spyglass, glancing over to the island they were headed at. The Cerberus speeded along steady and sturdy as per usual, his first mate Rai-jin steering her with seasoned habitude. "We'll be reaching the destination soon, ya know?" the broad man called over his shoulder, earning him an acknowledging grunt from his blond captain. If no one interfered, they might be able to salvage the loot and be on their merry way soon enough.

[rainwalker-dragonblade29]

I know it's off time but have pirate Raya...

Modern Au, 12 am in Namaari's home. Raya is basically a ball of energy :)

Raya, jumping up on Namaari, and talking like a pirate: Ahoy Matey!

Namaari, startled and still drowsy: Aaah! Raya! What the hell— how on earth did you even get into my room?

Raya, now literally sitting on Namaari who's in bed: I'd be darned... I made me way in through your window of course.

Namaari: And why would you choose to bother me at this hour? And what's with your accent?

Raya: Well, m' hartey it's international Talk Like A Pirate Day! Why in blazes would you be sleeping at this hour?

Namaari: Because it's 12. I adore the enthusiasm but can this really not wait till morning?

Raya: Morning? A pirate never waits till morning! Not when there's an adventure to be had at night!!!!

Namaari: What sort of adventure are you cooking up this time?

Raya, sheepishly and going all cute, and dropping the accent: can we have a movie night?

Namaari, laughing and speaking in pirate: Now that I'm awake me hearty, I don't see why not? Mind getting off of me so I can atleast make popcorn?

Raya, scrambling off of her: Oops.

[goodomenslady]

Good Omens Fic Rec List 12a

Ahoy, mateys! This is the first of a two-part special edition featuring pirates. Naturally, all E-rated fics are guaranteed top Crowley/bottom Aziraphale.

1. Ten Fathoms Deep on the Road to Hell by @aziraphalelookedwretched Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21823051 Rating:  G Word Count:  2,575 (one-shot) This is a simply lovely fic where Crowley comes to his angel's rescue. Aziraphale has been assigned by Heaven to be a captain in the Royal Navy and he hates it. So, so much. The crew despises him for not being tough enough and the work is drudgery. Sighting Crowley's pirate ship is a relief, particularly when it's shown that they have a hostage, and Crowley's willing to make a trade in exchange for someone valuable, someone of high rank, someone like, say, a captain. I was as relieved to see Aziraphale get off that Navy ship as he was!

2. A Man Upon the Land by lilyaceae Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/18385709 Rating:  T Word Count: 3,568 (one-shot) Human AU. This is a gem of a story, in which Aziraphale is a selkie searching for his missing coat, and Crowley the ship's captain helping him in his travels. Aziraphale has hidden his true nature, but he can't hide the growing love in his heart for the handsome captain, and Crowley harbors the same feelings for his mysterious passenger. Just as Aziraphale is in reach of his goal, pirates charge in to wreak havoc, and Crowley can't understand why Aziraphale is so determined to risk life and limb for...whatever it is he's looking for. This story was published before the show aired, so the physical descriptions are a little bit different from what many of us have become used to, but Aziraphale is still plump and lovely, and Crowley handsome and dashing, so it's all good.

3. To the Victor Goes the Spoils by @quefish77 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21142742 Rating: E Word Count:  4,356 (one-shot) Aziraphale and Crowley indulge in some pirate roleplay, complete with swordfighting, and culminating with sexy times in a miracled ship captain's private quarters. They really get into their roles here as fellow pirate captains, playing around with a story of Aziraphale's invention. Swordplay follows, and to the victor, namely Crowley, goes the spoils. And he has some very particular favors to ask of his defeated rival. Some excellent smut ensues.

4. Cast Away (And Picked Up) by @zaxal Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/29158977 Rating:  E Word Count:  2,526 (one-shot) Aziraphale has been marooned on an island for over a year, but he makes the best of it, enjoying it as a much-needed holiday, when he is rescued by pirates. And who should be captain of the ship, but Crowley, much to the delight of them both. After they put on a little show for the benefit of the crew, of captive-promising-the-captain-whatever-he-wants, they retire to the cabin, and because they've missed each other dreadfully, Aziraphale delivers on his promise to both their satisfactions. Hot and steamy!

5. Sail Home to Me by @sad-wendigo and @unproblematicme Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22699897 Rating:  E Word Count:  21,284 (5/5 chapters, complete) Human AU. Aziraphale is a scholar, until his island his attacked by pirates and he's captured. To his surprise, the captain is his long-lost sweetheart Crowley, who has become a fearsome pirate. He's under the impression that Aziraphale left him while Aziraphale is equally convinced that it was the other way around and Crowley is the one who left. Turbulent emotions flare as the former lovers re-ignite their passion and revive old quarrels, leading Aziraphale to flee and Crowley to pursue. Stubborn feisty Aziraphale, commanding and fierce Crowley, they perfectly complement each other. Riveting and passionate, with a  secret from the past revealed which changes everything.