#as for main... it goes down with the ship. there's just too much shit on this blog to organize and archive.

[dragonboyteeth]

I know I've mentioned this before, and it's not like this website is immediately going away or anything, but if there was another place I could go I would have gone already. Nothing fills the same niche for me. I've got other places, I have have them linked in my pinned (edit: forgot I changed my pinned, so they're not even there anymore umu), but I don't really use them and definitely not in the same way I use Tumblr. Only other thing I use as much is Discord, and that serves a completely different purpose for me, ever since I joined Discord I've used it in tandem with Tumblr, two parts to an irreplaceable whole.

I'm not panicking, just... Things really aren't gonna turn around, are they? It's just a matter of time. I'm losing a platform that has been integral to my life.

I hope you all have fun on Instagram, I guess.

[floatmeintothesun-2]

Wildfire

pairing; Mark Grayson x f!reader

tags: Smut, aphrodisiacs, , wc 3.9k, doggy style, oral sex (m and f receiving) cream pie, soft mark Grayson, mark gets in there :p, established relationship

tw: none

Quick summary; Mark comes to your place late at night, desperate and needy from the effects of an aphrodisiac (the result is a difficulty to walk afterward)

—

You know there’s something wrong the moment Mark raps desperately at your window. 

It’s been a long week and you had been looking forward to this – pampering yourself with a long everything shower and splurging on soft store-bought gelato while you binge trashy shows off of the internet with your trusty laptop. 

 Mark floats outside, looking agitated, eyes tracking you with unwavering intensity as you draw closer. When you open the window, you can see that he’s unnaturally flushed, sweat beading on his skin despite the chill outside. He looks a little worse for wear, but overall, you can’t see any glaringly obvious injuries.

As soon as you open the window he’s climbing inside clumsily, surging toward you with a desperate sound. 

“Baby, I – shit, got – got hit with something outside,” He stutters, stumbling over his own words and he practically plasters himself to you and goes limp. You nearly go down with him, having not expected to be saddled with 210 pounds of alien boyfriend. “I don’t ��� feels weird.” Mark looks at you pleadingly and you grow worried. Is he concussed? It takes a lot to actually hurt him, and for a second, you wonder if someone threw a cruise ship at him again.

He’s being pretty handsy too, squeezing at your hips, ghosting his lips over your cheek and forehead. Normally you wouldn’t mind – you’d welcome it, really, but right now, your main concern is whether or not Mark is injured somehow.

“Mark? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” You ask frantically, placing a hand on his cheek and he groans, leaning into your palm. His head tilts down, forehead meeting your shoulder as he trembles minutely, hands smoothing down your ribs and squeezing at your hips. Your breath hitches as he drags the tip of his nose over your neck.

“No, nonono, I just – I feel hot, wanna feel you, s’like it’s burning me up from the inside,” He slurs against your pulse point, lips pressing to your carotid artery, feverish in its temperature. Mark is almost crushing you to his chest as if he can’t live without your skin on his, as if he’s trying to open up his ribs and tuck you into the space next to his heart. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated so much until you can just barely see that gorgeous warm brown you love so much. “Fuck – I’m so hot. Feels better when you touch me.”

Your jaw drops as he nuzzles against you, disbelief and incredulous shock surging up inside you. Are you serious? This sounds like a corny freaking romance novel. Is this really a – 

“Mark did you get shot with a freaking aphrodisiac??” You ask, hardly believing it as Mark pauses in his relentless marking of your neck. God, you’re going to look like a tiger mauled you or something tomorrow. He squints at you.

“Mmaybe. Robot mentioned something like that I think… I wasn’t listening. He told me to go blow off some steam.” He admits slowly with a shrug. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. “ Mark tries to kiss you again but you put a hand to his lips, making him sigh and lean into your palm.

“Hold up. Is there a way to fix this? Did Robot tell you to do anything else?” You ask and Mark wrinkles his nose

“Probably. Said something about physical touch and uh, sex.” He winces. “By the way, do you..? S’not necessary, I think. I was gonna ask earlier but I got distracted.” You blink at him, and he raises his eyebrows.

Since he's been off doing his usual saving of the world and other worlds in space and other other worlds in even deeper space, etc, you've barely seen him all this week. And here he is now, practically draped over you, stubbornly sticking to you like a barnacle. And while you've made do with your trusty vibrator, it's not comparable to the way he feels. 

Also, you've just really, really, really missed him. 

"I mean. I'm down. If it uh, cures you faster then it's fine with me." You reply, ignoring the way sticky heat pools between your thighs at the thought. God, you don't want to sound like a sex-deprived freak but you've been needing him for a while. Mark frowns.

"I don't want it just to be for me," He says in a clear effort to cut through the haze of incredible horniness that is undoubtedly clouding his mind. "If you're not comfortable– "

"Mark. I don't know how else to say this but if you don't do something in the next three minutes, I might jump your bones. What I'm trying to say is that I am willing. Very willing." You confess and he blinks. You blink back at him. Then he laughs and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours with a relieved little sigh. You melt into him and Mark closes his eyes.

It starts off sweet, soft and gentle as Mark licks at the soft swell of your bottom lip as if asking for permission. It always does – Mark is, at his core, a wonderfully sweet, gorgeous person. But you’re greedy and he needs more, so you press closer, opening your mouth. He groans, his hands squeezing your hips.

Heat coils into your lower stomach as he swallows your moans and moves his tongue into your mouth. It’s messy and slow and when you press your hips against his, he makes a muted hiss of pleasure, fingers tightening on your skin.

It’s easy to follow his lead as he presses closer, your head growing fuzzy as you belatedly remember that you do eventually have to come up for air. You tap the side of his arm lightly and he pulls back, not even out of breath but looking equally as wrecked as you feel. His eyes rake down your body, taking in your soft skin, your figure covered in nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe, smelling of his body wash — smelling like him.

“Bed?” He asks desperately and you nod. You don’t know if the aphrodisiac affecting Mark is contagious but you feel yourself getting embarrassingly wet after a few kisses and you’re pretty sure Mark’s halfway to just grinding against you like a cat in heat. He scoops you up easily like you weigh a couple of grapes and you blink — only to find yourself nestled in bed a second later. 

Mark is already on top of you, somehow halfway done with taking off that stupidly tight suit that shows off his impressive musculature and toned body. He peels off the legs of the suit quickly, kicking it off and leaning down to kiss you again, and again. The noise of quiet relief he makes when he rips away his jockstrap may very well be the most ridiculously sexy thing you’ve heard.  Your hands are already grasping at his pecs, squeezing and pinching, drawing a muffled whimper from the freaking alien currently in the process of divesting your robes from your body. 

“Shit — baby, take this off, take this off now, please,” he begs, fiddling with the knot you’ve tied at the front of your robe. His hands are clumsy and you reach down to do it yourself, figuring that it’s a little unfair to have Mark be the only one naked here. Once you manage to open it up and toss it away, he’s palming at your tits, leaning down to pop one in his mouth while the other is squeezed gently with his other hand.

It feels like fire, his searing tongue drawing circles around your areola and you whine, eyes squeezing shut as a hand comes down to find your clit. It takes a couple of tries but Mark locates the little bead and uses the pad of his thumb to swipe over it, moaning desperately into your skin. There’s a hot coil of bliss building in your gut, tight and expanding with every moment Mark keeps his mouth on your tit.

“Mark — oh god, I’m gonna — nnshit, I’m gonna cum,” you warn shakily and he whimpers at your words, pulling off your breast so he can kiss you messily. It doesn’t quite land and he ends up kissing the corner of your mouth but it’s fine, you don’t care, not when his thumb is rubbing figure eights on your clit. 

“Cum, then, I wanna see you. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on these fingers,” he murmurs against your cheek, and you nearly sob when you feel a thick finger press against your cunt. Your hips buck as he drags his sopping finger in and out, curving and hooking against your g-spot, the palm of his hand fixed to your clit. “You feel so — so wet, baby. M’gonna add another, okay?” He says, and you nod frantically.

God he feels so fucking good, the stretch is unimaginably delicious as he adds another finger, pace unrelenting as he pumps his digits into your dripping cunt. It feels so much better than your own fingers, thicker and longer, able to hit that one gummy spot inside of you that makes you keen. It’s almost blinding and you tremble as a tidal wave swamps over you, overwhelming and hot like a freaking supernova.

Mark kisses your stomach, nearly reverent in the way he maps a path of wet open-mouthed kisses down your abdomen. He pulls his fingers free from you and pops them in his mouth absentmindedly like he barely even thinks about the motion even though just the sight of that makes you almost cum a second time. 

“So pretty, so so pretty.” He mumbles, dragging his tongue across your inner thigh. While you blink stars out of your vision, he leans down, gently scooping your juices up with his tongue and swallowing them, tracing the outside of your pussy and cleaning you up with the single-minded focus of a man on a mission. You tremble through the aftershocks as he presses a shaky kiss to the hood of your clit.

“Fuck, Mark.” You breathe, carding a hand through short fluffy black hair and bringing him up so you can kiss him. He tastes like you – faintly tangy, slick and he hums quietly against you before drawing away.

“Good?” He rasps, and you nod, cupping his jaw and cheek with your hands. He closes his eyes briefly; if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was calming down. He’s still sweating though – burning hot and so, so needy even though he’s trying to hide it. 

“C’mere, pretty boy,” You croon, reaching down and gently curling around the base of him. He’s silky to the touch and thick, and no matter how often you do this, you’ll probably never stop wondering how you’ll take it. He whines, bowing his head until his forehead meets your shoulder, hips fucking into your palm as you press your thumb to the head, rolling back the foreskin there. “I got you, took care of me so well, baby. I’m gonna take care of you now. Just relax.”

He makes a ragged sound, shuddering as you pump him slowly, his face screwed up in pure relief and bliss. You push him back gently, guiding him until you’re on your knees and he’s sitting back, legs spread. His cock twitches in your palm, practically dripping like a leaky shampoo bottle. The sounds he’s making are heavenly, and you mentally resolve to keep them locked away in your mind forever.

You kiss his tip, working your way down with teasing little sucks and licks until you’re at the base, hand gently working at his balls. Mark draws in a ragged breath, trembling as you mouth at his cock.

“Stop– Don’t tease me please, baby,” He hisses, his hips bucking up when you drag your tongue along the underside. “Oh fuck –come on, feels so good…” 

You obey, if only because he’s starting to look desperate, and you can tell he’s halfway at his breaking point. He’s wonderfully thick, filling your mouth with a satisfying heaviness and Mark throws his head back with a long, drawn-out moan. A hand settles on the back of your head, thick thighs framing your body as you inhale through your nose and go deeper. 

“God – shit! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, keep going, uh huh, just like that. ” He rasps, digging his hands into your lovely bedsheets. It’s a bit rough – his hips keep jerking up into your hot mouth even though he babbles out apologies hastily afterward, and his cock drags a bit too far every so often but fuck, it’s good. You don’t know if you can cum from just sucking dick, but if anything, you know that you’re well on your way to finding out. He sounds so out of it already, his voice quivering as he pushes you down further, just a little bit. “Nn– oh god, oh god, you’re so good for me, so good to me. Shit, is that the back of your throat?”

You take the hint, inhaling and swallowing until you physically can’t anymore, jerking off what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand. With the other hand, you play with your clit, moaning muffledly and Mark swears, no doubt feeling the vibrations from your voice. You think he’s still talking, having always been pretty vocal while fucking you into the mattress or buried in your cunt, but you can’t really make it out through the sound of you messily choking on him.

You can feel him shift above you, the grip in his hair tightening slightly. 

“Oh fuck are you — “ He cums. A lot. You gag, having not expected it and a strangled, low sound erupts from Mark’s chest. You swallow what you can, astounded by the sheer amount as your boyfriend hisses swears and unintelligible gasps.

You swirl your tongue around the tip one last time to make sure he’s done before pulling off of him with a slight pop. He looks wrecked, hot and sweaty, thighs still spread wide. His fat cock is still hard, flushed at the tip and leaking slightly. God, you’ve never met a man with a prettier dick than Mark. 

While he blinks listlessly at the ceiling, you busy yourself with suckling at his balls, rolling and massaging the skin gently as he finally manages to regain lucidity. 

“Baby. Fuck, so — you’re so good. So good.” He mumbles, and you can feel the embers flickering in your lower stomach at his praise. Two strong hands gently pull you up, and you find yourself situated in Mark’s lap, complete with him peppering feverish kisses to your neck and face.

“How do you feel?” You ask and he closes his eyes.

“Like I just had one of the best orgasms in my life. Also super horny. Like. I just — can I fuck you now? Please?” He asks desperately and you look down at his cock. It’s still hard. You’re not sure if he skipped the refractory period all together or literally just got over it super fast. That’s probably an effect of the aphrodisiac. Also holy fuck.

“Jesus. Yes. Please.” You manage, and he kisses you again, soft and gentle as he lays you out over your bed. It feels like reassurance — a quiet reminder. I love you, I love you, I love you. 

“Gorgeous.” He mumbles, crawling on top of you and wrapping a hand around his swollen cock. Mark braces an elbow over your head, giving himself a few short pumps before grinding the tip of his dick against your clit. You nearly cry as he just keeps rubbing against you, slick and hard and you want him inside now. He is smearing pre cum over your clit and while it feels so freaking good, it’s not what you want. 

“Mark — please.” You whisper and he presses a kiss to your stomach.

“Okay. Okay — I got you. I got you.” He murmurs, notching the head at your pussy and slowly pushing inside. You squeeze your eyes shut and inhale tightly through your teeth as you feel the first inch or two squeeze in. You’re probably wetter than the Niagara Falls right now — courtesy of Mark fingering you and eating you out + whatever slickness that was there beforehand but god, the stretch is still intense.

“Crap. Fuuuck.” You hiss and Mark kisses your brow.

”Need me to stop? Too much?” He asks worriedly but you shake your head immediately. 

“No. No, I’m okay. Feels good. God you feel good, Mark.” You groan, and really you’re not lying. He makes a low sound, deep in his chest, pressing his forehead to yours as he slowly bottoms out. He feels so thick inside of you, hot and right and so utterly addicting that you can feel your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Oh — nnnfuck. Feels so — so fucking tight, so pretty, baby, pretty girl, you’re so s— sweet, god,” Mark babbles senselessly. You feel so warm, almost like you’re molded to the shape of his cock. You’re made for him, he’s made for you, fuck, Mark wants nothing more than to just stay here in this moment, wrapped up in you. You’re whimpering breathy little noises he doesn’t even think you realize you’re making, but they sound so fucking nice.

You open your eyes, grabbing at his arm and squeezing. 

“Mark — please, want more,” You’re looking at him with those big eyes, pleading and he’s not going to say no, he’s never going to say no to you. 

He squeezes his eyes shut. It feels overwhelming — but in a good way. Overwhelming in a way that Mark is addicted to, wholeheartedly. Soft, so soft, warm, your hands are on his shoulders, he can feel your chest rising and falling as you breathe —

Fuck, he has to move. 

Slowly, mind numbingly slowly, he drags his hips back, before fucking back into you. It’s gentle, for now. He doesn’t want to do too much too soon, even though his blood is singing for him to just fuck you, hard and fast, the way he knows you like. It sends burning bliss up the length of his spine and his hands travel down to your hips, hands squeezing at the squishy flesh there. Soft. So soft. 

You shudder beneath him, and your thighs try to close from where Mark is nestled in between them. He holds them open and inhales shakily, praying that whatever self-control he has left will carry him through the night. He keeps his thrusts gentle, no matter how much this goddamn aphrodisiac wants him to fuck you straight into the mattress. It’s slow and sticky, sweat clinging to his body — he doesn’t know if it’s his or yours but honestly, he can’t find it in him to care about it for all that long. 

You can’t really think straight. It’s torturous, this slow pace, but it feels so goddamn good at the same time. His cock is angled perfectly to hit that one soft fleshy part inside of you that makes you see stars. He’s everywhere, lips on your neck, hot and searing. You dig your nails into his biceps as he gives a particularly devastating thrust. 

“More?” He asks breathlessly, and you swallow down a whine, nodding quickly. He leans down to kiss you, long and sloppy. You think you might fucking pass out as he begins a much more punishing pace — it’s unforgiving as bliss spreads and blots out everything you can possibly register. “Look so pretty when you take this cock, huh?”

Mark just keeps fucking into you, hard and fast, deep. The small little whimpers and moans spilling from his mouth should not sound that good but god, they do. Sweat beads down his brow and you can actually feel his cock twitch inside of you. It’s hot and sweaty and you’re pretty sure your brain is halfway to leaking out of your ears as molten lava sears pleasantly through your veins like fire. 

Mark just keeps talking, but you can’t make out the words through the sound of your hips slapping against his. You think your bed is rocking with the force of his cock driving you into the goddamn mattress and he hisses a loud swear, pulling out. 

You only have a moment to mourn the loss before he flips you over and slips his cock back inside, bracing his hands on your head besides you. This is how you know whatever self control he was holding onto by a thread has completely snapped. He plants a hand on your hip and drags you back onto him while fucking back into you brutally. 

The way his balls slap against your clit and the feeling of him practically rearranging your insides, you’re not sure you’ll survive this. You think you’re drooling onto your goddamn pillow but you can’t really tell. The only thing you can think about is Mark’s thick cock pounding you into your bed, his hand on your hips, his searing touch. It’s so good, so goddamn good and if you weren’t currently chock drunk, you’d make sure to tell him. 

But your mouth isn’t quite forming words and you can only sob into your pillow, feeling his pelvis smack against your ass. And honestly, Mark isn’t doing much better. The way your tight little pussy clenches around him makes him almost cum on the freaking spot. He knows that he’s not going to last much longer, and judging by the way your thighs tremble, you’re not either. 

“M’gonna make you cum okay? Gonna take care of you, pretty girl, j— just hang in there with me, I got you. Wanna feel that pretty pussy cum on this cock, come on baby,” He whimpers, closing his eyes as the tidal wave of insurmountable pleasure crashes over him and you cry out, arching your back as you cum. 

Mark swears, loudly, as he feels you clamp down on him. He doesn’t even try to stop himself. Doesn’t try to hold anything back or skim off his orgasm by his fucking teeth or something. His hips stutter. 

Hot, sticky cum pulses into you as he groans weakly, his moans growing high and loud. It’s nearly never ending, the soft sweetness of complete bliss overwhelms him, rendering him inconsolable in it’s wake. You can feel him fill you up and you can only gasp quietly. Mark shudders for a second, then pulls out. You wince at the feeling of his cum starting to drip out, pearly beads sliding down your thighs. 

You collapse into bed and Mark lays himself out on top of you, moving slightly to the side as an acknowledgment to your need to breathe. He doesn’t seem like he wants to move any time soon, turning you over so he can see your face. 

“Hi.” He smiles. You smack his arm weakly with a little laugh.

”Hi? That’s the first thing you say to me after you’ve fucked my brains out?” You ask and he shrugs, still glowing, still grinning happily at you. 

“I think — I think I’m good now. Hopefully.” He says and you blink as you remember the whole reason this started. 

”Feel better?” You hum and he kisses your cheek, wrapping an arm around you tightly.

”My metabolism burned through it, I’m pretty sure. Hooray for Viltrumite genes.” Mark mutters and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. He draws the blankets up over you and him, kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose. 

“We still gotta clean up, Mark.”

”I know. We can take a shower together. For efficiency purposes.”

”…Sure. For efficiency purposes.”

—

guys I swear I’m not abandoning Miguel I’m gonna write for him soon trust 🙏

[sixstepsaway]

so here's the thing

i've seen a bunch of people say on twitter and stuff how... ed's behavior is very abusive and his anger is dangerous and he isn't romantic lead material because of it

and i get where they're coming from

but to me the main issue isn't putting ed in the position of a romantic lead, but not crafting the narrative around his characterization so that it allows for a spicy romantic pirates-in-love narrative instead of...whatever this is.

i'm going to try and explain this. idk if i'll do well but i'll try

the way she show presents stede is as an innocent baby who isn't really equipped for pirate life. he goes into a fugue/disassociative state whenever there's any real violence, apparently, and needs protecting by other characters when things get too rough - for example when ed is telling ned lowe not to take the poker to stede.

that's fine! it's honestly adorable to see a masc character being so soft around the edges and being protected by other characters this way.

(i'm not going to touch on stede's... eh... not great characterization this season rn)

then there's izzy, who is shown as a bit violent, a bit rough around the edges. he's more likely to draw a sword or throw a punch or hit someone with a chair or take a punch like a champ. violence is just part of life for him and that's okay, it just Is, from small things like smacking stede on the ass to bigger things like being wall slammed, it's not all that big or bad for violence to happen around and with him, he tends to give as good as he gets (there's some nuance here but i'm talking the macro themes not the micro of what izzy does vs is done to him)

and finally there's ed

ed is presented as violent (stabbing knives at guys, telling fang to use the snail fork etc) and used to a life of violence, and then in season 2 he's presented as really violent, his anger coming out in dangerous and terrifying ways

and frankly, i'd be super into it if he and izzy were the main ship and that twisted dynamic from the first two episodes of s2 was explored and fleshed out into something deeper

friends to enemies to lovers who fight and fuck. angry pirates who lay hands on each other, who break the whole ship with each other in the heat of passion.

except instead, s2 gives us... abuse. it gives us izzy cringing and lowering his head and trying to protect the kids crew from ed's angry outbursts.

so when stede comes back and he's still soft around the edges and ed headbutts him and it's deliberate, it's... not a great look, and the vibes are a bit skewed

if stede fought back, if when ed struck out at him he struck back, if they fought rather than it being one-sided, if it was friends to enemies to lovers and not presented as healthy, but maybe they can work their way there, who knows, maybe even more like anne bonnie and mary read because hey, they were doing something very similar?

except they were both into it. they were both enjoying the fighting and the fucking and the burning down the house.

stede's not enjoying it.

i cannot describe how much i hate this sequence just because of the way stede flinches

anne and mary don't!! mary jumps at the unexpected bang but she doesnt flinch, she doesn't cover her face like she thinks the vase will be coming for her not the wall and anne? looks so into it

and the thing is that in real life, no, you don't want to date someone who throws shit around, or headbutts you

but in fiction when it's two fucked up people doing this shit together like anne and mary?

that can be fun.

but instead what we've been given is stede flinching and apologizing to ed and then all of ed's...what, semi-redemption???? is done away from the other collection of people he abused, and then he spends some time on a fishing boat wearing a dog collar and everything is fine because he's good now and won't be doing anything bad ever again

and it's just... poor writing. the vibes are rancid.

i spent a really big chunk of time between s1 and s2 defending ed. i kept saying how what he did to izzy by making him eat his toe wasn't abuse, it was a one-off and abuse isn't a one-off thing it's a pattern, and then s2 made it a pattern.

explicitly. explicitly a pattern.

not just one toe but three.

jim saying "you're in an unhealthy relationship with blackbeard"

and all ed offered izzy was a "sorry about your leg" which might've been fine if izzy survived and they could work on this more, but instead that's all the apology and closure izzy will ever get

ed threw a chair and a vase and made stede flinch in fear and stede was right to do that. what part of any of this implies this will never happen again? that stede won't press the wrong button at some point and be on the receiving end? none of it

and if we'd been presented with a s2 stede bonnet who could handle himself and stand up for himself and fight back, then maybe i could imagine that turning into a weird sexy fucked up anne/mary like thing and maybe that could be why they put that episode in, but instead it feels like that episode was going, "look, see, ed's violence is fine because these two are fine with it with each other"

but stede isn't

ed and izzy or ed and stede in an unhealthy battle of a relationship could be such a fun, interesting and downright sexy thing to watch unfold on tv, and could honestly end somewhere far more down the chill end of the spectrum, but that's not what we've been given here

i cannot argue that ed isn't an abuser anymore, and not just of izzy but of the whole crew. he terrified frenchie.

it's not good writing to try and lean into the idea that ed and the pirates are violent and live a life of violence, so it's okay that ed's been violent, while simultaneously presenting his violence as traumatic and abusive, and then less than three episodes later saying oh it's fine now, he's just a little meow meow who can do no wrong, see?

especially considering they had him murdering people at the end of the season. and sure, you can say the english are just cannon fodder and they dont 'count', but they did before. ed explicitly did not kill before, and that included the english, or the spanish, or anyone else. so either they count or they don't, but flipping him on a dime makes no sense.

ALSO

having ed be the son of an abusive man who threw plates at his mother and made her cringe and then having ed kill his father to protect his mother and then a season later having ed become the kind of man who throws chairs and vases and makes his love interest cringe is, again, not bloody optimal

i want to say again i dont CARE about tv always presenting healthy relationships or tv always giving us aspirational goals. i want messy fucked up dynamics and terrible people making terrible choices, and still, to this day, i fucking love ed teach. i would honestly love to have seen them continue with ed's darkness and bring stede into it and see where they went with that, to have stede kill ned lowe and not just bury his feelings in ed but get off on it, enjoy the violence, and see where that led, but no

and so instead all we end up with is a protagonist who is being set up for a lifetime of abuse from an intimate partner, and a romantic lead who abuses his love interests (and yes. izzy is a love interest, he is set up like one and positioned like one and treated like one), frightens his love interests with his violence, is erratic and most of all inconsistently written. he was so sorry about scaring fang as though he hadn't been deliberately terrifying the whole crew for fuck knows how long? what?!

the whole fandom has spent so long saying, "no no, i know stede bonnet irl was a slave owner, but ofmd is using the names and not any real piracy, it's more disney piracy, you know? so that kind of stuff doesnt exist!" and then they flipped around and went "blackbeard is blackbeard and so he is evil and does all these horrible things" and i dont know how to rationalize the two sides of that because it feels so out of place

i'm getting rambly, this isnt a particularly well constructed thought process, i just feel like we were robbed both of a toxic, violent relationship that could be fun to see explored on tv and a soft and sweet love story between two middle aged men exploring their first loves in one fell swoop and there's no way for s3 to bring either of those things back because they got utterly torpedoed by making ed a horrible person

ugh

[cravingpepsimax]

since he’s beginning to spread, here’s a rough timeline of events for the fujo bill au:

bill is defeated and is put in the theraprism

after who knows how long, bill begins coping with his spite and rage towards stan and ford by doing/making stuff that he thinks they’d hate.

he begins “shipping” stancest. bill doesn’t really GET the incest taboo, it seems pretty much entirely arbitrary to him, but he knows it exists and is something humans are REPULSED by. thus, he starts making stuff involving stan and ford dating each other. theraprism staff thinks it’s odd but him writing books about stan and ford kissing is significantly better than him writing books in an attempt to escape.

over time, bill starts getting actually invested. it may have started as pure spite, but he begins to remember things that, oh boy, sure do seem pretty incestuous, now that he thinks about it. at first, it’s funny — “HAHA, WOW, SIXER REALLY IS A FREAK, ISN’T HE?” — but then it becomes real.

since bill’s calming down and is no longer talking about wanting to murder the entire family 24/7, theraprism staff decides to move onto the next step in bill’s karma program: becoming pen pals with one of the people he used to terrorize. mabel’s a lot like bill, but not evil, so the theraprism staff choose her.

meanwhile, a 13 year old mabel gets a Crazy Paranormal Experience, in which she is told what’s going on. mabel agrees to be bill’s pen pal (he won’t be able to do any actual harm, and, worst-case scenario, it’d be funny to mess with him (note that, even though mabel’s 13, well over a year has passed for bill — time is merely a suggestion for beings as powerful as the theraprism staff)

bill HATES being made to do this stupid pen pal stuff. he can’t use it as a way out — the theraprism staff have been keeping a VERY CLOSE EYE ON HIM ever since the book, and it’s gonna be hard to trick mabel into doing ANYTHING for him. so, his first few letters are him insulting and trying to upset mabel, who doesn’t really seem to care at all.

eventually, in one of bill’s pieces of hate mail, he says some shit like “SIXER AND HIS BROTHER ARE REAL FREAKS, KID! WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY’RE DOING ON THE STAN O’ WAR II? I’LL GIVE YOU A HINT: THE ANSWER’S ‘EACH OTHER’!”

mabel promptly ignores the rest of the letter entirely, and makes a GIANT response excitedly going “oh my gosh, you noticed, too??”, and listing everything romantic she’s ever noticed about them.

bill responds, filling in some gaps here and there, telling her about some incestuous stuff from 30+ years ago, pointing out things she missed, pointing out things he missed (“WOW, THEY DID WHAT? TALK ABOUT NEEDING TO GET A ROOM, YEESH.”)

they become stancest gossip buddies from there. mabel fujopills him in other regards (bill never thought he’d watch a show called “ouran highschool host club”, much less at the request of a 13 year old who thinks the pair of twins kissing would be hot/cute, but hey, afterlife’s full of surprises, ain’t it?) but his main love is and always will be stancest

they eventually become close enough and the theraprism staff trusts them enough to get interdimensional phone call privileges. any time anything happens mabel calls him and goes “oh my gosh, you’ll NEVER guess what just happened!” and they gossip for like an hour

stan and ford are completely clueless as to what’s going on at all. i like to imagine they find out eventually but it takes awhile LMAO

[majimasleftasscheek]

alright since RGG seems bent on putting merch behind things like UFO catcher shit, here's my crappy how to use a proxy guide lol

gonna be using buyee as an example but most proxies are more or less the same so it's your choice on what to use. I look at fee prices and customer service reviews to decide on my proxies. sorry if it's wordy! but I think I cover the most important bits for general use.

so on the landing page you got all the goobly gook but what you'll mainly be looking at is the stuff in the red box. all the shops are listed there - the ones I mainly use are yahoo! japan auctions and mercari. the other shops are more like regular shopping sites. pretty much all proxies use the same sites as they're just a directory for wherever you wanna shop.

auctions are self explanatory - you bid on things till the time runs out or some auctions offer an immediate buyout price.

mercari is largely a secondhand seller marketplace but you can find companies on there as well.

when I search for stuff, I prefer putting in the actual terms for better accuracy over auto translating. so here I put in ryu ga gotoku (龍が如く). on buyee, I have rgg and dead souls as saved searches so I can just click on them to easily autofill the search bar which is handy.

items will populate and you'll see prices in yen and for me, usd. these are the *listing prices, not the *final price. since I'm using a proxy, there will be additional fees per item I get. also, the currency exchange rate occasionally changes so if something goes up or down in price, that be why.

💥 pls also note prohibited items that proxies cannot ship internationally such as items with flammable fluid which can include perfumes, lighters, etc. other things like alcohol, which may be okay for like 99% of countries is not okay, for example, in the US lol unless you go thru customs paperwork n shit. *ebay is usually where you want to go for prohibited items as those sellers *will go thru the process of filing the proper forms to send such items.

💥 pls be aware of scalpers! I tend to browse multiple pages and multiple listings of the same item to see what the prices typically fall around. if it looks too cheap, be aware of an item's description. if it looks too expensive, it probably is.

let's use this bad boy as an example. the main things you wanna look at on any item is the condition and the photos to be *sure* you are happy with what you're getting. if you see the same photos across listings, be a lil wary. you can see estimated shipping times and the seller's general ratings. always read item explanations if there is one in case the seller makes any notes of defects or other things.

you can add to shopping cart to keep browsing or you can go to the order page to immediately purchase.

so proxies typically have different plans you can choose when you buy items and that adds towards the fees. these can include inspections, insurance, etc of items when they arrive at the proxy warehouse (see your proxy's FAQ for plan descriptions). it's up to you what you deem worth choosing, if at all. for most things, I just go with whatever costs me 0 lol - especially if it's a cheaper item that I really don't feel needs to be inspected or insured, like a plushie or keychain. regardless of plan, you'll have to pay some proxy service fee (here the "buyee service fee"). in the top right, you'll see the total cost of everything. once you're happy, then you pick your form of payment. I usually go with paypal.

you can go to your page and see typical stuff like orders, settings, and the like. there's often specific tabs for certain sites like auctions so you can go there for anything you purchase in that way. the cart is anything you've added but haven't bought.

the orders tab is for anything bought and you may see the status of its shipping to the proxy warehouse which I'll get to in the next bit.

package information is everything that has arrived to the warehouse so here you can see I have 12 items currently waiting to be shipped to me.

user information, pretty basic but do MAKE SURE your addresses and things are 100% correct. it would really suck nuts if you pay out the ass for international shipping and it gets sent to the wrong place.

on the orders tab, you can see the status of the item. it contains important bits like date ordered and order # (I've blotted out mine). order received is *you* paying for the order. order completed is *buyee* paying for the order. shipped means the seller has shipped to buyee's warehouse address and arrived at warehouse is self explanatory.

*sometimes, a seller may cancel an order after you've paid for it and you will be refunded. this is often due to the seller unable to actually send the item for whatever reason or they don't sell to proxies. nothing you can really do about it but I've only had it happen a couple of times in dozens of purchases.

back to the package information tab, here you can see all the packages that have arrived at the warehouse waiting for shipment. proxies will store packages for free for a certain number of days - buyee being 30 while I've seen other go to 45 days, etc. after that time is up, you will be charged for storage per day so be aware of that!

here you can consolidate packages which means putting everything into one shipment instead of going individually. you can see estimated costs of shipping per item which, if you did each item individually, that would be mad expensive. when you consolidate, things can still be pretty pricey but imo better to pay idk 150 bucks in shipping for 10 items instead of 300 bucks for all 10 individually.

💥 shipping is calculated by weight so be aware of that when you buy items - however baseline costs will be the same for lighter items regardless of how much they weigh. baseline costs for me is around 15-30 bucks regardless of what I get. for example, I have a teeny tiny keychain in storage and several figures. the shipping for that keychain is the same cost as the figures so it's only sensible to lump them into one package cuz I ain't paying out the ass to ship 1 keychain lol.

you are free to consolidate what you want and how. if you wanna consolidate some packages to ship now and you wanna do others later, you are free to. just keep in mind your budget and storage time!

proxies also offer services to protectively wrap your packages. if you're concerned about damage, then choose that option when you consolidate. I don't often do it unless what I'm buying can break otherwise all my packages have arrived relatively unharmed.

💥 proxies will consolidate things AS IS so if you have a buncha figures that don't have their boxes, the proxy will put them in a shipping box just as they are, however they received them from the seller. so if the seller only bubble wrapped the figure, it will be sent to you just like that, no additional protection unless you pay for that option.

*consolidation can take some days and you'll be informed when items are ready to ship. at that point, you pay the shipping and that's it! you can choose what type of shipping you wanna go with (such as DHL, EMS, sea mail (if it's available), etc at differing prices and arrival times. pick what's best for you. *note, sea mail is often the cheapest but the slowest (like several months arrival time) and not available to every country (plus you'd want protective packaging for this just in case cuz boat rides be bumpy)

here are some examples of shipping costs for a single one of my items. some of these options will disappear when I consolidate cuz shipping a lil figure is very different from shipping a larger box full of multiple things.

💥 be sure to read EVERYTHING and make sure you know what options you're choosing to make sure it fits your budget and expectations of arrival time.

one more thing proxies can do is order from a number of sites that aren't on the main page. for buyee, you want to go to the other sites information tab and then click "purchase request for other sites."

here you can input the information of whatever site you want to see if the proxy can purchase it for you. this is how I buy things on ebten like the jpn only preorders. if the proxy cannot buy the requested item, they'll let you know.

if they can go thru with the order, they will confirm your payment and it goes thru the same process as any other order.

[itsblasttothepast]

wait, checo is paired with other drivers beside max?

Oh yes, even when the main Checo pairing right now is Max, he has been paired with a few drivers:

With Lewis Hamilton (Chewis):

This has the seniority right now, they have been cozy since 2012, and even with their ups and downs, still mantain a friendly relationship which give us delusional fans hope.

With Fernando Alonso (ChecoNano or Perlonso):

I personally don't ship them, feel too brotherly for me, but they have been close since the time Checo entered F1, both hispanics, Checo was lighthearted than most of the hispanics drivers back then, so Alonso clicked very well with him. And Alonso has this very pansexual vibre with all the drivers, honestly, he's just sex on legs. With Checo, people think they would be good together, but I think Alonso is spoken for (Lanceeee).

With Nico Hulkenberg (Hulkenrez):

Sorry to put more images here, but they have history. They were together in the GP2 Series, then teammates in Force India. Hulkenberg speaks fondly of Checo, but honestly, he is a little shit. I love him, but it's true. I feel he's the one pulling pigtails on the people he likes, and in this case, with Checo, was pranking him, making jokes boderline racists (but he didn't mean them like that, he was just being Nico) and just flirting with him. They are still friendly, but now with KMag, they have lost their mojo. If Checo goes to Audi, maybe they would relink the romance.

With Esteban Ocon (no pairing name as far as I know):

Hate sex, anyone? Yes, that's why most of the fans started pairing them. I can say they sometimes had nice interactions, when they weren't trying to destroy each other, but I personally don't feel the vibe most of the people pairing them feel. Too much drama.

With Charles Leclerc (Checlerc):

This one baffles me, to be honest. When they interact, they say he's thirdwheeling Max and Charles, but yep, people ship them, and I guess I can see the appeal, Charles seems like a nice guy, they have chemistry, but I'm not sure why they pair them (Charlos makes more sense).

With Carlos Sainz Jr. (Cherlos):

Well, I can't see it, and now even less with their divorce, and I don't know if they ship them because they are hispanics, or because they look cute together. Carlos seems too hotheaded for Checo, and since Checo's teammate is Max, that's saying something.

With Lance Stroll (no idea of the ship name):

When they were teammates, they had this incredible chemistry, and were really, REALLY close, that's why Lance is still one of Checo's friends in the grid. But to me, they're more like brothers, nothing romantic as Lance focus all his romantic energy on Alonso. But I can see why people ship them.

He's also paired with Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly and even Oscar Piastri, but those are rare (like one or two fic rare), I think these guys are the most popular pairings for Checo (also it tickes me off when they ship him with Lando, come on! LANDO!).

Wow, sorry about the long rant, anon!

[sharp-silver4795]

Hello, I reread your post about NSFW and if you Don't want to do this, it's totally fine! But my request is EJ x Liu, ik it's a ship you like so wanted to make it easier for you

EJ x Liu 🔞 HCs

*insert giddy man-kisser screaming*

Alright! Listen, there’s warnings, ofc. But there’s too many- Mostly about kinks n shit, but there is one section that goes into a bit of trauma.

Anyone <16 needs to get the fuck outta here!!

General

They’re more of a morning sex kinda relationship. Morning or midday, night time is too much for either of them.

Neither of them particularly like quickies because they like to take their time on each other.

If you thought this was vanilla, you are sorely mistaken….

EJ is top by default. I think I mentioned this in his anatomy before, but he doesn’t go to the bathroom or anything, so he doesn’t have a hole. So, he tops by default.

Liu is power bottoming 80% of the time

They take a while- like 1-1.5 hours at least blame Jack

They like to try out new things all the time, but more so on EJ’s end because he doesn’t wanna risk things with Liu buddy, Liu is freaky as hell, he can handle it

EJ

I talked about this before, demon man’s got 3 cocks. But they do have a function! One is a bit bigger than the other two, it has one main function- sperm. On most guys, that’s the testicles’ job. But EJ needs a bit more help. That one has a lot of extra pressure so it’s a lot more sensitive and Liu takes full advantage of this

He can also stop himself from cumming by folding the shorter two on opposite sides of the bigger one.

They’re more like tentacles, so be can move them freely as long as he’s aroused enough.**

EJ isn’t kinky on his own, Liu needs to be there for that. Normally, EJ would just fuck his partner raw- but with Liu he has to be more strategic cuz Liu’s not done until he can’t think properly.

He refuses to admit that he loved pet play when Liu gave him a collar and a leash later a muzzle

He really doesn’t need to, the purring gave him away

The man has ruts but they’re kinda predictable. I think if similar to a menstrual cycle, as in, it’s hormone/chemical based.

One of the few times EJ is a complete top is when he’s drilling Liu into the mattress like his life depends on it and Liu enjoys every fucking second of it

He likes to bite, no duh-

He hates hurting Liu, but he didn’t think he’d love getting “hurt”

It’s honestly not even pain to him, because demon and all- it’s more of a power trip sort of deal

Humans find this painful?

*Taunting Liu* “How many more strikes until I feel it?”

Bud really likes being the biggest one in the room, until he’s taken down a peg… but he finds that a turn on too

His hands are cold, but the rest of him is hot- those hands feel really good on Liu’s hot and hard dick tho~

His tentacle-members are also pretty cold-

In this case, temperature is a given, not a kink

EJ‘a favorite positions are: against a wall, doggie, eagle, 69, and 68 (idk what else to call it all- one is getting a bj the other is getting eaten out)

Definitely would want Liu to choke him on his dick if it weren’t dangerous- oh well, he’ll just have to choke Liu instead* 🤷

He likes “choking” Liu (pressure on the sides on the neck, safe sex, people!!!) because Liu likes it too

He’ll eat Liu out or have him sit on his face, he knows those tongues work wonders if he uses em right

Gently pulls (more like nudges) Liu’s eyelids open so they can make contact when they kiss- it’s hot and sensual.

Whether he’s topping or “bottoming” completely, it’s a whole new ballgame!

As a top, he’s a beast~

Can reduce him to a mess in mere minutes, though he usually doesn’t.

He likes it when Liu works for it- sort of taunting back at the man who whipped his chest to a deep noir.

He doesn’t feel the need from ropes or anything when he’s in charge, his hands will do just fine and ropes tend to be triggering for Liu

Boy can and has broken the bed frame and mattress!

✨cock warming✨

He’ll stick all 3 of em in there and just chill. Liu can be patient for a while- but he breaks eventually.

If he chooses not to listen and tries to get himself off- EJ’ll let him… but then he’s gonna screw him senseless until he’s done- which is gonna take a while

When the mark on Liu’s shoulder starts to fade… perfect time for a nice cock warmer.

For complete bottom (or as close as he can get) he’ll do anything and everything for Liu.

Come on, EJ put on a muzzle for this man- what would they NOT do for him??

This demon boi would see Liu cum 4 times on his dick and still not let himself release when Liu says no**

*completely out of breath* “Fuck! You’re doing great, sweetheart”

“Yeah? May I cum now? Please?”

“Mmmmm….”

*a complete mess of sweat, cum, eye-socket-fluid, and desperation*

“Yeah. Yeah, you can cum this time.”

Liu

Liu loves experimenting.

It might be because his experience was stolen from him or maybe he was always like that. Who knows-

Liu is really chill and cuddly for the most part, but not once he’s in bed with Jack.

He has to get EJ going enough to have all 3 of his dicks to slide out of his “cock pocket” (as he says) and he can get pretty creative ~

He’s gone the route of making out until Jack gets impatient or just teasing his fingers on the “cover skin” and edges of EJ’s slit

Liu has zero shame for him. He wanted to try wax play once after a round and he just-

“Would you be willing to put hot wax on the bites you give me?”

*Jerks up* “What the hell? It’s 4am!!”

He was very curious with EJ’s anatomy when he started visiting Liu’s window. He would just let Liu play with him and try to figure him out.

Because of all that ⬆️ he knows all the things that makes EJ tick

*Despite his lover having at least 3x the size of any man, he can still give head like a champ! If Liu doesn’t feel like full sex he’ll give EJ a blowjob.

He likes teasing in one of two ways: presentation/show or surprises

By “presentation” I mean this man will get himself (or have Jason make him) some lingerie, tie himself to the bed frame, and wait for EJ. He’s kinda teasing himself but, hey! it gets the job done. This man loves himself some bondage

It could also be sending nudes or just shirtless pics with his V-Line a lil emphasized and the bulge being obviously visible

“Surprises” are when he’s kinda horny, but will just spend time around Jack while his head rolls out all the things they could be doing…

EJ can smell his lust the entire time

He always masturbates in front of a mirror. If EJ’s watching, so be it! For some reason though, he just doesn’t like mirror sex I’d chalk it up to trauma

He likes “hurting” (eh…) Jack because it gives Liu his own power trip: a demon that could rip him to shreds is completely under control just by his words and whip

He likes pet play ofc. He likes having control over a literal demon.

EJ only misbehaved one time, and now he’s got a muzzle. At least he learned~

He low key wants to get EJ a special collar, but he doesn’t know if that will be pressing too far it won’t

Liu’s favorite positions are: lotus, doggie, bridge, and heart (idk what it’s actually called)

He likes to be bent out of shape by the end of it. If he isn’t, they’re gonna keep going.

Chronically edges

EJ doesn’t let him use sounding rods anymore and he’s still salty about it.

Cries during sex. Always. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, he always cries. It’s almost never a bad thing tho.

I dont have the time not energy to fully explain how kinky this man is

General pt 2 (Romantic/Sweet Sex)

If they want to just spend time together, they usually go for heart or lotus.

Romantic sex isn’t exactly common with these two, but it is prominent enough.

EJ usually initiates sweet sex. It’s usually whenever Liu is pushing himself to do something he doesn’t wanna do.

Ej will stop him, pin his hands together and to his chest and kiss down Liu’s face, cheeks, neck, and all the way to his hands.

“You’re safe here. You will do nothing you do not wish to do… understand?”

*now in tears, nodding*

“Good. Now, let me love you for a while.”

Silly and sweet takes the longest for them. It’s an act of love and admiration. To them, it’s like setting up a row of candles and roses to the dinner table.

This is the only time they’ll have sex at night.

General pt 3 (sex with a side of trauma)

Aftercare bellow this in pink!!!

Sometimes during this, one of them can have a bit of trouble cuz of trauma.

For EJ it’s the bite marks- he remembers Selcra and still feels guilty over it and his head immediately goes to

I won’t be able to save him either. I couldn’t protect a DEMON… how will I save him?

Liu is never ready for those moments when EJ randomly pushes him away. Ofc EJ explains after a bit, but still

For Liu it’s SA and abuse in general. It isn’t often that it happens, but he has randomly- in the middle of it- burst out crying because he feels gross

“What the hell am I doing? This is so fucked up.”

“Why am I doing this? I’d be stoned for this- WE would be stoned for this!”

“DON’T! Don’t touch me. I want you out! Now!!”

EJ is never ready for those moments.

Both of them are completely aware that things might happen. They have safe words (Liu’s is “lighthouse”, Jack’s is “Armadillo”) but they also have it where- if they say “stop”, “out”, or “Off”- it’s over. They both take those words very seriously. “No” can sometimes be playful for them, but tone matters as well.

Aftercare!!

You would think these two went to war with how they look afterwards-

Liu is being carried, but it’s worth it.

Liu nearly falls asleep in the bath every time, so EJ has to hold him up.

It’s really bubble baths (yes, plural), changing sheets, sweet nothings, and resting on the couch.

Jack is getting pets the whole time and he can’t take his hands away from Liu’s sides/back.

I hope this is Alr!

[kingsandbastardz]

It's still insane to me that for all anyone knew, including LLH himself, LXY killed DFS. Killed. As in his corpse is floating at sea somewhere.

And yet, LLH took the pieces of the ship that he helped destroy - that same ship he'd speared DFS into and built a house with it. He lived in it, literally surrounded by a physical reminder of that last encounter. And then for the next decade, slowly rebuilt it, transformed it into something that was his.

And the second memento he kept was the Yingzhu armor -- which you could say represented a happier time? Which he also used as a potholder, which meant he was seeing it constantly. He wasn't keeping it stashed in a box or a drawer somewhere. It was something he would have to handle every day.

Just what was LLH holding onto?

One of the things I associate DFS for is his sense of free-spiritedness. Or at least, the desire for that freedom and a constant fight for it. He says what he wants, does what he wants, goes where he wants. The only times he cares about what other people say or expect from him is when he can weaponize it and use it to his advantage. Otherwise he doesn't give a shit.

Everyone wants to chain him down, but he will gnaw his own limbs off to fight his way free. So I find it really interesting that the moving house, made from his ship, becomes LLH's method of freedom where he too can wander wherever he feels like it. And later, it also becomes representative of FDB's freedom as well.

I wonder if DFS ever realized the Lotus house's origins? What would he have thought about his "old friend" building a house out of their shared coffin? What did he think of what it was transformed into?

It's easy to say that DFS had less character influence than the other two, or that his main role was to bring in information about the past or provide plot movement and not so much stuff like character development. Most of his contribution involved reminding LLH of the past or highlighting parts of LLH for the audience - less to do with himself as part of a trio. But like his actions, almost anything he does tends to be under the radar, so isn't it poetic that even without being present, he could be considered representative of the very thing both LLH and FDB seek? To be someone able to live free from others' expectations, to go where you want to go, and do the things you want to do and be able to ignore the world if you feel like it?

And isn't it ironic that DFS can be seen as a symbol of this yet is bound by so many invisible chains? Muted by his own character and traumas and trapped by people who are trickier and far less principled than he is? Yes, I include LLH as part of these people trapping him. But unlike the others, LLH willingly lets him go. It's just this shared connection is the one chain DFS doesn't want to let go of.

[january-summers]

Just thinking about how the Doc thing could have been more painful, if we’d gotten the Chorus battle.

Under the cut because this got wordy, and also spoilers.

Picture it. We see Washington go down, bleeding out, and Doc races to his side, promises that Wash is going to be okay, and then an explosion goes off and Doc gets hit by shrapnel or shot, and more medics, maybe Grey arrives, but the sound is gone, and first watch through, we assume we’re experiencing Wash’s “too close to that boom” hearing loss.

But the action switches back to Carolina or the Reds and Blues, and we don’t know who survives, or if anyone does, but the team is told “Wash and Doc were amongst the casualties” and Wash is being kept unconscious, because his injuries.

Later, Tucker and Carolina go to visit Wash, who’s still unconscious, and Carolina goes to track down Grey and Tucker is left standing there, watching Wash. The image flickers and for a split second it’s Maine watching Wash on the MoI, Sigma over his shoulder. But Sigma takes a second too long to vanish, remaining for a brief heart beat after the image returns to the present. And that’s when Sigma starts Meta-fying Tucker.

The Reds are talking to Grey when Carolina gets to her, and Sarge says something along the lines of Doc is one of them, they should go see him. I’m imagining him saying something that, on first watch sounds like they’re going to visit him in recovery, but if you stop and think it seems weird for Sarge to care that much. Second watch you realise they mean they’re going to visit the morgue.

Later still, Carolina has to go off to deal with the UNSC on behalf of Chorus, so she’s not there when Tucker starts acting weird, but before she leaves she tells an awake Wash, who thinks he should be allowed to leave already, to make sure his emergency beacon is working before he escapes the hospital, so if he exacerbates his injuries Carolina can be there in a heartbeat to scold him. (And help him out.)

Insert some “hey we’re (as far as we know) the sole survivors of PFL and all its fucked up shit and no one else is going to understand what I went through if you’re gone” emotional banter before she leaves. Once the door closes Wash says something that’s the affection version of calling Carolina a worry-wart. Pan over to Doc sitting in one of the visitor chairs and he berates Wash, reminding him it was a really close call, and that Wash has really almost does this time.

Meanwhile, the Meta starts to Meta, leading the Reds (including Donut) and Caboose on a chase as they begin to figure out what’s happening to him. Maybe one of the fragments jumps ship to one of the others? Maybe Record-Epsilon as canon?

Doesn’t matter, this is about Doc’s reveal. Someone gets word to Wash about what’s going on, or maybe he sees on the news first, but he gets word where the team is going, back to where it all began for them. Bloodgulch. Maybe hoping Bloodgulch will mean enough to Tucker to help him fight back.

Doc and Wash talk about why Wash has to go, because in the end he couldn’t save Maine, just like he couldn’t save Connie or the other Freelancers, like he couldn’t save Alpha or Delta or Epsilon, just like he could’t… the point is he wants to stop loosing people, and if he doesn’t at least try, maybe they shouldn’t have saved him (Wash).

The duo arrives to see the remaining Reds and Blues trying to fight the Meta (I keep portmanteau-ing him as MeTucker in my head, but pronouncing it Meh-Tucker) and he gets one of the team on radio to discover they haven’t called Carolina, or they have and they can’t get a hold of her, but Caboose has a plan, maybe.

Up on the cliff, because they got dropped off in the wrong place, Wash and Doc have another conversation. Wash lays out the plan: he can get Carolina there, by setting off his emergency beacon. He’s not recovered enough to be much use in a fight, but he can set off his beacon, he’s just got to set it off.

Doc says he can set it off for Wash, he doesn’t need to jump. And Wash looks at Doc quietly, and says “no you can’t.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Doc tells him, “you don’t need to die to make up for it. It was my job, not that I was ever really good at it.”

“Yeah it was, Doc, but don’t worry, I’m not going to undo all your hard work. I don’t get to die, that’s my punishment for all the things I’ve done. I have to live with the consequences.”

And then he yeets himself off the cliff and flails all the way down. Doc is waiting for him at the bottom, telling him not to move even as Wash drags himself up so he can see the battlefield.

Afterwards, after Carolina has watched Caboose carry out Tex’s final plan, she tracks down Wash, who’s waiting quietly with Doc.

“Is Tucker…” Wash starts to ask, but can’t get it out, because what if the answer is bad.

“He’s alive,” Carolina tells him anyway, “I don’t know if he’ll be okay though. We should be there for him.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, suit took most of the fall damage.”

“That’s not what I meant. Wash, what happened to Doc, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was.”

Carolina looks away, but Doc cuts in, “it was my job, Wash. You didn’t fail me, and you didn’t fail Tucker, you can’t keep holding on to all that guilt. I’ve told you that before, you didn’t listen to me back then, but maybe it’s time to. Let it go Wash, let me go, don’t fall into the same trap as the Director, don’t chase ghosts when there are people who still need you to be there.”

*Flashback*

The scene where Wash and Doc got injured, but the audio is audible this time. One of the medics checks Doc and declares him deceased, Grey tells them to focus on Wash, DuFresne got far enough into treating Wash that he’s not going to die, but they need to get him seen to or that’s going to change quickly.

*End Flashback*

Carolina echoes Doc’s statement, that Wash isn’t to blame for everyone they’ve lost, and that he still has the Blues, and Carolina… and the Reds too.

And Wash has his goodbye moment with Doc, and yeah maybe all the Freelancers (not the Triplets because they showed up during the Chorus battle and they’re helping Kimball atm).

And Wash tells Carolina that he doesn’t ever know if he’s going to be okay, but he’s not going to abandon his team, or her.

And Carolina says, “okay, let’s go home, and gestures to Blue base.”

“Okay,” Washington says, and then, “by the way my leg is like, super broken and I can’t stand.”

So Carolina calls over Locus, who the others picked up during their run around plot stuffs, and he carries Wash into Blue Base.

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By the ways this was originally supposed to just be “wash tells doc The Plan and doc says ‘but i can set the beacon off for you!?’ And wash says ‘no you can’t’ because he knows doc isn’t real.” But then double fake out death scene.

(Also would have preferred no one die at all, but fine if you’re gonna do it anyway…)

[neptunescore]

pookie what about jenson, nico, lewis ? I feel like I'm the only one who sees their potential as a throuple and it's really upsetting

POOKIE?! LIV??! a jumpscare to see u in my inbox. A very nice on tho😚🤭. ANYWAY, ON TO THE SHIP!! God, don't worry liv, bc u are NOT alone.

I couldn't even highlight the 'reads fics abt it' box, bc there are literally NO (none) (zero) (NADA) good fics I've seen with them as the main pairing😔😔

But, god, their dynamic has so MUCH fic potential. Like you could go so MANY ways with the plotline😩. It could easily go from full fluff to full angst SO QUICK. Okay so imagine this. (could be AU but could also not be)

(Jense being the bubbly sunshine man he always is, Nico being the absolute anxiety filled dude he was, and lewis being the lowkey asshole he used to be.) And like brocedes would be already established, except the relationship slowly starts becoming toxic, and nico is NOT having a good time (TM)😕, so ofc with jense being his (and lewis') frnd, he goes over and rants and takes comfort against him. Except. This just keeps happening. And neither lewis and nico realise all of it is actually affecting jenson, bc they're so used to seeing the happy front he pulls, but inside Jenson just feels like shit bc the only time he sees nico and lewis is when one of them is ranting to him, and he's comforting them, and then as soon as the both of them are happy again he feels like they completely forget abt him?🤮 So then jenson slowly starts to spiral and isolate himself from them, but they NOTICE, and... okay I'm gonna stop right here bc atp this is starting to look like the info dumps I used to make bfr starting an actual fic. And I. I refuse to get back into writing right now😭. I have way too much shit to do in my life already😔😔.

BUT

DO YOU ALL SEE WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN.😡😡

Ugh

AND THIS IS ONLY ONE OUT OF A MILLION POSSIBLE ANGSTY PLOTS. 🫠

Anyway, Liz, safe to say I understand and am completely with u on this one😤😤✊🏽.

Look at these sluts (♡)🤭

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[infriga]

Content I wish there was a bit more of in the dbh fandom:

More Content with Connor Markus AND Kara interacting and dealing with shit together, especially in post-game stories. For some reason Kara content is always separate from the other two mains, I wanna see more shenanigans with all 3 of them.

More Connor & Luther interactions. They have so much in common! They can bond over their guilt from being forced to harm other androids before eventually deviating out of empathy! Also they can bond over learning how to not throw themselves into the line of fire at a moment's notice all the time lol.

More Luther content in general. He mostly just gets paired as an accessory with Kara and I wanna see more of him.

More Markus/Josh content. I don't even actually ship them I just think the amount of Mosh content is disproportionately low compared to most other Markus ships. He deserves some ship action too!

More North/Josh content. I DO ship them and the fact that more people don't ship them baffles me considering how much tumblr loves to ship characters who bicker with each other and are treated as polar opposites. Even just some more friendship content with them would be nice.

More Josh content in General. He's an important member of Jericho too but he gets shafted a lot in fics and fanart compared to the other two.

Some ATLA AU content where Markus is the Avatar and Connor is the disgraced Fire Nation Prince hunting him down. C'MON PEOPLE IT'S RIGHT THERE HOW IS THIS NOT MORE OF A THING?! Simon can be the water tribe teacher, Josh can be the earth nation teacher, North can be the Fire Nation teacher, Hank can be Connor's older role model figure who tags along with him and helps him develop his moral compass, Nines can be the terrifying smarter faster stronger younger sibling who also goes after Markus when Connor fails too many times (aka when he lets Markus and other criminal benders escape too many times huehuehue), Amanda can be the Fire Lord (yes I know she's literally an ice queen but you can't tell me she doesn't also fit the sinister manipulative leader character who Connor would be desperate to make proud and live up to her expectations), Kamski can be a former Avatar who shows up to give cryptic advice occasionally. Gavin would be the commander character who constantly gives Connor shit similar to Zhao. IT WORKS SO WELL GUYS. Kara doesn't slot in as well as the others but we can fit her in there somehow, she can maybe be one of the people who moved into that one air temple and repurposed it. It's just kinda wild how well most of the characters/roles would fit the au scenarios so I'm surprised I haven't seen it before when I've seen at least one take on an Avatar AU for almost every other fandom I've been in.

I am aware that I can create more of this content myself but I am currently working on graduating university and getting a job so for now I'm just gonna make a wistful post about it.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Um. Um. For Multi-May, I've been thinking about reader and Tiffany Ray-Valentine absolutely blowing Ethan Landry's mind one night, leaving him dazed and obsessed and a little bit in love? and he starts following them around like a puppy dog because he's definitely got those puppy dog eyes. He would definitely try to impress them as Ghostface, like, so hard. I can just hear Killer Queen by Queen playing in Ethan's mind whenever he sees them.

SO! I know this is late, but hey shit got nuts, and I am saying Multi-May is lasting as long as I want this summer. I had started this a bit ago, but the past couple days had me thinking it was time to brush the dust off and finish it up, slap a big bow on it and remind you all what I can do. Such an interesting polyam ship! I love the idea of this and I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy it too!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Poly! Tiffany Ray Valentine X Ethan Landry X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Age-Gap Relationship. Alcohol Consumption. Threesome. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. Face Riding. Reverse Eiffel Tower. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Hair Pulling. Praise. Mild Dirty Talk. Murder. Gore. Violence.

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Notice Me.

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Tiffany definitely leads your relationship, she plans everything from your dates, to the meals she cooks on nights in, to the restaurants and bars you frequent and even comes up with ideas to spice up your relationship. You love the absolute Hell out of Tiffany, and she loves you just as much in return, but love and sex don’t need to be exclusive, you can fuck other people together, and it doesn’t affect your relationship negatively. 

In fact? It has more than proven to do quite the opposite, it improves your relationship, makes it stronger and better. The ultimate bonding exercise.

So when out one night, at a college bar that is not the usual kind of place you’d go but was near the place you’d just had dinner and seemed suitable enough for a nightcap, Tiffany catches sight of just such a person to help you and her “bond.” 

She nudges your elbow, your eyes turn to her as you are mid-sip of your drink, she points a well manicured finger in the stranger of interest’s direction, and you look where she indicates, asking in that sweet totally Tiffany tone, “What about him?”

He is with a couple of people who you assume are his friends, looks like he fits right in at this bar, college-aged and honestly? Pretty fucking cute. Chocolate curls and nice cheek bones, he has a good smile and is casually dressed. You watch as he laughs at some joke, head tipping back and eyes closing, and yeah you can definitely see what Tiffany means, and it had been a while since you’ve done this.

“He’s very fucking cute.” You tell her with a small smile, and she says, “Right? What do you think? Should we go see if he’s interested?”

The dance of it is well practised by this point, manufacturing a meet-cute is not that hard. You wait until he goes to the bathroom, you place yourself just right and when he comes out and starts back towards the main area of the bar you make it so he bumps into you “accidentally”, the timing of it is perfect, the remainder of your drink spilling onto the floor. He curses and apologized and rambles about being clumsy, and you reassure him it’s all fine, so long as he has a drink with you. He takes you up on the offer. 

That is how you get him away from his group of friends, standing at the small table, you introduce him to Tiffany, and it all goes about as well as it always does. Talking leads to banter and banter to joking and from joking to flirting, which then leads to him coming back to your shared place. 

The first thing that drew you to Tiffany was how with just a few well-placed words could make just about anyone do anything she wanted, you fell victim to it constantly, part of what you adored about these nights was seeing how other people were affected and swept up in it too. The look on his face when she fully broke down your shared proposition was one of the best things you have ever seen. It’s nice not always being the one so awe-struck, on nights like these she directed you and so you assist in ruining whatever the flavour of the evening was. Speaking of flavour, Ethan you learned his name was, pretty fucking delicious. 

Ethan was seated up on the couch, Tiffany was perched next to him, manicure nails running over his scalp and through his hair, toying and playing with the collar of his shirt with her other hand, her chest pressed up against his arm as she teased him, “She’s got a great mouth, huh?”

You were sitting on the floor on your knees and between his spread thighs, his pants and underwear pulled down enough for you to get at what you wanted. You had one hand around the base of him and your lips locked right on that sensitive ridge where head meets shaft, you suck indulgently, noisily, messily. You pull off with a very wet sounding pop before you lean back in, your tongue swirling around his tip, he groans and Tiffany’s fingers twist in his hair, she pulls, forcing him to turn his head away from looking down at you and instead towards her, and asks, “Well?”

He finally responds to her earlier question, “Ye-yeah, so good.”

You preen a bit at the praise, bite back a smile and instead envelop him once more in the warm wet heat of your mouth, which earns you an even louder moan. 

He came quickly the first time, gasping out stuttered and broken praise, adorable and very hot, he tasted good too, but hey he is a young and fit guy, multiple rounds wasn’t an issue. It’s almost impossible to keep your eyes off of him once all those clothes were off, he wasn’t cut per se, but clearly had some muscle, some serious strength he could throw around. He insisted on hitting you back, so you let him, sitting on his face while Tiffany observed, hand between her legs, giving critique and praise, telling him what did it best for you, what was capable of making you shudder and gasp. Tiffany didn’t sit static still for long, she climbed aboard, and you watched as she slid him into her dripping hole, you felt the moan he let out against you vibrate through your bones. You came to the sight of your girlfriend riding him for all he’s worth, nails biting into his sides as her tits bounced, and she moaned out, “-what a good fuckin’ boy you are-” to Ethan.

He was eager to please and didn’t stop till both you and Tiffany were satisfied, not like you and her didn’t do your own heavy lifting, the best threesomes are always the ones where everyone is into everyone, with no boundaries, everyone wanting and willing to touch, play with all people in the equation. 

So the next morning, when the sun rose and everyone was dressed again, you send the man with curly hair and an undeniably dopey smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes, back out into the wilds of the city. You expected to never see him again, but you and Tiffany apparently had a much bigger effect on him than either you or her could have ever anticipated. 

You aren’t even sure how he ended up finding you both again but he does, all excitable and sweet as pie, running into you both on the street while you were hand in hand. “Tiffany! Uhm hi, how are you both?”

And after a little basic and polite conversation, he looks nervous as fuck when he says, “I know it’s been a bit, and sorry if this is forward or whatever, but I cannot stop thinking about us all maybe doing that uh again sometime?” 

You both share a look and Tiff’s red lips curve up into a smile, brow creased in this expression you know all too well that communicates, “Isn’t he adorable?” without having to outright say it. She turns back to him, her hand that isn’t holding yours reaches out, fingers pass over his jaw, he grins and leans into her touch, and she says, “You’re so fucking sweet, but usually the people we invite in are one and done.” 

The look on his face resembles that of a kicked puppy, it almost makes you feel bad, until he says one quiet, “Oh.” And THAT is what makes it feel like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on you. 

“Hey, hey, don’t look like that-” Tiffany pauses, and he supplies in a wounded tone, “Ethan.” She smiles warmly, “Yes, of course, Ethan, I remember.” She totally didn’t, but you don’t call her on it. “-I don’t look so sad. Trust me, there will be plenty of other people, don’t get all hung up on us, okay, sweetface?”

You and her depart, and you think that will be it. 

It is not. 

Apparently Ethan still wants to be near and close to you both, not willing to go down without a fight, convinced that he can get you both on board with giving him another shot. Tiffany laughs about it, you think it’s sweet and harmless, he keeps on popping up in unexpected places. Tiffany would tell him when pressed about why this couldn’t work, “We’re just too different, honey.”

He finds out about your and Tiffany’s shared “couple hobby”. Tiffany’s older partner and her used to murder together, another bonding exercise, one she got you into too, and you took to it like a duck to water. He wasn’t scared off of course, he kept what he witnessed in an alleyway that night a secret, he could work with this, could show you just how similar he was, and then you’d both stop thinking this couldn’t work, you would take him seriously. 

It was late, Tiffany and you were walking home from the bar one night, post date, when you hear a whistle, looking across the street you see Ethan. Leaning against the brick wall outside the mouth of an alleyway. He is grinning almost ear to ear, he beckons you over and like a moth to flame you are drawn in, tugging Tiffany alone as she rolls her eyes but smiles all the same. 

“Hiya Eth.” You greet, and he greets you in kind, saying your name with a raise of his eyebrows. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” Tiffany asks, and he says, “I got something to show you.” 

He pushes off the wall and heads down into the alleyway, and you both follow. You wonder what the fuck he could possibly want to show you here, but soon it becomes clear. You see the body on the wet ground, some guy’s stomach ripped open like he had been split groin to sternum, but there is like literally no organs in the open cavity of his body. Before you could wonder where they were, Tiffany smacked you on the shoulder and pointed up. Strung up on the fire escape built on the side of the building is all the intestines and everything else that once helped make up a person hanging like fucked up macabre streamers, dripping blood and honestly the amount of work that went into the artful presentation, the soft pink tissue wrapped around rusty iron, it was stunning, impressive. 

“Ethan how-” You turned to look, and he was holding up a mask you had seen on the news many times over the years, ghostly white but flecked with blood, his smile was infectious, spreading to both you and Tiffany. He says, “So what you were saying before about us not being enough alike…Would you say this proves you wrong?”

Your answer is given by way of two kisses, yours, passionate and firm, trying to communicate how you missed him, followed by Tiffany’s messy and with a hint of tongue, leaving lipstick smudged on Ethan’s mouth. You both take one of his hands and lead him out of the alleyway, inviting him back to your place for the second time ever, intent on getting to a private venue to ride him into the mattress again, punctuated with discussing knife techniques as pillow talk. 

[bestangelofall]

Firstly: I went through the lyrics to Wonderful Nothing by Glass Animals and it feels like *such* a brujay song!

Secondly: a selection of possibilities for Jason lovingly murdering Bruce

Werewolf transformation type thing. The cure has failed or whatever and it's down to just preventing Bruce from hurting anyone else and Jason's either the one with the guts to do it (if the others are involved at all) or simply the only one around

Bruce extracts a promise, an absolute *vow*, from Jason to kill him if he ever becomes a killer himself. Jason, of course, is the only person Bruce has ever killed (going with the UtRH throat slice being lethal here) and therefore he knows what he has to do

The Gotham War terror chip + Joker gas combo had a more lasting impact and at some point in his recovery/getting worse he goes through all the shit Bruce has pulled and gets it in his head that Bruce Needs To Go. Doesn't mean he can't get Real Weird with it tho

Old age. Bruce is just... very old. Whoever was going to take up the mantel next did so years ago, and Bruce has been living out the retirement none of them thought he'd ever get to see. He can tell that his time is coming soon though and asks Jason to help him go out on their own terms, perhaps with some idea about Jason being the one who deserves to get to do it or something like that.

I hope you enjoy the ideas and have fun writing whether you use em or not :3

-redhoodinternaldialectical writing in from the "main" blog

You are so correct about that song. It was an instant addition to my Brujay playlist! (I also really liked the song on its own too, not only for the ship vibes).

Thank you so much for suggesting it and for the ideas for Jason lovingly killing Bruce... I love all of them and want to write all of them. I thought about this ask the whole time I was working yesterday xD (lol I wrote this on the day after you sent this ask, but I've still been thinking about Jason lovingly killing Bruce for all these days).

I'll start commenting on the last one: Bruce ageing and deciding that he'll ask for Jason's help to go on their own terms is sooooo bittersweet. For this one, I'm thinking that Jason and Bruce found an understanding at some point, and developed a better relationship (one that's not rooted on just Jason making concessions). Jason feels honored for the request, and works to make it painless and quick. I think that with this one I'd go with Jason being, well, less creepy about it all, despite the morbidity of the scenario. Btw, if we consider the immortal Jason headcanon in this situation, this gets even more interesting, because then Jason will have to live with the burden of having killed Bruce for the rest of his life. And who knows how long that will last... Depending on how things went and what kind of understanding they reached, I think Jason would feel motivated to "keep Bruce's memory alive" or something like that. Bittersweet as hell, but strangely more sweet, at least for me :)

Werewolf type transformation: this one can be sooooo rough, because depending on the situation, it could be very violent, and you know... Violence as a form of intimacy and all :) Jason *would* be the one (or at least, the first one) to have the guts to do it, and I don't think he would regret it afterwards, but it would be a burden, and he might blame himself for not finding a third option when he needed one (but that's Jason entire point in UTRH - sometimes there are no third options, so I think that exploring his mental state after the killing could be super interesting). ANYWAY, Jason cradling Bruce against his chest while Bruce dies, and he's trying to be quick about it, but Jason, well, he's a hopeful person despite it all, so he watches Bruce dying, looking for any signs that Bruce's still there (but it would be too late to save him anyway, not that it matters). Maybe Jason tries to off himself afterwards 😬

The vow: Jason is not letting that man go in peace! Do you know why? Because Jason knows that Bruce already killed someone before this vow was made, and he resents the hell out of the request, because Bruce never even noticed that he killed Jason on that fateful night. That, or Bruce knew what he did and didn't care, which would be even worse. I think that for this one, Jason would use a Batarang :3 for the irony (I won't say it's *the* Batarang because as much as I love that idea (for bloodplay) I can't really justify how Jason would have had kept it, since he was too occupied bleeding out, and the building exploded afterwards, possibly destroying the batarang). Just Jason, making Bruce lay against him, and saying sweet things in his ear (for this one, I think it would be interesting if Jason never expressed his feelings for Bruce before but now there's nothing left to lose, so why not?) and being physically affectionate, and Bruce is just. Completely weirded out by it. And then Jason tells him about Bruce having killed him at the end of UTH 🥰 before cutting his throat. Jason holding Bruce while he bleeds out, telling him that it won't take long, and then he'll be at peace, that it won't be so bad etc, kissing Bruce's forehead and telling Bruce he loves him (and those are the last words Bruce ever hears)... Er. This was what I was thinking about when I made the post 🫣

Gotham War one: yeah this one is so cool too, because I feel that Jason deciding that Bruce needs to go after Gotham War would be even believable if DC were not writing Jason in his ear pray love phase. Obviously, he wouldn't actually kill Bruce there, but in fic?? It could be so delicious. Jason still suffering through the effects of the fear chip/joker gas and something going wrong/right. Would he have moments of fear and euphoria while he was planning/doing it? That could be super terrifying to experience for Bruce. Especially nice if this happens after the conclusion of dark prisons, so Bruce thinks he's out of the woods with Jason, and then bam! Murder suicide rendezvous 2.0 (because I think this one also might end in a suicide after Jason kills Bruce...)

Also, separated from the above Gotham War situation, I think an interesting alternative for Jason killing Bruce would be if Bruce used the entire situation with the fear chip to take advantage of Jason (Brujay or platonic), and Jason striking when Bruce thinks he has Jason completely under control.

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask, the scenarios™️ are living rent-free in my head lol. I am currently so unwell about this ship 🙃🙃

[robots-are-kinda-hot]

((long post incoming)) hi i havent posted in seven years. have slugcats

@ant1quarian is to blame for this. go look at their rain world utmv au before I implode

Side note I refer to Saint as he but none of my chars care abt gender bc i blasted them with the genderfluid beam

He would be . going thru it LMAO

I’m sure “fallen saint” did not mean a saint who probably deserved to be fallen but fuck it we ball. The problem with my Saint is he will ascend everything. Whether they want it or not. This creates a shit ton of echoes. So him losing his powers (likely due to a certain oc of mine) would actually be a good thing… eventually

At first he’d be pissed as all hell. Stays pissed as all hell when he meets Dust, Killer, and Cross (or whoever else). Getting to know them goes… ehhh. They all travel together, but Saint is trying to stay distant so he can move up karma. He’s also still very angry about losing his powers, but bottling it up bc saints shouldn't have emotions (according to him).

This comes to a head when someone gives the slightest suggestion of liking being alive. He shuts them down so fast it’s almost comical, but any good vibes are killed when Saint mentions how he ascended everything he came across. Cue argument about maybe Not Doing That. Cue Saint’s outburst (“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S WRONG?!”)

Saint storms away from the group and sleeps in a different shelter alone. He… ends up thinking a little too much and has a bit of a breakdown. Begrudgingly goes back to the group once the rain stops, looking for forgiveness, and he FINALLY gets a crumb of character development. THEN the stage is set for eventual shipping shenanigans huehehehe (Saint still needs some more character development before he has anything official though, the bastard)

Design notes (because my saint design is a bit strange if you don’t know the context) + bonus old Artificer art bc she didn’t make it in here </3 dw i still love u arti

So… I’m gonna avoid talking about the main part of his design for funsies but its blaringly obvious. feel free to guess I’m like 80% sure everyone will get it

-My Saint actually has six tentacles/“wings”- three on either side so he’s symmetrical. After he falls, he loses a wing to represent said fall.

-The Saint in the first drawing is different on purpose! That’s him at the start with no echoes :] ironically the more echoes he meets the more echoed he gets

-At least one of his ears are always askew. This has to do with his main design aspect.

-He does have teeth. Kinda. He probably wouldn’t need to eat when fallen though, he’s echoed enough to not need it

-The three thingies on his forehead act like heat sensors. This lets Saint see at lower karma levels without getting snow blindness.

-He has pupils, but they’re the karma 10 symbol… which he no longer has, so he no longer has pupils too

Arti… oh, arti. My beloved. What the fuck did I do to you /pos

I missed you and all your triangular edgy goodness. You’ll get a few modifications but your cool ass face shadow and demon horn ears are staying

A little note about Artificer’s design, too: She does have her scar here! It’s just not visible under her shadow. My Artificer got so swept up in her rampage that she straight up forgot about her pups. Not coincidentally, her scar is vaguely shaped like a slugpup’s head. She’s blocking out the memories of her past in favor of needless bloodshed.

Not pictured is her fire fur that I still adore. Basically sometimes her fur just… isn’t fur, it’s fire, and while it is a more symbolic thing I love the idea of her fur turning to flames when she jumps

[yohohonabottle]

Quickpost/Oneshot -Merlin's envy

A peaceful rainy day on the piers of Rustport, the Captain and knight walking by their love's side. Just two goofy men, well-loved without coddling or babying, well-behaved, talking happily with the 'Magister'. A stray mutt and a Golden retriever.

--And then a familiar mage appears out of the blue, using the power of plot-armor and being Esperia's true main character. Creeping from behind the felled star, she strikes the ghostly-pale man in the back. The surprising blow sends the night nymph falling and rolling roughly, the skin smoking as though singed. Both halt, shocked-- Mind still reeling and trying to process what just happened. Merlin lands another follow-up blow, eyes aglow with power unrivaled, bestowed upon by Dura and the gods. The main protagonist, star of this tale. Using this power, to prevent his opponent from striking back, throwing strike after strike with all her fury borne of burning envy-- All those adventures, rewards, connections, fame, praise, should've been mine! Mine!

It finally clicks in their heads- Merlin appeared, attacked Pirin from behind. Pirin is injured, heavily. He's hurt. If this goes on he'd die- The blows keep coming, slamming into his battered body without remorse nor relent, tossing him like enraged tides a ship at sea-

I'm Merlin!

Another tide of zapping magic rears- "Vanya!" -Darting to the prone figure struggling to get up and bloodied, the Captain catches his Siren before he could collapse. Valen following close behind, equally startled and confused. Holding the felled star in his arms, the seafarer carefully turns the delicate face over. Bruised, black-eyes, broken jaw and nose, bleeding, bones broken..and unresponsive. Out cold. Dear god of the waves - Dura above - Don't let him die-

Red. Sinbad was seeing red. Jaw clenching and hold tightening, fury flares like wildfire- raw, scorching, intense. Relinquishing the unconscious, battered, vampire into Valen's arms, he doesn't register. "Sinbad?" The last tsunami wave of light magic now reached its peak summit, the mage holding her arm high. Ready to bring it down. Finish the 'magister' off.

—"Merlin!" -A cry of war. Of rage unbridled. Incinerating. But Merlin was too caught up in her own rant of petty ire and venomous envy.

—"I'm Merlin! I'm The legend! I am! It should've-" A single, cold, strike to the face from a tight-curled fist collides with her cheekbone. Nose. The all-powerful Chosen one of the gods finds himself reeling and staggering back heavily. Almost sent flying with the force of impact, pain blooms. Felt his bones crack, dislocate.

—"Magister!" -Chippy and Hammie's unison cry of alarm go unnoticed, the little hamsters rushing over. They were perfectly content with watching the fray from the sidelines, their "perfect, noble Merlin" throw the first hit. Watch the night nymph get punted and tossed around like seal by an orca. It's only when the "great" Arch-mage starts to get as good as he gave, get hits in return, that all of a sudden it's not okay.

Before "The legend" could so much as recover, get her balance back--Merlin finds herself tackled to the cold, wet wooden floor of the pier. Pelted by swift, powerful punches, at the receiving end of a "moron's" wrath. Putting her arms up to shield her face did nothing good. Grabbing her hands in a bruising grip and sharply pinning them to the side of her head, the "idiot sailor" grips her by the collar, knuckles white.

—"You being a "legend" ain't shit." The word 'legend' falls out his lips like spat out venom, fury not even concealed as he grits out. Then it rolls into wry, cold as his smirk. Nothing but fury reflected in his rum-like hazel leer. "I let you have a hit on me back at the Golden Guest to blow off your steam. That's one, you see." Why're you scared huh? What? Thought I'd sit there an' do nothin'? "Jumpin' my Siren outta leftfield and beating him half to death, is another."

The smile is gone, voice a low hiss.

"You don't just come swinging and expect not to get jumped back." Raising his fist, the crooked grin is nothing, but malice. A sick, vindictive, grim satisfaction at that those eyes dawning in fear.

—"Square up, 'Magister'. Can't have "The legend" be a coward, can we?"

—"I'm so-" The punch is just as powerful, brutal. No holding back. No playing around. Holding the fallen star in his embrace, the brunet gently sweeps the stray hairs out of their Dove's ruined face. Careful, as though afraid to hurt him even more or cause more pain. Cradling their 'doll' close, his lilac eyes drift over to the scene of violence unfolding. ....Valen feels..nothing. Not even the faintest twinge of pity, sympathy, compassion or empathy for the Arch-magus.

Only cold. Numb. Simmering anger running much deeper under his skin, and seething in his veins far worse than it appears on the surface. The hypocrisy, audacity- insolence. By now poor thing's got more broken bones than either of them can count. Almost half to death. And it doesn't even touch his heart. Valen doesn't so much as bat an eye.

Funny that, huh?

Placing a soft, sweet chaste and feather-light kiss to Pirin's forehead, the once illicit knight tenderly lowers him down onto the ground. Admittedly he'd prefer to place his dear on something softer or warmer, but it's just them, the rain and the pier. Walking over to the Captain, Valen catches Sinbad's bloodied fist, raised for yet another merciless blow that might very well be the final.

—"Sinbad. You will kill him if you keep going. It's not worth it." Slowly, reluctantly, the tanned outlaw lowers the fist. Heaving a frustrated sigh in a sharp huff-like exhale, glaring down at the bloodied mage with disgust- And gets up. Walks over to the prone vampire, crouching down by his side to gently pick him up.

Merlin slowly, with effort and shaky arms, sits up. Looking up at the Solitaire with wide, pleading black-eyes. Fishing for sympathy. Playing victim. Only to be met with his cold, disappointed, resentment-filled leer. Quieter fury, fury nonetheless.

—"Valen..I-"

—"You know, Magister.. There's this saying I often heard about: 'Never meet your heroes.' -I never thought one day I'd be agreeing with it. And I always have been awed by tales of your great deeds, since I was just a kid.. Worst part has to be that I'm not even that angry. Simply sorely disappointed in what you've turned into." Merlin's hopeful smile fades, stunned by the numbness of his usually vivacious voice. The bitter edge that taints, seeps in it for but a short moment.

"As if hiding away in your cozy House wasn't enough.

Have you any idea, Merlin, how happy General Hogan was? When he met your double, thinking he got to reunite with his old friend at last? Do you know how that man has missed you all those years, after your disappearance without a trace? Not even a goodbye?" Stormcaller hums under his palm, fingertips idly relaxing on the hilt as he's crouched onto one knee before the fallen "legend".

"Or how much Mirael has been endlessly searching for you? How much Cassadee and Fay look up to you? The people of Holistone, of Esperia, look up to you? ...Do you even care about any of them, Merlin? About anything other than your powers, that you are so desperate to reclaim?" Nowhere to run or hide, squirming uncomfortably under his even gaze. And sharp words. If you want, are going to be a massive prick-- at least don't air it for the world to see. Keep your dirty laundry to yourself.

—"You gave up everything, knew you'd get none of the adventures, connections or honor and fame--Back when you called upon the star; struck your deal for Pirin to take your stead, your duties. And then you go get jealous, of everything he gained, try to steal it for yourself. ..Am I wrong, Magister?" Silence, no longer able to look him in the eye. No. "You can't expect great rewards, without giving an ounce of effort, Merlin. So reap what you've sown." You did this to yourself.

Merlin reaches out a hand, Valen doesn't so much as bother to offer him a hand to help get up. Simply saunters to join Sinbad in leaving the pier, carrying the damaged 'doll' to a medic. Ideally. Or to mend him themselves at the inn. The familiars huddle to their owner, the swordsman throwing them a brief side-glance, tuning out their words of distaste and disappointment per his and Sinbad's address.

Valen shakes his head, turning his attention ahead.

Like owner, like familiars.

----

Later, Merlin discovered he's not treated any better at the desert. The Uru clan weren't any friendlier, quite hostile actually. The second he set foot on the oasis settlement, instead of a curt acknowledging nod of welcome-- Soren acted towards him like he'd behave with any unfamiliar outsider. Rushed and charged right at him, swinging and slamming his club hard with lethal force.

What was (shouldn't have been) a surprise, is that Alsa didn't boast her usual welcoming and friendly attitude. Instead she struck out in sync with her brother, assumed a combative stance. The kids had varying reactions- Some were wary, some angry, some kept distance and others seemed ready to join the fray. "Go away! You're a bad mage!" "You're not welcome to our clan! Go away!"

"You-You hurt our Little Finch! You meanie!"

—"But..I'm Merlin! The real Magister Merlin!" A small 'meteorite' drops a little too close, missing his head by a hair. A very stern warning shot, as the angry teen bear swings his club in a repelling strike. The fury burning in his russet-brown irises is colder than the desert night chills, gritting out gruffly and simply- "Scram."

—"...Merlin. Please leave."

—"I..I made this oasis..! I really did! I can tell you so many tales of my-" —"Shut it. We don't need your stupid bragging. You, are no one. Just a magister." The wrath in Soren's death glare is...personal. Deeply personal, his venomous words a growl.

—"You made the oasis, and we're thankful...But.." —"You didn't once visit us or the desert. Now you remember to drag your ass here, after ditching us. And have the audacity to even show your face after almost killing Pops--You expect us to clap? Yeah right, go fuck off."

"Soren!"

And so, the Great legend left. Back to his Mystical House went, where he crawled from a little too late. Bearing the consequences of his choices and actions..or lack there of. Didn't need to think about going to the Dark Forest-- Eironn, Lyca, Lorsan and Bryon won't be any welcoming either, learning what he'd done today. How he dared unjustly almost murder their 'Graveborn' comrade.

And for what?

Jealousy.

[unluckyoscthoughts]

The tacophy deep dive post

Hello, my name's Ozzy, better known as Vandal or TUV. If u know me from this acc you know my biggest ship and main fixation when it comes to the ii fandom is a crackship involving Taco and Trophy. In the past uh 3 or so years that I've been in the fandom I've gotten got knows how many questions and remarks abt how it makes no sense or that they didn't even know it was a thing. And out of sheer boredom, I decided I'm gonna make a deep dive post abt the ship.

the post will be in the following order

1: characters themselves

2: why i think they could be buddies

3: their flaws, the ppl they hurt and why that plays into one another

4: just general silly shit i wanna add cuz its relevant

Who are these weird little dudes??

Ur not living under a rock you KNOW who Taco and Trophy are, but here i wanna talk a bit about their personalities.

As we all know, taco is very very fucking smart, she was able to hide her actual personality for an entire season of show. While her motive for her behavior isn't known as of writing this post, we know there's definitely some amount of reason behind it.

She's not above playing dirty or flat out killing people to get what she wants, casualties are just a part of it, they're technically immortal so long Mephone is around anyway. Her morals seem beyond fucked, caring about people supposedly but not being against using them for whatever personal goal she may have.

Despite this, if we know one thing about her its that being reminded of her mistakes and what she has done can very quickly set her off or make her upset.

But the basics, in summary, are that she has little regard for others and how what she does affects them until its too late. She's arrogant, yet smart and tactful which makes her such a threat.

And then there's trophy, who in contrast is a lot stupider in terms of his behavior and motives. Again, we don't know his reasoning behind doing what he does, other than just wanting to be better than others.

He's to put it bluntly, a fucking asshole, just for the sake of why not. Making people do things for him purely because he himself does not want to do it, manipulative in his own way. While actual attempted murder isn't something he would do, he clearly isn't above breaking a few laws if u so much as piss him off like with knife and his doll.

Outside of that/after he was eliminated he seems to have calmed down a bit, he likes photography and probably learned to find something else to do other than antagonize people for funsies.

He of course is arrogant as well, but his lack of motivation to do things himself doesn't make him that big of a threat, especially if the thing he's using against you is just normal to others.

why could they be friends? [How they meet hc I guess]

So why do I think they could get along ? Ngl I'm gonna have to put a bit of headcanons in here but it makes sense I promise.

We all know Trophy likes photography right? Well what place on the ii map :tm: would have great photo potential? The forest.

I imagine that one day, Trophy goes to the forest to take photos and whatnot [a little bit before the episode where lb and tt go back in time I'd say.] As he walks around taking photos of things, he manages to bump into taco after she [embarrassingly] falls out of a tree [mirroring her falling when hit with the gemory] and falls in a bush in-front of him. He'd be a bit shocked, cuz what the fuck just happened and wouldn't really respond until she asks if he's just going to keep standing there as she's trying to get unstuck. When he snaps out of it he picks her up to get her out and places her down. Taco, having watched the show closely, knows who he is and initially wanted to use him alongside Microphone until remembering he was eliminated and therefore would be a little bit useless. He meanwhile starts asking who she is, irritating her a lot as she did NOT get shamed on show for people to not know who she is.

The two don't actually bond in this first interaction, that comes a few days or so later when Trophy, again, finds her in the forest. This time he basically just asks her if she can find cool places he can take photos of, which does annoy her a bit but if it means he'll go away sure. This repeats a few times until she, reluctantly, gets attached.

Other stuff ig is i think they could bond over their past mistakes, a bit far fetched but hey, a boy can dream.

Their sins and whatnot

Lets talk abt their sins and what they could bond over in that regard

Taco: killed a few people, manipulation, trying to steal money, probably kidnapping with mepad

Trophy: bullying, blackmail, manipulation

I also think its interesting to note that the people they hurt have a bond with one another. Knife and pickle are buddies, Knife and Mic are buddies and we know Mic cut the bs and pointed out her behavior towards Pickle, its likely those 2 are going to become friends as well. their victims realistically can bond over these experiences.

The people they hurt and the influence they have could play into their conversations. While Trophy has done way less, he still hurt people. Them being able to bond over the past, the things they did and how to handle that guilt would be sweet.

filler i mean other stuff

Here goes other random shit i think would be funny or just mostly hcs/vague stuff that has no real evidence

Justin has confirmed Taco can fit in his head[like the cup part], largely why i tend to draw her just...in there.

i think they bond over a shared hatred of Knife

Trophy likes tea, she likes tea, let them drink tea together

i hc both were extremely ''trapped'' during their childhoods. Taco was babied to hell and back while Trophy was expected to be perfect, causing their respective ways of lashing out. A lack of freedom in both.

This is more an observation but Taco is so fucking short lmfao she can just be grabbed

based on drawings two friends made, i think they'd commit crimes together.

i think Trophy would sneak Taco into the hotel at one point AFTER ii ends to ensure she doesn't have to stay outside all the time.

And thats all for now, folks. So what was i really trying to do with this? well mostly just...rant, i miss being able to talk abt ii2. I might edit this post a bit later, to add more stuff, fix wording, answer questions etc. Tacophy means a lot to me as a ship, even if the only footing it stands on is built out of popsicle sticks and tape. Rarepairs are fun, i've had the occasional person yell at me for shipping this but honestly, its never stopped me. I love seeing people kind of warm up to the idea, even if just showing interest in the dynamic.

If u read this and thought it was neat, pls show it cuz i worked p hard on this. Have a good day :)