#but if i catch you shipping them we're gonna have to throw hands

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine learning to tolerate Shanks' Haki on your own

You: * a recent recruit on the Red Force currently on look out* Hey boss.

Shanks: *nursing a hangover with a pitcher of Bloody Mary* oh this better be good, What is it?

You: There's a marine ship approaching us on the starboard side.

Shanks: *groans loudly*

Half of the crew, who are also hung over: *throw things and his at him to be quiet*

Benn: fuck, it's too early for this.

Shanks: I got this I got this *releases his Conqueror's Haki*

You: *Gets knocked out*

Benn: *watches you slump over in the crow's nest* Shit

Shanks: What?

Benn: The kid's out

You: *starts to slide*

Benn: *lunges so he catches you in his arms*

Shanks: *sighs* we're gonna have to train them before this becomes a problem.

Benn: You have fun with that *tosses you on his lap hitting Shanks right in the nuts*

A week later

You: Hey Lime, look at what I found *Drags a large planter pot over to him*

Lime Juice: Ohh is that a broad leafed ridge berry! I've been looking for one for years.

You: Hey boss, can I take this on board?

Shanks: No you can't bring that thing on my ship.

You: It's a plant, and a valuable medicinal herb.

Shanks: *dislikes stinky medicines as well * nope, it stinks

You: But Shanks

Shanks: *his haki flares* I said no.

You: *doesn't even notice as you point a finger at his chest * You're only saying no because when it comes to receiving medical attention he's about as excited as a husky at the vet.

Shanks: *taken aback because he forgot to train you* hey! What's that supposed to mean?

You: It means you're a loud dramatic baby. And while you are notorious for dodging the infirmary, some people would benefit from having it on board.

Lime Juice: *smirks and puts his hand on your shoulder* I got this, chill with the plant till I get back. *Turns to leave*

Shanks: where are you going?

Lime Juice: To talk to the Quarter Master and if he says we can have it, you can't stop us.

Shanks: oh fuck, wait wait, okay you can keep it, you win.

Coming Soon

[tgrailwar-zero]

I get it, Saber. Oh boy, do I get it. But we do have that whole whale out there still, we might need you to sharpen up, at least so you can impress the pretty lady. I mean you NEED to score her flame pad address here.

MUSASHI: "Come on, when am I not sharp? I'm the Flower Swordmaster of the High Seas with this Mystic Code on, I'm basically unstoppable!"

After that comment, and some intense deliberation, you decided it'd be best to take the PRIVATEER's offer. The price put a bit of a dent in your pockets, but 1000 PPT and a bottle of wine doesn't seem too bad.

PRIVATEER: "Good deal! Pleasure doin' business! Come aboard!"

MUSASHI: "Thank you! Glad to be part of the crew, Captain!"

As MUSASHI helped you up onto the deck, the PRIVATEER gleefully took the wine, and 1000 of your hard-earned PPT. She snapped her fingers, and a few figures materialized on the ship. The crew, most likely. Some of them seemed ethereal, like ghosts. Others, however, seemed more solid.

PRIVATEER: "Alright, you bastards! Now we've got ourselves a whale to bag! Let's remind that whale exactly who he's messing with!"

SKELETON PIRATE: "B-But ain't you afraid it's gonna eat everyone up, Admiral?"

ADMIRAL: "…Do I look like krill to you? I'm the Admiral of the god-damn Solar Cell, so let's show that bloated ball of blubber what's what! Now, do any of you lily-livered suckers want to hop off now, or do you want to show the Solar Cell and the Moon what you're actually made of? You joined 'cause you wanted to be pirates, right? 'Cause you were bored of that hoity-toity Solar lifestyle, right?"

CREW: "Of course, Admiral!"

ADMIRAL: "Then are you gonna run scared from an itty-bitty whale!?"

CREW: "Of course not, Admiral! We're ready to sail!"

ADMIRAL: "That's what I like to hear! Now let's get to our stations and hit the seas! I catch any one of you slacking, and our guests will get a first-hand showing of what it looks like when someone is keelhauled out into monster-infested waters!"

The crew shouted in affirmative unison as they scattered about, and the ship began to hit the seas. The ADMIRAL leaped up onto the helm, taking the wheel. You felt a harsh ocean wind begin to rush against you as the vessel picked up in speed, splashing against the ocean waters.

MUSASHI: "Woah, talk about charisma... even I'm starting to feel pumped up!"

The Captain's excitement is infectious! MUSASHI gets an extra Mana Charge for this fight!

-

JAGUAR MAN: "And the crowd goes wild! Shrewd fighters don't get to see her in action, but this should be a treat even for our newbies! You know her, you love her, can we get a resounding cheer for our Admiral!"

DURYODHANA: "Hah! 'Love' is a strong word, especially for a disgraced woman like her… but she's a proven Servant. Summoned as a prospective General, instantly got a big head before she even got her Trigger Key and snagged several Solar Cell Zones practically unopposed, and then held them ransom! 'Course, the payout was monumental, but it's not like you can stay on the Council after a stunt like that. I'm surprised she still has a title, frankly."

-

ADMIRAL: "Uh-oh, are they gossiping about me? Don't forget the part where I held the Priestess at gunpoint!"

Considering what you knew about the Solar Cell, that seemed like an incredibly serious crime, but she was using a tone more akin to how a teenager might talk about throwing eggs at someone's house.

There was a quiet splash next to the ship, as one of the pirates waddled out of the water and over to the captain.

SHARK-PERSON(?): "...cap'n."

ADMIRAL: "Yes, Jawsica?"

JAWSICA: "......we've got incomin' projectiles seven cables away an' quickly closin' in. lookin' to be 'bout three in total."

ADMIRAL: "Haha, really now? Well, ain't that sweet! Moby's sendin' presents our way, and it's not even my birthday! Hang on tight, you scallywags!"

As the shark-headed pirate scampered off, the ADMIRAL gripped the ship's wheel with both hands, spinning it heavily as the ship tilted away. You saw three flashes of blue light shooting through the water, before suddenly detonating.

MUSASHI: "Woah! Masters, look out!"

The ship rocked violently as several eruptions in the water, the motion and the explosions knocking you off kilter. The wheel was spun again at the helm, as the ship steadied itself. You heard the ADMIRAL behind you let out a loud, excited hoot as she raised a fist in the air, cackling like a madwoman.

ADMIRAL: "Woo~ooh! Don't you just love the thrill of danger?! Alright, I've got my hands on the wheel, but you're the fighters! I'm followin' your lead!"

Alright. Now was the time for you and SABER to engage the enemy.

You're currently far away from MOBY DICK. You know the vague direction it is, helped by following the line where the projectiles came from. You can see the faint outline of a shadow in the water, but that's about it, and the shadow itself seems to ebb and flow.

See this post to see SABER's actions!

MUSASHI STATS:

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X/X]

MANA CHARGES: [ X ] [ X ]

COMMAND SPELLS: [ X / X / ]

[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | 3. lilies of the valley

overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.

chapter summary: the royal family throws a ball and you're in charge of floral decorations. along the way, you spy on some official business and meet two other princes of the house of choi...

word count: 1.9k

warnings: a character yelling at another but it's very minor

author’s note: this is more of a transitional chapter but it's gonna set up some things for later in the story! also WE'RE FINALLY GETTING SOOGYU HERE ヽ(⌒▽⌒)ﾉ yes the choi line are all distantly related in this fic, they belong to the same royal house but are like... very very distant cousins or something lol. easier for me to do than to make them unrelated and part of 3 different houses of choi and me explaining "no they're all different" ksljdfkls

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“those look amazing, y/n. you sure they aren’t ready yet?”

yeonjun watches you as you walk through the greenhouse, showering a long row of lilies of the valley with your watering can. the flowers arrived just that morning and you need to treat them with care before they’re planted. as you water them, the droplets stick to the little white bulbs of flowers and catch the sunlight. you smile at the sight and spy yeonjun smiling at at them, too.

“give them a few days, your ma- yeonjun. they’ll look even more beautiful planted at the front entrance.”

you notice his smile grow just a bit bigger at you using his name, a habit you haven’t quite gotten used to yet. “can’t wait,” he says, and bends down to talk to one of the flowers. “you need to grow up well, okay? make y/n proud! don’t disappoint them!” he laughs and you start giggling yourself.

“they’ll have to make you proud too, you know. we can’t have your ball guests thinking poorly of you and your family because of a few wilted flowers.”

“i know, i know...” yeonjun wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close, and you put down your watering can to accommodate him. “but you should be the one getting the credit. you worked so hard to get these shipped here and take care of them, so you should be proud of yourself.”

you nod, feeling warm at his touch, and lean into him as he pats your shoulder. 

there’s only a few days left until the welcome ball that the royal family is hosting for some diplomatic envoys, and you and your father have been tasked with preparing the gardens and floral decorations for the event. the two of you have been up to your necks in work: surveying the gardens, planning the theme and the floral arrangements to go with it, going through your inventory of flowers, and preparing them for planting once they’ve started to bloom. 

that means that you simply haven’t had the time to do your usual errand of leaving specially chosen flowers in yeonjun’s bedroom. you’re grateful, then, that he took matters into his own hands: he declared that he would be in charge of overseeing the gardens and floral decor for the event, which was really a thinly veiled excuse to see you.

“can i try?” yeonjun picks up the watering can you set down. “let me help you too.”

“careful, i’m the one with the green thumb around here,” you tease. “we don’t want the flowers withering and dying before ball day.”

“hey! c’mon, that’s not fair.” he pouts and brings the watering can close to his chest. “i haven’t even done anything yet, you don’t know if they’ll die! maybe i’ll do a great job and they’ll bloom even more!”

you laugh and shake your head. “fine, fine. maybe the flowers will be awed by your majesty.” you see him sigh as you mention his title. “here, you can try watering this row, i haven’t worked on them yet.”

一

on the day of the ball itself, you change out of your usual faded gardening smock into the plain navy blue uniform assigned to servants of the castle. it’s not as comfortable as your usual attire, but the fabric is not as stiff as you feared it would be, and you move around the castle grounds freely.

while you are neither a guest at the ball nor one of the servants working in the ballroom itself, the chamberlain wanted anyone who lives or works on the castle grounds to look presentable, just in case the envoys saw them while walking around. besides, he told you and your father, you need to be on call in case one of the flowerbeds or vases gets ruined and needs to be replaced.

you spend the early afternoon wandering around the southern gardens, admiring the work that you and your father did over the past few weeks. the lilies of the valley sway gently in the breeze, their white bulbs rustling like tiny bells. as you gaze at the horizon, the flowers you planted seem to meld together into a symphony of colors: white and yellow, light and dark blue, pink and purple. you can’t help but marvel at the sight, and at the realization that you and your father managed to do all that. you should be proud of yourself, yeonjun told you, and you do feel a bud of pride swell in your chest.

you spot movement from the corner of your eye and turn towards the southern castle entrance facing the gardens. there you see yeonjun dressed finely for the occasion, meeting with a pair of middle-aged men in heavy grey jackets adorned with medals. you tilt your head at the sight as curiosity gets the better of you 一 because of how busy you are, you’ve never actually seen yeonjun on his princely duties. you move closer, but out of their line of sight, wondering what on earth they could be talking about; soon you are able to examine their faces, yet remain far enough that their words are only unintelligible noise.

the shorter of the two middle-aged men appears to be raising his voice, his eyes bulging as he goes on a tirade that you can’t hear. the other man, almost as tall as yeonjun himself, is smiling but his expression is strained as if trying to hide something. you glance over at yeonjun and notice that his face has turned cold. he stares at them as if he sees right through them, and his lips are pulled in a taut line. when the short man finishes his tirade and the prince is allowed to respond, his expression barely changes.

of course. the ice-cold prince, you remember. the more you get to know yeonjun, the more you realize that the moniker is a carefully crafted facade. since he is the only child and heir of the house of choi, the future of the kingdom hangs on his shoulders; he knows that there are too many people who see him as a weak spot, waiting for him to make a mistake so that they can take power for themselves. to keep them at bay he puts on an air of haughtiness, signaling that he is not the weak spot they think him to be.

but he is nothing like that, you think 一 you know. you know how he smiles at the smallest of joys, how he loves the company of friends, how he knows the right thing to say to bring comfort or encouragement; there is nothing cold about him. yet not only is that side of himself hidden from others, but also that side must remain hidden from certain people to protect his kingdom. you feel a sting in your heart at the thought.

the two middle-aged men start to leave, and yeonjun turns to head back to the castle. you wonder what they have been discussing, though you assume it’s something you probably have no involvement in. before you can think about it any further, you are distracted by distant shouting at the edge of the gardens.

“hey, you’ve had several turns now, let me try!”

“just wait, i’m trying to beat my record!”

“you said that last time and you haven’t beaten your record yet! just accept that you’re never going to beat it!”

“hyung, how could you say that?! i thought you were my biggest support一”

their words are cut off and you hear rustling, followed by a panicked shout. then something gently bumps against your feet 一 a small rubber ball.

the ball is soon followed by two young men around yeonjun’s age running towards you. one of them is lanky with a slender face, the other tall with high features. you notice that their coats also bear the embroidered insignia of the house of choi.

“look what you did, you almost scared one of the servants,” the tall one chides.

“relax, they’re doing just fine. right?” the lanky one gives you a charming smile.

you stare for a moment, unsure what to make of these rowdy young men, until you remember your manners and make a hasty bow.

“i’m alright, thank you. don’t worry about me. here.” you pick up the ball and hand it to them.

“i’m terribly sorry for troubling you like this,” the tall one says and returns the bow. “let me introduce ourselves. i’m choi soobin, prince of the central branch of the house of choi.”

“i’m choi beomgyu, prince of the eastern branch,” the lanky one says. “nice to meet you.”

your eyes light up as you recall yeonjun mentioning just how extensive the house of choi is, with rulers in different kingdoms. yeonjun’s own family, he once said, is from the main northern branch.

“pleased to meet you, your majesties,” you say, bowing again more deeply. “i’m y/n, and i’m one of the gardeners of the castle. i hope you’ll enjoy our gardens.”

at the mention of your name, soobin and beomgyu exchange knowing looks. beomgyu breaks out into a wide grin.

“you一 you’re y/n! you’re the one yeonjun hyung mentions all the time in his letters!”

“e-excuse me?”

“a-ah, pardon us...” soobin flushes and gives you an embarrassed smile. “we’ve heard a lot about you from yeonjun hyung. he writes to us and tells us about a gardener friend that he made. that’s you... right?”

now it’s your turn to flush at his words. “i-uh... unless he made another gardener friend, i suppose that’s me.”

the two of them are now grinning from ear to ear, and you flush even deeper. just what did yeonjun tell them about you?

as if on cue, your friend appears behind soobin and beomgyu and wraps an arm each around their shoulders. “found you!”

“yeonjun hyung!” 

the three young men tackle each other in an embrace and nearly fall over, cheering and laughing as they do. you hear shouts of “i missed you!” and “i got more handsome, right?!” amidst the chaos, and your heart grows light at the sight. gone is the ice-cold prince from moments ago, and here again is the friend you know.

once the greeting is over, yeonjun pokes his head from the tackle-hug out at you. “y/n! you’re here!” he releases himself from his companions and pulls you into a hug of your own. “i’m so glad you made it out,” he says, pulling away. “and how come you met soobin and beomgyu without me?! i was going to introduce you in a dignified way!”

“anything is more dignified than running into gyu trying to beat his football record,” soobin snorts.

“i was going to beat it if you didn’t distract me! and my record is still better than yeonjun hyung’s.”

“hey, why are you bringing me into this?!”

you can’t help but snort at their banter, and all three of them turn to look at you.

“c’mon, you two. you’re embarrassing me in front of y/n.” yeonjun links your arm with his and turns to the others. “let’s do a tour of the castle gardens? i need to show all the work y/n did. they did an amazing job.”

“he never shuts up about you,” beomgyu says to you.

you smile before you even realize it; you only feel it when your cheeks begin to hurt. “sure, i’ll show you around,” you say. “let me tell you all about the flowers for tonight’s ball...”

end notes: alright! for chapter 4 we're getting the actual ball (kinda-sorta), and we're getting a nice lovely yeonjun x reader moment ;~; ch4 is my favorite one so far so i'm excited to finish it and post it aaaaaa

[via-rant]

"What do you mean he grows a year everyday?!?!" Annabeth yelled at Hebe who explained it. He also gets his memories back with each year that passes.

"Look, you insult a Goddess you get a punishment."

"Yeah! But you couldn't have kept him a baby?!?! We got everything we need already!! Plus protecting him and now we need to learn how to use the ship, and isn't this gonna fuck with his memories????"

"I'll do something about that last part later. But right now. This is your punishement. Bye!" She said disappearing as Piper glared at her.

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

He put the binki in his mouth and tapped Bufords head. The now two year old was starting to look at things with curiosity. Hazel smiled a little and picked him up placing him on top of the table in a sitting position, holding onto the leash just in case. Burford started walking and Leo cooed in excitement.

Leo started laughing when Buford sped up and Hazel got nervous but realized he knew what he was doing. They hid in Leo's room because of the battle that was going on outside. They had to clean it the first day when they put the crib in it. It was a mess. Leo might be mad at where they put things but what else were they supposed to do?

The next day, at 3, he started taking things apart. The trash can, the floors, the railings. Annabeth almost had a heart attack when she found him almost over the edge. They were just trying to play hide and seak. He just laughed and she couldn't help but smile but promised to never leave him alone again.

They found out he had a lisp at age 4. His S's were TH's, his TH's were F's or D's, and his L's and R's were W's. It was adorable. He also met Festus who scared him so much he started crying. Jason realized his mistake and carried him away, apologizing to Festus. He thought he'd like him.

Though he had a weird interest with knives. He held one and stared at it like it was a threat that was going to attack him at any second. In all honesty, it's a knife and if he was being careless yeah so they assumed it was warranted. Until Jason gently took it away.

"Thowy. (Sorry.)"

"For what?"

"You'wre not mad at me?" Jason raised a brow.

"No, of course not. Why would we be?" He shrugged and continued making something with the legos.

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

"I fink I wanna twy to be fwiendsth wif da dwagon." He told Frank at 5.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He theemsth nithe (seems nice)." He said and Frank smiled holding out his hand. He walked him to the helm and Leo backed away a little, when he turned around.

"It's okay." Frank assured and Leo noded taking a breath. He walked forward hesitantly as he waited patiently. When he got close enough Festus nuzzled him and Leo laughed a little. He hugged his snout, realizing how comfy it was and relaxed. Frank smiled at how adorable this was. Then they started talking. And they did not stop talking. Though Festus warned them about a monster coming their way. Frank had to pick him up and go into his room again while Leo asked questions.

"Monthter?!?!"

"It's okay. We're professionals." Though he cried when he saw that Hazel was hurt. They reassured him she was fine, it was just a scratch. They just needed to make it better, like the ones he gets.

》》 ---- ☆ ---- 《《

The next two days were the same. He was in a cheery, happy mood, his lisp gone and excitedly telling them mom was happier since they got rid of his babysitter the morning he was 7.

"What babysitter?"

"Oh. Tìa Callida. Mamà says she's crazy. I mean, I guess trying to make me fight a snake was bad."

"She what?"

"Yeah. It was weird. She made me throw knives and catch them too. That's kind of why I'm scared of them. But she's gone now. And Mamàs happier, and I get to go to her work with her!! She says she's making something that'll change our lives too!!" He kept rambling on and on and they tried to listen but he talked so fast.

No one could say the same for the next day

[sweaterkittensahoy]

hey! if you’re still doing prompts—i saw how you said that you take on any ships sort of like a challenge and everything so may i offer you this incredible crackship: douglass/harding in which harding catches him with his ridiculous amount of rubbers and teaches him how to actually use it right

ignore this if u want, or change the ship if u prefer :)

[This grew feelings. I blame feelings.]

Douglass is on his third "welcome back from the dead" whiskey when Colonel Harding comes up to him at the bar and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Sir," Douglass greets.

"How you feeling, Douglass?" Harding asks. He's got a whiskey in his own hand, his cigar in the same hand. His hand lingers for another moment on Douglass's shoulder, then he takes his hand away so he can retrieve his cigar and take a drag. 

"Some bumps and bruises," Douglass says, "but the cuts are the worst of it, Sir."

Harding nods. "Good. Glad to hear it. He leans a little closer, his shoulder brushing Douglass's for a moment. "I do have a question regarding your personal effects, though."

"What's that, Sir?" Douglass asks. 

"Why in the hell do you have so many goddamn prophylactics in your footlocker?"

Douglass snorts whiskey up his nose. Harding gives him one sharp smack on the back as he wheezes. His vision and airways clear after a couple of moments, and he realizes they have an audience. Crosby and Blakely and Hambone and a few others. "Well, Sir," he says, and flashes Harding his most winning smile, "it's been awhile since I had leave."

The boys laugh, and Harding smirks as he sips his whiskey. "For fuck's sake, Douglass, pick a pretty face and get your dick wet before we can float your damn footlocker back to the States after the war."

Douglass leads the laughter this time. "Yes, Sir," he says. "If that's an order, I'll see if I can't trick Blakely right here into a little something tonight."

"I'm still not over the clap you gave me last time," Blakely retorts, which causes even more laughing. 

"Hell, I assumed he just never wears a rubber because the social disease eats through 'em before he even gets started," Hambone adds. 

As the boys keep roasting Douglass, he cuts a quick look to Harding, who takes another sip of his whiskey, then taps his glass three times. Douglass nods once, and Harding steps back away, giving them their space to celebrate again.

"I don't know how you kept laughing like that after the Colonel busted you for those rubbers," Crosby says a few minutes later. "I think I'd have drowned myself in my drink."

"That's where you and I are different, Croz," Douglass says, giving Crosby's a little shake. "I <em>glory</em> in being a pervert. You prefer to keep it between you and the missus," he waits for Crosby to take a sip of his drink before he adds, "And Bubbles."

Crosby spits out his drink. "He <em>told</em>?" he hisses.

Douglass stares. "No!" he says. He covers his mouth. "Holy shit, really?"

"Oh, god," Crosby says. 

"Hey, look, first of all, you know no one fucking cares, right?" Douglass asks. "Wait. I remembered who I'm talking to. So, okay, first of all, Croz, no one fucking cares. We're the fuckingest and suckingest base in the whole fucking ETO. But also, good for you. And Jean. And Bubbles, honestly. If it works, it works."

"I have to go throw myself into an engine," Crosby mutters, putting his hands over his face. "We're gonna–Jean wants to tell her family first, so there's no surprises."

"What? Like a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Crosby?"

Crosby stares at him through his fingers. Douglass heaves a huge sigh. "Okay, that's a yes. So, look, I'm gonna go get your man to come and talk you down from this ledge, and then I'm gonna shut my fucking mouth until the two of you say a fucking word about it, got me?" 

"You love gossip," Crosby says. 

"Oh, I sure do," Douglass agrees. "But you're not the only one trying to figure out when to make a relationship official." Crosby glances at Blakely, which makes Douglass snort. "Nah. Love him like a brother." Crosby looks at Hambone. "Tried it. He bites harder than I like." Douglass watches as Crosby's eyes get impossibly wider. 

"Wait," Crosby whispers. "The Colonel and your foot locker and–"

"Yup," Douglass says, and it's nice to say it to someone, even if Crosby looks like he wants to crawl under the table and never talk to a human being ever again. "So, I know what you're up to, and you know what I'm up to, and we'll both keep our mouths shut until otherwise notified, yeah?"

"Yeah,' Crosby says. He clears his throat and sits up straight, dropping his hands from his face. "I mean, yeah. Obviously. You can trust me."

"I know," Douglass replies. It's true. Crosby's an overthinker, but he only talks too much about his own shit, not anyone else's. "Feel free to tell Bubbles if you want. Only seems fair."

"So, you're gonna tell–" Crosby presses his fingers to his mouth. "It's fine," he says after a moment. "I trust you, too."

"Great." Douglass stands and gives Crosby a grin, then walks over to Bubbles, who's caught in a conversation with a couple other navigators. Douglass doesn't know how the man is managing not to be at Crosby's right arm right now, but he supposes everyone's different when they witness a resurrection. "Crosby needs to talk to you, and for the record, I apologize if he's a little incoherent."

Bubbles gives him a look but doesn't ask, just walks over to Crosby. Douglass watches as Crosby whispers in Bubbles's ear, then watches Bubbles react without words, simply staring like Crosby must be crazy. Crosby nods sharply, and Bubbles laughs, then shrugs, then whispers something back to Crosby that has him laughing, too. 

Yeah, Douglass thinks as he slips out the door of the officer's club, those two and Jean will do just fine. 

He takes his time walking to his destination. He's going to be incredibly early when he gets there no matter, but it feels good to have the air on his face after what he's been through. The fear when they were hit, the crash, the sitting around and waiting for someone who could help them. Then coming back and finding out everyone had thought he'd died. Which, he doesn't blame them for assuming. Everyone saw them losing altitude in a fire fight. He'd have assumed the same. 

But still. 

He looks up at the sky, watching the patchy clouds move for a few seconds before he breathes out hard and looks towards his destination. It's Chick's hut, set a few yards behind the control tower. The lights are on, and Chick's outside, leaning next to the door and staring at the sky like Douglass just was. Douglass gives a low whistle, and Chick meets his gaze. He's mostly done with his cigar, but the ember is still bright on the end, and it shows him the upturned corner of Chick's mouth. 

"I said thirty minutes," Chick greets. 

"Didn't want to wait," Douglass replies. He doesn't stop walking until he can feel the warmth of Chick's body. He's usually a little more careful even though no one ever wanders this way at this time of day. Any possible interest in fucking on, in, or near the control tower is immediately doused by the fact that the CO's hut is within hearing distance. 

Chick takes the last drag of his cigar, and Douglass goes up on his toes, lifting his chin and opening his mouth. Chick holds his chin as he breathes the smoke against his lips, and Douglass feels wild and settled in equal measure. "Come on," Chick says, then just barely touches their mouths together. 

Douglass wants to grab him by his blouse and hold him still while he kisses him until neither of them remember their names. But he remembers their ranks, so he lets Chick open the door and gesture him inside. 

Chick's hut is as classically masculine as he is. A leather couch and chair in front of the wood stove. Simple, dark green curtains on the windows. A small table and two wooden chairs bought from a craftsman in the village next to a low bookcase full of novels and classics. The bed–an actual, real bed–done up in military green with a proper nightstand and dresser but tucked behind a wooden privacy screen that matches the table and chairs. His footlocker acts as the coffee table in front of the couch. There's a single bulb lighting up the whole hut from the middle, but there's also a standing lamp in one corner, angled to reflect the most light from the rafters of the hut, brightening the whole space.

"I thought about this," Douglass says as he looks around the space and notices the changes from just the last few days. There's clean laundry on one of the wooden chairs, and a brand new book on the footlocker. It has a bookmark in it. Chick hasn't gotten very far. 

"Thought about what?" Chick asks. He walks over to the bookcase. The top of it also serves as a small bar area. He opens the whiskey and pours a double-shot into two glasses, then carries them over to Douglass. 

"This," Douglass says, taking the glass with a nod. "The couch. The fire. Your books." He waggles his eyebrows at Chick. "Your bed."

Chick snorts. "Cheeky."

Douglass purses his lips in a kiss. "You've never complained. Not in here, at least."

Chick gives Douglass a considering look, then steps in close. "You were thinking of my quarters while you were crashing?" he asks. 

"Yeah," Douglass says. They've never said much about their relationship, not even to each other. But he's nearly died and was then presumed dead, and then walked back in to a resurrection welcome, and well, that makes a man consider things. "I was scared shitless, and I wanted to think of something safe." 

"Jim, goddamnit," Chick says, looking shattered. "You can't just say that sort of thing without warning." But there's a shaky smile at the corner of his mouth. 

"Well, our navigator shouldn't have steered us into a fucking tree, but here I am," Douglass replies, and the surprised laugh from Chick makes him feel good. 

Chick holds up his glass. "To making it back," he says. "I'm fucking glad."

"Me, too," Douglass agrees, and they tap their glasses together. He takes a sip of the whiskey, then steps forward so he can wrap an arm around Chick's waist. "Now," he says, "let's talk about why you know how many rubbers are in my foot locker."

"I do the final sign off on the inventory slips," Chick says. "I don't usually even read them. Kidd signs off before me, and I know he does. I'm just the final bit of red tape to get them sent. But…" He pauses for a long moment, but he doesn't look away from Douglass. Douglass doesn't look away from him. "I know some things about you, but I wondered what I was about to miss. So, I read it." 

Douglass can't help his chuckle. "And there they were. 200 rubbers."

Chick grins, wide and pleased, the way Douglass always tries to make him grin when they're together. "204, actually."

Douglass throws his head back and laughs. Chick cups the back of his neck like he doesn't want him to get too far away. "They <em>counted</em>?" he says. 

"Wouldn't want anyone to think we stole your rubbers," Chick replies. He leans down and kisses Douglass's Adam's apple. 

Douglass shivers and feels his knees go weak. "Chick," he whispers. Chick mouths his Adam's apple, and Douglass nearly drops his glass. "Fuck." A dragging kiss from his Adam's apple up his throat, across the underside of his chin, then onto his mouth. Douglass's whole body goes tight and wild, and then Chick slips his tongue into Douglass's mouth, and a hint of cigar smoke comes with it, and it's all Douglass can do not to tumble to the floor. 

Chick pulls away, but he keeps his hand on the back of Douglass's head. "Drink your whiskey. I'm taking you to bed."

Douglass nods, lets out a shaky breath, and slams his drink. He wouldn't usually. Chick's personal preference is above and beyond anything in the officer's club, but Chick is staring at him like he plans to eat him alive, and Jesus Christ, he's fucking <em>alive</em>.

Chick throws back his own drink, then takes Douglass's glass and sets them both on the footlocker. He turns back to Douglass and reels him in by the belt, kissing him messy and desperate, his dick hard against Douglass's own through their trousers. 

"Race you," Chick mumbles, and Douglass laughs as they shove each other away at the same time and see who ends up naked first. For all the difference in rank, it's the same amount of clothes, but Douglass has never actually beaten Chick at this silly game and doesn't mind that he loses now. 

"Come here," Chick says, stepping back towards the couch. He sits and reaches for Douglass, pulling him onto his lap. "Let me check on you."

Douglass bites back the urge to say he's fine. He is, really, but they've been doing this awhile, and Chick is just the type to check on bumps and bruises. "I told you," he says because he can't be silent on the matter, "the worst of it is on my face."

Chick makes a considering sound and lightly touches the bruises on Douglass's ribs. He finds the ones on his legs, and his chest, the little knot on his shoulder where he'd slipped and jammed into the bomb site. When he presses, Douglass hisses, and Chick pulls him in so he can kiss where he's caused pain. 

"Softie," Douglass murmurs against Chick's ear. 

Chick smacks his hip, which makes Douglass laugh, and then he checks the rest of the bruises. Once he's satisfied Douglass is just fine, he grabs Douglass's ass in both hands and squeezes hard. "How do you want it?" he asks. 

"How do you want it?" Douglass replies. Chick's fingers dig in, one finger just brushing his hole. Douglass arches forward and bites Chick's lower lip. Chick responds by smacking his hip again. 

"I don't want to hurt you, but I want to give you whatever you want," Chick says, mouth pressed against Douglass's ear. "I always want to give you what you want."

Douglass groans and presses his lips against Chick's temple. "Fuck me," he says. "Fuck me so long and hard I feel fucking alive."

Chick holds Douglass's face in his hands and stares into his eyes for a long, unstoppable moment. "You're alive, Jim."

Douglass feels something tight and hot tie up in his chest, and all he can do is nod. Chick presses his thumbs to the corners of Douglass's mouth, and then the corners of his eyes, and then he drops his hands to Douglass's thighs just under his ass and stands up from the couch, Douglass held secure in his grip. 

And the fear and terror and death wipe away, and he's Jim again. Chick's Jim. Because his parents call him James, and his friends call him Jimmy, and brothers' in arms call him Douglass. And it's Chick, only Chick who calls him Jim. And Chick's name is Neil, but it's not. Not to Jim. Who saw him in a London pub two days before Harding showed up as Thorpe's Abbot CO and said, "My name's Neil, but my call sign's Chick," and Douglass, bombardier to Blakely's pilot, had laughed that of all the men to meet that night, he'd met a fucking pilot.

Chick lays him on the bed and nuzzles his neck, then his chest, then his belly. He grips Jim's thighs hard before he pushes them open, and Jim arches his back at the way the touch goes through him. 

Chick splays a hand wide on Jim's chest before reaching over to the side table. Jim touches Chick's jaw before he can move more and uses a single finger under his chin to lead him up to his mouth. 

They share a shivery kiss, Jim cheating by licking the corner of Chick's mouth, which always drives him wild, and then Chick breaks aways. He comes back for one more, brief kiss, and then he actually turns his head like he has to or else he'll just kiss Jim again.

Jim tilts his chin upwards and smiles at the rafters in the ceiling. His skin is buzzing with <em>being alive</em>, and then Chick drops the open tin of Vaseline next to Jim's ribs, and he arches in anticipation of what's next. 

Chick isn't coy. He rubs two fingers over Jim's hole in a rough caress, and then works both fingertips in at the same time. Jim gasps and grunts, then grabs tight at Chick's wrist before he can pull out. Chick grins, leaning down to kiss Jim's stomach, and then works his fingers in another inch.

"Fucking take me, Sir," Jim says, then laughs when Chick uses his free hand to drag his nails down Jim's thigh. "You're so fucking easy," Jim adds and pushes himself up with his arms. Chick shifts his weight and lifts his hand off Jim's thigh so can can wrap his arm around Jim's lower back and hold him in place for a hot, desperate kiss as he pushes his fingers in another inch. 

Jim sees stars and grabs Chick's bicep. His other hand he uses to cup Chick's face and deepen their kiss. 

They spend several minutes kissing, Chick methodically working his fingers deeper into Jack. When his fingertips press hard on Jim's prostate, he whines and falls back onto the bed. He clenches his muscles around Chick's fingers and groans loudly when Chick leans down to drag his stubble along Jim's dick.

"Please," Jim grits out, pulling at Chick's hair because he can cup his head and clench his fingers. 

Chick chuckles and kisses Jim's slit. "Not enough for you?" His voice is a delicious rumble, low and vibrating. 

But Jim's not easily swayed into admitting what he wants. "I've got 204 rubbers in my footlocker," he says. "I can find someone." He laughs and jerks when Chick rubs against his prostate with unquestionable intent, then pulls his fingers out with perfect roughness. 

"Don't you dare," Chick growls.

Jim watches Chick scoop up Vaseline and grease up his dick. "Well, get on with it," he goads as the fact that he's alive sings across his nerves and Chick's sharp, threatening look of getting fucked into the ground heightens the feeling of it all. 

Chick grabs Jim's hips and lifts him into his lap. He lets go of Jim's left hip for just enough time to line his dick up with Jim's hole, and then he pushes in, hissing through his teeth as Jim grunts and reaches out to grab Chick's forearms and keep him as close as possible as Chick starts to fuck him hard and deep and beautiful. 

Jim pants as Chick fucks him, staring into his eyes as Chick refuses to look away. Jim feels taken apart in a same but different way as he was contemplating his mortality the day before in the fort. The adrenaline is the same. The want is different. Dropping to his death the day before, the want was to survive. Being fucked now, Chick leaning forward with his arms on either side of Jim's head, Jim wants to survive and survive and <em>survive</em>. 

He groans, and it turns into a sound he's never made in his life. A combination of being alive and needing to know he's alive and feeling in every pore how alive he is. Chick sucks hard at his Adam's apple, then kisses his neck and his cheek and finally his mouth. 

"Come on," Chick says into Jim's mouth. "Make a mess."

Jim grabs Chick's shoulders and holds on. He presses his hips upward and whines when Chick grabs his ass and holds him in place so his cock rubs over Chick's stomach again and again. 

"Make a mess," Chick says again. "Make a mess, Jim." 

He comes even as Chuck keeps fucking him at the same tempo. Relentless and perfect and devastating until he pushes his mouth against Jim's ear and comes. 

Jim wraps an arm around Chick's head and holds him close. Chick's own hands press perfectly into Jim's hips as they pant into each other's ears. 

"I thought–" Chick swallows loudly in JIm's ear. 

"Me, too," Jim admits. He digs his nails into Chick's scalp and kisses his temple. "I…" he can't finish the thought, not when they're wrapped up so close. 

Chick breathes in and out. He uses one hand to press Jim gently to the right so they can share a kiss, and as it happens, he pulls out. "Shh," he says when Jim whimpers at the loss. 

"Stay. Stay," Jim says. Something he always wants to say but never has. But he survived his own death yesterday, so he feels like it's okay.

Chick kisses his mouth and his cheek and his collarbone. "Jim," he says. 

"I love you," Jim blurts because it's been caught behind his ribs since he realized he was going to live. "I know we agreed this was a fuck and suck–"

"Hush," Chick replies and his kiss is gentle but certain. "Jesus, when I thought I'd lost you," he murmurs against Jim's mouth, then carefully brushes his thumbs over each of the cuts on Jim's face. 

Jim stares at the rafters and breathes slow and deep. He rubs his hands up and down Chick's back. "Hambone puts those rubbers in my foot locker," Jim says. "He thinks I don't know it's him, but I saw him do it once. It makes him laugh."

"I don't fucking care," Chick says and presses kisses to Jim's chest and arms. 

"It's been rough," Jim says, the closest he can come to admitting the war's fucking exhausting. "And it kept making him laugh."

Chick is taking over his entire line of sight suddenly, so close Jim can't see anything else. "I didn't think you had them to fuck around on me," he says. "If you'd be using them, there'd be less."

And Jim laughs, brash and loud and maybe a little uneven, but it's genuine, and it makes Chick smile at him. They kiss again, slow and easy. But Jim's never been the type who can let something land on soft ground, so when they pull apart, he gives Chick his brashest grin and says, "Hey, so did you know Crosby and Bubbles and Mrs. Jean Crosby are fucking?"

"You might have the worst pillow talk in the entire Air Army," Chick mutters, and Jim laughs and laughs and pulls him as close as he possibly can. When he calms down, Chick is smiling at him like he's wonderful, and Jim takes his chance. "Would you tell everyone about us?"

Chick pushes Jim's curls off his forehead. "Would you tell me you love me?" he asks. 

"I love you," Jim answers instantly. 

Chick kisses Jim on the mouth. "I love you," he replies. It's the first time they've ever said it, but it feels exactly right. Honest but sharp, a little mercenary even. "But at least let me have you all to myself for the rest of the night."

Jim laughs and presses his face into Chick's neck. "Okay," he says. "That feels fair."

[tbnrpotato]

Our Own Choices

Chapter 13

When we reach back to the Anaxes base, I go to the medbay and get my hand fixed up. Medical droid replaces the shattered bone inside with metal and my hand's good as new. Echo's doing good as well. He's recovering from what damage he took on Skako Minor. 

So Echo has a plan about getting onto a Separatist Dreadnought and into Trench's comm vault so that he can feed Trench strategies that we already know and let the Republic retake Anaxes. I've been hanging out with the batch for a while, and I actually feel like I fit in with them. I don't get weird looks for being different.

Tech's fixing the ship while I show Hunter and Wrecker how I manage to fit 20 knives into my wrist compartment. Wrecker looks shocked, Hunter raises an eyebrow, looking slightly impressed. Then I see Tech trying to get a piece of metal loose from the engine, and I throw a knife at it, hitting the piece of metal with the hilt of the knife, and the metal piece falls to the ground, along with my knife. I head over to pick up my knife and receive a "That was unnecessary" from Tech. I smirk as I throw my knife up in the air and catch it.

Echo, Rex and General Skywalker come over just as Tech finishes the repairs.

"Tech, is everything ready?" Hunter asks.

"Yep Sarge, we are ready," Tech replies. "Still not sure how we are gonna land on that ship."

"Don't worry, Echo says he's got a plan," Rex says, putting a hand on Tech's shoulder.

"That makes me feel so much better," Tech replies, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"What do you mean by that?" Rex and I ask at the same time, slightly annoyed.

"To be blunt, his mind belonged to the Separatists until we unplugged him. We don't really know where his loyalties lie."

Good point.

"Yea. Well I know. Now get moving," Rex orders.

We walk up the ship, and I'm standing next to Crosshair and Hunter, Tech's piloting, and Wrecker's slightly restless.

"Please tell me we are blowing something up," he says, turning to face us.

"Sorry Wrecker, this is strictly stealth," General Skywalker replies.

I like that word.

Wrecker groans. "I hate that word."

Oh cmon Wrecker I thought we were getting along here

"Echo, you're up," General Skywalker says and Echo plugs his mechanical arm into the scomp link. "As soon as I plug in, I'll send a signal to the command ship."

"What type of signal are you gonna send?" Hunter asks. "Nothing that'll give us away, right?"

"As far as the droids are concerned, we're just gonna be another one of their shuttles coming in for a landing," Echo replies.

"And the regs think we take risks," Hunter says as he and Crosshair give a sideways glance at each other.

We fly for a short while, past some of the Separatist ships stationed above Anaxes.

"Sending the signal...now."

Echo I swear if you give us away I will fucking waterboard you and then carve your eyes out.

"Roger roger, Shuttle TC-159. You may approach and land." A battle droid's voice is heard over throughout the ship.

Wow looks like I don't get to torture Echo today. How sad.

Wait tf is my brain thinking rn stfu brain

Wrecker groans. "I'd still rather blow it up."

"I have a feeling you'll get your chance," Tech says.

Really hope he doesn't.

We fly past the fleet of Separatist ships and up to the Dreadnought, flying under it. The ship turns upside-down, much to my discomfort as I land head-first onto Rex's chest, and we're now on the underside of the Dreadnought.

As I stand up on the ceiling of the ship, rubbing my head, I ask, "Okay so how the fuck are we getting from the damn underside of this thing INTO it?"

The door at the bottom of the ship opens and so does the one in the Dreadnought. The ladder in the floor extends and we climb in.

I ready my pistol and knife, in case there are any clanker patrols nearby. Luckily for us, there aren't any.

I help Echo up and we walk through the corridors cautiously, with General Skywalker leading the front and Crosshair and I guarding our flank, walking backwards, on alert in case any clankers show up.

Echo, Tech , Rex and General Skywalker enter the comm vault, while Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair and I guard the door.

"So uh how's it usually like on missions without us regs?" I ask, not expecting much of a response from Crosshair. 

"Wild," Crosshair says as Hunter walks into the comm vault to check on Echo and the others. I raise an eyebrow at him, although he can't see it from under my helmet.

"Yeah, our last mission was with those Yalbec males, and they tried to eat us after I cut off the queen's stinger," Wrecker says.

"Why? They jealous that you get that Yalbec pussy and they don't?" I ask, smirking slightly.

Wrecker side-eyes Crosshair, and Crosshair replies, "Yea, I guess so."

I grin under my helmet, holding back a laugh, trying to stay focused.

Echo's taking a while, and some clankers have started to come through the corridor. Crosshair goes to take care of some of them and I follow him.

I take cover at the side of the entrance to the corridor, shooting at the B2 super battle droids with my pistol, throwing my knife at one of them and hitting it in the head. There's about 16 of them, and Crosshair gets more kills than me, which sucks.

Wrecker joins us slightly late, and by then we've almost taken out all of them. As I throw another knife at the last one, I wait to see if there are any more droids before running to go pick up my knives. 

Crosshair, Wrecker and I lead the way through the corridors, shooting droids the moment we see them, littering the corridors with bodies of broken battle droids.

Wrecker runs ahead, and when he turns the corner, some battle droids start firing at him, and he takes cover around the corner. Crosshair and I start shooting at the droids in front of us, Rex behind us doing the same, and Hunter and Tech are taking care of the remaining droids at the back.

Then, Wrecker goes to absolutely destroy the battle droids with his bare hands, and I kinda feel bad for them as I look left and right, scanning the area for more droids as I hear the terrified screams of the battle droids and the crashing of metal against the walls.

"It's all clear!" I hear him shout, and we move out from the corner, Rex half-carrying Echo.

No time to ask what happened to Echo, if Rex is carrying him, he shouldn't be dead.

Some more battle droids come from the back, and Tech alerts us to them. "More droids."

"Go. I'll buy you some time," Crosshair says, throwing up a deflector puck in his hands just to look badass, and proceeds to do an epic shot where he just throws it at the battle droid's chest before shooting it in the head, then waiting for the precise moment to fire another shot at the deflector puck which bounces off the ceiling and at all 3 battle droids' heads. 

I just stand there, frozen for a moment before walking off with the others.

"We'll meet you at the infiltration point," Rex tells Crosshair.

Wrecker groans. "He's gonna try and top me. You watch."

"And me," I say in an annoyed tone.

We start half-walking half-running through the corridors, and we reach the infiltration point.

Tech looks through his visor. "I'm picking up dozens of droids on my sensors, all heading this way."

"Hope you're not waiting on me," General Skywalker says as he runs to our position.

Wow I didn't even notice he was gone I think I literally forgot he existed.

"Now all we're missing is Crosshair," Hunter says.

Right on cue, Crosshair comes running through the corridors to our position, throwing deflector pucks literally everywhere, and stops in front of us, turning backwards and aiming his rifle, using his right shoulder to support it.

"You miss me?" 

No.

"How touching."

Then he aims at the deflector puck as the droids come marching through the hallway and he fires.

The blaster bolt deflects off the first puck and then to the second and then to like the next 30, hitting all the droids in the side, and Wrecker and I just stand there gaping at what just became the most badass shot I've ever seen.

"THAT STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE!" I protest.

"Relax Wrecker," Hunter says as he nudges Wrecker in the shoulder. "You'll top him next time."

No he won't.

And then Crosshair just comes up to us just to say "No he won't" to Wrecker's face and now I'm trying my best not to laugh again. I'm quite sure Crosshair has the biggest smirk ever under that helmet right now.

Wrecker groans.

We climb down the ladder to get back into the ship and fly off.

"I've got a present for you, Wrecker," General Skywalker hands Wrecker what looks like a detonator with a green button.

"Oh, seriously? I get to blow it up? The whole kriffing thing?" Wrecker sounds excited as he takes the detonator from General Skywalker's hand, and Crosshair and I watch.

"This..." Wrecker wipes a probably happy tear from his eye. "Is the happiest day of my life."

He presses the button and I can hear all the ships behind us going kaboom as we fly back down to Anaxes.

When we land on Anaxes, we get praised by General Windu, and General Kenobi says we've got some medals coming our way.

I take off my helmet.

"Thank you, General," Rex says as he starts to walk off.

As Echo starts to walk away, and batch and I stay behind.

"You coming?" Echo asks.

"Not really our thing," Tech replies.

"Accolades," Crosshair clarifies.

"Yea, we're just in it for the thrill," Wrecker says.

"You sure it's your thing?" Hunter asks, the question directed at both of us.

Echo looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your paths are different," Hunter says. "Just like ours." He motions towards the batch. Echo looks down. "If you ever feel like you don't fit in with them, well, find us."

I...don't fit in with the 501st. Or any of the other regs. And I think Rex knows that. Echo knows that. 99 did. And so did...

Don't say his name. Don't say his name.

As the batch turn around and walk up to their ship, I'm standing beside Echo as Rex walks up to us. "Those are some of the finest troopers I've ever fought alongside." He pats Echo on the shoulder. "Echo. You and I go way back. If that's where you feel your place is, then that's where you belong."

I glance at Rex. "Does that apply to me?"

Rex sighs. "Yes, ad'ika. It does." He turns around and walks away. 

He's...he's letting me...what-

I thought he would-

Nevermind. Don't worry about that right now.

Echo and I look at each other before walking slowly up to the batch, and I see Rex turning back to look at us. Echo salutes him, and then I do the same, with the batch following.

"Goodbye, ad'ika," he mouths to me.

"Goodbye, buir," I mouth back. He smiles, and so do I. 

And then Echo, the batch and I turn around and walk into their-well now it's our ship, and we fly off.

On the ship, I sit on the floor, making myself comfortable, spinning my knife, scanning the surroundings of our ship. When I finally see the toilet sign, I sigh in relief.

Thank god.

I go into the toilet to take a piss, until I realize that there's something very wrong.

"GUYS WHY IS THERE ONLY A DAMN URINAL IN HERE WHERE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING TOILET BOWL?!" 

[m3gahet]

25 skwis/robin/nathan

25- Write about your ship bathing or swimming together + (Nathan/Robin/Skwisgaar)

We're gonna do siren au again for this one ^^ this isn't edited and it isn't EXACTLY swimming and it's very late ;w; I'm sorry 

Skwisgaar is still learning not to sink. I just headcanon Nathan sucks at it. 

It was a small island they'd drop anchor for. Seemingly uninhabited as they brought some supplies (Food and Booze) to shore. It had been a rough few weeks, the whole crew needed a morale boost, a change of scenery with the added benefit of not being caught by navy eyes. It didn't compare to Vivi's bar though.

The last barrel splashes in the shallow water before Nathan throws himself over the banister with ease, splashing Murderface as he lands. The brunette grumbles beneath his breath before bringing the barrel to shore. Olive and Toki had made quick work of making the beach more inviting. They'd placed older and worn crates around the fire pit Pickles was working on. 

They'd spend a night or two there, pretending they weren't single handedly waging war on the entire navy in order to restore Robin's heart and in the process  Skwisgaar's. Green eyes scanned the shore and found the two blonds were the only ones unaccounted for. 

“Where are-” He began as he approaches the widow of the waters as she chats with his first mate. She points a finger towards the far left end of the beach where he saw the shorter of the two attempting to coax the other into the water. He mutters a thanks as his feet already begin to head towards them. 

“You're being a baby.” He hears Robin scold. She spoke with a rasp to her voice, a side effect of having her neck snapped in her human life. 

“T'en I ams the babies.” Skwisgaar whines before catching his approach from the corner of his eye. “Helps me.” Skwisgaar pleads to him with a pout and earns an eye roll from Robin. “She am bullying me. “ Robin scoffs, kicking water at him. “See!” 

Robin was never soft when she had a heart but her lack of one still shows. She was less patient, quicker to larger fits of rage. She tries, he knows she does but it still took a toll especially on Skwisgaar. 

“How is she bullying you?” He asks, arms crossing over his chest, his tone unconvinced. 

“He needs to practice. He almost got caught last time.” Robin's hands sat firmly on her narrow hips. “He won't because of his ego-”

“Does you know how embarrassing it ams for a siren to learns to swim from a land walkers?!” Robin's lip parted to fire back but Nathan stopped her.

“We're here to relax, not stress out about any of that shit.” Both blonds seem to shrink at his disappointed tone. “Especially you, Bobbi. That's an order.” 

“I- yes captain.” She nods, he's glad she respects his command even without her former soft spot for him. She takes in a deep breath before beginning to remove her boots. “I'm going for a swim anyway.”

She declares, tossing her boots out if the tides reach before stripping. Both the men's eyes fall as she turns towards the water before fully semurging herself, the water clear enough to see the shift. Skwisgaar lets out a sigh, his eyes set on where she went under.

“Ya know, she-”

“If yous says she just cares, I'll drowns you.” Skwisgaar snaps causing the captain to flinch. The blond's glare softens before he's running a hand through his hair. “I am sorries- Ams just-”

“A baby?” He taunts, testing the waters. Skwisgaar glares before his expression softens again. “I'll go with you? Make you feel better?” That earns a laugh. 

“Watchings you sink? Ja, sounds fun.” He takes another glance before his lips purses and makes a silent sound. Robin had stayed close, popping her head above water, her glowing eyes studying them. Skwisgaar begins to strip, Nathan follows his lead before they both get into the water and slowly swim towards Robin.

[winterviolet1]

Ateez Pirates Au: A journey of a lifetime

Chapter 4: First Blood, First injury

October 25

Y/n POV:

It's been a month and a few days since I have joined HongJoong pirate crew. I was able to everyone name during my times with these 'ruthless' Pirates. During my time here I did visit Yunho and San a few times to see how they we're doing while getting to know them and Jongho. I got to learn a few things and HongJoong was kind enough to teach me some swordsman and Seonghwa, HongJoong second in command gave me some clothes to wear.

Later in the afternoon. We were docked at a harbor land for supplies and some more clothing. Walking around and getting what we needed. Hongjoong allowed all of us to get something we want but we be in a pair so we don't go missing. Mingi, HongJoong friends and crewman was paired with me as we walked around getting whatever we can before heading back to the ship. "I got what I need, What about you Mingi?" I asked him while he was looking at some of the items that were hanging up on the stand. "I just need a new telescope then we'll be done here" Mingi said as he point at the telescope on the wall where the woman who was selling the stuff went over and grabbed it for him. Once he paid for it, we started to head back to the ship where everyone was waiting for us.

Mingi soon then grabbed my arm and dragged me into a corner against a wall. "What...Shh!" Mingi shushed me by covering my mouth with his hand. I was confused on what was going on until I heard voices coming our direction. "Have you heard, the royal navy were sent out to find a person who was taken by pirates" A woman said as I looked at Mingi as he did the same to me:

"Hopefully the person that was taken is alright, their parents have been very worried" After listen to the conversation a bit more from the women that passed by us. I have realized that they were talking about me. Soon Mingi covered my month and took a step back an looked around before signaling me. "We need to get going, the royal navy most be close by if their looking for you" I nodded my head as we started to walk faster before we heard someone calling out from behind.

I turn to look and saw a royal navy trying to catch up to Mingi and I. "Shit, one following us" I said to Mingi as he looked behind us while we keeping on walking and saw what I was talking about. "Run" Mingi said as we both started to take off running as the guy behind shouted at us to stop but we didn't listen. We didn't listen of course but the guy didn't stop either. so taking things into my own hand. I grabbed Mingi and made him follow me at every turn til we manage to lose sight of the royal navy. Just when we thought we we're in the clear for now. I heard the same voice again but this time he was right behind us. "Stop right there and no one get's hurt" The royal navy guy said as Mingi turn to gave the guy a death glare.

"Beat it man, your presences is already annoying me" Mingi said bitterly which I don't blame him since this guy seem to not understand to leave someone alone. "Why should I, you look like pirates to me and when I see a pirate. I take them down for the filth they are" The royal navy guy said as he pulled out his sword and points it at us. "Your gonna regret it if you don't back off" I said to the man as I turn to face the person who is threating us.

"You..your the missing person" The royal navy guy said as he points his sword at Mingi. "If you want your life to be spared, hand over the captive you filth took" Mingi pulled out his sword and was ready to fight. "not a chance" Mingi shoved me out of the way as the royal navy guy came to strike. I didn't know what this man deal was but he was no match for Mingi as he is a excellent swordsman. Somehow Mingi sword was throw out of his hand and which surprised both Mingi and I. "Say goodbye pirate" The man said as swung his sword. I wasn't gonna let this man harm Mingi as I jumped in and blocked the attack. "Not on my watch" I said to the navy guy while shoving the man away. "You fool, why are you helping him!" I smirk and swung my sword at the guys a few times til he fell to the ground. "I'm apart of them, it's best you don't look for me or you'll won't see another day" I said the navy guy as he growls in anger as I had my sword at his throat.

As I took a step back and told Mingi we're going. The navy guy swung his sword at me and slashes my torso. "Y/n!" As the navy guy laugh, Mingi growled and picked his sword up fast as he slashes the navy guy throat before grabbing me. "Shit we need to get you to Jongho fast" Mingi said putting our swords away as he my arm and place it over his shoulder. The pain was something I wasn't feeling at first until Mingi got us half way to the ship before I groaned in pain.

Jongho POV:

As I was talking to Hongjoong about our next destination. Everyone hear someone calling out to me as we turns to see Mingi holding Y/n up. We were shock to see y/n bleeding as he has a nasty slash across his torso. "What the hell happen!" HongJoong ask while I had Mingi bring y/n down to my area. I started to work fast and treat y/n the best I could while Mingi explained to HongJoong what had happen.

"The fucking royal navy are here and one of them did this to Y/n. i made sure the bastard was dead" Mingi said as I was keeping my eyes on Y/n and making sure no more blood was leaving from him. "Shit, Jongho do what you can. We're not staying here" HongJoong said as he left the bay and started to command everyone to start sailing now. When I manage to stop the bleeding and patch Y/n up. I watch as his breathing was a bit uneven while he groaned in pain.

"Your safe now Y/n, don't you worry about it"

[phantom-of-the-501st]

TBB Ep 10 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

Today on The Bad Batch, child slavery!

Let's get into it.

The way Wrecker stares at the part that fell off the speeder for a second and then falls back. 🤣

The timing of that cracked me up.

They're gonna try and fit all 4 of them on one speeder???

GONKY IS HOW THEY FIND THE MARAUDER?!

Omega being a smart bean. 🥰

Honestly, the amount of Gonky in this episode makes me so happy!!!

Excuse me, but Mokko is not the metal-handed guy that I wanted to see.

ALL OF THEM BALANCED ON THE SPEEDER HAHAHAHA

"That's our defective power droid"

Fuck yeah it is!

Don't mess with Gonky. The dads will come after you. 😠

Wrecker activated Intimidation Mode ™️

Okay, yeah, cool, we're all just gonna abseil down a chimney, sure.

That seems totally safe. 😐

"Plenty of time". Omega's so one of them omg. 😭 She's grown so much. 🥲

That brief slow-mo when Hunter falls forward. 😍

Than animation this season is so good!!!

Ngl, them all sticking their faces over the chimney stresses me out.

Smooth take-down from Hunter, there!

Mokko is a dick. 😡

I'VE JUST REALISED THAT THIS IS WHAT JENNIFER'S CRYPTIC TWEET WAS

Omega's head poking out from the oversized coat! 🤣🥰

Bitch, you did not just press that button. YOU DID NOT JUST PRESS THAT BUTTON!

Omega giving Benni her ration even though The Batch don't have much food. 😭

Wrecker hanging upside from the ship is one of my new favourite things.

Okay, I understand why Benni did what he did. I'm still pissed though. 😤

All the stuff about kids not being able to just be kids in this galaxy is so sad. 😭

Sorry, did Mokko really expect his "let's make the Batch work in the mines for a decade" plan was gonna work???

Although, he does say something about if they survive that long, so best bet is he was just gonna leave them to die.

Like I said. He's a dick.

ALSO THREATENING TO THROW OMEGA OF THE PLATFORM?! HOW DARE YOU SIR!

He's actually lying to the kids and keeping the ipsium for himself? How surprising (note strong sarcasm).🤨

OMEGA THROWING HERSELF OFF WITH THE DROID BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HUNTER WILL CATCH HER 😭

That scene might be my favourite of the episode. Especially with the altered Bad Batch theme over the top.

Ngl, the fight with Mokko was underwhelming.

The guy literally fell over a railing by himself. 😭

Although he was also a pathetic dickhead so a pathetic end is kind of what he deserves.

WRECKER HUGGING GONKY!!! 🥰

Even though they were all in competition with one another, when it comes down to it, the kids actually do all care about each other. That's sweet.

Wrecker is reunited with Lula! 🥲

TECH AND OMEGA THIS SEASON ARE GIVING ME SO MANY FEELS!!!

Was hoping the Echo and Crosshair convo would carry on this episode but oh well.

Also, we never saw Tech and Wrecker apologise to each other. 🥲

Overall feeling about this episode is that I think it might be one of my least favourites of the season. I didn't dislike it but with how good the others have been, this episode didn't stand out a whole lot to me.

There were specific moments that I absolutely love though! Wholesome Batch moments just hit me right in the feels. 🥲

And Wrecker's "I'm working on it" reminded me of Echo in Season 1. 😭 I still miss that man.

Weirdly, I don't feel like I have much to say about this episode right now. There's some more stuff delving into the idea of kids not being able to just be kids in this galaxy, so I'm happy they're continuing on that narrative. I maybe would've liked to have seen a little bit more from the other miners? I don't know.

Normally when I watch an episode, one or two particular things sticks out to me as something I want to talk about more but I didn't really get that much from this episode. Think I may just have to sit on it for a few days and see what comes to mind.

Still liked the episode, but I definitely think that the first half of this two-parter was much stronger. Very excited to see what Metamorphosis is going to be about though! My hope is to see Echo and Rex again, but that's more wishful thinking than me believing it's actually going to happen. 😅

Edit: This was supposedly a breather episode, so that may explain why it fell a little flat for me. I think I got really hooked up in the more high-stakes episodes and that swayed my judgement on this one. 🤔

[thesmallmeggles]

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Shadows Across The Moon (Horror Fantasy)

"Don't just stand there!" Peppermint said. "Finish him."

"Oh, right."

Zanzo is on his hands and knees before the ruined summoning circle. His hair snakes hiss at Chai when he steps in front of him. He raises his head, brows knit and jaw clenched in building fury.

"This is all… because of you!" Zanzo yells as he reaches for his goggles.

Chai raises his weapon right when the goggles lower. Zanzo locks onto his reflection, an abrupt cry escaping him as he petrifies. The resulting statue would make for awesome lawn decoration, minus the frozen expression of terror. Two out of six bosses down for the count. Light glinting on gold catches Chai's eye; the gorgon's head medallion is unharmed. He attempts to tug on the chain but it won't budge. Grumbling, Chai prepares to strike.

"No!" A purple and orange blur passes before him, throwing itself on the Zanzo statue. Blotchy faced Violet stares up at Chai, chest heaving. "Don't kill him. Please."

This woman can't be serious.

"Okay," Chai said, lowering his weapon. "But we're gonna need his magical thing-y either way."

Sniffling, Violet studies the medallion. "Maybe with a chisel?

~~~

One pull and the medallion breaks free from the statue, its indent left behind. Stone softens to flesh and cloth, and a de-gorgoned Zanzo drops to his knees, gasping. He clings to Violet and doesn't let go for minutes.

"That was a nightmare," Zanzo says. His dark brown eyes glisten with tears threatening to spill. "Trapped in impenetrable darkness without sensation. Thoughts spiraling in endless loops." He stiffen and springs back, covering his eyes. "I can't be looking at you unprotected- I'll curse you to the same fate." Gloved hands fumble for mirrored safety goggles that are no longer on his head; they'd fallen off in his altercation with Chai. 

"Zanzo, it's okay," Violet replies. She presents the gorgon medallion to Zanzo, letting it dangle from its chain. "You're human now."

He looks at her with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. "Why do you have that? But more importantly, why are we not in the laboratory?" He fans his arms out to the entirety of the hideout. "I have a backlog of projects to catch up on."

She rubs the side of her neck. "That's… not a good idea given all the monsters roaming around. Even if there are less of them on the west side of the island now."

Zanzo wobbles to a stand with a steeled expression. "So what? With the medallion, they consider me one of their own." He sticks out his palm. "Hand it over."

Violet clasps it to her chest, shaking her head. "Kale is using you. The notes-"

He folds his arms tight. "He is one of the few people who have ever supported my endeavors. Whatever needs doing to stay within his good graces, I shall oblige."

"Even if it gets you killed?" There's a quiver in Violet's voice as she rises. "Because Chai almost…"

Zanzo: "Mister Chai, right. I'd forgotten about him. Where is he now?"

Violet: "Dealing with Korsica alongside the others, I think."

Hurried steps echo down the hall. Wide eyed Peppermint barges into the room, accompanied by a yowling 808. Macaron follows behind, cradling two bodies in his massive arms- Chai and Korsica, unconscious and bloodied. CNMN is last to enter, worry drawn on his face.

"Injured parties," Peppermint barks. "We need clear space." She shoves objects off of couches. Even with personal matters to address, Zanzo is quicker to jump into assistance than Violet.

Violet: "What happened?"

Peppermint: "My asshole brother tried to fire Korisca, literally."

Mermaid/Sea Creature AU

Violet reeled back as a deep green crest breached the water's surface, followed by a lean, sandy-beige torso. The man who had emerged greeted her with an intense smile. Jet black brows arched over shining, upward slanted eyes probing every inch of her. Blue metal arms connected by a chest harness hovered at his sides, fingers twitching.

"Greetings," the man crowed. "Who is it that's summoned me from the depths of my lair?"

"I'm Violet," Violet said, cringing at how her voice hiked pitch. "Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to pop up so soon."

The man chuckled. "You don't need to look so frightened. Promise I don't bite. Typically." He plucked weeds off his shoulders with a momentary scowl before throwing them back. "I am Zanzo! The greatest visionary the world has ever known."

As their interaction progressed, Violet better understood why Caramel warned her away from consulting this guy. His arrogance could start wars.

…

Zanzo hoisted himself beside Violet on the dock with a splash and a grunt. Instead of a fish tail like she expected, the area below his waist divided into lengthy, mottled reddish-pink octopus tentacles. (They twisted around each other.) The two front most tentacles didn't quite match the others; were they prosthetics like his arms?

"Proposition for you," he began. "There are certain items I need for my work that I cannot acquire since I am restricted to the tide. So" -he looks to her, grinning- "I am in dire need of someone who can retrieve them."

"You want me to be your errand girl?" Violet asks.

"Exactly!" Zanzo cheers. "I appreciate you catching on so quickly."

"This would be paid, I assume."

"Mm-hmm. And far from the only benefit."

"What would the other benefits be?"

"I'll tell you upon agreement. So are you in?"

"Let me think about it."

"Don't take too long. I could lose my interest."

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: Send me a scene that happened in canon and I’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it + izzy, death scene ME2 prologue, hierarchy verse (if it happens like that there; if not, canon verse)

"I need more power for the shields!" Isabela yells as she rushes from one control panel to the next, frantically typing in override commands to bypass safety and security protocols to put everything they've got into keeping the Normandy together without taking away from her offensive capabilities as well.

"Sir, we don't have--"

"I don't care if we have to fucking drain life support to do it! Get me that damn power!" she snaps, interrupting the other engineer as she pulls up the shipwide comms. "All hands! Emergency power adjustments imminent! All crew prepare for emergency evac! Non-essential crew proceed to immediate evac! Get your damn helmets and mag boots on, people! It's gonna be a rough ride!"

Dammit, she wishes Nihlus or Garrus were here, rather than chasing Saren's sorry ass on the the fucking Citadel. At least the crew had learned to trust her - even those with little cause to, being Alliance themselves, while she served within the Hierarchy - so her orders were followed as she was the next in the chain of command.

"Joker, status report!" she calls out over closed comms to the pilot, checking the readings as reports of ejected life pods started flooding in on her displays.

"She's holding together for now, Shep," Joker returns, before a string of curses escapes him as the ship manoeuvres sharply to avoid more weapons fire.

Isabela grabs onto her console, pressing down to activate her mag boots while frantically clipping the tether to her armour. "Good enough. You're on the next evac, Joker. I'm coming up to take the helm until all other crew are in the evac pods."

"What?! No way! You're good, Iz, but there's no way--"

"That's an order, Flight Lieutenant!" Isabela growls into the comms. "We're going to lose the Normandy, but that doesn't mean we have to lose the crew with her! So you're getting yourself in that damn pod even if I have to drag your stubborn ass into it myself!"

If only she had known just how true that statement would prove to be, when after another several minutes of desperate struggle, with nearly all the ship's power diverted to shields, weapons, and propulsion, she's left hauling Joker into the nearest escape pod to get them off what remains of the ship.

It's just as she's managed to get him inside that another blast cuts through the hull nearby, disrupting her mag boots' connection to the floor plating and throwing her into a free fall in zero gravity. Emerald eyes widening in shock, she does the only thing she can as her fingers barely catch onto the bulkhead as she's pushed past the emergency controls, reaching out to punch the launch button for the pod... without her in it...

She watches sadly as Joker clearly tries to reach her still, even as the pod seals itself and launches far away from the wreckage of the Normandy, leaving her behind as she starts to float free from the torn hull. Being within the arms of the Citadel, she knows she has a chance, albeit only a small one, considering the battle still waging around her. If another ship can detect her and pull her out of the vacuum, so long as her suit integrity holds, she'll be fine...

That is, until she sees the red beam from that dreaded Reaper rip through the remains of the Normandy, striking the drive core and the resulting explosion...

...

'Shepard, do you hear me? Get out of that bed now! This facility is under attack!'

[growling]

part 5 yippieeeeee!!!!!! yayyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh so we're going to the execution plaza now cool

Ichinose I'm coming..................

these people are so stupid. how is tsuruko the only person in the chat that understands that "execution" means "execution"

anyway the only people i care about on the protag side are tsuruko and kazuki. where is kazuki

Zero on the groupchat

alright we're here :D where Ichinose

ICHINOSE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!

he's such a bitch I love him. I love this bastard

I love his poses. I want to punt him into the sun

hands

rip in rest

anyway so I'm checking Ichinose's VA's other characters and: he also voices Munakata dr, Edgar Allan Poe bsd, this pretty mard geer tartaros dude from under tail or whatever, japanese Nick Wilde, lot of japanese Sephiroths and JoJo men, lots of legos, oh my fucking god were not even halfway i think ill stop

^i thought that was cool

spooked Ichinose sprite :DDD

I knew that candy was gonna be important jdhfghjdfsajks

Funniest thing about Ichinose rn is that he's not even the boss in here. He's literally just a director jdfhsjksjdh.

AND now he's got a chance to lose his director position over a cake. The president doesn't even give a shit about him. Wet beast. Wet because I'm spraying him down with a power hose right now

Ichinose you are. Stupid. These are words coming out of your mouth

what's up Zero

anyway they're looking for the sweets and ICHINOSE JUMPSCARE

I do have Thoughts rn but not enough vocabulary to articulate those..........

whys he posing like that. slut

he's so dramatic. i hope that when tribe nine gets more popular the ship name between him and Zero is gonna be like. 01

So true Ichinose. shut up everyone Ichinose is talking

"bwahaha! I bet you cavemen don't even know what a car is! Catch me if you can!" and then he just gets in and escapes via the car. he just got in his car. peak

bunch of walking that im skipping

Oh its Oi Minami that one lady from the pictures and shit

banger theme is back

she fed us to AI can't have shit in Shinagawa💔💔💔

i do not care. where ichinose

hi Gotanda

oh he's got whore mannerisms

oh so he's an ability user now

Ichinose hiiiiiiiiiiiii :3

angy sprite!! :333 I want to suffocate him

"Hey, now. Don't give me that look. I'm not the bad guy here!" so true Ichinose you have done nothing wrong ever in your life

radical inclusive mean girl (gender neutral)

"(Ichinose) Aren't you guilty of sexual harassment here? Well? Hmm?" "(Gotanda) Good grief. An obvious case of power harassment right in front of my eyes. I'm at a loss for words." wait what the hell is going on here

he said normie .

yesss Ichinose get that penthouse just like u deserve <333

HIS SUITCASE!!! and he's gonna throw a fit right in front of everybody which further cements the fact we won't want to work for him isn't he

he called them a dingbat . god i wish that were me

rage sprite :3 "go to my room and make my bed! I'll punish you later!" GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME

AND SOME OTHER GUY LOST THE KEY. IT JUST KEEPS ON GOING. giggling kicking my feet top ten funnie game of 2024

Ichinose babygirl you are not making yourself look good rn..............

AND it's just gonna keep on going. Third (3rd) guy forgot the fucking drink.... what is the sin of the fourth guy gonna be..............

ALL OF THEM ARE JUST CRYING IN FRONT OF HIM JDFHAKEUSRDJKDJFKSJDHD

If I was Ichinose at that moment I would also choose verbal abuse

"Oh, what's that coming out of your eyes? At least they seem to be moist." God I wish that were me right n

It just keeps on going. I can watch this all day. god I wish he'd scream at me like that instead

Oi stop that seducing him with your feminine wiles will not work......... does he look heterosexual to you?????

oh nevermind he just takes that as a compliment. it worked <3 this is how we domesticate him

goodbye Ichinose. that was very slay

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

[semblanche]

Neeks and Four Leaf! Sleepy Son and Twister!

They've been walking so long. They've been walking so long, and Neeks is so tired.

He'd be tired anyway, no matter how long they walked, no matter how far. But today is worse. Every day is worse. His knee throbs beneath him, burns like someone lit a match under his skin. The bone itself feels seconds away from splintering.

He leans against his cane and sighs, a shaky breath that hisses like steam through clenched teeth. They're in an alley, that much he can see, but - are they safe? Can they stop here for the night? His knee screams yes, but -

"Are we there yet?" Four Leaf asks, one arm slung around Neeks's shoulder. His words are slurred, eyes half closed. The extra weight definitely isn't doing any favors to Neeks's less than stable knee, but Neeks would sooner cut the whole thing off than shrug Four Leaf away.

He moves so Four Leaf can lean on him better. His knee flares in protest, but he ignores it, running his fingers carefully through the thick golden curls.

"We're not going anywhere, honey," he says.

Four Leaf frowns, eyes shifting to focus on him blearily. "What about mom and dad?"

"They kicked us out, honey."

Four Leaf frowns again, nose scrunched as if trying to remember, then gives up. "I'm tired," he says plaintively.

Neeks runs a hand through his hair again, taking care so that the honey gold strands won't get caught in his rings. "You just woke up."

"I did?"

"Five minutes ago."

Four Leaf once again falls silent, lost in thought. Or maybe sleep. Neeks lets him and scours the area again, taking in their surroundings with a grain of salt. Six trash cans (good for hiding), two seemingly empty garbage bags (in case it gets cold), an empty brick wall (unmarked gang territory)...

"I'm sorry," Four Leaf says, and Neeks blinks down at him, startled.

"What do you have to be sorry about?" he says. "It's not your fault my mother is batshit insane and we don't have a place to stay."

Four Leaf winces a little at that, but doesn't refute it. She's both their mother, technically, the shared force linking them with a thin strand of blood and tissue, but it's also clear that Four Leaf has gotten nothing from her except his name.

("Four Leaf," their mother had cooed, cradling the small bundle in her arms like she never wanted to let go. "My lucky little four leaf clover."

It was before she'd stabbed Neeks in the knee and their father had suggested, sheepishly, that maybe they find some place else to stay a while.)

Neeks looks like her. They both know it. Dark eyes like olive pits, dark hair like tar. Even when he smiles, it shares the same lazy tilt to it that drives the boys insane. He likes to thinks he's made it all his own. His mirror begs to differ.

"It's my fault we're so slow," Four Leaf says, jolting him out of his troubled introspection. "You'd travel faster without me."

"A nice thought," Neeks says, nodding at his knee. "Once again ruined by my lovely mère."

"I'm always sleeping." The words are spoken through a yawn, only pieced together through Neeks's force of habit. He laughs. He can't help it.

"I'm fucking crippled. Who am I to judge?"

"I'm not there when you get in a fight."

"I don't fight." A wink. "I love."

Four Leaf's eyes are drooping now, his body growing heavier on Neeks's shoulder, but still he strains to stay awake, to finish what he started. Neeks's hand in his hair is probably not helping, but he makes no move to push it away.

"I'm never - there for you," he says. "Half the time, you're ... alone."

"I'm not alone," Neeks says sharply. He abruptly straightens up, stopping Four Leaf's half limp form from crumpling on the ground. His knee, temporarily soothed to a dull throb, flares up again, sending spikes of pain shooting through it like stars. He bites his tongue just hard enough to drown it out. "I'm not alone, and I don't want you saying that ever again. I don't give a shit if you're asleep half the time. You're the only thing keeping me sane the other half - and God knows I need that. I don't want you saying that shit again, alright?"

"'m sorry," Four Leaf says, a yawn biting into his words.

Neeks just shakes his head. The sun is setting soon, and he knows they need to catch it before it's gone completely. This alley might have to be their home for the night.

He sets himself down carefully, teeth still digging into his tongue as his knee sparks in agony, and then pulls Four Leaf down with him, nudging his head onto his shoulder. Four Leaf lets him, a puppet in his hands. It almost gives Neeks chills.

"I'm not alone," he repeats. "And neither are you. Alright? We're one fucking mess of a pair, but we're here, and we've got each other's backs. Okay? Four Leaf?"

"Mmm," Four Leaf says, and his eyes are closed. Neeks shakes his head again.

"Sleep well," he says, half rueful, half fond. Four Leaf hums a note that could be a thank you, love you, or even a you too. Neeks's guess is as good as any.

Above them, the sun has slipped down behind a building, just a faint halo of red against a sky of gold. Four Leaf's hair shines in its light. Neeks toys with it absently.

You're alone, the sky sings. You're alone.

Sleep well, he thinks back. Sleep well.

[zozophoenixxx]

Serotonin Booster :D🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Defenders of Berk✨

Not Astrid being pissed bc Fishlegs called her mean lmaooo

OMGGG "I would never call my father ridiculous. I'm calling my chief ridiculous" THE POWER OF THIS SCENE

The way Toothless just sat to look at the sunset.. Me too bby me too 🥺

Toothless and Thornado's shots combined was amazing!

"The first rule about the dragon flight club is that there is no dragon flight club"

Istg Meatlug and Fishlegs are made for each other

Baby whispering deaths!

OMG THEY JUST CAME UP WITH GRONCKLE IRON

I love seeing the origin of things ☺️

Wowww I just realized that Gobber has a unibrow

Sandstone makes glass

That shiny black rock makes another shiny black Rock, it also has Meatlug boiling

WOW a combination of multiple rock makes Meatlug a magnet

The way Hookfang pays more attention to Fishlegs than Snotlout is funny

Fishlegs on Toothless!!!!

"TOO MUCH FURY, TOO MUCH FURY!" JAHDHDHAH

Awwww love how Fishlegs feels happy abt being needed

DAGUR'S BACK AHH

I never understood why Dagur called Hiccup his brother but it's kinda funny

Young hiccup actually fighting is pretty badass and that shield 🥴

The way they were all trying to get Gobber to shower lmaooo

Gobber saved Gustav's life and Fishleg saved Astrid's

Am I the only one that finds the whispering deaths kinda funny, like yes they're scary but these mfs have tiny wings, a big ass head, are covered in spines and can't see like-

Newly hatched whispering deaths can be more deadly that adults bc they can't control their jaws or spines

WOW WOW WOWWWW A WHITE WHISPERING DEATH - Titanwing whispering death with red eyes OMG NO NO THIS IS THE SCREAMING DEATH I KNEW IT ‼️‼️

Wow but the pain in Snotlout's eyes 🥺

Monstrous nightmares are stoker-class dragons

Fireworms get brighter the closer they get to each other

Ohhhhh now I get the history behind Hookfang and the fireworms queen's connection

"You're not just another sword, Hookfang"

Awww the fireworm queen saved Hookfang, I ship them now JSHDHSHS

BABY ASTRID!! 🥺🥺🥺 AWWW

Flightmare - follows the glowing algae caused by Aurvandil's fire, sprays a paralyzing mist to those who it considers a threat to its survival

Aurvandil's fire = Aurora Borealis

YES ASTRID BEAT SNOTLOUT UP

Hiccup: Well, you know, Astrid, uh, training dragons isn't the only thing I think about.

Astrid: Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?

JAHSHAHAJAJ I SWEAR I LOVE THESE TWO the way both of them said these lines I can't ✋🏼😂

The way she said the exact same thing as her uncle and even took on the name I-

I have this headcanon that bc I'm pretty sure Astrid's parents were barely mentioned in the shows or movies that her uncle was the person that was there for her the most which is another reason why it upset her to see people making fun of him

Why does whenever Astrid gets shot by a dragon she always tries to hit it off like her axe is a baseball bat? 😂

Hiccup saving Astrid in the flightmare ep🥺🥺🥺🥺

GLOWY TOOTHLESS AND GLOWY STORMFLY AND GLOWY MEATLUG ARE ADORABLE

Awww I love how Hiccup makes sure to mention the fact that "Fearless Fin Hofferson was indeed fearless, just like all the Hoffersons" 🥺🥺🥺 STOP AND THEN SHE SMILES AND HE PROCEEDS TO PUT HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I-🥴🥴🥴

I love how they're always interrupted whenever they're about to say a bad word

Lil terrible terrors are adorable 🥺

The fact that what they were trained for was actually useful it's crazy

Astrid: "no one is kissing me on the lips ever!!" HHSHAHAH ASTRID WHY U LYING

I feel like we don't appreciate how smart Hiccup actually is, and I don't mean that dragon-wise or building stuff-wise I mean in general. I'm in ep9 and they're finding old dragon traps to get rid of them and there was a lil breeze and he was like "there's a dry hot wind coming in from the north. It hasn't rained in 2 months. This is definitely fire weather." like how- am I the only one that would've been like okok a nice warm breeze 😩

Dude the typhoomerangs are so scary and huge wtf

I KNEW HE WAS TORCH

Torch actually built a lil relationship with Tuff just for that but of time I love it

WE'RE FINALLY GONNA SEE THE SKRILL!! I love it it's one of my favorite dragons :D

I never understood why fishlegs says his name when he's excited

Skrills - The skrill was first found frozen, it's the symbol of the Berserkers, it can stay safely frozen for decades because of their internal body temperature, can't redirect any lightning if it's in the water 😳

Y'all the skrill and the nightfury have gotta be related somehow, they're probably like cousins or sum. I mean the night fury is the "unholy offspring of lighting and death" and the skrill can control lightning AND TECHNICALLY TOOTHLESS CAN TOO REMEMBER HTTYD 3 + they also have similar physical characteristics at least Imo.

Dude this dragon is so badass 😌🤩🥰😩🥴❣️🤍🤝 I'm literally so obsessed

Wow one of the first times I see the twins actually doing sum useful

The way the shots combine🥴

Dagur has misophonia - condition where people experience intense negative emotions for sounds such as eating, chewing, loud breathing or even repeated pen-clicking [ep11]

Oh wow so they originally trapped the skrill in this show i didn't know

Wait but baby Gustav is actually adorable wtf and the fact that he and Snotlout have matching Viking hats

OMG SEE NOW I'M SEEING GUSTAV'S ORIGIN WITH HIS DRAGON AND HIS DESIRE TO BECOME A RIDER

Fanghook🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ruff puts fish oil on her hair to get "a greasy unwashed look"

Really hate when Snotlout doesn't accept no for an answer

THE HAND THING AHHHH I LOVE IT this time is Ruff and a scauldron

Ok guys so I did this with mi friend's puppy who I accidentally scared enough to make him piss himself and I'm pretty sure I traumatized him and now when I'm around the poor dog tries to get as far away from me as possible but one day we were kinda bonding although he still wouldn't let me pet it AND I DID THE HAND THING BECAUSE WHY NOT AND THIS LIL MF ACTUALLY PUTS HIS FACE IN MY HAND- I screamed and he left again🥺😂 BUT IT DID WORK

Scauldy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰😌☺️🤩🤍

Ok but ruffnut with short hair 🤩

Speedstingers

Also the way Astrid ran up to Hiccup in the ep14

Wait but the scene whenever they're fighting the Speedstingers and Fishlegs says they're too fast but Hiccup's like "not for a nightfury" and then they show Toothless dodging the Speedstinger's attack AND THEN THEY SHOW HICCUP PROTECTING HIMSELF WITH HIS SHIELD WHICH GETS THROWN AWAY BUT RIGHT THERE TOOTHLESS CATCHES IT AND THROWS IT BACK TO HICCUP who's like "Thanks bud" 🤩🤩🤩 literally so badass go watch it!! It's ep14 frozen min 17:40

I really liked the relationship Snotlout and Astrid created with each other's dragon 🥺

HOOKFANG'S WINGBLAST AND STORMFLY'S SINGLE-SPINESHOT ARE HELLA BADASS... I love how they worked together this time 🥺

DUDE JAHDHSJAJJJSA ppl really underestimate Ruff's cleverness, this bish really gets Tuff to do the dumbest things just to enjoy looking at him hurting himself JAHDHSJAH😂

TOOTHLESS REALLY JUST BIT AN EEL'S HEAD OFF TO SAVE HICCUP🥺

Baby toothless is high🥺

"Uh, okay. That one was a little close to the one good leg" JAHDHAHSHA ISTG I LOVE THIS DUDE

Johan hates Snotlout for breaking his stuff

Tuff got Macey the Mace from Trader Johan

Astrid looks hot without her shoulder pads

Ok but Dagur looks so weird without his viking hat in this show

The baby thunderdrums are adorable - BING BAM AND BOOM

NOOO STOICK JUST LEFT THORNADO 🥺

OHHH SO ALVIN WAS ACTUALLY FROM BERK and he was Stoick's best friend

Snotlout and Hiccup are parallels of Alvin and Stoick

Ok but that trick Snotlout did was amazing, he really had Hookfang do a lil typhoomerangs move and then the wingblast🤩

I FINISHED IT OMG NOW ONTO RTTE!!

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 27

Prompt: Radio

Ship: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, mental conditioning, graphic violent thoughts

Words: 1, 138

Ragged breaths escape bruised lips, muddied boots dig into the foliage covered ground; every step sends an aching pain through Dean's lead heavy limbs. He's covered in a mix of blood, dirt and sweat, his clothes are torn and stink of gunpowder and gasoline. It felt like he'd been walking for days but in reality it had only been an hour. He couldn't think straight, red blurred the edges of his vision and he could still hear that damn song in the depths of his eardrums. 

He'd considered grabbing dry twigs straight from the ground and digging them into his ear canals but he knew the brief relief would be meaningless in wake of the pain that would come from the desperate act. He just had to keep taking in steady even breaths and focus on his path, he'd be okay at the Wolf's Den. Either they'd take care of him or put a bullet between his eyes, either seemed like a fine option right now if he was being honest. 

Dean stumbles, catches himself on a boulder and hisses as his bare palms drag over the jagged edges. His blood coats the grey surface, he doesn't bother looking at his hands to assess the damage, his body was a plethora of cuts and bruises and at this point if he was dying from anything it'd be infection. His radio crackles to life on his belt as he pushes himself back up, his brown eyes zoned in on his blood dripping down the cracks of the rock as the voice of the man he'd just run from ripped through the static.

"That was quite the show, Deputy, you really gave my men a run for their training—I'm impressed."

The praise means nothing to Dean, it's empty and worthless and said only to manipulate him. He knows there's a part of his weak brain exploding with chemicals, greedy and hungry for more acknowledgement of the hell he'd wrought but he ignores it to the best of his ability. He wasn't happy about what he'd done, he knew he wouldn't be able to close his eyes without seeing the carnage he left in his wake. He didn't want praise for that.

"I'll let you go for now, you've done well but remember, i'm not done with you yet. You're still too soft y'see and soldiers—good soldiers—can't be soft."

Dean tries to drown him out as he carries on, he knows he could switch channels. Turn the radio off. Throw it away. He could do all of those things, they would be so easy to do, but he doesn't. He can't explain why, can't figure out why he lets his voice drone on in his ear exactly how that song does. But he can't be bothered to make any move to stop it, he just keeps walking. He had to be close to the Wolf's Den now, it couldn't be that much farther.

"We'll carve that softness out of you together, it's not gonna be just me doin' all the work here. Ya can resist as much as you want pup but you know you'll be better off when we're done, that's why you behave so well during ya trials isn't it?"

Dean clenches his jaw. Breathes out heavy through his flared nostrils. He's angry—It fesls like he's always angry nowadays. He can't remember the last time he felt calm and ome of the causes of that was taunting him through his radio, his smug smile clesr in his words as he spoke slowly. He never rushed, never gave any indication he felt out of control, he was always steady and relaxed. Why did he get to be okay while putting Dean and so many others through hell? It wasn't fair.

None of this shit was fair.

"Yeah… You're good at takin' orders i'll give you that, just gotta break that rebellion outta ya. Maybe if ya didn't have so many distractions this would be goin' quicker, whaddaya think, am I right?"

Dean frowns, he didn't like where Jacob was going with that sentence. It made a low sinking feeling rise in his gut and he slowed his pace, his surroundings now familiar and he knew right around the jagged cliff was the hatch to the Wolf's Den. He made it, but was that a good thing?

"Eli's been real good at keepin' ya busy lately, huh?"

Dean swallows thickly, he can hear Wheaty's music from all the way out here. He stops walking, panic and bile in his throat.

"Please don't," he doesn't touch the radio, knows Jacob can't hear him, but he sobs the words out uselessly into the air anyway; falls to his knees and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to do this anymore. He's so tired.

"The way I see it, he's holdin' ya back from reachin' your full potential pup. All of 'em are but ya got it in ya head Eli can help you right? He can't. No one can."

Jacob's tone is dry, it sounds like he's walking and suddenly paranoia floods Dean's body. He opens his teary eyes and looks around, breathing ragged, hand resting on the knife strapped to his thigh. He hears Jacob begin to hum, the tune of that fucking song, just the sound of it causes pricks of anxiety under Dean's skin.

"I'm the only one that can help you, i'm the only one here that can see what you really have to offer. I know you can be—great. Perfect. So go on, play house with Eli all ya want but you'll be back home with me soon."

His words sound final, like he's said all he had to say but Dean doesn't move. His entire body is on alert, he can't trust the reality that he's alone out here. Every noise is him, every sway of the leaves is him, every vibration in the ground is him. It's all him—all Jacob. Dean knows he's crying, he can feel the wetness sliding down his dirty cheeks and the buildup on his waterline but he's silent.

"I'll see you soon Deputy."

The line goes quiet, the static ends, it's over. But it's not. His words echo in Dean's head mercilessly and keep him glued to the ground. His shoulders slump forward and he covers his face with his bloody palms, smearing the deep red liquid on his skin. He doesn't care. Jacob kept fucking with him, pulling him along on his strings and as far as Dean could tell there was no way out for him that didn't go exactly how Jacob wanted. 

Dean wasn't in control anymore, as hard as he fought to be.

Jacob had him right where he wanted him and until he said so he would stay there.

No one could help him now.

[awlwren-writes]

12, 29, 57 OTP ask, you decide the pairing :P

We're gonna do all random pairings, then. Your fault. :P

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over? - LukeMara (Star Wars)

Ha. Hahaha. Yes. Heated arguments are their Thing. They do get better at them as they get older and better at listening to each other, (and when they have impressionable children watching them) but it's a great opportunity to just be people for them, so it never goes away. They both kind of like the security that someone is able to pull them out when they get too focused on one idea or path.

If the have time, generally they deal with them by stalking off -- Luke to the jungle, usually, to be by himself, Mara to her ship or training rooms within the temple, where there are people, though occasionally they flip places -- and throw themselves into some sort of exercise to work out their emotions. When they're calmer, they meditate on where their position is coming from and why this matters or doesn't, and then they drift back together around the next mealtime, when they're ready to listen and talk.

Sometimes it takes longer for one of them to be ready, and there is impatient waiting until they are both ready. If this drags on too long one-sided, the calmer one will come sit next to the one who's not ready to talk yet as they do their work, just sitting and not talking or trying to persuade them, maybe handing them stuff. The reminder that this argument doesn't mean that they don't work really well together, can't still be on the same side overall, can sometimes help the recalcitrant get over that bump and start them talking.

In the end, they are very similar, after all, even if the way they access and prioritize things are different and they have different traumas.

If that still doesn't work, there are appeals to friends and family to mediate if possible, but they do so with both of their agreement to reach out to those particular person or people.

If there's not enough time for all that, someone calls timeout, they take five breaths, then each get one sentence to defend their position. Mara generally has veto in practical matters, Luke in formal matters.

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out? Evelynn (The Librarians) - which I need to catch up on...

Flynn, for sure. Eve flinches instinctively the first time he does it -- halfway to grabbing him to protect him -- then gets used to it as just something he does. He convinces her to try it one or twice, though. It's not the technobabble -- she understands the physics just fine -- it's that she is trying to let her hair down even in small ways that finally has her try. It is a little fun. But elevators open on trouble too often for her to do it every time.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart? PelNyx (Kingsglaive)

Budgets, man. Budgets are a buzzkill for groceries. Pelna is the one who plans the grocery list that fits their budgets, but Nyx can sometimes persuade him to swap some things out when he has a good idea for a recipe. And is very persuasive about arguing his baking budget.

Pelna does budget for treats for them! They deserve them! But he would prefer to throw in a packet of sour gummy candies and some chips for his treats -- they're fun and don't require extra work -- but Nyx keeps trying to use his for baking supplies. He is able to trade some of his homemade treats for some. And that's cheaper, right? Pelna would approve if he could chose the flavors himself, but concedes the surprise can be nice. There is some resentment that Nyx keeps winning this argument.

The caffeine vs alcohol ratio to fill their drink budget is a matter of fierce debate, though, each of them trying to protect the other from their vices (Overwork and Overfeeling respectively) but both very much rely on their crutches and won't let them go. It's lead to some actually serious arguments, but the energy drinks and the spirits are not the issue.

You did say any pairing, so I just did the first one that came to mind that wasn't CorNyx. ^_^