#captain calamity

[momachan]

"Well, one thing good has come out of this... I'll finally be able to see that cute hunk Robin again. -Flamebird, chill out this is serious. -Well, I am serious-- have you ever taken a good look at those legs?-- To the max!"

Teen Titans. Secret Origins (1986-1990). Annual #3. "Pieces Of The Puzzle."

[lem0nicle]

i made a new version with a lot more ghouls

i hope its okay, that this is posted as a new post, not just a thread to the previous version😅

[malewifemrhouse]

20 ghouls ! ! i added another 29 to this file. more from fo4 and fnv, and a bunch from fo3 since ive now played it ! i want them all to look special :]!!! Here's the wip i posted previously!

[gabelew]

captain bazz's adventures in demoralizing the youth

featuring teen sidon being just too impressed by his first fancy drink

[simplyender]

my aoc playthrough is going great btw

[calamity-aims]

working on style ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[luck-of-the-drawings]

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

While working on the next 2 comics that won 2nd place in a tie in the poll, I did this as a cool down. I keep forgetting that Lily is supposed to also have a shield since she was training in sword n' shield and so I did this to hopefully remind me in the future.

[turtlele]

This one scene with the entire calamity trio

Hop pop: …

Hop pop: So you have a boyfriend back home?

Anne: *pushes hop pop off the fagwon*

Grime: …

Grime: So you had a girlfriend back home?

Sasha: *pushes Grime off his chair*

Andias: …

Andrias: why are you single?

Marcy: …

Olivia: Oh my frog Andias you can’t just ask people why they’re single

Andrias: …But you are?

Marcy: *nods

Andrias: Your friend might be the bisexual but you’re the one bi yourself

[simplegenius042]

Late WIP Wednesday, OC NSFW Sheet & OC SMASH or PASS Poll

Tagged by @imogenkol

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WIP Wednesday for my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and an NSFW sheet + an OC SMASH or PASS poll for Silva's half-sister Elsa Omar from The Silver Chronicles. Read and decide under the cut:

Got a snippet from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, specifically my FO3 WIP. Amata awakes from a nightmare, and unfortunately Alph isn't present to comfort her. Although things are tense between her and her fellow travel companion Ress, things are surprisingly undisturbed between them. Read below:

Amata awoke with a startle, chest heaving as she looked around the trailer for her tormentors. She expected the cold, disappointed gaze of her father glaring down at her, or perhaps Stevie Mack sadistic grin, or feel the hungry, prying hands of the Andale families that he dropped her into.

Finding neither men nor the vile family, she flopped back onto the dirty mattress as she covered her face, trying to take calming breaths as the terror regressed from the corners of her mind.

She felt hot, hair and forehead damp with sweat, shirt clinging to her body like wet toilet paper.

She glanced at the trailer's square windows, only seeing the dark sky, no sun in sight.

She frowned and brought her pip-boy to her face. The faded green light of the screen was enough to make her tired eyes squint as they adjusted. She noted that it was early in the morning, early enough that the sun wouldn't be up for another five or so hours.

Amata huffed as she brought the screen away from her face. She glanced to the exposed doorway to see Ress laying on top of the picnic table she dragged over. Amata noted the shades the Bishop woman adorned to her face, and shoved away the thought questioning why she'd where them in the dark.

The woman hardly made much sense to Amata; from her unnatural platinum blonde hair to her arrogant, apathetic attitude to the incredulous impossibility of her abilities of unknown origin. Amata learned radiation could do many things, and she knew manipulating energy could not be one of them.

And yet, she's helping me look for Alph, Amata reminded herself. She still couldn't figure out why Ress would go out of her way of helping her, considering her previous words some time after she held them hostage as her guides.

She shook her head, clearing those thoughts. Regardless of whatever reason Ress possessed to aid her, Amata was glad that she had some powerful protection against the hostility of the Capital Wasteland.

The shootout between the raiders and super mutants from yesterday being the most fresh example on her mind.

Amata debated on whether she should return to sleep or not. Usually she'd seek out Alph whenever she had a nightmare, dating back to when they were kids inside the Vault. Simpler days... easier days.

But Alph isn't here right now, she grimly remembered, He's in a hub full of those fucking slavers. All because he put my safety above his own.

That was quite a pattern Amata seemed to be repeating; finding herself in some trouble and then needing to be protected and saved. Like with Springvale, like with Andale, and recently Evergreen Mill.

This time, neither her nor Alph had Ress to bail them out at the time. And now Alph was suffering the consequences of her inadequacy.

Knowing she'd find no peace in her slumber, she instead decided to get up to get some fresh air.

Ress' resting spot just happened to be where she needed to get said fresh air.

Ress didn't immediately acknowledge Amata, though the younger of the two wasn't foolish to believe she just didn't hear the vaultie.

Amata exhaled into the cold air as she pretended to admire the morning sky, although a morning sky was better than no sky in her opinion.

"Rough sleep?" Ress inquired from where she laid on the table, head tilted towards Amata's direction.

A breeze brushed past, the chill causing a shiver to wash over Amata's body. Regretting leaving her jacket in the trailer, she answers Ress with a nod and murmur.

Amata saw that Ress nodded slowly, one expensive slacks tapping against the other. "Bad dreams?" She guessed, though not unsurprising to Amata.

"Yeah," Amata said lowly, rubbing her hands together as she tried to generate enough heat to support her entire body. She didn't exactly want to talk to Ress about it, even if she was seeking at least another's presence.

Ress leaned up, left fingers suavely taking her shades off. Her piercing blue eyes focused on Amata, before breaking the focus to brush her hand over her long hair.

Tapping the hilt of her slacks against the table leg, and smacked her lips together. Amata had noted that Ress was taking time in piecing her words together this time.

"The Capital Wasteland sure is something," Ress began, wringing her wrists, "Chaotic and hostile and full of conflict."

Amata only nodded along, both out of habit and having learned from experience the Wasteland's environment.

"Though this place is only a corner of the world," Ress stated, "My brother's been all over the states. Contrary to what you vaulties may believe, the country isn't actually like this."

She gestured to west, a twinkle in those blue eyes, "California's developed a new republic that's been around as long as Ore has been."

She gestured north, Amata followed the direction obediently, "Boston's apparently doing quite well compared to the likes of Orleans and Oklahoma. Not thriving like California but certainly not a dead zone like our neighbor West Virginia."

Amata listened closely, absorbing what little information she could infer from Ress' words, "This may be one of the less appealing areas, I know, but once you find your way to other states, it'll be like this place to be another passing memory."

Amata scrunched her face, though she wasn't entirely discomforted by Ress words.

"Whether my word means anything or not, I just want to make sure you know one thing right here, right now," Ress says as she stares into Amata's caught gaze, "I won't let you down. I'll get Alph back for you, alive and in one piece."

Here's my Captain of Security Ezekiel's NSFW Chart that no one asked for. Be sure to see the information of his mutual lover in the SMASH OR PASS section too:

SMASH OR PASS

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

ELSA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

[NOTE: Elsa is supposed to have natural blonde hair, something she inherited from her father, Adam Omar (for better or worse considering how shitty of a person he is)]

QUICK FACTS:

HEIGHT: Around 5'5.

Age: 25 (if she was alive in 2018)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Polyamorous Bisexual

PROS:

Elsa's got a successful business in floristry and is very well-off (which may or may not involve her less-talked about methods of attaining finance).

Dominant Feminine Aura radiates from her.

You want affection? Don't bother saying what type she'll give you it all.

She's a flirt, a wooer, a love-bomber and just about knows all the ways to court you like a gentlewoman (and get you hot and bothered... as well as wrap you around her finger).

Actual comedian (potentially learned from one of her financial gigs?).

Knows all the dirt on everyone and the hottest gossip (hot out of the oven kind of gossip).

You want to try scary new things? She also wants to try scary new things.

Quite an intelligent, cunning adapter.

Social etiquette and fashion queen and occasional rule-breaker (but no one can prove it).

Bisexual goddess honestly.

Very experienced in the bedroom, so rest assured you're in good hands if you've got none. She'll be gentle, don't worry. (And if you like rough, rest assured, in spite of her medical condition with her bones, Elsa HAS creatively found many ways around that which can satisfy both of your wants for a little roughness).

She's got connections. Legal trouble? She's got her godsend lawyer pal Gavin Turquoise to bust you out of court swiftly and cleanly. Social reputation under fire? She'll endorse you and shame the non-believers. Being messed around with by some punks? Ningún problema, she's got her older hermana Silva who'd do anything for her litter sister.

Fun aunt so if you have any nephews/nieces she can give you a hand.

Wine aunt (also knows all the good alcohol).

PDA and compliment dependent.

If you're wanting to go up and talk to her but are intimidated by the sheer elegance and divinity of this walking goddess, no need to worry, you've got the ultimate encouraging wingman who's got your back... her boyfriend! (Ezekiel, if he's around, who've you recently read some intimate info above. His kinks can be a window to what she's also into).

"They ordered no pickles!" kind of girlfriend.

Will punch a jerk for you (avoidance of this is highly recommended though).

She'll accept you as you are, and will accept whatever changes you go through too.

Expect to be roped in some prank wars with her and Ezekiel.

100% okay with being friends with benefits or a one-night stand. You don't have to pursue a romantic relationship.

CONS:

Okay now time for the tough to swallow shit.

Dating Elsa is asking for a lot of trust issues, questions over the genuineness of her love towards you and her manipulative, multi-masked, self-centered selfishness, and egotistical bullshit.

Elsa is someone who pretends to be one way with you and another with others.

It may not be obvious, but Elsa craves attention, and wants to fuel more of her inflated ego, and will use you as a way to get that (okay, but that is legitimately Adam's fault right there, with his parental favoritism of Elsa over Silva. Yeah she knew he was a dangerous monster of a man and the shittiest person alive, but spending almost two decades with the man, Silva's presence and absence notwithstanding, will have affects especially when her strongest moral compass wasn't present to protect and nurture her, albeit not by choice).

Just because you may be amongst her lovers, does not mean your value goes above her family (Silva and Persephone), but if you're lucky enough you may end up amongst Ezekiel's level of importance to Elsa.

Elsa may be doing illegal shit and there is a chance she might frame you for it (if only to avoid being scolded by a disappointed Silva. Like if she went to prison, she'd be fine, it's just Silva's approval and her dependence on Elsa is not something Elsa is willing to compromise). But she generally doesn't do that with people she likes (those she dislikes on the other hand...)

Elsa's impulsive daredevil shenanigans are extremely stressful to deal with considering the severity of her physical condition.

Much like her older sister, Elsa will not talk about her past, and will outright fabricate a non-existent one without hesitation.

Probably knows therapy exists but chooses not to go because she doesn't believe she needs it.

Knowing Elsa may put a target on your back (whether it be the Congregation of Adam's Guard or whoever she's pissed off now).

Girl will gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss her way out of the "be a nicer and more considerate person" even if it's to you. You cannot “fix her”, she’s happy as is.

Toxic. Silva is 100% unaware of this fact (as far as she knows her little sister is just a little troublesome at times) and Elsa intends on keeping it that way.

If you're rich or influential (like say... Joseph Seed), she will one-hundred percent scheme a way to either steal the inheritance (which may or may not involve murder) or take your power for herself, all through the art of seduction, deception and backstabbing.

Either-Either

She doesn't want kids. Or to raise one either. She helps Silva with Persephone because that's how much they mean to her. Though she can tolerate being a babysitter and aunt-figure, actual motherhood is a no-go, not just because she can't have kids herself (a personal choice of hers), but because she's generally disinterested in the idea of raising children. Motherhood, or parenthood in general, is something she mostly doesn't want to be associated with, which is perfectly fine (unless you want kids and have managed to achieve a long-lasting relationship with Elsa).

She's not interested in marriage either. The idea of, in her own eyes, being tied down in any shape or form is something she deeply resents, especially if it's overlooked by an authoritative force that declares it official (either it be lawful or religion). Perhaps that's one of the reasons she has an affinity towards Ezekiel, as they share similar ideals with one another. He's just more chill and down-to-Earth.

Open Relationship; she's not tied down with you and you're not tied down with her. Cool for those who don't want to be restricted to just a relationship with her but not so much for those seeking a closed relationship.

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[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic Assholes Tourney round 1 part 4a

Ahab (Moby Dick) vs Laerryn Cormar-Seelie (Critical Role Exandria Unlimited: Calamity)

Propaganda Below Cut (Beware Spoilers)

Ahab

He's the physical embodiment of hubris. His arrogance leads directly to his death at the hands (or fins) of the whale he hunts relentlessly; https://www.tumblr.com/byrdsfly/686201047107174400/captain-ahab-assigned-hubris-at-birth

Laerryn

She built a device to transport her whole city into another dimension specifically to spite the gods. When the machine killed her best friend, instead of thinking "Wow, this might be a bad idea" she threw herself into solving it, sacrificing her marriage. When she discovered the system that was preventing her from getting the magic she needed to move the city, she destroyed it, unleashing the evil betrayer gods and dooming the entire world; The Ur-example of Wizard Hubris™.

Laerryn lived in a flying magocratic city and was the person in charge of the magical engines that kept it flying. In secret, she constructed her own engine, the Astral Leywright, that would allow the city to travel between planes of existence, believing that, as this would be among the greatest magical accomplishments of the age, she would be forgiven by the city's authorities for tampering with the engines once her deeds had come to light. Her commitment to this project cost her her marriage and her best friend, who was stranded in the Astral Plane after he agreed to be the first person to test it, but she continued undaunted. Eventually, when the Leywright was ready to be activated (under even better conditions than she had anticipated), she discovered that another of the city's apparati, the Tree of Names, a magic tree that had been placed there by the druids who lived on the land the city had came from, was siphoning the power she needed. Shortly afterward, it became evident that there was a conspiracy in the city to release a group of imprisoned evil gods, and that the city landing (something she needed for the Leywright to activate) was a vital part of their plan. Not only did she disregard this threat, but she also ended up destroying the Tree of Names (for a variety of reasons, but partially because it was an obstacle), thus unknowingly removing the last barrier that was keeping the evil gods from entering the world. Shortly after that she did turn around and use the Leywright to help mitigate some of the damage that would be done by those gods (dying in the process, but not before she'd reconciled with her ex-husband); Laerryn is wizard hubris incarnate, pursuing knowledge and magical advancement at the cost of all else and confident enough in her power to see herself as equivalent to a god. Vote for her if you support women's wrongs.

[seasofcalamity]

How do Anne, Sasha and Marcy react during their respective captain's attempts to outdo each other? (ex: Sailing off the waterfall or playing chicken with the fireball.)

I'm gonna answer this in 2parts to make it eaiser *reactions to them playing chicken*

Anne: *concerned and bewildered* LUFFY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING??

Sasha: *enraged by his stupidity* KID, WTF!?!

Marcy: *too busy being in awe of the actual giant, fire-breathing dragon-man standing in front of her to notice her captain's face getting fried*

[cat-foundling]

Absolutely LOVE this art of the Calamities

[captain-krow-drozdov]

I Need A Crossover Fic Where Totk!Link (Tears? Kingdom?) Meets Aoc!Link.

I Need Totk!Link To Be Tired Feral, Not Quite Domesticated (He Can Still Frequently Be Found In The Wild In Nothing But His Boxers Throwing Hands With Monsters) But Like He Seems Like A Totally Chill Guy Who Just Really Likes Cooking But The Second You Look Away From Him Totk!Link (Imma Just Call Him Kingdom) Has Already Set Something On Fire And Built His Own Devine Beast Out Of Random Scraps.

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Kingdom/Totk!Link: Castles Haunted.

Age/Aoc!Link, Confused And Signing Back: What?

Kingdom, Grabbing Age By The Shoulders: Castles Haunted.

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Aoc!Purah, Side Eyeing Kingdoms Scars From Literally Dying Plus The Prosthetic Arm Situation: I'm Sensing There's A Story There?

Kingdom, Waggles Around Rauru's Arm With A Shit Eating Grin: Demon King Ate My Arm. I Got This One From A Dead Guy.

Aoc!Purah, Who Was Already Confused By A Link That Talks Slowly Pulling Out A Notebook And Pen: I Wish To Study You.

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I Need To Know How The Aoc!Champions Would React To Totk!Link/Kingdom In All Their Scarred Missing Arm Glory Absolutely Destroying Monster Hoards In A Blue Backless Dress And Some Bloody White Thigh High Boots (Frostbite Top + Royal Guard Trousers).

Not To Mention Totk!Link/Kingdom Pulling Out The Fuckin Earthquake Technique While Fighting Only To Find Out That The Yiga Are Actually Chill Here???

They Either First Meet Kingdom Via Him Just Vibing In Gerudo Town Enjoying Being Drinking Age Decked Out In The Frostbite Armour Or They Witness Totk Engineering Atrocities During An Unusual Monster Hoard.

[ominous-feychild]

✦ OC In Three Tag 3 ✦

This round of characters is coming from a story I've barely mentioned before: what I affectionately refer to as "the Calamity Crew" (aka it's a placeholder title)! Zarina is the captain of the ship, Cricket (more formally known as Hugo) is the navigator and her right-hand man, and--... actually these two are the only ones I'm sharing from tCC. They're definitely not my favorite or anything... even though I love the other characters, too, haha.

On the other hand, Cassandra... well, she's got a lot more in common with them than they think! And shows up in the story they're in. 👀

ZARINA

CRICKET (HUGO)

CASSANDRA CASSIEL

These guys were super hard to pick images for because they had soooo many options, haha! But I think I'm satisfied besides wishing I could put more ocean stuff for Zari/Cass and maybe some runic/study material for Cricket.

Feel free to make guesses about their characters! I love each of these guys, but they won't show up in my writing for a long, long time... 👀😭

OC In Threes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8

Tagging list/those who seem interested! (Ask and I will not in the upcoming ones): @creative-author @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[calamity-aims]

89 if you haven’t gotten that one yet 💕

89. The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Rex watches the sun rise over the horizon, partly because sunrises are still a novelty after so long on Kamino, and partly so he doesn't have to look at his general's face.

"Rex, don't," Anakin pleads from inside the tent. "Don't go."

He sighs. Lets the tent flap drop from his hand, and turns back to his general. Anakin's sitting up in bed, rumpled and shirtless, with mussed hair and a line of dark bruises trailing down his chest.

Bruises that Rex sucked into his skin last night. His hands ache, remembering the feeling of Anakin's hair in his fingers, the muscles of Anakin's back bunching as Rex clung to him.

Rex clamps his hands behind his back in a stiff parade rest.

"I-" he starts, but he doesn't know what to say. Anakin is still looking at him with those pleading blue eyes, and Rex just wants to say whatever will get Anakin to stop making that face at him. It's breaking Rex's heart just that much more.

"Stay," Anakin pleads, orders. "If you love me, stay."

That's exactly why Rex can't. "I love you, sir," he says, and curses the wobble in his voice. "And I'll always be your captain. But the Senator...she's who you're in love with. She's the one you have a life with."

Anakin looks away, like Rex slapped him, but doesn't argue. It's stupid, but Rex was hoping-

It doesn't matter.

Fuck.

(this ficlet based on Lindsey Buckingham's little whispered "fuck" in the very beginning of the song)