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[praxcrown5]

Carstober Prompt #16: Boneyard

Little excerpt from a side story I've been working on. The characters involved are a self-employed delivery truck named Thomas Gustavson Lane (everyone calls him "Gus") and A1A77275, a "young"--87 year old--angel from the Oldsmobile factory.

I'll probably post the whole chapter at some point, tho it gets quite spicy.

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"Gus?"

A white and blue Dodge pickup jumped high enough that all four of his tires got off the ground, and once he landed he spun, tools mounts raised to defend himself.

The scrapyard was empty.

Well, empty except for a dozen or so piles of spare parts, everything ranging from bumpers to drive trains, and three husks in various stages of dismantling.

He blinked, confused.

"Up here!"

Gus looked up and was surprised to see Aia, his liaison to the Oldsmobile factory, hovering about twenty feet off the ground, her lovely chrome wings flapping in a steady rhythm to keep her airborne.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "Erm…what are ya doin' here?"

"I'm here for a hookup."

Gus just stared. "Y-you…what, now?"

Aia laughed and adjusted her wings so that she could land, gently, in an open area of gravel nearby. Then she rolled over to him, smiling slyly. "The last time you were at the factory…you told me that if I was ever curious about hooking up that you'd be willing to 'show me the ropes.'" She flared her wings. I've decided to take you up on your offer."

Gus' shades widened to their limits and his mouth hung open. "Oh…" He managed after a full minute.

Aia chuckled. "You seem…surprised."

"I…" He paused, and cleared his throat. "Well…I was…" What could he tell her, that he was joking. He recalled the interchange in question, and there was no doubt in his mind that he was flirting from a place of genuine interest: how many folk have had the opportunity to hook up with an angel, after all?

But…that was part of his trepidation. Aia had chosen to use feminine pronouns for his sake…but she was a genderless being by her own admission. Population control was a big thing in the factories.

She was also highly intelligent, and maybe, even, clairvoyant. And…that was all very intimidating.

How could he, a lowly delivery truck, hope to compete with the legion of heavenly options available for her to choose from.

A gentle touch on his front left tire made him look up, and he was surprised--and awed--to find Aia idling in front of him, intense purple eyes focused on his. "I…hope you don't think yourself unworthy of my affection." She said through a gentle smile.

"I'm…just a truck." Gus offered, gruffly. "I ain't particularly smart, and I don't got much to offer…" He gestured to his shack and the attached scrapyard. "You could…" He sighed and looked away. "You could do so much better…"

A pained look claimed her face. "You…do not see yourself as being desirable?"

"Naw…not really."

"Why?" She pressed closer.

"Well…folks tend to look down on scrappers. Think we're un-clean for takin' from the dead."

Aia recoiled, eyes wide. "The dead no longer require their parts. Leaving them to time and the elements denies those parts to others."

"Exactly."

The angel looked confused, and she fluttered her wings, uncertain. "I…still have much to learn about your culture, it seems." She considered the truck, purple eyes seeming to bore through his windscreen to stare directly into his brain. "For what it's worth, I do not think you to be unclean."

Gus chuckled and met her gaze. "Urm…thanks."

The angel smiled and flapped her wings, happily. "And…if I might add. Your profession is looked upon favorably by my community."

The pickup looked surprised. "Really?"

She nodded and flapped her wings hard enough to get airborne. She flew over to one of the husks, a Ford Coupe, that he had been in the process of dismantling before her arrival. She landed gently beside the body and waved him over with a tire.

Gus followed, intrigued.

"Despite what people think…factories are not self-sufficient. Yes, we make much of the fuel we use for propulsion and food, and we can harness sunlight for almost limitless energy…but…" She caressed the Ford's door with a reverence that was unexpected, and Gus found himself pressing closer, intrigued. "Metal is a limited resource in this world," Her gaze became distant. "There are some places where virgin ores still exist…but they are located in the remote wastes…or buried so deeply that our equipment melts."

"So…all the metals that exist…?" Gus began, realization dawning in his brown eyes.

Aia smiled, sadly. "…exist within us, and all mechanical life." She made a half turn to consider him, fully. "Scrappers like you provide my community with resources that would otherwise be lost to the elements, resources that we use…to create new life." She fluttered her shades. "We are taught, from the moment we become self-aware, that the creation of life is essential to The Plan…" She rolled forward, eyes still fixed on his. "Your parts, alone, have been used to create three thousand, four hundred and twenty three new vehicles." She arced her wings forward so that the chrome feathers caressed Gus's hood and front fenders. "You are a father to many…and I find that very, very, VERY admirable."

A shudder passed through him from radiator to tailpipe at the suddenly suggestive tone to Aia's voice, and before he could think better of it, he'd closed the distance between them so that he could kiss her full on the mouth.

...to be continued.

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I don't have proper refs of these two, yet. Gus is modeled in the likeness of an Old World, 1938 Dodge Pickup truck, like the one below...except that his fenders are blue and not tan.

A1A77275 (aka Aia) is an angel modeled in the likeness of a 1991 Oldsmobile Cutlass Calais 442, like the one below, except that she has a maroon paint job.

And chrome wings attached to her rear fenders.

[inthebeginning-rebellion]

i do think people are taking djenks 'izzy is a father figure!!' comment a little too literally

ED saw Izzy as a mentor/'father' figure, a safe, codependent, but also deeply toxic and volatile bond. 'I loved you, as best I could.' he could never love Izzy in a way that was... better, because it was dependent on violence and repression of the true self. I don't think he really saw Izzy as a DAD, it was more that he was a sort of... amalgamation of a lot of things that Ed never had and wished he had but were still not what Ed dreamed of. Lucius says to Stede 'maybe the time with you is the best he was ever gonna get'. Izzy was... the best of a lot of bad relationships, but still not a relationship where he could be his true self. He had to be Izzy's ideal.

Izzy loved who he and Ed were together, the infamous notorious brigand of the seven seas Blackbeard and his loyal, deadly first mate. He loved this concept and this ideal and this comfortable niche they built together after a lifetime of not belonging, but he spent all of season 1 HATING Edward, pushing Edward down, wishing Edward would die. He loved an idea of a man that did not exist anymore, and Izzy knew that about Ed, he knew it long before Stede came around and was refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was beating a dead horse. 'I have... love for you.' I have love for who we are together. I have love for the idea of us as a pair. I have love for what we built. But not you, not what's in your heart.

They're still and always will be family, there still is and always will be love, but love that was unequal and dependent on things that did not match up to what the other loved. I think when Izzy comes back, in whatever way they bring him back 'cause look I'm sorry he's not staying dead if we get a season 3 are you kidding me? Buttons is a bird. Ed was dead long enough for the crew to resort to eating raw seabird. Magic is real and love is true and varied and comes in many many forms, and witches turn into seagulls, and widows paint lighthouses, and soup is good, and whim-prone men open inns, and to be loved is to be changed. I think I'd be a lot sadder about Izzy if I wasn't so 100% sure of the fact that he'll be back. I just don't see a world where Izzy isn't there in season 3, I really don't.

I don't think Stede and Ed are going to be staying as Innkeepers for very long. I think they're going to miss the sea and they'll have to get back out there in the great wide open sooner rather than later, and I think they're going to end up bringing Izzy with them in some form or another. I don't think they'll necessarily be pirates, but I do believe The Revenge is home and I do believe they'll find a place to meet in the middle. (I'm saying, Dinner Theater on the Revenge, docking in Nassau, Barbados, and the former Republic of Pirates.)

Anyway the point is. Ed and Izzy felt vastly different types of love for one another and it was tainted by experience and aggression and pain. They brought out each others poisons and when Ed got tired of the poison, Izzy demanded it continue. And by the time he got what he wanted, Izzy, too, had changed too much to want that poison. But he did ask for it, he demanded it. And it nearly killed them all- it did kill Ed. Imagine that, demanding your oldest friend, your family, to be their worst self, regretting it, and then killing him for it. And yes, he became a unicorn and came out of his shell and grew. But there's still... more, for Izzy to become.

His death will be his rebirth, I think, in a way that goes far beyond the unicorn. He is the spirit of piracy. He became that, in season 2. If we get season 3, fuck it man. Give me ghost pirate Captain Hands, the true and literal spirit of piracy.

[writingoddess1125]

Young Love pt. 1

This was a request, I hope this is to your liking! I tried 🙃

Young!Mihawk x Young!FemReader ☆18-19

Fluff - Romance - Spicy

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He needed to be there.. He had to be. Mihawk wasn't sure why his Captian had turned himself in- It just didn't make sense however he was not going to question it. He had heard the execution was in a few days and he needed to get to Loguetown in order to make it.

However being without a crew or access to a ship made it harder, having to hitch rides on other ships and walk across islands in order to make his destination.

He was just 2 islands away from Loguetown, his feet sore and exhaustion heavy on his bones. Stopping by a trail he leaned against some trees, trying to determine if he should just rest against the trees- however the sound of noises caught his ear. He didn't know what it was but it pulled his attention and he followed it-

Stepping off the trail fully he walked to a small clearing were he saw a young women, His age he assumed practicing with a sword.

Mihawk stood there as he watched you closely. You're form was utterly beautiful and he couldn't help but admire it-

The confidence you showed as you did slow swings of the sword to practice form- It was almost like a intimate dance with one's self, something he shouldn't have the privilege of watching.

He didn't notice he had take a step forward, a twig snapping under his foot and you snapped your head towards him. Raising a brow at him as he looked like a doe.. Noting the blade on his back and how he clearly been watching you.

"Well that's not creepy at all" You call out to him, The teen giving you a deadpan look.

"Apoligies, I was admiring your form" He admitted as he stepped forward into the clearing. You noting the sword on his back-

"Is that for show or can you actually use it?" You jab, watching his face twinge in slight annoyance.

"Of course I am- Wish for me to show you?" He questioned as he pulled the sword from his back, Shrugging at him and holding your blade to him.

"Sounds fun, but dont worry~ I don't plan on killing you, Too cute for that" You say with a wink before setting your stance. Mihawk suppressing the urge to roll his eyes-

The duel began with a clash of steel as their cutlasses met in a resounding clash, sparks flying. You starting with a lung forward with a flurry of rapid strikes, aiming for the males midsection. Mihawk being quick to dodge parried with great strength knocking the attacker off balance.

Only lasting a second you were faster on your feet and tested some new footwork- Dashing to the side and managing to smack Mihawk's behind with the back of your blade. A surprised noise leaving the dark haired teen as he sent a chilling glare and quickly swiped at you which you blocked.

The cutlasses clashed in a series of fierce exchanges, as both of you demonstrated your strength and skills in this dangerous art form. In the middle of the dangerous set of swings Mihawk caught eye of an opening to your side and aimed for it quickly- Your eyes widening as you barely managed to side step and bringing yourself close to him in order to avoid a cut, Him closing the space to trap you in an dangerous embrace.

A flutter in his chest as he watched you pull the cross from around your neck and hold a small blade to his throat in counter of this.

A tie..

A few seconds pass of silence and Mihawk can't help but crack a smile at this-

"You're good" He said, You lowering your blades and chuckling at this he doing the same thing.

"Not too bad yourself- Whats your name stranger?" You say with a grin, holding out a hand to shake.

"Mihawk.. Dracule Mihawk" He was quick to shake your hand.

"(Y/N)- Nice to meet ya" You give a cheeky smile and release his hand.

"So what brings you to Dower Town?" You question, curious why he was in such a dump anyway- He shrugged "Passing through" That was enough of an answer for you. It wasn't like you were doing anything different.

The two of you began to chat back and forth, talking about different sword techniques and complimenting each other.

You invited Mihawk to share a drink with you down at the local tavern- he happily agreed. Traveling to the towns local tavern together you guys enter quickly.

Mihawk and you sat down, Grinning at each other as you both continued the talk. The conversation along the way getting more flirtatious- It took only 3 drinks from both of you to be opening flirting.

"So what do you like?~" You say with a smile, finishing another beer.

His lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, for starters, a good duel under the moonlight and a glass of wine to celebrate afterward."

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to ponder his words. "A duel, you say? I hope you're not challenging me to another swordfight right here."

Mihawk chuckled "Not just yet. I'm more interested in a different kind of duel right now."

Your heart quickened as his gaze locked onto yours, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his glass. "And what kind of duel would that be?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "The kind where we see who can leave the other more enchanted by the end of the night."

A playful grin spread across your face. "You're on, Dracule Mihawk."Maybe it was teenage hormones or the alcohol in both your systems both you both were far to willing for each other.

The next morning Mihawk sat up, Still groggy from the alcohol in his system but still he saw you had gone from the bed already. Looking around surprised as he got up quickly and dressed himself- Also noting his coin purse seemed to be magically missing as well.

A stumbled walk to the closest inn you and Mihawk are already locked in a passionate kiss- You could feel his tongue on your lips, then slowly parting them. Kissing him back, you both moaned. His back hitting the door of the hotel room as you both scrambled inside- Mihawk desperately starting to take off your shirt pulling it over your head and tossed it to the other side of the rented room.

He paused for a second, you finally noticing the redness on his cheeks. You no better as you both clearly lacked experience- The world seemed to slow down, you and Mihawk drifting to the dinky bed of the inn stripping yourself of clothes fully this time. No words needing to be exchanged as something warmer filled the room then just blind passion-

The two of you kissing again, you feeling his hands touch your body for the first time. Running through your hair, down your neck, and across your naked chest drawing a moan from you.

He was so gentle with you. His touch almost reverential as if he was worshipping you. Your own hands running through his hair, pulling him closer to you feeling his hard cock pressing against your naked leg.

A few more deep kisses followed as Mihawk guided himself to you. Your eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure as you felt his cock head touch your lips, pushing into you as you arched your back feeling his hips push against your own filling you to the utter brim.

The alcohol easing any discomfort that may have befell you, Mihawk hissing softly as he bottomed out inside you. Leaving over you flushed and panting already, you couldnt help but blush at this.

After a few moments he began to move, gently thrusting into you as whimpered moans escaped your parted lips, Your legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer.

Grunts leaving Mihawk as he continued to thrust into you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you close as his free hand gripped the sheets next to your head.

You didn't know how long you and Mihawk were entangled with each other. However the night seemed endless- filled with reckless passion and what you assumed was false love. Eventually exhaustion taking you both into a deep sleep.

Barely buttoning his shirt he stepped out of the room to see you fixing the sword to your hip, glancing back at him with a smirk.

Silence falling over the both of you as he cracked a amused grin. Never been on the end of being left from a one night stand.

"Will I ever see you again?" He questioned, you smiled at him and reached from around your neck to pull the cross from around your neck and tossed it to him. Mihawk catching it quickly and stared at it for a moment before meeting your gaze once more.

"When you're the better then me, we will meet again" You say with a smile, Winking at him as you start to walk away. Mihawk smiling at this as he watched you.

"So I guess this means you'll see me soon" He called back to you.

You laugh at this, continuing to walk away from him and wave.

"I hope so!"

[aurorialwolf]

REDACTED CHARACTERS AS CARS (based on the cars faces mostly, some on vibes)

To clarify this is NOT what I think they would drive, it is the car that I think they are!! (my apologies if this has already been done in the same way before, im sure ive seen another one of these but this is my take on it!) (all pictures DO NOT belong to me!) David - 2024 Honda Odyssey (it looks so serious and ready for duty)

Asher - Neon green Giulia Quadrifolgio (the green is based on a fic i read, also i think this one is him bc it looks like its trying not to laugh)

Milo - BMW M4 Coupe Individual Fire Orange, very specifically (it gives short and feisty vibes)

Sam - No I will not apologize

Vincent - 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme Coupe (yes the one from the useless facts video, vincent is that car idc)

Porter - Something like this or something more low-key bc hes a smooth dude idk

Alexis - White Sedan (trust me. look this car up and tell me it doesnt look like. alexis vibes)

Gavin - This godless beast /lh

Caelum - This thing. Also he would drive this one so this is an exception to my earlier statement

Vega - Armoured car (idk what brand it might be under there)

Damien - whatever this is (he would NOT drive this but it gives the fiery and intense vibes that he does)

Huxley - 2024 Jeep Wrangler (low hanging fruit, I know)

Lasko - 1972 Ferrari (it looks so shy)

Kody - Chrysler Grand Caravan (VERY different from the Dodge Grand Caravan, rest in peace) (god i hate the chrysler grand caravan)

ILL MAKE MORE OF THESE IF YALL FOUND IT FUNNY! kudos to anyone else who made this kind of post before me, it wasnt inspired by anyone (literally the last car giving kody vibes is what inspired this whole thing jdkfghskjdh) but i know it had to have been done before and i think it was a moot of mine but i cant remember sowwy :(

[hotteoki]

pirate king (j.y.h)

pairing: pirate jeong yunho x fem reader

genre: strangers to lovers, alternate dimension, pirate au

wc: 4k

cw: mild language, weaponry

notes: i wrote this with the layout of the ateez ship in mind (the one in the 'illusion' mv but with blond yunho cause he 4+4 the halloween ver of deja vu

xtra - tysm @woosluv & @ssaboala for beta reading for me! <33

"all eyes on me now! if you still doubt mine, it's too pointless. we're still young and wild, we gonna find new world to be mine!" yunho's fingers moved along the quote carved into the compass he's had since who knows how long.

yunho's head was lifted up forcefully by hongjoong's pointing stick poking his forehead. "you're going to get lost later on the island if you don't listen to me right now," hongjoong tilted his head, stepping back to the blackboard. "captain, i mean this in the nicest way possible, we've been over this, like, six times in the span of a week. we'll be fine," yeosang called from across the room as he tapped his telescope against his other palm, still dodging wooyoung's outstretched arms every now and then.

"you all say this but i know one of you is going to get into some shit and i'm going to have to be the one to clean it up," hongjoong sighed, dropping his pointer onto the ground lazily, "okay, come on, let's get off the ship. remember the plan, and wooyoung, stop trying to kiss yeosang's face. you can do that when we come back."

yunho kicked the ladder down onto the dock, stepping off the ship first. the crew split up, him going into the left path trailing into the cave. they all knew exactly what they were looking for, and the lengths each and every one of them were willing to take to get it.

it was peaceful until a rustle attracted his attention. yunho paused, pretending to re-lace his shoes, his eyes darting to his left, the direction where the sound had come from. when it was calm for the following minute, yunho slowly stood to continue his journey, putting on an oblivious façade, his hand subtly inching for his sheathed cutlass with every step.

yunho wasn't stupid. he's had enough experience to know not to doubt his senses at any cost. true to him, the snapping of a branch immediately heightened his senses. he swiftly cut through the thick, tall grass, eyes meeting with ones belonging to an innocent doe.

as the doe ran off, yunho only noted then how it was running along the path he was on. the cogs in his head whirred in confusion as he wondered why a deer wouldn't run away from a potential predator, rather in the same direction as him. that thought never escaped as he trudged on, praying the cave he was walking towards would appear before him faster.

and lo and behold, there it was.

if yunho hadn't been looking for it specifically he would've missed it entirely. it blended in perfectly with the shadows of the swaying trees, outgrown weeds guarding the entrance, vines crawling around, all leading straight into the depths of the cave.

peeking into the darkness, he checked every corner, sharp eyes darting here and there. finally, they landed on an unusual glimmering spot. yunho stepped closer, cautious of the fact he was now exposed to any potential predators hiding deep in the cave.

he was about a meter away from the shining rock when he realised it wasn’t a rock at all. it was an hourglass etched into the cave walls, almost like the cave was built around it over the years. he breathed out a light sigh of relief upon feeling the grooves of the rock nearby. it wasn’t etched in that deep. he could easily pull it out with a bit of help.

he allowed himself a few more minutes of admiring the hourglass. the cromer, its name was. an hourglass with the ability to lead them to an alternate dimension, where they could escape this timeline that caused each and every one of them so much pain and loss.

after stealing books from other pirates, following leads from old legends, tracking down their ancestors' footsteps, seonghwa had finally found a map hidden deep in the journals of an unknown pirate, their initials and writings long faded within the centuries. the joy the crew had felt when they located the hourglass after years was a night yunho could not forget.

just as he was about to turn back and find his crewmates, yunho was greeted with the sight of the very doe blocking his exit. when it was made clear that the doe had no intentions of moving at all, yunho unsheathed his cutlass. this was no ordinary animal.

his theory was proved right when a gust of wind blew against his face. removing his hand from his face and opening his eyes, he tried to conceal his shock. where the doe had stood before was a girl about his age.

“you’re a shapeshifter.” you raised your eyebrows at his statement, “obviously.” “i thought they didn’t exist anymore after hunters hunted them down ages ago,” yunho still had his cutlass held in front of him, wary of this new stranger. “yeah, i know. that was centuries ago. there’re still a few of us left, but most of us don’t want to be found.” “you’re not one of them, though,” yunho pointed out.

“and with good reason,” you stepped closer as yunho stepped back. sighing, you held up your hands in surrender, “do i look like i’m going to attack you or something?” “you can never be too careful,” he shrugged.

“i’ll tell you an easier way of getting that hourglass without taking this cave down.” yunho’s arm faltered, “what do you mean?” “this entire island relies on the life within the roots, the air, the animals, you know, all that shit. you break this cave the entire island goes down with it. you and your crew would never make it out alive.”

he swallowed. he wasn’t sure if you could be trusted. shapeshifters were known to be tricksters, always up to no good. what if you were playing with him and he could’ve saved precious time taking the hourglass instead of talking to you? after meeting your impatient eyes, he finally decided to play it safe.

“what do you want in return?” “get me off this island,” you replied instantly. the lack of hesitation in your voice made yunho believe you’ve had thought about this for a long, long time. he sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth. the crew couldn’t just find an extra person for charity. they were already rationing their supplies amongst themselves, adding another person might as well be a goodbye to their albeit uncomfortable but familiar living.

“take me with you or no hourglass. your choice,” you crossed your arms, tone firm. yunho swallowed again, putting his cutlass away and rubbing a hand on his face, “you’ll have to talk to the captain.” “fine, then take me to him.” “you can’t just-” yunho wanted to scream. despite being a pirate since birth, he’d never experienced a situation like this, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

“you know what? fine, let’s go find him,” yunho pursed his lips. he knew for a fact hongjoong would never agree, but how else were they supposed to get the hourglass? it wasn’t like they could just bow their heads and march back onto the ship and off.

reminding himself of the crudely drawn map in their meeting room, yunho walked for what felt like hours with the intensity of your glare burning the back of his head. he thought he could drop onto his knees and thank the heavens the second he saw the familiar back of hongjoong.

hongjoong darted up at the sound of foreign footsteps, swinging his pistol at your face out of instinct. “she wants to speak to you,” yunho deadpanned, annoyed at the situation he was currently in. hongjoong lowered his pistol slightly, aiming at your chest now, “what do you want?” “i’ll talk when you get this pistol out of my face,” you frowned.

“i’m the one with the upper hand here, you really shouldn’t be making demands.” “considering i’m one of the remaining residents of this island who knows what you’re looking for and how to get it without dying, i don’t think you are.” hongjoong made a face, “and how do i know you’re telling the truth?” “you pirates. always so nervous about everything you see,” you paused, “i want to get off this island, you can help with that, and in return i’ll give you the hourglass.”

yunho looked for a reaction from hongjoong. when he was met with none, yunho was almost disappointed over the fact that his captain was considering his answer. “okay then,” hongjoong put his pistol away, “lead the way.” yunho felt his cheeks flushing at your cheeky smile. sure, he disliked you and your cocky attitude, but he wasn’t blind. anyone could tell you were gorgeous.

“i told you guys one of you was going to get into some shit. now look who’s cleaning it up?”

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it took a while for the entire crew to be gathered in the tiny cave the cromer rested in, all squished together to get a look at the hourglass while poor mingi stood on his tiptoes at the mouth of the cave. yunho watched in awe as you lifted your hands up, determined to keep his eyes open, only to be slapped with another aggressive gust of wind blowing in his face again.

he blinked cautiously, not realising his eyes had shut involuntarily. yunho vaguely felt his breath hitching at the infamous hourglass held in your hands. the gentle glow of each individual grain amongst the heaps of sand shimmered, tugging on his attention, while contrasting with the simple and plain metal supporting the phials.

“so?” you shifted your weight, waiting for something to happen.

and something happened indeed.

one look from hongjoong was all the crew needed as san shoved you to the ground, with seonghwa snatching the cromer from your grip and tossing it to jongho, the rest sprinting back to their ship. yunho followed his crewmates swiftly, but not before throwing his head back and yelling a quick “sorry!”

in his defense, he was sorry. just not sorry enough to feel guilty about it.

he nearly crashed straight into wooyoung’s back as he skidded to a sudden halt, confused as to why they stopped. sitting on the edge of the ship, legs swinging with an unamused expression, was you. but how…

“you really think you can outrun a doe? how self-centered.” hongjoong stared right back at you, irritated, “you can’t come with us.” “then i’ll take that back.” “i’d like to see you try,” he retorted, pistol now in hand again, “you can outrun me but can you outrun a bullet aiming straight for your head?” you huffed, “i’m not asking you to adopt me or anything, i just need you to drop me off at the nearest island.”

“bullshit. you’re saying you want to go from one island to another?” jongho scoffed from beside wooyoung. “i can’t leave this place without company. please just-” you sighed, and yunho could tell you felt defeated, “please just take me with you.” if he didn’t feel guilty enough, he definitely felt bad now. “cap, maybe we should take her.”

hongjoong gave him an odd look, clearly bewildered, “you were the one who insisted on leaving her.” “yeah well, i kinda feel bad for her now. she’ll stay with us for a few days maximum then we’ll just drop her off somewhere,” yunho briefly glanced at you, lowering his voice now, “i mean, maybe she really can’t leave. what, are we just going to dump her here?”

“i say we make her a deal,” yeosang chimed in, “she can live with us until we locate a nearby island, but if we arrive and it ends up being a bad one, she can’t argue and climb back aboard.” hongjoong nodded approvingly, “yeah, that sounds good.”

yunho watched as your face lit up when he repeated their deal to you. he silently swore to himself to always bring happiness to you during your stay if it meant he could catch a glimpse of your endearing smile again.

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yunho had volunteered to wrap up the cut on your arm you earned from san’s shove, despite seonghwa usually being the one to tend to the crew’s injuries. he led you down the stairs and to the medical room (which, really, was just their meeting room with a medical kit placed on the table), kicking away scraps of used bandages to the corner, praying you didn’t see them.

as he sat you down opposite him and began prepping the bandages, he began to wonder about you. where were your parents? how did you manage to come onto the island? why did you not have friends? what-

“you look like you have questions.” his gaze snapped up from your arm to your eyes, “no i- well, yeah, kind of.” you laughed lightly, “it’s okay, i get it. i’d be confused too.” yunho hoped you took the redness tainting his cheeks as embarrassment from being caught rather than his giddiness from your laugh. he motioned for you as he got started on wrapping your arm.

“i used to live on a different island, where my parents were. i met this guy, chan, and after being friends with him for a year or so, he offered to take me on a trip with his seven friends. i agreed. i honestly don’t know why i did. it was a spur of the moment thing. i followed him to the docks, where his ship was. turns out he’s a pirate and he’s the captain, much like your crew, actually.

“they said they wanted to go find some ‘treasures’, i just assumed they were joking around. they said they wanted to find an hourglass, i think one of the crew, hyunbin or whatever, said it belonged to his father. i remembered having heard some legends about it, and offered to lead the way. we searched for months, and finally found it on this island.

“when we arrived, they began arguing over who got to have it; they all had a different timeline in mind. someone wanted to go find their dead parents, someone wanted to rescue their girlfriend, it was- it was a lot,” you closed your eyes, throwing your head back, “we weren’t even from this timeline, for fuck’s sake! they fucked with the cromer as soon as they got their grubby hands on it, knowing damn well it was a full moon! i don’t even know what happened, to be honest, either that, or i can’t remember. it doesn’t matter. i don’t want to anyway.

“i think it’s something to do with the stupid hourglass. my theory is it passes down ownership to whomever it deems worthy to hold it, eliminating the past owners. that’s how i ended up alone. i tell myself they each left one by one, but it still bothers me how cursed magic like that exists. i don’t know, the whole thing’s really messed up. i guess being the holder gives you power to hide or expose it to others, because, well, as you saw, i could play around with its surroundings.” yunho hummed, taking in all the information.

he tightened the knot on your bandage, breathing out through his nose and rocking on his chair, “well, now that i know a lot about you, ask me anything you want.” “anything?” you lifted your head up again, eyes wide. yunho smiled, “yeah.” you leaned forward, head resting against your palms, “how are you so cute?”

yunho began spluttering, rocking a bit too far back on his chair, nearly falling over until you grabbed his hand, laughing at his reaction. as soon as he steadied himself, he yanked his hand away, feeling like his entire skin was on fire. you had a proud grin on your face, “i’m playing with you. though, really, you are cute.” he was genuinely convinced right then and there that you were the human form of heaven itself with the way his heart was palpitating.

the only dilemma yunho was having with himself was the fact that you couldn’t stay with them.

he liked to think that you shared the same thought as him.

≡☆

somehow, hours later, yunho found himself next to you on the beach, admiring the sunset from afar. “i haven’t had company in ages,” you commented, “it’s nice. especially since it’s you.” yunho had really wanted to kick his feet and giggle over your bold words, but he opted for a light chuckle.

“do you ever miss your old timeline? or dimension, or however you say it,” he regretted his words instantly at the sad look on your face. “all the time. i had a boyfriend, you know? he tried to stop me from going. i ignored him out of spite because of the amount of arguments we got into before i left. they were mostly to do with chan, he never trusted him, and neither should i have.”

yunho ignored the new, strange sense of jealousy he was feeling, and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “you wouldn’t have known.” you only gave a weak smile in response. “so tell me about your boyfriend.” you stiffened up slightly before relaxing again. if yunho wasn’t staring at you, he would’ve missed it entirely.

“well, he was the sweetest guy i’ve ever met. people compared him to a puppy all the time because of his energy,” you hesitated, “he had dyed blond-ish hair, a cute smile, a great sense of humour. he was tall, and was really popular. he always knew just how to cheer me up when i was down. he was considerate, caring, kind, he was everything.” yunho felt himself slowly getting upset. how could he ever compare to him? he sounded perfect.

“jealous?” you teased, nudging him. “not at all,” yunho rolled his eyes, playing with his compass again. he watched your eyes lower onto the very object, a soft look in them. “of course you still have it,” you murmured. “what?” yunho furrowed his brows. had he heard correctly? “it’s nothing.”

≡☆

nighttime rolled around and eventually all of them gathered around; yunho had found himself subconsciously scooting closer to you, landing himself a knowing look from mingi.

while your eyes connected with the flames yeosang started minutes ago, yunho couldn’t help but admire every inch of your carefully sculpted face. it was funny, wasn’t it? how he, at first, hated your overconfident demeanour, your demanding character, your addictive voice, your adorable laugh… huh. maybe he’d never hated you.

“so are you guys going to hide it now that you have to wait to use it?” you tilted your head curiously, and yunho wanted to choke a fistful of sand down his throat to contain the squeals that were threatening to bubble up with how absolutely beautiful you were. he shrugged, “most likely.” “the full moon’s in three days. where would you hiding it for three days?” “up san’s ass,” wooyoung laughed, before getting smacked by san.

yunho couldn’t bring himself to laugh at wooyoung’s immature joke. not when he now knew that he never had a chance with you to begin with.

but hearing your contagious laughter made him think of how lucky he was to have met you at all.

≡☆

“i know you, yunho, and i know you like her-” “like is an exaggeration.” seonghwa rolled his eyes, “just listen to me. she’s not going to be staying with us for long, and if you keep giving yourself a chance to get to know her, you’ll end up getting heartbroken.” “but isn’t that the point? maybe, when we use the cromer and get to a different dimension, maybe we can be together there…” he trailed off at how ridiculous he sounded. “that’s not how it works, and you know it,” seonghwa’s tone was now stern, almost to the point of telling yunho off.

“she clearly likes me too, can’t we at least enjoy the little amount of time we have together?” mingi tossed an arm around yunho from behind, “i say go for it.” “of course you’d say that,” seonghwa tsked, before continuing, “i’m asking you, as part of your crew, and your friend, to think this through.” “i am thinking this through!” yunho insisted, “i’d rather go through a heavy heartbreak than leave her with a bunch of ‘what if’s. i really do like her, seong-”

“no, you’re thinking this with your plan of finding her in a different timeline. yunho, you can’t do that. do you know how risky that is? ignoring the fact how we’ve only known her for a day too!” “of course i know,” he hissed, “but i don’t care how risky it is. i’m doing it.” “love at first sight, some might say,” mingi patted yunho’s shoulder. “oh, don’t get him started on love now,” seonghwa groaned. “love is a stretch, but i definitely find her interesting enough to want to be with her.” “just say you like her, yunho. everyone and their mothers can hear your giggles at night in your room,” hongjoong teased.

yunho’s face flushed, “i don’t giggle!” with that, he left the tiny crowd and stormed off to the meeting room. to his surprise, you were sitting at his regular seat, examining his compass. he left it there?

“so you want to be with me?” you raised an eyebrow, running a thumb over the quote the same way yunho does. “what- no?” yunho scoffed, taking a seat beside you. “i heard you guys. you get loud when you’re defensive. it’s okay, it’s cute.” yunho was at a loss for words. grasping for straws to change the topic, he gestured to the compass, “why did you say something like ‘i still have it’?”

you grew silent, and yunho thought you hadn’t heard him. he was about to repeat his question when you opened your mouth to answer, “i knew you, jeong yunho.” he flinched at the full name coming out of your mouth, “how…” “in my timeline. i knew you.”

you had the same stiff posture as you did on the beach, and yunho recalled what you were talking about during that time, “your boyfriend…” “yeah.” suddenly it all made sense. the dyed blond hair, the puppy personality, tall… yunho had heard every single one of them.

“we were together?” his voice was barely above a whisper. you nodded sadly, a bittersweet smile plastered, “i never got to say sorry for not believing you.” “well, at least i got an apology now,” he wrapped his hand around yours, the compass in between your interlocked fingers, and the cromer, your chance of a new happily ever after, placed on the table just centimetres away.

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Batman Rogues' Cars: My headcanons (with pictures)

Riddler:

My headcanon is that he doesn't have a license because he can't pass the driver's test. He is very angry about that. (He still drives though.) He is not the best driver.

Green Ford Capri

License plate: GUESS

Scarecrow:

My headcanon is that he is a good driver, but has a speeding issue. Often goes faster than he should, drives recklessly sometimes, but has never been in a crash that was his fault.

Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser

License plate: CR33PY

Penguin:

Oswald doesn't drive. He has a chauffeur, hence the Rolls Royce (a car that typically has one). The inside is custom built.

Rolls Royce Phantom VIII

License plate: KINGOZ

Catwoman:

Selina is an excellent driver. While normally she doesn't need to make a quick getaway due to the fact that she doesn't set off alarms, she is able to drive quickly should she need to.

Dodge Challenger Hellcat

License plate: HISS

Joker:

He doesn't use this car for anything dangerous. This is more of his getting around town vehicle for when he wants to show off. The back is covered in bumper stickers, one being "my other ride is the batmobile" another is, "Arkham Patient, Gotham Impatient." and another being "is there life after death? Touch my car to find out!". Another one reads, "I've got a perfect body. It's in the trunk and it's beginning to smell." He is collecting them like pokemon cards. There are many others, but those are his favorites.

Chevrolet Bel-Air

License plate: HAHAHA

Bane:

Saw the batmobile and wanted one for himself. Bought the next best thing that money could buy. Armored car with pepper spray, night vision, smoke screen, electrified handles, reinforced suspension and more. When other rogues see this car, most of them pick one up for themselves to give them a fighting chance against the Bat.

Rezvani Vengeance

License plate: BIG GUY (he wanted 'UUUU' as in 'For You' but it was taken)

let me know if I should make a part two! i had fun :)

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Fifteen

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Sword-Fighting for the Chest

Summary: (Y/N), Jack, Will, Elizabeth, and Norrington duel, and as Davy Jones's pirates arrive, it becomes a free-for-all.

            Elizabeth jumped back to avoid the swing of blades as the duel between Jack, Will, (Y/N), and Norrington began. There were no sides, everything was fighting for themselves. That being said, (Y/N) was clearly fighting Norrington, and Will and Jack weren’t fighting (Y/N). Everything else was a mess of random swords clashing.

            Will had the chest, and Jack stole the key as they engaged in their dance, causing the fight to move towards the trees of the island. Will got kicked down, and the chest fell. Elizabeth pulled him to his feet, and he pushed her towards the chest.

            “Guard the chest!” he said.

            “No!” said Elizabeth, indignant. She tried to run after the dueling group, but, without a sword herself, she was left out of the fighting. “This is barbaric! This is no way for people to behave! Oh, fine! Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other. That will solve everything. I’ve had it!”

            (Y/N) ducked under Norrington’s sword and swung at him. He parried and forced them back. The sword nicked their sleeve. Instantly, Jack and Will grabbed (Y/N) by the arms and pushed them back to attack Norrington. (Y/N) stumbled, huffed at being shoved, and held their sword tighter.

            They frowned and faced Elizabeth. Behind her, Ragetti and Pintel grabbed the chest and ran.

            “Hey!” shouted (Y/N), sprinting after them. Elizabeth turned, spotted the pair, and scrambled to her feet.

            The men were too busy with their own fight to follow. They were still dueling over the key. Then they’d go after the chest.

            (Y/N) and Elizabeth sprinted after Ragetti and Pintel, who disappeared into the forest.

            “We got it! We got it! We got it!” cheered Ragetti and Pintel.

            Elizabeth ran up in front, and Ragetti and Pintel stopped. She smirked and reached for her sword. She frowned. Her face fell. She still didn’t have it. Ragetti and Pintel grinned, dropped the chest, and raised their swords. Elizabeth backed away.

            “Oof!” Ragetti fell forward.

            Pintel turned and had to swiftly parry a swing from (Y/N). They ducked, spun, and shoved him down. Pintel and Ragetti scrambled up, but a rumble caught their attention. They watched as a broken water wheel rolled down a hill.  Norrington and Will were dueling on top, and Jack was running behind it.

            What the…? (Y/N) was amazed.

            The moment quickly ended as Pintel and Ragetti looked back at Elizabeth and (Y/N). And only (Y/N) had a cutlass.

            Thunck!

            An axe hit the tree next to their head. All four whirled and saw a crowd of Davy Jones’s men running towards them. Pintel and Ragetti shoved their swords into Elizabeth’s hands, grabbed the chest, and bolted. (Y/N) braced, but Elizabeth grabbed them and hauled them after her. Better to run than to try to fight all of those men at once.

            “Come on, run!” shouted Elizabeth.

            All four ran as fast as their leg could carry them while the ghastly crew of the Flying Dutchman pursued them with shouts and yells. Ragetti and Pintel ran into a tree, dropping the chest (like idiots), and the group paused. A pirate attacked, and Elizabeth parried. (Y/N) swung. The fight was on for them as well.

            Ragetti and Pintel recovered a sword and began to fight beside Elizabeth and (Y/N). She had her swords and cut down several men. (Y/N) dodged the swings of various pirates and cut through them. Unfortunately, the creature-like crew members didn’t operate under regular physics and kept fighting until (Y/N) made sure they didn’t have the legs to move. In another bit of bad luck, Elizabeth, Ragetti, and Pintel had to keep juggling the two swords hteyhad between the three of them. In yet a third piece of unfortunate news, they were all so busy that a member of the crew stole the chest and ran off.

            “The chest!” shouted (Y/N), noticing its disappearance.

            They charged after the pirate that had run off, and by the time they arrived at the chest. Ragetti and Pintel ran ahead while Elizabeth and (Y/N) had to stop to fend off the Dutchman crew. They scooped up the chest that had fallen to the ground, and four kept racing away from the crewmates.

            The group ran until they reached the beach, still trading blows with the pirates while Pintel and Ragetti carried the chest. Elizabeth sloshed through the water, cursing the sand and shallows. (Y/N) fought as energetically as ever in the water. It didn’t hinder them, and they glided through it with ease, spinning and parrying and slashing unencumbered.

            Elizabeth and (Y/N) jumped back as all but two of their remaining opponents were mowed down by the water wheel, rolling as fast as ever with Will and Norrington within. Finally, in the water, it slowed and fell over.

            Once again, the pause of astonishment lasted only a moment as Jones’s men got to their feet and approached once more. (Y/N) stabbed through the one facing them, ripped upwards to tear off his arm, and spun to face another. They kicked him back, ducked under his arm, and cut a leg off. He collapsed into the water, but he grabbed (Y/N)’s ankle. They fell into the shallow water, and another pirate grabbed them while a third approached with a sword.

            (Y/N)’s heart thumped, and they twisted violently, but the grips were too strong.

            “Let go of me!” they shouted.

            Will, Jack, and Elizabeth’s heads all snapped towards the shout, and they stumbled towards (Y/N), but they were too far away.

            (Y/N) twisted as a pirate stabbed, and a violent sting spread up their arm. Blood dripped into the seawater.

            “(Y/N)!” cried Elizabeth.

            “No!” shouted Will.

            Jack pushed forward from the rowboat, leaving it behind to storm towards the pirates holding (Y/N).

            The moment their blood hit the water and the pain hit their senses, (Y/N) let out an angry shout, twisted, and hit the water themselves. Their head submerged, and all of their agony flowed outwards. (Y/N) sprang up from the water, moving with agility and strength that shouldn’t be possible, and stabbed through a pirate’s head. Midair, (Y/N) twisted, wrenched their sword from his head, and sliced another one’s off. The final pirate backed off as (Y/N) landed in the water. But it was too late for him, and (Y/N) jumped at him. The water moved with them, swelling in a slight crest as they sliced through him and landed again.

            Everyone stared. That was…That was not human. No way in hell could a normal person move like that, yet (Y/N) had.

            “That child has something wild within them.”

            Tia Dalma’s words felt heavy in Jack’s mind.

            (Y/N) panted as they stared at the water. Then, they pivoted and ran towards Will, Jack, and Elizabeth. Jack met them halfway, grabbed them, and pulled them with him. He glanced at their arm, and he furrowed his brow. The cut on their arm had already stopped bleeding.

            “(Y/N),” said Elizabeth in relief, pushing them behind her.

            More pirates were coming. Seeing they were alright, Will turned back to the rowboat to grab the chest. Jack “coincidentally” picked up an oar. He turned and it “accidentally” knocked Will flat out (not that anyone saw. They thought it was an unfortunate hit from a pirate).

            “Will!” said (Y/N) upon seeing him. They tried to move towards him, but Elizabeth held them still, and Jack stepped out.

            “Leave him lie! Unless you plan on using him to hit something with,” said Jack.

            “We’re not getting out of this,” said Norrington as the pirates approached.

            “Not with chest,” said Elizabeth.

            “Into the boat,” said Norrington, pushing Elizabeth towards it.

            “You’re mad,” said Elizabeth.

            “Don’t wait for me,” said Norrington.

            He grabbed the chest and ran off across the beach, leaving the group behind. The pirates instantly tailed him. Jack, Will, (Y/N), and Elizabeth were left alone beside the rowboat. Pintel and Ragetti straggled up to them.

            “I say we respect his final wish!” said Pintel.

            “Aye!” agreed Ragetti.

            Elizabeth stared at Norrington as he disappeared. “He sacrificed himself.”

            “Yes, yes, how gallant, come on!” said Jack, getting into the rowboat.

            He pulled (Y/N) with him, and Elizabeth followed after Pintel and Ragetti. Together, they rowed as fast as possible to the Pearl and clambered abord. Elizabeth hauled Will up and lay him down, worrying over him while everyone else ran around to get ready to sail.

            Finally, Will’s eyes opened. Elizabeth smiled at him.

            “What happened to the chest?” said Will, alarmed as he gained his senses.

            “Norrington took it to draw them off,” said Elizabeth.

            “Where’s the commodore?” asked Gibbs as (Y/N) helped secure supplies and Jack walked around with his jar of dirt.

            “Fell behind,” said Jack.

            “My prayers be with him.” Gibbs cleared his throat. “Well, best not wallow in our grief. The bright side is you’re back and made it off free and clear.”

            “Don’t jinx—”

            (Y/N)’s words were broken by a loud splash. The Flying Dutchman soared out from beneath the waves, crashing onto the surface of the sea with ease. Everyone stared at the ship, ragged yet powerful, as it bobbed in the waves next to them, close enough to touch.

            “—us,” finished (Y/N), holding onto the edge of the ship. Davy Jones stood across from them.

            “I’ll handle this, mate,” said Jack, holding his jar of dirt and sauntering forward. He lifted the jar above his head. “Oi, fishface!”

            How diplomatic, thought (Y/N) sarcastically.

            “Lose something, eh?” taunted Jack, swaggering across the deck.

            He promptly tripped and tumbled down the stairs to the deck. Everyone groaned, and (Y/N) winced.

            Jack lifted the jar above his head. “Got it!” He struggled to his feet. (Y/N) walked down the stairs while Jack grinned. “Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git? Look what I got.” He began to sign as everyone stared at him like he was insane (which was probable). “I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt! And guess what’s inside it?”

            “Enough,” hissed Jones.

            The portholes for the cannons opened and aimed at the Pearl. Everyone backed away.

            “Hard to starboard,” said Jack.

            “Hard to starboard!” shouted (Y/N).

            “Brace up the foreyard!” said Will.

            Elizabeth moved to grab the ropes, and Gibbs spun the wheel as much as he could. (Y/N) turned to help everyone, and the waves pushed the Pearl to starboard. The Dutchman was quick to pursue. The cannons started firing, and the booms shattered the shouts of the Pearl’s crew as they worked.

            “She’s on us! She’s on us!” shouted Pintel. The back of the captain’s cabin had been broken through, revealing the ship on their tail.

            And the Dutchman hadn’t stopped firing. It had cannons fitting into its front and fired for all they were worth.

            Come on, come on, thought (Y/N). Their hand skimmed over the railing of the ship, and the itch beneath their skin from their encounter with Tia Dalma worsened. The waves churned and pushed the Pearl forward.

            “She’s falling behind!” said Elizabeth.

            “Aye. We’ve got her!” said Gibbs.

            “We’re the faster?” said Will, amazed.

            “Against the wind, the Dutchman beats us. But with the wind—”

            “We rob her of her advantage,” said Will.

            “Aye,” said Gibbs.

            “We did it,” said Elizabeth, grinning.

            “They’re giving up!” shouted Marty, looking back from the ladders up to the crow’s nest.

            Cheers went up through the crew, and (Y/N) smiled.

            Then the wind shifted, and the water beating against the Pearl seemed to…adjust. The direction felt like it was disturbed, changed by something within the water. Now, (Y/N) shouldn’t be able to know that, but they felt it in their bones. Additionally, just as when they’d sat in the cell on Port Royal, they tasted the salty breeze mixed with something new. Something distasteful. (Y/N)’s smile dropped to a frown.

            “Something’s wrong,” said (Y/N).

            Jack, Will, and Elizabeth looked at them.

            “We escaped,” said Elizabeth.

            “And we have the means to negotiate,” said Jack, eagerly holding his jar of dirt.

            “We should turn and fight to free my father,” snapped Will.

            “Again, negotiating would be more fun,” said Jack brightly. “All one needs is the proper leverage.” He put the jar down on a railing and patted it.

            “I said something is wrong!” snapped (Y/N), a sudden wave of irritation welling up in them. “There’s something wrong with the water.”

            “The water?” said Elizabeth, furrowing her brow. She had seen (Y/N) move in the water—or the way it moved with them, but this was something new. This was the instinct that (Y/N) shouldn’t have but they did, and it went beyond natural.

            “What do you mean?” said Will, frowning.

            “I mean it feels…wrong. It’s not moving right. The sea air doesn’t taste right, something’s there that shouldn’t be,” said (Y/N), pacing with restless frustration.

            Jack furrowed his brow and considered them.

            “That child has something wild within them. One day, it will break free.”

            Jack had seen them fight in the shallows minutes ago, watched them move with the water as if they were one, and was now watching them try to explain how they felt the water. Whatever Tia Dalma was warning him of, the wildness within (Y/N) was breaking free.

            “(Y/N), that doesn’t make any sense—”

            Thump!

            The Pearl rocked violently. The entire crew was thrown to the side. The jar of dirt tipped from the rail and smashed on the ground. (Y/N) jerked and steadied themself before falling. Jack scrambled to his feet and ran down the stairs to the pile of dirt on his deck. He searched through it, but there was nothing but dirt.

            “Where is it?” he muttered. “Where is the thump-thump?”

            “What happened?” said Elizabeth to a crew member.

            “We must have hit a reef,” said a pirate.

            A low growled rumbled around the ship, and Will’s eyes widened. (Y/N) felt the water swirl around them. Whatever they had sensed was there.

            “No,” breathed Will. “It’s not a reef! Get away from the rail!” He pulled Elizabeth and (Y/N) back.

            “What is it?” questioned Elizabeth.

            “The kraken,” said Will.

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[shadow-coolness]

Lor: This is a parody, official release, support DC Comics!

[Cut to a space ship landing near a farmer's home]

Farmer: You're an alien!

Halk: I'm an alien.

Batman: Am I an alien?

Halk: doubtful. Where's my brother?

Batman: I don't know.

Halk: Then you're useless to me! [flies away]

[Super Souls!]

[cut to Clark and friends on the beach]

Clark: I have a kid!

Jon: I'm socially awkward.

Jimmy: He's adorable!

[Jimmy gets bitched m through the Kent House and the owned counter goes off the scale]

Halk: I'm here for my brother!

Clark: Am I your brother?

Halk: Yes!

[Shookness ensues]

Halk: I'm taking your son.

Clark: No, you're not! [gets Kneed] Ah, he took my son!

Batman: I'm here to help you.

Clark: Aren't we enemies?

Batman: Nobody read Pre-Crisis. Let's go!

Clark: Are you insane?

Batman suddenly in a straightjacket: Hells yeah!

[they catch up with Halk]

Clark: Gimme back my son!

*Unzipping noises*

Clark: Gross.

Booster Gold: HA HA!

[one battle later Clark has Halk in a full-nelson]

Clark: Batman! Get him!

Batman: Convenient Kryptonite Spear!!

[the spear pierces the brothers]

Announcer: DOUBLE KILL!

Clark: And now I am the dead bleh.

Jimmy: Oh, no! Clark’s dead!

Lor [through the transmitter]: Hey, Non, let's go to Earth.

Non [through the transmitter]: Ballin'.

Jimmy: Oh, no! More Kyrptonians!

Batman: I'm taking Jon! [flies off with Jon]

[cut to Wild Cat]

WC: Hi, maggots. I'm training you. I'm old and overly violent, but I'll never say it flat-out.... BA!

Jimmy: AH!

[cut to Batman teaching Jon]

Batman: DODGE! [kicks Jon]

[cut to Clark in the afterlife]

Cutlass: YARRRG!

Clark: Who are you?

Spectre: Im the Spectre. You now know the KryptoKen and the Solar Bomb. Fuck off, Shut up Cutlass.

[cut to Batman and Jon]

Batman: 12 months have passed! Let's go fight Kryptonians!

Jimmy: Oh, God, it's the Kryptonians!

Lor: Hi.

Jimmy: Ambush's here!

[explosion]

Jimmy: Ambush’s dead!

Lor: Non, get 'em!

Non: I am hilarious and you will quote EVERYTHING I say.

Jimmy: Steel, get 'em!

Steel: I am the only serious character in this comic. That is the joke.

[everyone except Jimmy and Jon get wrecked]

Jimmy: Oh, God! Everyone's dead!

Non: Hilariously derailing one-liner.

Superman: Supe's here!

Jimmy: Clarks here!

Lor: It's over nine thousaaa---

Non: AHHHH--

Lor: aaaaaaa-----

Non: AHHHH---

Lor: aaaaaaaa--

Non: AAAHHH---

*They continue screaming until Lor kills Non*

Non: LOR, WHY!?

Lor: Because I'm a lizard!

[Lor transforms into a giant lizard monster]

Clark: Kyrpto-Ken!

Lor: Kyrpto wha-?

[gets his tail cut off and reverts back to normal]

Lor: Oh, no! I'm not a lizard! OH, NO! The kid's a lizard! FLAMEBIRD FINISH!

Jimmy: The FUCK?!

[Lor cuts off Jons tail]

Lor: Yay! [the giant lizard body of Jon falls on him] No!

[Lor gets crushed]

Lor: ...Leaving now. [takes off in a space ship]

Superman: And we'll never see him again!

Lor [in space]: They'll see me in the next issue.

[Ghost Non pops up]

Ghost Non: And I'M a ghost.... Or AM I?

[SUPER SOOOOOOOOOO-]

[Cut to Peter Parker who was reading this]

Peter: .... This has HOW MANY readers?

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and A Basket Case: Eddie Munson X Hispanic!Fem!Reader

Chapter 6: Wonderful Tonight

Do we need just a brainless little bit of fluff? I think we do. Also we need some more of my autistic rambling about music.

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Ditching first period was comically easy, and you had to admit that Stoned Eddie was a goddamn genius.

You liked plans. Loved knowing that there was a clear and concise sequential progression of events that unfolded according to your control. Eddie’s plan was infallible: show up for homeroom to create confusion in the school attendance records, fake sick in the middle of first period, then hide out in a bathroom stall until the hall monitors were at the other end of the building. You knew not one soul in the school except for Eddie — and frankly, nobody cared to notice a misfit like you — so it was almost laughable how easy it was to fall through the cracks.

Everything went according to plan. Mr. Leigh-Manuel in first period AP English seemed to accept your excuse without question. All you had to whisper was “period cramps” and you were hand waved out of the room with a pass.

Eddie said he would come get you before first period ended. He was going to take you on your first real date. Pick you up, take you out to eat, see where things went from there.

That was the plan.

You loved the plan.

But when you snuck out of the bathroom and left for the student lot the first time, the plan deviated. The van did not pull up to the drop off lane on schedule.

That was okay. You went back inside, hid in the bathroom, and went back out to check.

No Gaucho.

The conversation with Chrissy happened, and you decided to leave the bathroom amidst the throng of students making their way to second period. Your stomach was currently in knots. Gurgling and aching as you ducked out of view from the acne riddled hall monitor peeking her auburn curled head out of the school’s double doors. Before she caught sight of your blue Jansport, you managed to dodge between a black RX-7 and a golden Oldsmobile Cutlass, clinging to the fender when you squatted down so you didn’t fall on your ass.

Shaking in your Chucks, you looked frantically out towards Cherry Street for the familiar dirty white stripe on the green of Eddie’s beat up old Gaucho.

Twenty minutes passed. Then thirty… until you were about a quarter to ten and he still hadn’t shown his face.

You wanted to throw up. The nagging feeling that Eddie had forgotten your arrangement made bile sit in the back of your throat. While still in the awkward phase of no clear relationship labels, every misstep made you frightened that this charming man had already begun to lose interest.

You were about to start kicking fenders in the lot when you heard the familiar sound of Ozzy Osborne’s “All Aboard!” followed by unhinged, demonic laughter intermingling with the sound of tires squealing against asphalt. Your head snapped towards the sound- a large grin forming on your face- and Eddie’s Gaucho swerved into the student parking lot, hitting the curb hard and nearly taking out the yellow school traffic sign.

The Gaucho sped in at an angle, double parking at the far end of the lot, the driver stumbling out and running a hand through his messy curls as his head whipped around, looking for you. Eddie looked particularly frazzled, in all his disheveled, just-tumbled-out-of-bed-and-threw-on-a-band-shirt glory. His eyes were rimmed red like a demon, and the blue of his uneven five o’clock shadow evident around his mouth. Ringed fingers scrambled to smooth out the rumples in his worn denim battle vest.

If you were honest, it looked like he’d slept in the clothes he was wearing from yesterday. Probably slept in after splitting that fatty with you at the lake, returning home and passing out on the mattress with his Reeboks still on. Had Jamie and your mom not been so goddamned nosy, you would have done the same.

But you did not give a damn how he looked. It was Eddie, goddammit. Eddie had shown up! He was looking for you. It was almost pathetic how down bad you were for this man: he could have shown up in a Great Depression Era flour sack dress, and you’d be over the moon.

You whistled, and he immediately made a beeline for the Cutlass you were hiding behind.

"I am so fucking sorry I’m late, sweetheart…!" he wheezed, straining to breathe from short distance sprinting on smoker’s lungs, “Ugh…! Fuck! Slept through my goddamn alarm because I greened out when I got home..."

“Eddie!”

You couldn’t help yourself. You launched yourself into his arms and hugged him tightly with your arms wrapped around his chest. He made a strained “ooft” as he caught you, before immediately gripping you back tightly and burying his face in your neck.

"I'm so, so, so sorry if I made you worry.” He murmured, “I didn't forget you… I promise."

“I thought you did forget.” You said honestly, “I had to hide out in the bathroom all of first period.”

Eddie made a pitiful noise, rubbing his large hand along your back through your Carhartt jacket.

"My poor sweetheart." He cooed, pulling a face complete with a pouty lip, "I could never forget you. I’m so sorry, this was super shitty of me. It will never happen again. Never.”

You nodded, a soft hum escaping as you looked up shyly at him.

He gave you the once over. From the way his eyes raked over your form and his tongue flicked over his dry lips, he must have thought you looked particularly sweet today.

You wore the same quilted Carhartt jacket with the trucking logo and kitschy alien pins and patches – sweating in it from the humidity – over top an ivory button down with a Peter Pan collar, and a black pleated skirt that went past your knees. A little gold plated heart locket hung around your neck.

You had at least tried to put special effort into your appearance, even if you admittedly looked a little plain in comparison to the fashion statements others could afford for a first date. While it wasn’t the white jeans and pastel pump and polo combo, you felt that you could at least pass for presentable at a diner date outside of Hawkins.

Eddie smiled, clearly flattered by the extra effort. He brought his hand up to flick the locket around your neck, a Cheshire Cat grin forming and exposing teeth stained slightly by tobacco.

"Hey, what's this?" He asked, his fingertips brushing against the gold plating, "You look extra pretty today. Not that you're not always pretty."

“I wanted to wear something special for you.” You said shyly, “Um… I found this shirt in the back of my closet, and I wore my locket… oh! Open it. There’s a fun surprise in there…”

Eddie's smile widened when you mentioned opening the locket. A little clumsy at first, he leaned in and gently clicked it open, curious to see what surprise lay within. You giggled, covering your mouth as you waited to see Eddie’s reaction.

At first he gasped out loud, looked down at the picture with a mixture of surprise and delight, then he began to cackle.

"Jesus H. Christ, you dork!”

Inside the locket was a glossy, tiny magazine clipping of Eddie the Head, looking back at him with a skeletal grin.

"Is this for me?" He looked back up at you, shaking the hair out of his eyes and smiling.

You snickered and nodded, shifting side to side on the edges of your Chucks.

“I usually keep a picture of Kyle MacLachlan in there,” you said, “But I found a magazine clipping of Iron Maiden’s Eddie and I thought it was more appropriate to put in because, well, I’m going on a date with an Eddie. Um… If I had a picture of you, I would have put you in there, but I don’t, so...”

His chuckles subsided, his wide grin showing off beautiful dimples and flushed pink cheeks.

“Well, we’ll just have to remedy that sometime. Maybe I’ll lurk around the yearbook geeks, see if I can’t hunt down a good headshot for you.”

You smiled and began to chew on your lower lip, enjoying the attention and absolutely basking in the fact that he’d come to get you, even if he was late. Any other girl probably would have thrown a tantrum, stomped off, or – god forbid – left him standing there in the lot. They wouldn’t have extended grace to him like you.

Or maybe you were just stupid and desperate… Willing to give anyone a chance, who could tell?

“Hey, don’t bite your lip.”

Eddie gently hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up and tapping your upper lip with a calloused finger.

“None of that.” He said, making a clicking noise with his tongue, “You’re gonna make it bleed… you’re too pretty for bloody lips, sweetheart.”

“Sorry!”

Your response was immediate, releasing your lip from your teeth and groveling.

“I’m sorry… bad habit.” You were trying to justify yourself while at the same time explain, “Kind of my thing when I just don’t know what to do… I’m really sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay.” He replied, “You don’t have to defend yourself. Just go easy on those pretty lips for me. You’ll need them for later.”

You sputtered, giggling nervously and covering your mouth as Eddie rocked you side to side, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders and rubbing your deltoids with his thumbs. Any other day this would have been heaven, just enough that the hottest guy in Hawkins was touching you, you would have stood in the lot with him for hours. But the hall monitors were ruthless half day seniors with gaps in their schedules and chips on their shoulders, lurking around the campus grounds like sharks circling a whale carcass, and you weren’t about to sacrifice a Saturday for detention. Glancing around the parking lot, paranoid as ever, you began tugging at Eddie’s wrists. Eager to get the hell out of Dodge and out of Hawkins, even just for a little bit.

“Um… we should go.” You said quickly, “The hall monitors were like, checking the parking lot every five seconds.”

Eddie groaned when you mentioned the hall monitors. Obviously the last thing he wanted to deal with.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said, blowing a raspberry in the direction of the school building, “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here, we’re burning daylight and I’ve got some serious making up to do.”

That beautiful smile returned to his face when he pulled you along, both of you bobbing and weaving between the cars in a game of chase before he brought you to his double parked van, making sure to open the door with an exaggerated bow.

“You’ve been formerly acquainted with my valiant steed: Big Bertha.” He said in a deep voice, “Your white-… well, uh, green horse for the day. If you please to step this way...”

Of course you giggled.

It was purposefully practiced and precise, unlike the awkward little curtsy you tried to improv that almost made you trip over your own two left feet. Eddie immediately reached out to grab and steady you with a little “oop” leaving his lips, and he helped you into the van with a hand resting on the small of your back, his hands underneath your jacket and everything. You could feel that his fingers were shaking a little, and after he slammed the passenger door a little too hard he made his way around to the driver’s side, climbing in and starting the engine with a sputtering roar.

Every few seconds he glanced over at you as he peeled out of the lot.

“You really do look nice today, sweetheart. Extra special, just for me.”

His compliments made you giddy, curling in on yourself and wriggling around in the seat. You crossed your legs, hands went up to your face to cover your obnoxiously large grin, and you couldn’t help the giddy giggling from bubbling up. The kitschy pins on your jacket clinked against one another as you moved.

You slowly pulled down your hands from your face, your smile unable to be contained as you watched Eddie turn off of Cherry Street onto another road, one that lead the Gaucho through a sad excuse of a downtown area. In comparison to where you’d lived previously, this town of Hawkins was sadly a disappointment. But you still leaned closer to watch it all go by the window as Eddie pulled onto Larabie.

“So there’s like… really nothing in terms of a food scene here, is there?” You asked gently, “We really gotta go this far out of our way?”

“Not a whole hell of a lot in town." Eddie snorted, “Would have taken you to Benny’s if it was still around. Now it’s just an abandoned cesspool overrun by jocks who sneak Pabst and take ketamine.”

So many buildings were shuttered, businesses closed down, and absolutely no one was milling around save for the few old diehards who refused to give up on their small town. Snowy old heads in plaid western snap shirts were parked on benches, while old housewives in floral mumus were milling around the open stores with discount signs. The whole neighborhood looked like it had once been an early sixties zombie apocalypse scene by George A. Romero, if he’d gotten drunk and fired his art director halfway during production.

"It's not exactly New York or Chicago here, that's for sure," Eddie said, his tone a little wistful.

“It’s not even Santa Fe.” You replied.

There was a bustling food scene in the capital of your previous home state. There were so many restaurants to choose from, and you were pissed because at the end of August they would be setting up entire rows of food carts on the plaza while they burned a fifty foot tall puppet. Of course you left right before the best part of the summer, stuck in the Midwest where there wasn’t one fajita vendor or Will Schuster spectacle to be found. You didn’t see it while you were brooding, but Eddie glanced over at you, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noticed your disappointment.

“I think I saw maybe one or two places in town that were like, an actual restaurant.” You said, “There was a real run down bar that had a menu and like, this really fancy looking Italian place.”

He glanced over at you again, a grimace on his face.

"Welcome to the town of Hawkins, Indiana: home of greasy spoons, dive bars, and one fancy Italian joint. Just so you know, I will be your welcome wagon for a lot of disappointments. Expect maybe like… at least twenty more.”

“A la ve, this sucks.” you moaned.

Eddie burst out laughing.

"Hey, it's not all bad," he said, "We have... uh..."

He paused, and it was almost painful to watch the gears in his head turn looking for something positive to say about this piece of shit town.

"We have a video store?" he offered.

“Yeah but you gotta pay for those.” You said, “I’m poor, I rent movies at the library. I gotta wait longer, but shit is free.”

"You cheapskate." he laughed, “But, you’re not wrong. Libraries are a poor man's best friend.”

You both began to laugh.

“So… um… have you always lived here in Hawkins?” You ventured cautiously.

“Mmhmm… Born and raised. Never even been outside of Indiana, actually.” He said.

“Where do you live? I’m out on Cherry Street. Is that near your house?”

Eddie stiffened up in the driver’s seat. His eyes were wide, suddenly alert, and he did that shaking thing that your dogs did whenever your mom yelled at them for digging tampons out of the trash.

“We uh… we live just outside of town.” He said lowly.

“Oh really? Is it nice outside of town? I was just thinking I hadn’t even really asked you much about yourself, so I was just wondering.” You were so busy plucking loose threads out of your skirt, you didn’t notice Eddie’s pallor as you continued to jabber on at him.

“Uh… I guess it’s nice? It’s a little cramped, not the best neighborhood…” he mumbled.

“Oh shit, that sucks. You guys renting bad apartments or something?”

“… kind of, we are renting a lot but he owns the… well… It’s, uh… I… I live in a single wide with my uncle.”

“Oh cool. Is the lot where you rent nice? I bet it’s nice, there’s lots of forest around here. I bet the views are beautiful. I don’t much care for the humidity here but I do like to see the green and the trees everywhere.”

Eddie sucked air through his teeth, then spit as if he’d had a hair caught in his mouth.

“… you’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would.” He finally said after a long, awkward silence.

You blinked, a little confused.

“Huh? How do you mean?”

“It’s a trailer park, sweetheart. Not the Four Seasons. Everyone in Hawkins who hears those magic words automatically thinks ‘burnout’.” He said matter of factly, “I guess… I guess I just thought you’d think the same way.”

It didn’t occur to you that people could think such things. A trailer was a home, wasn’t it? Or were things in Hawkins different…?

“I used to live in a trailer park.” You said softly, almost hurt, “And my parents didn’t even own the trailer. Do you think I’m a burnout?”

“No! Oh god no… I’m just… I’m not used to this whole, like, blind acceptance thing.” He said, taking his hands off the wheel for a split second to gesticulate.

“Oh.”

The van was silent. Eddie scratched the corner of his nose, you began to shake your leg.

“Guess we’re both accustomed to the ‘park’ life then, huh?” He finally said after a while.

“It’s a bit hazy for me. I remember bits and pieces of living there.” You admitted, “But we would always go back and visit every weekend. We lived with my auntie at Desert Bluffs RV Park, out by the highway in her double-wide when I was a baby, and then afterwards we started renting apartments because there wasn’t enough room for all of us.”

“Did your parents not work? How come you couldn’t afford a house?” He asked.

To anyone else it might have sounded rude, but to you it was genuine. Then again everything sounded that way — even the baiting mean questions from people who secretly hated you — and with those you liked, you tried to answer honestly, even if it was embarrassing, because you often couldn’t tell the difference between genuine curiosity or hateful teasing.

“My mom did, she’s a teacher. My dad is the one who stayed home until I went to school because my aunt wanted money for taking care of me and my big brother, and they couldn’t afford a regular sitter.”

Money had always been tight. That was reality. That was the God’s honest truth of being a young family. Your father and mother had met at fifteen, fallen in love, married fresh out of high school, and struggled through life as a new couple with a baby boy for the first seven years of their married life. Your auntie took your parents in, and your dad stayed home to care for Jamie while your mom worked and went to college.

Finally in the fall of ‘65, mom got her teaching license, and things looked better for everyone. Then you came along in ‘67 and suddenly you all found yourselves out of the trailer park. She said it was because she was tired of hearing crying at all hours of the night. When in reality she was pissed off because she was eighteen years your mother’s senior, and her abrasive personality made no allowance for a husband, let alone a family of her own. Tia Cristela also hated weird little girls like you with a passion.

You told Eddie about the apartments you lived in after the RV park. Before buying the house on Cherry Street, your family had never owned a home. You never knew life without a landlord or someone living above, below, or behind you. In the first seventeen years of life you had moved a total of six times. That was how it was. If living got too expensive, you packed up your shit and moved.

“Christ… Six times?!” Eddie complained, “That’s like… absolutely no stability going on there, it must have sucked.”

“Yeah…” you nodded, “I never stayed anywhere very long to make friends, and… You lose a lot of stuff when you move around constantly.”

“Fuck that. No wonder you were so hesitant on moving out to Hawkins.”

This move was further out. Completely out of your comfort zone. Not only would the people be different, but the whole state, the roads, and everything else would be too. Even the food.

“I hate moving. There’s always something that gets lost, so I don’t get to keep a lot. But um, I always kept track of my books. And my cassettes, and my vinyl.” You said fondly, fingering the buttons of your Walkman in your jacket pocket.

Those were the things that stayed consistent. Music was your home. The one safe place where nothing could touch you.

“Vinyl and cassette? You like music?”

He sounded hopeful.

You remembered the day he grabbed you. He said you had great taste in music…

“I do. I love all kinds of music.” You nodded, “Um… I… not just metal but like, all kinds of stuff.”

“Tell me… we’ve got an hour to kill. Someone holds a gun to your head: who’s the band you’re telling them everything about?”

You told him who your favorite was, and then a second later you changed your mind and made him laugh. It was so hard to pick just one band when you enjoyed so many different genres that your answer varied based on mood and day of the week. The conversation deviated from small talk to deeper aspects of music: both of you spending the entire hour long drive delving deep past the superficial and into the more involved aspects. What bands influenced each other, which lyrics evoked images of grandeur in your mind when you paced up and down in your rooms.

Eventually you both got into the musicians themselves: the current topic being who is or was the best guitarist in the world. Eddie had thrown out a few names, metal artists primarily, and you had insisted it was Van Halen who wore that crown. Until you both started going into the semantics of technical style versus genre, types of guitar used, and whether or not they actually used attachments like a whammy bar, or if the artists knew how to read sheet music.

A winner had been decided just as Eddie pulled into the diner’s lot. You both came to the agreement that Eric Clapton of Cream was the superior musician who had both the talent and the icon status, as well as the verisimilitude required of an accomplished musician.

“Okay, I’ll concede to Clapton. But I still want you to at least consider what I said about Tony Iommi.” Eddie told you as you both got out of the car.

“I’ll think about him, but he’s not Clapton, and he’s certainly not doing twelve minute guitar solos like Van Halen did when I saw him live.”

“Oooh! Look at the princess throwing it in my face that she’s been to a live show.” Eddie laughed, wriggling his fingers at you before grabbing you and walking you into the diner by the shoulders, “Okay fine, but new theory: we both are wrong. I feel like we didn’t really give Jimi Hendrix the respect he deserves.”

“We didn’t. You’re the one who got all butthurt because you said the title of ‘Pop Musician of the Year’ in ‘68 disqualified him from the running.” You said, putting out your tongue at him.

“… and I will still stand by that statement.” Eddie said stubbornly, “No Pop icons in this house.”

You stared him down hatefully until the both of you began to laugh, making the hostess cringe and take her sweet time in seating the both of you.

“So it’s decided: Clapton wins this round. Iommi however? Still my personal pick. Right next to Nikki Sixx, but that’s on account of we have the same model guitar.” Eddie laughed, finally noticing the pissed off waitress and leading you with him to the booth.

“Oooh fanboy alert! Fanboy alert!” You said, not caring in the slightest about things like volume control.

“I’m allowed to fanboy!” Eddie argued, sounding as if he’d pitch a fit in the diner, “You don’t have to be like that with me!”

“Dirty fanboy, dirty fanboy!” You teased, poking him in his side.

You both laughed and wrestled all the way into the booth, Eddie beeped at you like a big rig in reverse when he used his body weight to scooch in close to your side. At all times he was in your personal space, he didn’t want to leave you alone and you didn’t want him to sit anywhere else except glued to your hip.

“Scoochie!” He demanded, bumping you with his hip.

“You wanna sit with me?” You asked.

“Hell yeah I wanna sit with you!” He smiled, “I’d sit in your lap if I could fit. Now scoochie!”

You scoochied. You scoochied all the way in until he pulled you close because you went too far away from him, his large hand rubbing your arm as he leaned close, getting into your face.

“Goddamn… you’re just so cute.” He said, chewing his bottom lip and drumming on your arm.

“So are you.” You said softly, “I just… I can’t believe it… you know? This… this thing we have going on, I like it.”

“Oh, I am definitely digging this connection.” Eddie grinned, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun. It’s refreshing. It really is. And I like a girl who can hold her own with my bullshit.”

“How do you mean?”

Eddie shrugged. Ran a finger along the seam of your Carhartt sleeve.

“I’m used to being the odd duck — the freak — the one who never fits in. I’ll start talking about how the licks in ‘Iron Fist’ were superior to ‘Ace of Spades’ as a whole, and I can literally see the moment a girl’s eyes start to glass over. Y’know, like they just want you to shut the fuck up and take your cock out. And then you came along, and we just… we click.” He snapped his fingers.

“We do.” You murmured, “I… gosh, how can I even describe it. It’s like, I can have a conversation with you. We can rant about things that no one else cares about. Even if it’s something you’re not as well informed on: you listen. You don’t just dismiss.”

He didn’t dismiss you. Quite the contrary. Eddie validated you. Teased you gently. He laughed so hard that chewed up pieces of his barbecue chicken sandwich went flying out of his mouth at you when you made bad jokes. But you didn’t even care. Not even when every so often he’d bump his forehead gently against yours, touching noses and just basking in your affection.

“You’re so silly.” Your murmured, inhaling his exhales as he lazily shut his eyes and rubbed noses with you.

“I can’t help it.” He murmured, “I haven’t had this much fun in my entire life. I thought I’d be shitting bricks on this date trying to keep it cool but… you just make it so easy to be around you. We’ve got so much in common, you’re super cuddly and sugar sweet. I just wanna like, eat you!”

Eddie took your face in his hands and made funny munching sounds, causing giggles to erupt from your throat.

“Seriously… this is the best date I’ve ever been on. I can open up around you, be myself.”

“Yes!” You nodded, “I feel the exact same way… I never want this date to end!”

“Well,” Eddie smiled, “Lucky for you, sweetheart, this is only our first date. We’ve got so many more coming. I want to know you, I want to experience more things with you.”

He gulped, staring directly into your eyes and holding your cheeks in the palm of his soft hands.

“In short… I want more of you. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’ll just keep coming back for more.”

[jelzorz]

141.

The tension isn't unexpected. It certainly could be worse but it could be a lot better too, and Rayla had thought that they might have talked things out by now, but it's been weeks since her return, since Umber Tor, since they set sail on the Sea of the Castout and the situation... hasn't progressed.

(And who can she blame but herself? There'd been that one moment at Umber Tor, when he'd pulled her out of the rubble of the collapsing mountain and held her tight to him, and she'd thought maybe they were okay—but had she really thought that would be it? That it'd be fixed and they could go back to the way things were just like that? Had she really been that naive?)

But the tension breaks, as all things do, when the stakes matter most. There's a storm, and the seas are rough, and Rayla, thankfully, has learned how to walk on sea legs and keep her lunch in her stomach by the time all hell breaks loose, and then there are the pirates—

It's a hell of a storm, all right. Lightning flashes through the sky and rain hammers against the deck like a sheet. Rayla can barely see, can barely keep her grip on her blades because her fingers have grown cold and numb. They've put Nyx, of all people, in charge of keeping Ezran out of harm's way because Soren is out cold, slumped against the deck from a blow to the back of the head, and Callum and Rayla have their hands full.

The ship tosses about, and Rayla stumbles. Her legs betray her and send her barreling into Callum, who yelps and only narrowly misses the pointy end of a cutlass.

"Watch it!" he snaps, and he's right, but the way he says it makes her bristle. Two weeks of awkward, stilted conversations, and now he's snapping at her for something that isn't her fault.

"You watch it!" she snarls, tugging him out of the way of a lunging pirate. "Get over to Ezran!"

"You're not in any position to tell me what to do!"

Rayla ducks under a sword and glowers at him. "Are you serious?"

"He's fine," he snaps, and just to prove it, he jerks his head at Ez and Nyx who are dragging Soren to safety under the stairs. "You're not!"

Rayla scowls, parrying against a pirate, water sloshing about in the folds of their hat. "This isn't the time to be stubborn!"

"I'm being stubborn?" Callum shoves a pirate back and rounds on her, furious. "You can't seriously think you can take all of these guys on your own!"

Probably not, but that's beside the point. Rayla sweeps the legs out from under the pirate she's facing and finds herself hauled up again by Callum, who presses his back to hers and uses his staff to block a blow. Rayla will admit that he's a lot more capable than he was, but that doesn't change things. That doesn't change the way her heart seizes with fear whenever someone swipes at him. It doesn't change the fact that he's only out here trying to protect her and if he gets hurt—

"I'll be fine," grumbles Rayla, dodging one way only for Callum to pull her another—and out of reach from a pirate she hadn't seen.

"Will you?" Callum's eyes are hard and stubborn, even as they find themselves backed up against the railing and otherwise surrounded. He scribbles a rune into the air and waves his staff—"Aspiro!"—and the pirates brace themselves against the gale of his breath. Dimly, Rayla remembers the way he'd shielded her and Ezran from an avalanche a lifetime ago, when things were simpler, easier, when her heart fluttered for him far more innocently than the way it does these days. "What the hell is the matter with you? Why can't you just admit that I can help?"

"I just don't want to see you get hurt!"

"And you think I can stand to see you get hurt instead?"

"Interesting pair, you are," says a pirate, her hat sloshing with rainwater as she advances again, her smirk irritated but amused.

"Stay out of it," snaps Rayla. She catches the pirate's blade with her own and shoves her backwards, just as Callum scribbles another rune and raises his hand into the air.

"Fulminis maxima!"

Lightning strikes the deck. There's an explosion of sound, of fire and splintered wood, and in the chaos, Callum kisses her.

The world falls silent. Rayla's heart stutters in her chest. She can't even feel the rain or the rocking of the ship anymore—there's only Callum, and the cold of his lips, and the warmth of his hands against her face.

When he pulls away, the world hesitates. It waits, its breath hitched like Rayla's own in her throat.

"Let me help you," he says. His eyes say something else.

Rayla swallows. The world speeds up. "Okay."

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Webby Week Day 4: Investigation/Adventure! (This leads on from yesterday's piece)

"Now, this is my kind of fiesta!" Scrooge said, expertly dodging the swoop of a cutlass.

One thing you learn pretty quick with the Duck family is that nothing goes to plan.

Not even a well-planned vacation to Madrid.

On this particular occasion, it was undead conquistadores.

Dewey was disappointed to say the least: he'd predicted "something in the ocean tries to kill us all".

"One normal vacation!" Louie moaned, trying to sip his Pep as he ran, "Is that too much to ask?!"

"Come on, Louie, this is fun!" Webby smiled, as she landed a blow to a zombie's shoulder, and another to its skull. It gave a shriek, and staggered away.

"Webby's right," Della said, "We're the Ducks! We live for this!"

"I think I've found something in the JWG that might help," Huey called, frantically flicking through pages, "It's a spell, so we need-"

"Lena!" Webby cried.

Lena ran forward to where Huey was, and Huey passed the book to her.

"Hurry up, they're gaining on us!" Louie said.

"I'm trying!" Lena snapped, "Kinda hard to read when I'm running for my life!"

"Lena!" The boys called in unison.

"Okay, okay, okay, I think I've got it!" Lena said quickly, before a blue aura surrounded her and she stumbled over complex Latin.

Once the incantation was complete, she threw her arms up and a shockwave rippled from her.

The zombies froze, before collapsing in crumpled heaps of skin and bones.

Lena ran up to Webby.

"Oh my gosh, that was awesome!" Webby squealed, "You're amazing!"

"Aw, shucks," Lena turned away, smiling modestly, "You're amazing."

The two girls held each other for a few moments.

"Best. Vacation. Ever," Webby whispered.

[vacantgodling]

pls put amon in situation number 17 for me. i wanna see what happens

KVCOSIJ LMAOOOOO tw for uh. maiming and blood and general violence bc this man is not hinged.

17. Your character has been captured by pirates! The pirate captain gives your character one minute to convince him to let them live. What do they say?

it would devolve. so. fucking. quickly. all amon would say would be "try to kill me then." and the pirate captain would probably cut the time short because you're gonna disrespect me?? while you are a prisoner on my ship???? throw this man overboard. but the first men that try to grab amon are getting their fingers literally bitten off (YIKE) and the second one is getting head butt so hard they just pass clean out. this then escalates everything into an all out brawl, wherein, amon uses the swing of someone's cutlass to undo the bonds on his hands/feet and then he's SWINGING.

at some point, he's incapacitated half the deck (bc lbr, (a) amon is used to group fights, that's what he did all the time at the nimbus and my guy is extremely proficient in taking a hit or less to get an enemy down. ebb and flow and dispatching people as quickly as possible are the name of the game in a group brawl and amon is Stellar at it also (b) when you consider the fact that most pirates are Not actually formally trained and are just people who joined to either escape their debts, to get rich quick, or just do something bc they have no other prospects... its not like they're probably Super Great at fighting anyway. do they have numbers on their side? absolutely. but that's where point a comes in. amon is. REALLY. UNFAIRLY GOOD. AT GROUP BRAWLS)

things would end up coming to an abrupt halt when amon (having stolen someone's gun or sword at this point) takes the captain of the ship hostage. and you may think--oh, is he going to have the captain call down his men or is he going to keep the captain around to do his bidding. NOPE. amon knows not to wait for something to come bite him in the ass, so he's absolutely blowing that captain's brains out or slitting their throat.

depending on how the chaos devolves from there, if its a weak willed crew then amon will become a new captain and get them to drive him the FUCK back to galere, or b, they get incensed at the death of their beloved captain, more fighting ensues, and amon steals a lifeboat and gets the fuck outta dodge.

so. to tl;dr: it goes worse for the pirates than it does for him LMAO

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Inspo)

Diana had lived for a long, long time. Immortality, of course, came at a steep price, that being her body frozen in time while the rest the world moves on. The siren had made peace with it centuries ago, and there was the slight comforting fact that if she did decide she wanted her time to come, there were people she could ask.

But one thing, one person that remained the same throughout it all was fucking Captain Doddypoll. Yes, Doddypoll, and no, Diana had no clue why that was his name either.

Back some time ago, he was a force to be reckoned with. Even though Diana was just a guppy back then, following the currents of other pods of mermaids and sirens, she knew he was threat.

He hunted sirens and mermaids for a single purpose; their voices. To extract the magic from them. While sirens could hypnotize and entice, mermaid voices were more gentle and were more connected to healing and the sort.

Diana didn't know it back then, but he was a Shy Guy. She supposed it made sense nowadays. His clothes were reminiscent of a Shy Guy's.

Speaking of which..

"BASTARD!" Diana roars as she looks down at the ship, even taller than she usually was. Her teeth were as sharp as knives, her fangs prominent. Patches of scales cover her body, and her nails had melded into her skin, giving her long, sharp claws that faded to black. Black fish spines trailed down her back, flared out angirly. Her sclera was pitch black, and her pupils slit. Lightning crashed, and winds howled around as she snarled down at the captain.

She could say, without a shadow of a doubt, she was seriously considering tipping off someone that this fucker was immortal and making a case for it to be stripped.

"I'LL GET YE SOMEDAY, YE OVERGROWN BELUGA!" The captain shouts, waving his cutlass up at her.

"HOW HAS IT BEEN CENTURIES AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW YOUR FISH?!" Diana groans before she spins her trident. She hits his ship at an angle, sending the screaming captain and his ship flying off into the distance.

"AND GET A BETTER ACCENT, THAT ONE WENT OUT OF STYLE 300 YEARS AGO!" She calls after the ship before huffing.

The siren watches with narrowed eyes before she slowly lets out a breath. She slowly shrinks back down to her 'normal' kaiju size, all of her extra features fading away. She purses her lips.

That was in the direction of the kingdom.. Eh, she was sure the crew could handle it.

With that, she dives back down into the water.

(Meanwhile, in the Showgrounds, Mario is unceremoniously crushed by the ship that fell from the sky, with Luigi narrowly dodging it.

"That stupid BITCH!" The very raggedy Shy Guy wearing a captain's hat, an overgrown gray beard on his mask, and still waving a cutlass let out a myriad of curses that were both colorful and very clearly out of date.

"Oh, hello, laddie!" The captain calmed when he spotted Luigi, not at all hearing Mario screaming from pain. "Think ye can help an ol' pirate out?")

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Diana lounges on some rocks, deep in the crags of an underwater cave she had made her 'home'. It was nothing special, really, but she decided to make it her home after Lily gave her the puppy eyes.

Well, normally, that wouldn't work, but her descendant had gotten all the kids to do it, so it made her cave pretty quick.

She gently pet a school of fish swimming past, before a large Cheep Cheep came swimming up to her. Normally, she'd eat them (if she was hungry), but this one she kept around, solely because it was good at delivering news.

"Hello, Cece," Diana greets the Cheep Cheep with a wave. "What do you-"

The siren didn't get any more words out as the Cheep Cheep began to freak out, making various fish noises and spinning around in the water at a rapid pace.

Her eyes darkened.

"He..

Fucking..

WHAT?!?"

Diana didn't know how she did it, as one moment she was in the ocean and the next she was leaping out of the pond that was in the Showgrounds and shaking the ground as she landed. Gone was her tail, as she now stood on too legs, and the siren was pissed.

Her being pissed turned to absolute fury upon seeing the crew all tied up in various ways, and Lily in a cage.

"Hah! I knew ye'd-"

"BASTARD OF A FUCKING MAN!" Diana roars, and the world responds with her. The winds begin to howl, swirling above and bringing the clouds with it. Rain starts to pour down, and lightning flashes in the distance, illuminating the now darkening skies.

"Is it me, or is she bigger than usual?!" Meggy shouts admist the howling winds.

"I SHOULD TEAR YOU TO SHREDS!" Diana lunges down and pierces one side of Captain Doddypoll's ship with her hand. The other, gently yet shaking from rage, gathers the crew and sets them off to the side.

Then, she lifts the ship to her face as her monstrous features begin to show.

"Ye.. don't feel like talking, do ye?" Captain Doddypoll chuckles nervously.

"I'm going to castrate you." Diana says simply, her multilayered voice a mere deadpan before she chucked his ship to the ground, causing it to splinter into thousands of little pieces. Her staff appeared in her hand, nearly as large as her, before she began to slam it down against the shrieking captain again and again.

The crew, having sufficiently freed themselves, watch in awe and some terror. (Lily less so in the terror department, because that meant she could do that when she got angry too.)

After some moments, Bob, Karen, and Tari pipe up at the same time, "Would."

Everyone whips around to look at them, the epitome of "WTF??" on their faces.

"Mom?" Cody looks at Karen, shocked. "Bob, I get. Tari, I sorta get. But MOM?"

Karen simply shrugs, crossing her arms.

"DON'T EVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A PIRATE!" Diana roar of rage snaps everyone back to attention. They all watch, once again amazed and slightly terrified as she effortlessly tosses the screaming captain off into the distance.

After taking some moments to calm herself, Diana shrinks down to her 6 foot form, and all her monstrous features vanish. She adjusts her dress before making her way over. "I'm so sorry about that, everyone," she apologizes, running a hand through her hair. "Goodness, if I knew he'd land here, I would have never hit him that hard."

"You know him, Diana?" Lily asks quickly before Bob can make some sort of comment.

"A captain, immortal like I am." Diana shakes her head. "He's deadset on finishing the job he has, so of course he'd target you."

"Which is..?"

"Stealing siren voices." Diana shrugs and Lily scowls.

"Oh. That's why he kept on trying to make me sing."

SMG4 crosses his arms. "He won't be coming back, will he?"

"It'll take him some time." Diana shakes her head. "I destroyed his ship, so he'll have to remake it."

"Huh.." the Guardian nods. "I wonder where he landed."

○●○

Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, Captain Doddypoll surfaces, spurting out seawater.

"Ah, when I get my hands on 'er..!"

He trails off when some shadows loom over him. Several large sharks eye him.

"Uh oh."

"It's dinner time, boys!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

[000marie198]

The one where Sails loves competitions a normal amount for the WIP Game please? That title is just too interesting!!

Okie! (Again, sorry I am answering so late, these two Wip Wednesday asks got buried)

A clang rang out as swords clashed against stabbing claws. The two had fallen into a familiar rhythm, striking and dodging and deflecting and blocking, the footwork much smoother than it had been the first time they competed. Nine was fast and swift, his movements spoke of years of experience. But Sails had a way with swords. Over the past few months, he had taken up an extra blade, dual wielding cutlasses upgraded to three.

WIP Wednesday

[retiredtexastrucker]

1976 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme

1976 Dodge Aspen RT

[aikoiya]

LoZ: TotK - Champignon Corsair Set

Here's a set that I think might go well with the Cece hat. (So long as you get rid of the hair & makeup.)

A white frock coat that reaches down to the ankles with a Cece Brand mushroom patterned border at the bottom & gold detailing. White musketeer shirt with gold-lined ruffled sleeve cuffs, the ruffled cuffs sticking out from under the frock coat's cuffs. Maybe make the collar resemble the odd gold netting that Cece & Sophie have for their collars & have it stick up past the frock's collar. Also, a feather to the hat.

High-waisted double-buttoned Victorian breeches. Black ornate men's captain boots with gold Cece Brand buckles; breeches legs tucked into the boots. Lacey white & gold-lined men's cravat with a Cece Brand brooch. Gold Cece Brand buttons. Buttons & brooch resemble the gold Cece applique on the canon hat. Gold hoop pirate earrings with the Cece Brand symbol & a turquoise bead on each. The lace ruffles should match the ruffles on the canon Cece hat & the cravat resembles the lace veil at the back of the hat. Also, puffy mushroom shoulder pads.

(I've finally got the cravat to where I feel satisfied! Though, I'm still not entirely sure about the pattern I used for the lapels...)

And finally, a version featuring the OG Cece Pattern.

Still got some work to do, but I think I'm almost finished.

I'm also not sure whether to keep the frock as is or make it more like Swordfighter Peach's, which would make it less likely for Link to get the coat tangled around his legs.

Also, 86 the bright pink hypermodern hair that covers the eyes & the blue lipstick. Just let them die in a fire.

Link's natural hair could, instead, be pulled into a stylized Victorian men's ponytail with a leather Viking's hair tie; Cece Brand, of course.

And, finally, maybe give him a thin mustache & goatee like this.

(Made using Rinmaru's Mega Fantasy Avatar game. It's the closest I could get to how I think he'd look in it. Just with the ponytail against his back. I just liked how nice & curly this one was.)

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I just feel like something like this would match Cece's ostentatious style while also managing to look classy at the same time. Because the hat when paired with the canon hair & makeup looks like something that a trashy whore with a rich sugar daddy might wear.

I'm not sure what I'd make the effect or the Set Bonus, but I'll think about that later. Maybe something like Mushroom Gatherer, which could allow you to possibly get 2 mushrooms instead of one when you pick them & the more of the set you wear, the higher the chance? Or it could increase the effectiveness of mushrooms when cooking? Also, maybe the Set Bonus could be something like Scimitar Proficiency because Scimitars resemble cutlasses?

I think I have it.

Effect: Mushroom Gather (doubles the number of mushrooms you can get when harvesting mushrooms)

Set Bonus: Swashbuckling Mastery (one-handed swords deal more damage, increased speed when weilding a one-handed sword, easier dodging, & faster Flurry Rush; weilding Scimitars doubles this effect)

Secret Abilities: Champignier (mushroom chef; increases the effectiveness of mushrooms when cooking), Shroom Duelist (weapons or shields with mushrooms fused to them makes mushroom effect twice as effective), increased swim speed, & increased sail speed.

Secret Abilities being the ones that you have to discover for yourself. Like how the Royal Guard uniform also has increased swim speed despite it not being listed.

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Edit: Listen, ya'll seem to be missing the fact that I don't like the original design for the Cece Hat because the hair & makeup are fugly.

Very few people can pull off the blue lipstick look & Link is very much not one of them. Same with the neon pink hair in a weird ass bob that covers the eyes. Put those 2 together & I don't know if there's anyone who'd look good in them.

I mean... it's possible to make that lipstick shade look good on him, but the hair especially makes that difficult to do. Even just keeping his natural hair color would vastly improve the overall synergy of the colors.

This isn't something that I'm saying out of "bigotry." I'm saying it because the pink bob with the lapis lipstick looks more at home on a clown.

I wouldn't even like them on a woman, so if you take this as some sort of slight against crossdressers or men who wear makeup, then that tells me more about how you think of them than what I do.

FYI, I didn't mind the Gerudo Set or the Frostbite Set as much as I do the Cece Hat. Because while I'm not a fan of crossdressing or drag & I think that they were too on the feminine side for what I think looks best on Link, at least they looked good.

Because good aesthetics are good aesthetics no matter what sex you are. And, I hate to break it to you, but not everyone is going to look good in something & there's no changing that. Some people look good in one thing & other people look good in other things. And Link doesn't look good in a bright pink bob & cobalt lipstick.

Take it or leave it.

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