#eeeee thank you for sharing your thoughts my friend !!!

[everybodyshusband]

I've been thinking about this a lot lately mainly because I do it so I needed your opinion on it. Little phantom watching grown up tv and Dew gets so jealous when they're regressed together and Phantom gets to snuggle in between Mountain and Aurora to watch the crime documentary but Dew gets shooed out by Rain and Swiss to go play something far away from the tv. He's too little to understand that this doesn't scare Phantom and he actually prefers it over cartoons that can't keep him interested. So he'll be sitting there, paci in his mouth and his hand holding one of Mountain's fingers as he watches some guy go to court for homicide all while being completely little.

are you living in my head ? are we perhaps the same person ?? i was thinking about this just the other day !! totally not also for projection reasons, AHEM

dew would feel so lonely sitting over in the corner, the poor bubba. the other ghouls always make sure that at least of them are with dew while the crime documentary is on, though. otherwise he gets too jealous and sad and makes himself sit through the whole thing with phantom just to prove the others wrong, even though he gets really distressed from the show.

but, just like you said, phantom loooves crime documentaries. the first few times he sat down in front of a crime documentary the others immediately switched the channel to cartoons so as not to distress him, but then had to give him fidget toys and snacks to keep him interested. after a lot of begging on phantom’s part, the others let him watch an episode, and miraculously he barely wiggles the whole time ?!

i love the idea that he’ll sit snuggled up to aurora and mountain, holding onto mountain's big fingers with a paci in his mouth, completely enraptured by the crime scene laid out on the screen in front of him. perhaps he even requests a sippy cup of cranberry juice or strawberry milk because it’s red/pink and looks a bit like “dat cool blood on da screen, mounty!”

[sokkigarden]

dancing with our hands tied (part iv)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: an emotional spiral sends you to jamie's doorstep… again

word count: 3k

this chapter took it OUT of me but i actually think this might be my fav chapter so far?? eeeee excited to share w you guys :) thanks to @hopefulromances for challenging me to write and trade feedback last night! sometimes u just need a lil extra motivation 😩🫶

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“Hey, you’re friends with Jamie, right?”

You looked up from where you were sitting at your desk to find Zach in the doorway. You were startled by his appearance. 

After getting drinks last week, you’d gone back to his place and fell into bed. He was fun and flirty and you both had a good time, but once it was late, he asked if you needed a ride home. You’d left after calling a ride, trying not to overthink it. It was just the beginning after all.

But it had been a week since then. Zach had been keeping his distance at work and hadn’t been responding to your texts that much. You figured he was busy with the new job, so you kept yourself busy as well. But that didn’t resolve the sinking feeling in your gut.

And now Zach was standing in front of you. Asking about Jamie Tartt of all things.

“Huh?” You knew you sounded dumb but you weren’t sure why Zach was asking if you were friends with Jamie.

“Did I do something to upset him?”

“What?” you sputtered. “Um, I don’t think so.”

Despite your confusion, you had also noticed Jamie’s coldness toward the new nutritionist. Richmond had a big facility and a lot of people employed, but after Ted Lasso brought his camaraderie and positivity to the entire club, it was easy to see when someone was being off-putting. 

Since last week, you hadn’t spoken to Jamie outside of your scheduled physio treatments. You weren’t typically alone during your appointments, and it was always after his ludicrous amount of training which left him tired, so you hadn’t had the chance to talk to him much.

“Maybe you’re reading too much into things?” you suggested. “He’s always been kinda rocky– you’ve heard the stories.”

You didn’t mention that those stories were from more than two years ago. You didn’t mention that he had been much better in recent months. 

“Maybe….” Zach replied, scratching the back of his head. 

You clearly didn’t have the answer he wanted, and the room fell into silence. You looked back at the work you had open on your computer screen, before taking a deep breath and being brave.

“Hey, so I had a fun time last week,” you started with a smile. “Would you, maybe, want to go out again?”

Zach suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in the treatment room with you. You tried not to let the feeling in your gut sink even further, but you could feel the smile falling off your face.

“Oh, um, I’m gonna be busy for the next few weeks, so….” he trailed off.

You pressed your lips into a firm line, nodding once. You didn’t need to hear anything else; he was clearly not interested in pursuing you further. 

The insecurities that had lingered for a week resurfaced from the corners of your mind. You’d gotten your hopes up again, and he clearly wasn’t on the same page. It was fine. You were getting the brush off. Nothing you hadn’t experienced before.

You just wished you’d known this wasn’t going to be anything when you went into it. It had taken time, with each heartbreak, but you thought you had built up walls to prevent yourself from getting hurt again. 

“Okay, yeah,” you said, “Don’t worry about it.”

Zach gave you a smile that looked more like a grimace before leaving you alone.

How had everything gone to such shit?

There’s a reason you’d made it clear with Jamie that your relationship was just sex. If it was explicitly just sex, then you wouldn’t let yourself form an emotional attachment. No point in letting your brain drift into romantic feelings. It never worked out anyways.

Thinking of Jamie brought you back to the first thing Zach said. Was there a reason Jamie was being a dick to him? You hadn’t seen them interact much other than at the bar last week. While you had wanted to bite Jamie’s head off at first, by the time you had a chance to say something, he had left. There was a lot left unsaid.

And if here was anything that would get your mind off things, it would be bickering with Jamie. 

You checked your watch, realizing most of the players were gone by this time of evening. You finished up the report you were working on. It was probably time for you to head home too. 

And maybe you’d pay Jamie a visit on the way home, too.

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Not even twenty minutes later, you were knocking on Jamie’s door unannounced. You hadn’t been there since last week, but there were no cars except his parked outside, so you assumed he was the only one home. 

When he opened the door, he seemed surprised to see you, his face going through about half a dozen different expressions before settling on raising his eyebrow in question.

“Stop being a dick to Zach,” you said in lieu of greeting, walking into his home. 

Jamie shut the door and pursed his lips. He clearly hadn’t expected to be instantly berated, but it was easier to act mad at Jamie than deal with being upset with yourself.

“Aren’t I a dick to everyone?” he asked.

“No, you aren’t,” you rolled your eyes, and said in a smaller voice, “Not anymore.”

You crossed your arms. “But you are acting like an asshole to Zach. Everyone sees it.”

Jamie scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Sorry,” he said, with a defeated tone, “You can tell your boyfriend I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Now it was your turn to sound defeated, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Jamie’s face perked up at that.

“Oh yeah? Thought you two were gettin’ cozy. Gettin’ drinks at Bones and Honey.” 

If it was anyone else, you’d think he sounded jealous, but there was no reason for Jamie to be jealous over you. He was just poking your open wound at this point.

You huffed out a breath of air, letting your arms fall to their sides. 

“He brushed me off,” you said, “If we didn’t work together, he probably would’ve ghosted me by now.”

All the frustration from the past few hours, the past few days, the past week, felt like it was bubbling to the surface. It wasn’t even like this was a new thing. You were just tired of the same thing always happening. Even when you tried to protect yourself, you still ended up getting hurt.

You were so focused on blinking rapidly to dispel the tears in your eyes that you didn’t notice Jamie wrapping you in a tight hug. You stood frozen for a moment, before wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. 

The hug was so tight and warm and surprising, but it made you feel the best you’d felt in weeks, months. You didn’t even realize you were fully crying until you moved slightly and felt the wet patch of fabric on his shoulder. 

You pulled away a bit and tried taking some deep breaths, while Jamie brushed his fingers through your hair. As soon as he whispered your name, you pulled back further, still enveloped in his arms. 

“Sorry, sorry, I know this isn’t what we normally do,” you said. Your relationship consisted of arguments and sex, not tears and warm hugs. 

He shook his head, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “What’s wrong?” 

The tender tone, the soft look in his eyes, the delicate physical contact, made you start crying all over again. He gently led the two of you over to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap. 

“I just–” you sniffled, and it all came spilling out. “I just don't know what I'm doing ever. Everything I do seems wrong. I try to go after the things I want and it's never enough. I give too much, and yet not enough, and- and it's all shit.” 

Jamie’s brows furrowed together as you stared at his face. You focused on the line of his jaw and the grooves of his nose instead of his eyes. You didn’t want to meet his eyes. His hand gently grasped your chin to direct your gaze.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, as you held eye contact. “Things are hard, but they’ve always been hard, and you’ve made it through. You deserve good things. You’ll get them. You have them.” 

Those words were tender and sweet and all you wanted to hear, but a part of you refused to let yourself believe them.

“Yeah, okay,” you rolled your eyes lightly. “I guess.”

He let out a huff of frustration, before rearranging you to straddle his thighs. His arms squeezed your shoulders, but not in a domineering way; it felt soft, comforting. 

His hands were warm as they ran across your skin to your cheeks, holding your face to keep your eyes connected. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. His face held a hundred emotions and you weren’t sure what to make of any of it. 

“You have me,” he said.

You took a sharp intake of breath at his words. The words burned into your mind.

It was true. You did have Jamie. And he had you. In some sort of way. And for now, it would be enough.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, and then to both of your cheeks, lingering so close you could feel his exhales and swore you could hear your heartbeats in the space between. 

Then, he seized your mouth in a kiss, and it was like no other kiss you’d shared with him. While others were passionate and full of angry emotions, this was full of something raw, something untethered to your pre-existing idea of Jamie.

As you explored each other's mouths, you found yourself grinding against his lap, letting a moan out as you felt overcome with emotion. His hands ran through your hair, and you flexed your fingers under the fabric of his shirt, feeling the expanse of warm skin on his stomach. 

You tugged his shirt over his head, which broke the kiss, but you took the moment to take a breath. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck, as he moved to remove your shirt as well. 

“Fuck, angel,” he said, and it felt like you were seeing each other for the first time.

It didn’t take long to remove more clothes, explore more of each other, before you finally sat down, feeling his dick slide into you. 

For a brief minute, you were frozen, breathing in each other’s air, staring at each other, taking in the moment. Then, he’s rocking into you and you’re meeting his thrusts, but it's slow, it's choppy in a heavenly way that you didn’t realize could exist between the two of you. 

“This feel good, yeah?” he asked, and you replied with a whimper of an affirmation. “Tell me this dick makes you feel good.”

“It does,” you managed to say, “You make me feel…”

He moved his hips in a way that made you see stars, leaving the last of your sentence unfinished. You scraped your nails through his hair, hearing something like a growl at the back of his throat. The sound spurred you on, rocking your hips with more determination.

“That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl,” he panted, reaching to connect your lips once more. 

You wanted to swallow him whole, wanted this moment to never end. His words were hot, but also flooded you with a different kind of warmth. You wondered if he even knew what he was saying. 

He tore his lips away after a moment and while you tried to gasp for breath, his next words made you nearly come on the spot.

“My good girl,” he whispered across your ear, before gripping your hips and focusing on where the two of you were connected.

The possessiveness in his voice tracked fire through your veins. 

You were close. You had to be. Despite how much you wanted to make this last forever, the heightened emotions were making things too much. You were feeling everything so intensely. 

He knew you were close, as he said, “Hey, look at me.”

You caught his eyes, watching each other’s faces as you finally came. Your jaw hung open, gripping his shoulders. You clenched around him as you rode out your high, and he came soon after. 

You sat there for a few moments, listening to your breathing and heartbeats mixing together. 

His hands drifted across your back in lazy motions as you nuzzled your cheek into the crook between his shoulder and neck. Jamie’s heartbeat was in his throat, his pulse racing. You could barely process everything you were feeling. What must he be feeling?

You had definitely calmed down after your spiral earlier this evening. Being with Jamie seemed to make everything else melt away. 

He readjusted you on his lap and pulled up his underwear. He grabbed his shirt from earlier and slipped it over your head. He cleared his throat, but didn’t fully pull away from you.

“I know you usually leave but,” he picked you up as he stood from the couch, “Not lettin’ you go home and spiral more. You’re staying tonight. Come on.”

He led you upstairs to his room, grabbing some new clothes from the dresser before guiding you into the bathroom. 

You didn’t do anything as you watched him turn on the shower and wait until the temperature was hot. It had been a while since you’d been in a shower with someone else, but you had a feeling this wasn’t going to be like those times. 

As soon as the shower was a good temperature, he stepped in, beckoning you to join him. He was offering without forcing you. You fought the smile creeping onto your face at his gentle expression. 

He guided you under the stream of water, combing his hands through your hair and lathering it with shampoo. The entire bathroom filled with the familiar smell of his hair products, and you felt a sense of satisfaction at knowing your own hair would smell like his soon. 

You took turns washing each other, nearly silent the entire time. It was an intimate act, and you found yourself clinging to Jamie maybe even more than earlier. 

You could feel the trails of tears across your cheeks from earlier wash away, but you could now barely remember why you’d been crying. Over some boy at work? You were all wrapped up in Jamie in the present moment. 

But this is what you’d been afraid of all along. This thing with Jamie was no longer just sex to you. And you’d known from the beginning, that if you let yourself fall for Jamie, it was over. He would ruin everyone else for you. 

What, with his silly outfits, and funny yet frustrating conversations, and the way he seemed to know your body even better than you did. 

You doubted this was anything else for him, you didn’t fit the profile of people he dated, you told yourself not to get your hopes up. You had shoved those feelings in a drawer at the back of your mind and hoped if you told yourself it was just sex, you wouldn’t fall for him.

But somewhere between the arguments and the sex, you held real conversations with him, confided in him, looked forward to seeing him each day.

Maybe it was already too late. The thought had your eyes welling up with more tears, but luckily you were facing the shower wall, as he rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. 

By the time the both of you were done, the tears had subsided, and you turned around to give him a watery smile. 

When you stepped out of the shower, Jamie wrapped you in a fluffy towel and your heart squeezed at the domesticity of it all. 

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded. You were feeling a lot better. Even if you were finally acknowledging the romantic feelings wedged deep inside of you. Even if those romantic feelings ended up being your downfall.

He grabbed the clothes he’d brought into the bathroom and divided them between you both. Two pairs of sweat shorts and two t-shirts. You knew you were going to drown in the fabric before you even put them on. You were proven right as he slid the shorts up your legs and tied off the drawstring to keep them up. You both chuckled at the sight.

After brushing your teeth, stealing some of Jamie’s skincare, and drying your hair, you didn’t have any objections as you both got into bed. He pulled you halfway across the mattress, to wrap his arms around you in the middle of the bed. 

“I’ve got training with Roy at four a.m., but I’ll be back before you wake up. Usually get back for breakfast around seven.” Jamie mumbled as he turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped his arms around you.

“Four in the morning?” you asked, “What are you going to do, bury a body?”

He chuckled, “Wouldn’t put it past Grandad, but no, we usually just go for a run.”

You shook your head at the absurdity. Even though you worked at the football facility, it was easy to forget that Jamie was a professional athlete when it was just the two of you, tucked away beneath his sheets.

As you felt yourself getting sleepy, you traced the tattoos across Jamie’s forearm in the faint light, feeling his breathing deepen as he drifted off to sleep. The lull of his exhales across your earlobe soon brought sleep to you as well.

[redheadspark]

I can’t help but think that Barry Keoghan with prompt 4 would be perfect…

Can’t be the only one to notice that he does that all the time

A/N - EEEEE! I love this for Barry, thanks for requesting this, friend! I hope you like it!

Bite

Summary - Barry knew how to make you blush

Warnings - just fluff :)

“Barry, you’re going to have to quit it,”

“Quit what, luv?”

“You know what,”

Barry chuckled, leaning back in his chair a bit and watching you as you were sitting across from him in your small private table.  The only reason why it was private was of Barry, whom made the reservation himself for your 2 year anniversary.  Barry wanted it make it special, knowing your favorite place to eat and making sure you both were free that night.  You had no idea that he was planing all of this, which was surprising because you knew he couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.  

It was always that way when you two were together, hiding any presents he got from you would only last a few seconds before he caved.  You thought it was rather cute since he was giddy like a little boy when you would open his gifts or accept his flowers.  Even simply holding your hand or hugging you close made him giddy and a hopeless romantic.

But the boy knew how to flirt and made you feel like a puddle.

He portrayed himself as a flirt plenty of times when he was doing interviews, making appearances on shows, or talking with journalists.  But deep down, you were the only one for him. Never once did you doubt his love for him or think he would stray, Barry was am amazing boyfriend to you and he knew who to make you feel so loved and adored.  You were no actress or someone to be in the spotlight, in fact your life was a bit dull compared to his.  That never stopped Barry from wanting to be with you and enjoy this life with you. 

One of his tactics he would use on you to make you blush was biting his lip.  Of course it would work on you every time, thinking of him as beyond handsome and a breath of fresh air in your life.  He was doing it now at your anniversary dinner, in a secluded little spot away from the rest of the patrons and eating your favorite pasta.

“I like makin’ ya blush,” he confessed as he reached over to lace your fingers together on top of the table, “It’s fun to see you all flushed from it too,”

You did blush, though there was no reason to hide it since you two were pretty much in your own private room.  The ambiance of the room made it feel all the more intimate and romantic for the two of you.  Barry’s genuine smile, not the smile that he would share in front of the camera or on the movie screen, ignited across the table from you with the bow of the singular candle that was flickering in the middle of the table.

“Thank you for this, Barry,” your thanked him, gesturing to the room you both were in, “This is beyond amazing, and I don’t know what string you had to pull—“

“I don’t mind at all, luv,” He interrupted you gently, tracing your hand with his thumb as he kept his beautiful eyes on you and with a shrug of his shoulders, “Makin’ you happy makes me happy.  Especially since ya’ve put up with all of my life and what I have to do in my line of work,”

“Barry, you love being an actor, and that’s all that matters to me,” You explained, though he shook his head.

“I like doing my job, but I love you,” he responded, making you grin widely, “There’s a big difference,”

Being with Barry meant being with his chaotic schedule.  He would be gone for weeks at a month when he was promoting a movie, constantly on the phone with his publicist or agent, or even being away on a movie set for months on end.  But he would make it work all the time with you, plenty of phone calls and FaceTime calls with him made it all worthwhile.  He would text you almost every other day, wishing you goodnight and good morning which filled your heart so much.  

When he was home, he would spend all of his free time with you when he wasn’t with family.  Even taking you on vacations when he was between jobs and roles.  The more recent one was in the Maldives, a week getaway that was a fairytale for you.  

“Actually, I wanted to ask ya to come with me on my next job,” Barry explained as you took a bite from your pasta, "You remember the one I told you about?”

“ ‘Masters Of The Air’? I remember, sounds like a great job for you.  But…you want me to come?” You asked tentatively, Barry nodding rapid.

“Of course I do, Luv,” He answered, “I thinkin’ you and I goin’ and then we go on that trip to the states you and I talked about, out on the West Coast in California to see the beaches there.  I wanna see you in the sun, right next to me,” 

You simply beamed, feeling a bit more excited about the upcoming trip and being with Barry.  It was the small things like this with Barry that made you truly love him.  He treated you right not just because he was an actor, but because he held you close as his friend and girlfriend.  Barry knew you hated the limelight and being in front of the camera, to which he protected you from that kind of life,  Even with a few snags here and there and some arguments between the pair of you.  But in the end, when all was said and done, you two loved each other.  

Barry bit his lip again at you, making you roll his eyes and lightly slap his hand as he chuckled, “I’m already saying yes to you, Barry.  Stop flirting with me!”

“Never,” Barry calmly replied, to which you giggled while he leaned over to kiss you over the small lit candle.

The End

February Prompt Session

[edgessunflower]

hi my sweet sunshine, off this prompt list, can I have 🌻 w/ Damian please and thank you my love 🥰

Eeeee

No one's better than you

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: After accidentally spilling your feelings for Damian out, he shows you that he doesn't want anyone else than you

Your heart was gonna leap out of your chest any moment with the way Damian was looking at you with his signature smile that never failed to turn you to putty. You and damian had been friends for years and tag team partners both in NXT and WWE being the first to join the Judgement Day with him and Edge before anyone else and always being attached at the hip so it didn't take long for your three friends to realize that you were head over heels for the Puerto Rican man trying to help push the two of you closer but no confession never happened until one day when all of you were hanging and working out together when Rhea asks you not only when you first fell for him but also when you truly realized you were in love with him, "God the moment I knew that I was in love with Dames was when me and him won our fifth consecutive tag team title together, the way he looked at me with such a look of joy and tenderness in it I knew I was completely done for" she shakes her head with a smile as Dom sits next to her hearing Finn in the other room not knowing Damian was a few feet away from the door having heard everything watching from the corner as you walk to the door "You gotta tell him eventually or he'll find someone else even if he loves you he won't act on it unless he has a hint" you shake your head with doubt as you walk out turning until something stops you. An all too familiar hand on your shoulder makes your heart stop as you stare at damian "I heard everything and just listen to me okay" you feel tears brim as he leads you outside to his truck and drives down the road getting out as soon as he stops "Damian if you're trying to tell me you don't feel the same then wh-" he stops you by leaning close to you holding your face im his hands "I've wanted you for so long ever since we became friends and then a tag team I never thought you'd want that" you feel your mind swirl as the words register that he didn't know you loved him so much as he loved you the same way just as long as you had "I thought you'd want someone better and I didn't want to lose you" his eyes slightly widen as the tears flow down your face and emotion reaches it's way to your voice "Better than you? If there was someone better than you, I would still want you" he connects your foreheads together before moving a few inches away looking in your eyes "No one's better than you Mariposa" you smile the two of you meet each in a tender kiss laughing as you pull away before heading back to his place where your shared friends cheer when they get a text from damian of a polaroid picture the two of you took together kissing.

[kitten4sannie]

For the fic writer asks: 16, 25 and 30 💕

eeeee thank you for sending me questions dearie :3 <33

fave place to write

in the comfort of my bedroom (omg TWINS ??? we’re both in our rooms :P) , next to my snuggly plushies, and with my earbuds in, jamming out to my daily rotation (ㅅ˘ㅂ˘)

besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

let’s seeeee ( •⌄• ू )✧ chatting with my lovely friends, watching youtube/movies/shows (esp comfort ones ❤️), reading gay fanfiction (or a book from my shelf if i’m feeling REAL crazy), doom scrolling on twt and tiktok until my brain turns to mush, petting my cats 🐈 🐈‍⬛, doodling, charging my rose toy for the hundredth time (i’m just a girl obv), obsessing over my faves, playing my fave phone games (and throwing said phone across the room when i miss a note on ssatz <3)

share a fic you’re esp proud of

i’m very proud of a knight’s tale !! not only is it the longest fic i’ve ever written (i never thought i would be capable of writing 11k cohesive words before ;^;) but i’ve ALWAYS wanted to write something with a fantasy setting (and ofc include an angsty wlw dynamic + a hot, brooding dragon hybrid uwu) and not to be (very) dramatic but i left a piece of myself in that story :’) ❤️

[i-luvsang]

hi moon, love your works ! are you up for moot games and if yes who would you ship your moots with ? i need to find the pattern here

hello anon dear, thank you so much !!! i'm way up for moot games eeeee !!! ty for sending one in ! i tried to get everyone but i've got a horrid memory so just tell me if i missed you so you can be added <333

enna + taehyung ⟢ @heephoria — you have to understand that you're probably the hardest for me to choose someone for because i ship you with many people tbh and like you're so lovable and i genuinely think all your faves would adore you. but it's all in the vibes here. elegant, irresitable, soft, homey, sweet, alluring, and full of the kind of love that makes your heart ache. [ honorable mention ; heeseung & joshua ]

chip + wooyoung ⟢ @jaehunnyy — the softness and playfulness in your heart is all too perfect for him. you're full of love and he admires that so much. you'd let him kiss your cheek for way too long and reciprocate that same energy and he loves it. [ honorable mention ; san ]

coco + jay ⟢ @enluv — you two are my starboy stargirl couple and nothing will ever ever change that. it's the aesthetics for me i cannot. i don't even know what you look like but i feel like i can picture the two of you together you know what i mean ?? [ honorable mention ; theo ]

anne + jongho ⟢ @ssaboala — y'all are literally perfect i cannot. he loves the way you love him, fully but not overwhelming or overbearing; just right. your more quiet or less social nature actually makes him feel more at peace around you, more comfortable. [ honorable mention ; yunho ]

bai + seonghwa ⟢ @hwaightme— i could never i imagine a more perfect match to be honest. the way you love people with your whole being is so beautiful to him. he adores your humor and the way you take the time to know the people around you for who they are and always be considerate and thoughtful of that. [ honorable mention ; hongjoong ]

sky + hongjoong @pocketjoong — he absolutely admires your ability to create community, you share that sense of leadership and the value that togetherness has. your shared sense of responsibility and awareness is also really important to him [ honorable mention ; suho ]

nadia + yunho ⟢ @justhere4kpop — i'm so bad at articulating why is feels right but it feels so right. it's all about holding hands and smiling brightly at each other. you're both always ready to take kneecaps if someone offends the other. [ honorable mention ; bang chan ]

orion + hongjoong ⟢ @nebulousbrainsoup — y'all are written in the starts, it's all about the vibes. there's the passion that you both put into everything and the protectiveness you feel for those around you. such an aesthetic couple y'all always look so cool. [ honorable mention ; mingi ]

zero + jongho ⟢ @ad0rechuu — you are just so sweet and friendly but i think that the particular way you go about making friends and interacting with people would makes jongho really like you. you're sweet but also have these more put together and aware vibes that he really likes along with your kindness. [ honorable mention ; seulgi ]

lilo + mingi ⟢ @seonghwaddict — i just feel like you would be such a sweet and wholesome couple. those recent pictures he posted from his walk at night? yeah that's lilo's boyfriend. it just feels right. i think he'd love your soft, lovely vibes. [ honorable mention ; yeosang ]

moony + joshua ⟢ @selenicives — you're aesthetics really remind me of shua !!! soft, full of browns and academia. i think he really appreciates your kindness towards others and the artistry you put into everything you create. [ honorable mention ; hongjoong ]

zerda + san ⟢ @a1sh1teruu — the softness that is you and san is too much for me to handle to be completely honest. you'd also be such a wholesome couple. i think he'd admire both your playfulness but also how hardworking you are !! [ honorable mention ; yeosang ]

mai + yunho ⟢ @gummygowon — the way that you first approached me with that super cute, sweet, and playful ask makes me think about yunho !! i can just see you two as the most sweet and playful couple who's able to cheer up just about anybody. [ honorable mention ; seonghwa ]

kimchi + taeyong ⟢ @planetkiimchi — you're just so wholesome and who better to match that energy than taeyong. just the sweetest couple to ever exist just about. you're friendly and silly in all the perfect ways for him !! [ honorable mention ; mark ]

kyuzu + renjun ⟢ @flowerjun — as a past renjun ult i am extra qualified to say that he is literally perfect for you. you're just so sweet and silly and lovely in all the ways that he loves the most !! [ honorable mention ; jungwon ]

lheo + seonghwa ⟢ @starrysvn — to me you have very caring and more mature, grounded vibes that i think seonghwa would really appreciated !! i just think you two would fit well together. [ honorable mention ; jongho ]

liz + san ⟢ @bluehwale — i don't know you too well yet liz !! but, i think the soft and friendly vibes that you carry would really suit san. just such a sweet sweet and lovely couple !! [ honorable mention ; mingi ]

kana + jungwon ⟢ @luvhyun3 — it just feels right i just think you two would have this sweet adorable wholesome puppy love. like everyone ever thinks that you two are the cutest ever and that's probably because it's the truth. [ honorable mention ; mingi ]

skye + hoshi ⟢ @etherealyoungk — i think i just associate you with him now bc of your newest profile pic bUT it feels right too. you're so so so so sweet and hoshi would be so so so so in love with you, no doubt about it. you can be silly goofy little cuties together. [ honorable mention ; seungcheol ]

[writeforfandoms]

… I thought they were using your inbox as a place to send soap hcs ie “Soap” inbox when I read it I was like OMG our dear friend is getting cute hcs of soap in her inbox because of her fics that’s so great! She deserves nice messages of her cod fics! I got into the cod obsession partly because of you!

I’m sorry that people are being rude and I do hope you actually get soap hcs cause your writing it just so good!

I do have a hc to share but it’s just that Soap likes cuddling while watching movies at his place. He especially likes it when you pull on his Mohawk, it makes him all flushed and often leads to other things on the couch lol 👀

Babe. Sweetie. Cmere and lemme give you a hug or a warm blanket or something! Eeeee you're so sweet! I literally had to go outside and take a walk because I was blushing

I'm okay. The rude folks don't really bother me, fortunately. And I would love Soap headcanons!!! My precious fuzzy boi is darling and I luffs him.

Yes! Okay look I always imagine he's a cuddler. Like any chance he gets he is wrapping himself around his Person. And he's relentless about it. Won't hold still until you're in his lap. Pulling the mohawk definitely leads to Activities, but he also loves it when you pet the fuzzy shaved sides of his head. (Which btw would be super soft and fuzzy, my bff has a mohawk and just shaved the sides of their head and I straight up petted them for a near solid minute.) And if you scratch his scalp? He melts. That is his off button. Gets him to relax faster than anything else does. That's the secret to getting him to nap. Movie on, lights off, cuddled up together, then scratch his head? He's snoring in five minutes or less.

Thank you so so much for your kindness, my friend! 💖💖😍😍

[godslino]

Anon who hates uni(and #2 advocate for cataclysm) here again hahaha. I love hearing your thoughts and what was going on in your head when you were writing. Again, I think your mind is absolutely beautiful. Oh, and I’d be honored to have an anon tag. Hopefully 🍒 anon is okay. Thank you so much for inviting me to your little anon group ( ´▽｀) I’ll sign my next message with a cherry emoji if you’re okay with that emoji being used!

I’m so glad that you went through with sharing cataclysm on your page, despite being nervous. I genuinely think it was such a beautiful piece, and it totally made my day (night?) hahah.

You mentioned how it was hard keeping everything in a one shot in your reply. I’m so impressed by how you fit in so much in 7k words(same with the first date series—you fit something that would’ve taken anime series 4 seasons in a few thousand words, in the best way possible), it felt really deep, held the storyline perfectly, and no moment was wasted. I think I already expressed my love for the piece in my last message.

You said you could’ve kept writing, but decided to end it after introducing the commune… I actually really liked how you kept the last note brief. By making the main part of the story end before the part where the commune was mentioned, the fic stuck perfectly to the plot in the description the whole time while the small bit at the end gave the readers closure, completing the story but also keeping it vague enough to create a nice environment for further imagination in the readers’ minds. While I was reading, I was always worrying… ‘Ahhh! what if they don’t get a happy ending? How are they going to live on afterwards? Do they make it to the place the mystery friend told Minho about?’ The last bit about the commune eased all of my worries and answered every question. In my opinion, it was the perfect ending! So that was my two cents LOL Absolutely addicted to your writing style in that piece, but your other works are just as lovely! I hope to stick around for as long as possible and keep giving you my support. Sending so so so much love!

MY 🍒 ANON EEEEE!!! i looove it yes of course you can claim this tag, i'll add you to the anons list!!

also oh my gosh, just when i think it can't get any better you give me an even MORE detailed piece of feedback. i am smooching you so hard right now. MWAH.

i'm really happy that the ending of cataclysm gave you the closure you wanted. i definitelyyyy intended for it to leave room for imagination on the reader's end. sometimes i think it's really important for me as an author to remember that a lot of the story building is done by the readers themselves, especially in a fic like cataclysm. the post-apocalyptic world can look so different depending on who you're talking to, so i purposefully left life at the commune open to interpretation.

as always your kind words warm my heart and give me alllll the fuzzy feelings. i'm so glad you're here and you enjoy reading and i can't wait to hear from you again soon!!

all the love 🤍

[luxxid]

eeeee, i heard from some of my friends that we share so many moots! i hope that we can be friends, and maybe even moots as well! (also ... your blog's theme ... *chef's kiss* i love the colours so much)

HELLOOOO <33 ♥♥ OFC WE CAN ME FRIENDS AND MOOTS, I WOULD LOVE TOO <333

I'm so sorry for the late reply sometimes I'm high asf 😻

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE I THOUGHT IT WAS UGLY AND I WAS MAKIGN THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO CHANGE THE ENTIRE THING LMAOAO <33333

[mickmundy]

Catching up with Thou Giveth Fever and aughh, dear author you're killing me over here (affectionate)

All this tooth rotting fluff and pinning making me role on the floor- OH WHAT'S THIS?

ANGST COMING IN WITH A STEEL CHAIR-

IM DEAD!! IM DYING !!! And this is only the beginning of the angst!!!!! this series carved out my heart and placed it in a blender and the next chapter you post is gonna blend it in the highest setting istg aaaaaa <3 <3 <3

idk if its too late but i read the author's note for one of the chap's asking what scene we liked and thought "oh theyre realllyyyyyy in love" and honestly the scene where Sniper and Medic were baking a pie in the lab/operating room(?)

It was So. Augh. I can't put it into words akdhqkdbn. How they shared stories about baking pies. How Sniper was flustered but also accepting Medic's flirts. The whole story of Sniper and his repression being equated with his experience as a kid and his dad calling him greedy for wanting pie???? Medic wanting to kiss is SO BADLY but restraining himself bc he doesn't want to make Sniper uncomfortable. But then Medic inciting the chase with the flour??? And Sniper feeling genuinely comfortable and letting himself have this fun??? AUGHHH TABLE SLAMMING this scene made me smile like a goofy, hyperactive child in a candy-store

Just??? The way you make these scenes so natural are Too Good <3 I'm seriously looking forward to the consequences of the failed uber (Medic may have pushed a littleeee too much this time uh oooh and Sniper is sooo gonna beat himself up over being this unprofessional on the battlefield)

I hope your day is going well wherever you are! Thank you for posting this series, its *chef's kiss* I eagerly look forward for what you have in store to torture our hearts as well as Sniper and Medic's <3

OH MY GOD HI HELLO I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS INCREDIBLY DELAYED RESPONSE!!! ;__; PLEASE FORGIVE ME.... but EEEEE i am SO happy you've been enjoying my series my friend, i hope you've liked how tachycardia ended!! ^w^ i am so eager to begin posting the next one.. don't worry, they are going to be in Torture Town for some time yet! HEHHE >:)

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH ;;; it really means a lot to me when people let me know that they like how i write the mercs; i want them to feel Believable and Human and i think with characters that have such a like. "legacy" like the mercs, it's something that makes me really nervous to do!! but i've been having the time of my life prying them out of their Fanon Cages and carving out my own interpretations of them... :') and i'm so overjoyed that readers like you enjoy! ^_^ <33333

i'm actually overjoyed that malus seems to be the most warmly-received of my fics in the series, it makes me really happy that people sympathized and resonated with their baking scene... <3 it was definitely one that i was nervous about sharing!! ;_; we've seen a lot of what's going on in sniper's head, but medic's has been kept Intentionally Ambiguous... until this friday! >:) HUHUHUHU....

thank you again SO very much my friend, your feedback means the ABSOLUTE WORLD to me and i am SO SORRY i haven't replied sooner!!! ;-; i hope you continue to read my stories, you are welcome in my inbox anytime and always!! ^u^ <33333 ILYYYYY

[pigdemonart]

Answering your questions and comments! Pt2

This is for most of the anon questions I got! 

I actually haven’t considered that! Part of me wanted to say accents aren’t a thing in Unova, but then I remembered the infamous nugget bros...and their catchphrase “nuggetabout it!” It just makes me wish every single character in Unova was heavily accented in all variations. But to answer the question, I haven’t given it any thought at all so I can’t say! 

I’ve answered this before I think? But my point remains the same. My art of them features them exclusively in a platonic way!  However, I don’t mind the ships, and I don’t mind people seeing it in such a way. I get comments all the time where people joke about “Elesa and her two malethings + her gf Skyla” Hell even I joke about it sometimes. But it’s all in good fun. 

I love all this Ramses love. He IS the best and you’re both 100% correct!! 

wags finger. this is inappropriate behavior. 

I don’t have a discord server (don’t plan to make one) but I share a space with my partner in their vtuber server! It’s a place where we share our work, promote ourselves and others, and chat a lot about fandom stuff. If you’re interested in joining, send me a DM!

OUghguUGHhh thank youuu.

OKAY. I’ll be cynical for a second: From what I’ve noticed (this is a small observation, not a factoid) I think a lot of submas fans are new to Pokemon…so are maybe not used to gamefreak being huge disappointments yet. 😩 in my experience, they tend to drop lore or plot points and then ignore them for years.

I have no expectations for the sake of not getting my hopes up for nothing. ;-; though, it would be wonderful considering the themes. Even a subtle nod would make the submas tag trend on twitter without a doubt LOL

Wuahh…thank youuu…i love drawing… LOVE !!

EEEEE! I haven’t had the chance to draw up more big gay unovan family stuff yet, but Im glad its enjoyable to other gen 5 lovers. I do love imagining all region characters knowing each other in some way. 🥰 everyone has differing opinions on ingo and emmet but they can agree unanimously they are little weirdos.

;-;)9 its what im here for,,,

I have a whole comic script written for it…very emotional…verrrrryyyyy…gestures familyyyyy themed. But ah, we’ll see if I ever get to it!!! Sitting atop my pile of unfinished projects.

AAAAAAaah I super appreciate this!!! You’re so sweet!! Thank you!!

I hope I can keep making you smile.. its a very big motivator… ;w;

YEAAAA GOOD GOOD GOOD. THAT WAS THE INTENTION. THATS CRAZY THAT YOU CAN HEAR IT TOO LOL like obviously its near impossible to make sounds with comics, but I’m glad THAT part got to your brain HAHA!!

Fellow burgh lover i see you, I understand you, and i respect you.

Hahah, I haven’t really given it much thought, but I genuinely believe that three of them are some of the toughest trainers in Unova. I would say they got far enough to reach victory road. The twins’ talent speaks for themselves being battle facility bosses, but Elesa is nothing to sneeze at either. Since i like to HC them as childhood friends, it only feels fitting that Elesa was not only able to keep up with the twins, but probably bested them several times.

Maybe some daaaayyy….i love Adaman’s design (even if wayyy to many of the charcters are wayyy to pale eeergh)

Im always thinkin to myself i need to have comic ideas in order to draw certain characters. But I forget I can just … draw them……without giving them a reason to be. SO maybe someday haha! Im glad you like the way I drew him though lol!

It’s not so much that its canon (don’t believe much has been confirmed about them except they are clown inspired and have receding hairlines) but it’s apparent and obvious. I would dare say it’s not even debatable, but with these sort of headcanons, you have to consider that the people that feel strongly about it are more likely autistic themselves and therefore know more about the subject.

I recommend reading posts by @/1863-project! They go into detail about every detail and honestly it’s allowed me to learn a lot about how to write the characters!

https://1863-project.tumblr.com/post/676301481415262208/ingo-and-emmet-are-both-autistic-and-i-will-die-on

He’d eat his hat, I think.

Any kinda ugly, kinda clashing patterns... Turtle necks, or long coats. Outfits that are different, but still kinda match.

OH eelektross jacket…..

Anything that says transman swag…lmaooo

Im not very fashion forward myself, but I try to have fun with it. And when I draw them, i have unspoken hc for when they dressed themselves or when Elesa had an opinion.

I did draw them doin the based ball once…

But honestly, I don’t particularly think any of them is huge on sports apart from maybe getting excited by extension.

Unless of courss battling considered a sport?

Personally. I don’t think either of them gets mad often. Frustrated, annoyed, and cranky maybe…but all the way angry?

Kind of interesting to think about. I’m unsure if I’d describe it as scary. More so intimidating because it’s so rare to witness!

I’m reminded of how passively Ingo handled Melli’s fuckery…his customer service voice fell back in time with him. It can be attributed to his politeness, but it certainly takes a great level of patience. So yeah, honestly, I think Ingo would never allow anyone to see him completely angry. Similarly for Emmet, even though he does tend to be more expressive.

As of today, my commissions are currently closed!! But i welcome all inquiries!

It feels nice and warm… ;-;

Ah…………that description is so sweet…….thank you!!

Sadly i did picture that twilight scene with edward and bella JNFNDN BUT THE SENTIMENT STILL STANDS.

Tis a very very cute thought!! She’ll adopt some of their train themed phrases..since some of them are technically puns. Heehee..

Indeed. 🐷

THANK YOUUU!!!! AAAAAAA!! Thank you so so much!! Sometimes i worry more about the writing than the art itself, so it means a lot!!

[goshi-kun]

“I feel like I lose braincells when I’m with you” ft. Kuroo

Request:

“Are the prompt list requests still open? If so could I please have the 23. With kuroo🥺🥰thanks!” -levishoe-eeeee

Oooooo alright i like this one :) ✨ this is so cracked out and shit I’m sorry-

Prompt 23: “I feel like I lose brain cells when I’m with you.” 

Warnings: Nothing just fluff and crack like normal lmao, oh and light swearing :)

It was a nice afternoon at the Nekoma High Volleyball Court. Lev was being his usual self and Kuroo was listening out of pure entertainment. Kenma was listening too, but it was just to judge lmao.

“No, I’m being serious! What if ghosts do come back to-” Lev was cut off by you opening the gym doors. You always came in after your last class of the day to say hi to everyone. And of course, make fun of your boyfriend.

Although, today you seemed really stressed. You had an irritated look on your face, and your footsteps sounded a little harsher than normal.

You made your way over to the three boys hoping to join the conversation, but they all were just looking at you with little worried expressions.

“Hey babe..you alright?” Kuroo had some sort of nervousness in his tone. You had a tendency to get really scary when you were irritated by something or someone.

“Huh? Ugh yeah, I’m fine. I was just fighting with some first year.” You weren’t mad or anything just really rubbed the wrong way by what this first year had said to you.

Now Kuroo’s mind immediately went to, “omg some first-year harassed my s/o i’m gonna kill them watch- wheres yaku were gonna kill them-” BUT- his train of thought was cut off when Lev started talking.

“What? Why? Did they say something?” Lev was asking out a pure curiosity. Little did he know he just opened up a very fresh wound. smh come on lev

“Oh! Alright, I’ll tell you! OH LET ME TELL YOU-” ‘oh god there they go’-everyone’s thoughts.

“THIS DUMBASS- I was simply talking about ghosts with my friends because it’s SPOOKY SEASON DAMMIT- but NOOOOOOO- someone always has to say something!-” You then continue on to express your disgust about a first-year student who DARED to argue with you about the existence of ghosts during this magical month! the audacity.

Now this- you got Lev going on a tangent too 😭 HE AGREED WITH YOU 100%

So there you are, going back in fourth with Lev about ghosts and why everyone else's opinion is invalid-as you should. Kenma just stares at you both like, ’wtf r u talking about :|’ All while Kuroo is looking back on all his life choices-

He thought you were really upset, but you were mad over ghosts?? Like really?? He was so done lmao

“You- ghosts?” Kuroo was so confused 😭😭

You and Lev do eventually conclude your tangent, leaving everyone in some sort of shock. You both had managed to grab everyone in the gym’s attention. Even the coaches decided to sit back and watch this little ghost debate. While Kuroo was just like 🧍‍♂️

Now the walk home was something else-

You and Kuroo always walked home together, ‘iT’s fOr yOur saFETY Y/N’

You both normally share things about your day, but this time Kuroo just let you do all the talking. Lev had really set something off because you were talking about EVERYTHING. From what you ate, to what you did, too dumb things people said, back to the ghosts- EVERYTHING!

Kuroo just sat back and looked at you with so much adoration. You really just started opening up to him about everything. He couldn’t help but feel all giddy. Also, you looked really cute while on your little rants ✨

That did save you from his sarcastic comments tho-

“Y’know, I feel like I lose brain cells when I’m with you.” Kuroo laughed a little with his words.

YOU WERE HURT-

“Excuse me! You didn’t have brain cells, to begin with! Don’t blame me!” You had a cute little pout on your face as you tried to come back from Kuroo’s remark.

Kuroo just brought you closer to him and laughed. Remembering this day forever.

“You should go on your little rants more often kitten.” 🤍

i hate him with kindness ❤️

I hope you enjoyed lovely sorry if this was bad- 😭😭 i'm new to thisss

[bonvoyagenoona]

Fandom Ship Tag Game

Eeeee @jinpanman​! Your answers were incredible! I found myself giggling and smiling through your responses. I felt all your emotions, haha. Thanks for the tag! And hiiii!

Alright, I took a whack at it!

Note: Potential spoilers for (I feel silly for writing this first one) The Lion King, You’ve Got Mail, Fleabag, Insecure, Harry Potter, Sailor Moon, Gilmore Girls, Supergirl, The Mindy Project, Parks & Recreation, and The Good Place.

First Ship: Simba and Nala from The Lion King

Like Mai, I too came away from this animated film with some feelings to sort out. 🤣 I mean, these are straight-up bedroom eyes!

I really loved this sort of Disney introduction to friends-to-lovers haha. Their whole dynamic was just so fun! But I think it might’ve also helped me see more layers to love. I was only 4 when it came out, but my aunt told me that when we, as was our tradition, walked out of the theater and over to the Burger King to get post-movie Big Kids Meals (because I was a big kid), I surprised her with a response to a question. When she asked me if I was sad when Simba ran away, I said no, because Scar would’ve killed him and been the king instead. Then I wondered if Nala might not have loved Simba if he hadn’t run away, and if princesses always have to marry princes. So, this was the birth of angst.

First OTP: Kathleen Kelly and Joe Fox from You’ve Got Mail

Looking back now as a woman, I see that the relationship isn’t exactly the healthiest? Growing up in arguably the first truly media-heavy culture, I was inundated with the concept of a “perfect body”. So, in a fluffier, romantic world, and in my younger, impressionable mind, I found wonder in the idea of someone falling for you through your words. (Plus, they were just so darn smart, witty, and funny, and it made me a lifelong fan of Nora Ephron’s work!)

Your Ship Since the First Minute: Fleabag and Hot Priest from Fleabag

Phoebe Waller-Bridge is indescribable. Fleabag is everything. You know how I like to carry on. But I cannot express to you how much I learned and felt when I watched this show. Truly. I’m usually a straggler on trends, so if you still haven’t seen it, go watch it now.

Ship(s) You Wish Had Become Endgame: Molly and Andrew / “Asian Bae” from Insecure

I love Insecure so goddamn much it’s insane. It’s the show of my 30s. Of being in your 30s right now. Issa’s voice has been so curious, but kind. Expressive, but reflective. And generous. Molly’s whole arc with expectations about love has been eye-opening, and her character development is superb. Molly and Andrew in particular explored current themes in modern relationships, as well as what a relationship truly is at its core. What you have to give it. How much you have to give. And in some ways, how little. Technically, the show isn’t over yet, but so we don’t know if they’re not endgame, but also, we kind of do, don’t we?

Ship You Wish Was Canon: Harry and Hermione from Harry Potter

I mean, I wrote a fanfic about it, lol. I thought they just made sense, and I like love that just makes sense. Love that fits. After seeing what they went through, I liked the idea of them not starting out on this path, but love growing from those shared experiences.

Ship that Most of the Fandom Hates but You Love: MamoRei from Sailor Moon; Rory and Logan from Gilmore Girls

Wow, this picture, amirite?! 🤣 Obviously Usagi and Mamoru are OTP, but I remember being a little kid and getting so excited to see this dynamic! It was over so soon, rightfully so, but I was left wanting!

With Rory and Logan, I think it’s just about recognizing each other, and really seeing each other. Logan is Jess, contrarian and disillusioned with his past and environment, yet very happy to stay rooted in it. He’s just in a different environment. I think I liked that Logan understood that part of Rory’s life. And I liked how their relationship felt like an adventure. Kind of Rory’s true storybook romance. C’mon. “Ace”? 💔

You Don’t Even Watch the Show, but you Ship It: Supercorp

I literally know nothing, but every time I’d see them pop up somewhere, like on my old tumblr dash or in a commercial, I’d see the shippers, and I’d just feel so warm-hearted! 

Ship You Wish Had a Different Storyline: Mindy and Danny from The Mindy Project

Mindy Kaling brought so many things together for me. She helped me own my own identity. I really loved The Mindy Project. Not really a critique of their time apart, as the character development felt necessary and true to life --- I just love seeing them together, so I’ll always be greedy for more time with them! Also, I just loved the ending song choice. The Chromatics cover of “I’m on Fire”. I can’t tell you how obsessed I was with the original, and I like that Mindy said that she chose that cover because “it was a version of the song they could both get behind”. That detail. Amazing.

Favorite Ship that is Endgame: Leslie and Ben from Parks and Recreation; Chidi and Eleanor from The Good Place

You know what’s interesting? Mike Schur is overwhelmingly responsible for my current take on healthy, happy love. The relationships he builds are so joyous, even in the face of complication or tragedy. Ben and Leslie show how you can be giving of yourself without sacrificing yourself. They display mutual, unconditional support. They already have so much in common, and they still enjoy each others’ “odd” quirks so much that they actively participate in them as well. Strong, unbreakable, unconditional love.

Then you take it out of Pawnee, Indianan and extrapolate that over stretches of vast, incomprehensible time and space? Chidi and Eleanor are essentially that hypothesis of joyous love being tested in simulation after simulation and holding strong. What I so valued from their expression of true, soulful connection, was the examination of when that is over, not because it ended, but because you truly realize you’re becoming something bigger than just the two of you, and that you simply are, as all things are. I still tear up when I think about the finale because it takes such a scary, awful, terrifying thing and somehow brings joy into that, too. Watch The Good Place if you haven’t already. If this hasn’t convinced you, then I’ll say that there’s a reason Namjoon admired it so much.

Tagging: @mochilatae @skyys-universe​ @shyfoxarbiter16 @parkblooming @palpalopaloma @m-yg93​ @reliablemittenmain​ @sunshinerainbowsbts​ @chealsecharm​ and anybody else who’d like to play! 

Clean list to copy: 

first ship

first OTP

your ship since the first minute

ship(s) you wish had become endgame

ship you wish was canon

ship that most of the fandom hates but you love

you don't even watch the show, but you ship it

ship you wish had a different storyline

favorite ship that is endgame

[husbandograveyard]

Eeeee so excited to see your alphabet requests! 😍 congrats one the followers, honey! Could I get B, K, and O for Kid and then X and Y for Killer? I hope I followed the rules correctly! 💕

Coop! A fanfiction kween in my inbox! Thank youuuuu (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ You sparked my interest in this tulip gremlin and his masked friend, and now they are amongst my absolute favorites to write for! ;D Hope you enjoy these, have a wonderful day love!!!

Fluff Alphabet - Kid: B, K, O -  Killer: X, Y 

2nd person. Female reader.  

Kid - B, K, O 

B - beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Kid does not really care about physical appearances as much as character. He falls in love with you as a person, not with your appearance. However, once this man is in love, he’ll feel like you are the most beautiful creature that has ever existed. Any insecurity you might express, he’ll aggressively rebuke. Scars? Cool, you’re tough, he likes that. Think you’re too thin, not curvy enough, or maybe too curvy or heavy? He’ll show you how much he loves your body through actions. Insecure about the color of your eyes/hair? He’ll tell you it’s the prettiest fucking color he’s ever seen. He’s never very tactful about it, but extremely sincere, sometimes even getting upset if you cannot see how beautiful you are to him. 

What he admires in you, is your strength. Your patience. Your ability to keep up with his crew. And your ability to keep up with him, mood swings, temper tantrums and all. He loves that you are opinionated and not afraid to talk back, even when he’s angry. He loves that even though his crew is a bunch of misfits, you accept them all and care for them all equally, without a second thought. He fell for your personality in the first place and that’s what keeps him attracted, no matter what you look like or whatever phases your body may go through. His goal is to be pirate king, but now he’s found a queen to be on his side. 

K - kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kid is … rough, to say it nicely. His kisses are needy, full of lust, leaving you gasping for more and often accompanied by hands eagerly roaming your body. Experienced or not, he is cocky and confident, often grinning in his kisses, happy when he notices that you’re already panting and ready for more after a little time. He will leave your lips swollen and bruised more than often, will not accept being dominated, but he secretly likes it when you try, it’s not like you can win anyway. Bites are not unusual either, but he won’t do that too often, he never intends to actually hurt you or scare you away, but it’s a fine line, and Kid likes to explore and push boundaries. 

The very first kiss takes a while to happen. Kid does not really believe in relationships or needing physical affection, seeing it more as a means to an end and to provide some relief for his most primeval desires, and will take a while to give in to his feelings when there’s something else mixed in: love. You’ll have to push him a bit, letting him know you’re not here to toy with him, you’re in for the long haul and you’re prepared to stick around through bad and worse. Chances are you will actually have to initiate. But once you break that thin seal of carefulness and holding back, the beast is released and we’re back to the beginning. The first kiss is tender for about two seconds before he gets rough. Never turning back. His kisses are more tender when he’s sleepy or drowsy, but don’t tell anyone. 

O - on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid does not fall in love easily. As said above, he’s all for there for some physical relief, but actual love, it takes one hella special person (you) to change his mind. When he finally gives in, boy, are you in for a ride. He is possessive and jealous, so in that way, he’s super vocal. You are his and his alone. You chose him and you should have been well aware of what that meant.

Kid is not really tender, or sweet, but there are these subtle differences in how he behaves around you compared to the rest of the crew. Arguments will be de-escalated easier, he seems to have less of a temper whenever you are near, especially if you’re sitting on his lap or holding him in any way. In fact, once the crew notices this, they take over as many chores as possible from you so you can spend more time with Kid, that way he’s more pleasant for everyone to be around with. 

Kid expresses his feelings through various compliments, albeit a little crude, and is not afraid to state things in front of an audience. Praises for how well you fight and such will be a frequent occurrence, often accompanied by a “That’s my girl”. He’s not above smacking your ass in public and will often have an arm around you if he doesn’t need them to fight or do something else. 

Killer - X, Y 

X - XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Killer is more affectionate and way more gentle than his captain is in a relationship, but it takes him some time to warm up to the whole affection idea. The main hurdle being his mask of course. 

Cuddles can be initiated pretty early on in the relationship, especially in private. Curling up in his big, strong arms is something that quickly became your favorite hobby. Killer likes it when you drag your nails over his muscles while you cuddle. The best cuddle times are right before bedtime and right after you wake up. There’s something intimate about being asleep near each other, after all, you’re both at your most vulnerable then, and just sharing the moment with love. Kissing is more of a hurdle. The mask is in his way. You don’t mind kissing his mask, neck, shoulders, arms, anything else, but you will hint that you’d like to have some of the affections returned. However, you don’t push him and let him do everything at his own pace. The first time he takes his mask off is at night, too dark for you to see anything, but you don’t mind. It gets better and easier for him to do over time, and especially when it is just the two of you and the mask is off, Killer can get quite affectionate. 

Y - yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Killer will prefer having a partner that’s also part of the crew. That way he won’t have to miss you too often, and he won’t have to worry about you while he’s gone. Kid can be impulsive sometimes when it comes to choosing the next island and he doesn’t like not knowing when he’ll see you again. He’s not one for letters either, but if you want to send them, he’ll cherish every single one of them and keep them somewhere safe and out of reach of Kid. 

But, as said before, he’d prefer to have someone on the crew, that way he won’t have to deal with a lot of missing, besides on some missions, but those usually only take a few days, tops. Those days he will just overwork himself a little (not that that’s hard, Kid will always have something for him to do), just to keep his mind off of things. He’s independent and miles above sulking because he misses someone, but he cannot deny that going to bed without your figure to hold, or waking up without a sincere ‘good morning babe’ does feel a little weird. He’ll deny the missing, but will catch himself grabbing supplies for two, or doing things that are now ingrained in his routine because of you, even when they’re unnecessary. 

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EEEEE I adore the second sickly head cannons! ^o^

Thank you for allowing me to be 🍄 !! I love this little blog and cant wait until it blows up! But until then >_>

Maybe some hybrid cannons? Like how Sam is a creeper hybrid, Fundy being a fox/part salmon (no matter how much he denies it) Technos piglin blood, Phil along with Tommy&Wils  avian bloodline, Sapnaps blazyness. Ya know just some domestic head cannons, like how they’d relax and unwind, and taking care of their hybrid side?

Hello again my 🍄-y anon! Your words are too kind to me! I don’t think my little corner of tumblr will ever “blow up” - but I like bringing ideas for anyone who sees them! 

If you saw someone I didn’t include, or want to see more people on the DSMP, I ill happily make a part 2!

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TLDR:

Sam spends his time taking care of stray cats and raccoons(and technically adopted one he named Punk)

Fundy likes baths and honoring his mom

Sapnap just wants a lava bath and to be with his fiancés

Techno likes his hair being played with and to look like the cover of a dark academia novel

Avian bois have different opinions on their wings

Phil is an old man

Wilbur is emotionally detached

Tommy is just trying to take life slow and live that sweet, sweet cottage/goblincore life

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When he was younger, Sam was terrified of cats - full phobia, always running away, scared that, even though he’s a hybrid, that the cats sharp claws will pierce his skin too much and cause him to explode. While this won’t kill him, it... hurts....

However, when Sam met Ponk, Ponk introduced him to cats, Sam became less afraid of them, and even takes care of the stray cats(and raccoons) that are around the prison.

Sometimes, when the nights are especially rough, and being alone in the prison is too much to bare, Sam brings in a specific brown and orange stray cat - feeds it, takes care of it, let it get warm. He makes sure its fur isn’t matted, and their claws are clipped(not declawed, thankfully). And when the cat climbs into his arms, purring, Sam finds himself laughing at how he was once afraid of these adorable fluffballs.

BTW - he named the cat Punk.

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Fundy takes frequent baths or else his fur gets dry and sometimes falls out, and his skin gets all scratchy and dry, and it’s very uncomfortable. Long baths with bubbles, a dim lighting, and some candles keep Fundy happy and relaxed. And when his thoughts get too loud, he plays music on his little radio.

Fundy also likes going to the sea and collecting seashells. They remind him of his mom, and how, before she, well, passed, she use to make him crowns of seashells, seaweed, and pearls. He also asks, whenever he comes across salmon(both common salmons and the merlings), for stories about his mother - if they knew her. She was a very sweet salmon merling, and Fundy has every story written down. Sometimes he reads them - in bed, in the bath, just by the fire, whenever he wants to feel closer to her.

He also carries around fae spoons (spoons made out of seashells and wiring)

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Techno likes when Phil plays with his hair - its comforting, and while Techno isn’t really one for physical touch, he makes the exception for his close friends. When he’s stressed, you can tell cause he takes out his braid and starts messing with his hair. He messes with his hair a lot in prison, mostly cause it comforts him. 

Techno does know how to braid too, although Phil’s hair is a little short (only about to his shoulder). Techno, as a hybrid, doesn’t have a lot of needs or demands, he tends to either relax with training or reading. 

Don’t ever tell anyone else that he likes sitting by a fireplace, cozying up to Steven and/or Phil while they sleep/read to him. Add some tea or hot chocolate, and Techno will be hibernating early.

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Sapnap + lava bath = happy blaze noises

Sapnap also loves cuddles with Karl, having small picnics/tea parties with Karl, laying his head in Karl’s lap while the time traveler tells stories and messes with his hair, can’t forget their small hikes, and collecting cool rocks for their shared collection, or having dinner with Karl.

He misses doing these things with Quackity too

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Our avian bois!

Like all avians, the three have to preen and pluck their feathers to keep them healthy. They can either do this themselves or have help - although it’s a little bit emotionally difficult because, well, you know why you shouldn’t touch your bird’s wings. Lovers/Partners and sometimes very close friends and family can help with preening and plucking - parent avians teach their children how to, after all. But, there are some avians who don’t have such feelings or don’t associate those feelings with wing-touching. 

Anyways - Phil finds plucking and preening relaxing, Wilbur finds it a chore but can’t help but to relax and calm the f*ck down when someone helps him, and both are calming stims for Tommy. 

Phil will mostly do both by himself, but sometimes he asks Techno to help.

Wilbur did both by himself after Sally’s death, and it’s incredibly taboo for him for others to help - he is an avian that associates wing-touching with *ahem*, and has slapped Quackity during an argument when the casino-owner accidentally slapped his hand against them. That ended the argument quickly. 

Tommy isnt as big a hugger as he once was. It’s not that he associates wing-touching with *ahem*, its just that he doesn’t want to bother people. He’s traumatized and this is his stim - he’ll deal with it. It doesn’t help that his wings are under-developed. (Tubbo has helped him before, and, once, Tubbo was having a panic attack and Tommy helped him calm down by having Tubbo pluck his feathers. According to Tubbo, they are very soft)

Individually?

Phil likes relaxing with tea and a good puzzle, taking the dogs on a walk, sometimes riding Bob(Steve’s... brother or boyfriend polar bear) through the forest. Sometimes all you need is peace and quiet.

Wilbur still loves making music, but he doesn’t really have any healthy way to relax. Except, maybe, taking naps hugging a pillow tightly.

Tommy has a few ways to unwind and relax. Gardening is his big one, painting, trying a new hobby (like embroidery, knitting, crochet, painting, poetry, learning to mimic bird calls), playing games with Shroud, watching the sunset, watching the stars, reading, rearranging his very goblincore clay figures for the 100th time. He has a lot of free time, he has to use it somehow. He’s taking life slow. 

But Tommy’s favorite way to rewind?

Mediation. (and sometimes shifting to his desired realities)

Some of his desired realities include the OSMP (but he hasn’t shifted there in a long time), his “funniest videos”, and this strange thing called MCC? 

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*wiggles in delight* Okay, okay, you know it’s the POTC AU again. X3

Last part is here -- whole tag is here -- Lavender’s Blue is a folk song that dates back to the 17th century, but I used a more modern version in the link because it’s honestly the prettiest one I could find -- Leave Her Johnny is a traditional sea shanty, pinpointing it as being from the 18th/19th century, even though I haven’t been able to find a concrete date of when the original version was actually written anywhere, but whatever, who cares -- the myth of Orion and Artemis has several variations, but I just used one of the most popular ones because it fits the narrative -- I love my dear @cursebreakerfarrier and her girl Jules’s relationship with my precious boi Bill so much --

And that’s it! Let’s get right to it!! Eeeee~!!! *goes off and fangirls some more*

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When it comes to dividing loot, one of the central tenants of the Pirate Code set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew -- as well as every other specialized code set by individual pirate captains -- was the idea of everyone getting their fair share of whatever treasure they managed to plunder, with the Captain being awarded ownership of any ships. Thus everyone in the Tower Raven’s fleet as well as the Artemis’s crew was entitled to an equal share of the treasure the Revenge’s crew had stored away on Isle de Muerta the last fifteen years. It took a while to divvy up everyone’s shares, but even with how many people there were, everyone ended up with a respectable share, all the same. Both Jacob and Orion also quickly abdicated their possible claims to the Revenge to Carewyn -- a rather generous offer to some minds, considering it was the fastest galleon on the seven seas, but Carewyn could thoroughly understood why Jacob would want no part of it. If nothing else, he already had a rather impressive fleet, and the Revenge had the same bad memories for her as it did him.

It wasn’t long after the treasure was parsed into equal shares and the Tower Raven’s fleet departed that Bill pulled Jules aside.

“It looks like our little adventure is over,” he said with a faintly wry smile.

“...So it is,” said Jules.

She wasn’t smiling. She tried, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling that Bill was worried about something. Her wary expression made Bill turn a bit more serious too.

“You know Charlie and I won’t be able to return to Port Royal,” he said softly. “Your father could likely pull some strings to keep you from being punished, especially if you claimed we forced you, but...”

“I would never claim that and you know it,” Jules cut him off, her tone very reproachful.

Bill’s brown eyes crinkled up with fondness.

“...I know. That’s why I feel a little better telling you this.”

Taking her hand, he then slowly lowered himself onto one knee. Somewhere behind him, Bill could hear a quickly suppressed gasp of delight from Carewyn, and it made him grin around his scarlet cheeks up at Jules, whose face was also alight with surprise and a darkening flush.

“Juliette Farrier -- you are, without question, the most amazing and wonderful woman I have ever met in my life. You’re braver than a lioness and you never let anything stand in your way, no matter what the squalls. In the words of Psalm 143:8, ‘show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life’ -- ”

His entire face was a brilliant ruby red by this point. He bit his lip briefly, only for his mouth to spread into an even broader smile as he tried to hold in a laugh.

“ -- so...if you could accept a pirate as your husband, over a merchant or even a man of the Church...I swear to stand by your side and love you all my days.”

Jules was visibly overwhelmed. Her face flushed and her eyes flooding with tears, she found herself starting to laugh. Then she flung herself down onto Bill, grabbing hold of him around the neck and cradling his head and shoulders.

“Yes -- yes, of course I will!”

The wedding between Juliette Farrier and William Weasley was a very informal, rushed sort of affair. Since there was no church that would’ve married them and Bill couldn’t do it himself, they held it aboard the Artemis with Orion -- being Captain -- officiating the ceremony. Charlie and Carewyn scrounged through the loot remaining in the cave at Isle de Muerta to find a handsome coat made out of brown leather, a navy blue tricorn hat, a well-shined pair of boots, a rather pretty-looking off-white dress, a gold tiara, and a translucent muslin apron. Carewyn was able to cut the apron into a make-shift veil that she then helped Jules secure in her hair with the tiara.

Orion’s version of a wedding ceremony was distinctly not traditional. Rather than quoting scripture, he made a rather bizarre analogy to beavers. To his credit, it did eventually come around to the idea that they mate for life and they build their own home out of nothing together out of whatever’s available to them, which Carewyn thought was actually rather sweet.

Once the vows were read and the bride and groom shared their first kiss as husband and wife, the crew threw a makeshift wedding party on board the Artemis, with Carewyn singing a song for Bill and Jules’s first dance.

“Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen: Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.”

Once the dance was over, Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around both of them, hugging them both with all of her strength. Soon Charlie had thrown himself into the huddle too, and the four were all clinging to each other, crying and smiling all the while.

“Jules,” Carewyn said seriously, “I want you, Bill, and Charlie to take the Revenge.”

The three all looked taken aback.

“What?” said Charlie.

“It’s the fastest galleon in the entire ocean, and easily the most feared pirate ship as well,” she explained, her eyes trailing from Charlie to Bill to Jules. “It may need some fixing -- I daresay it’d be a good idea to actually patch up those leaks with more than just magic, and I figure you’ll want to christen it with a new name...but...”

Her blue eyes drifted down to Jules’s shoulder.

“...If you must be considered criminals, with no chance of reprieve...then I don’t want the Navy to ever, ever catch you. I want you on a vessel so strong and so fast...that I can never catch up to you again.”

Bill, Charlie and Jules all stared at Carewyn, their eyes filling up with emotion seeing how strong of a face Carewyn was trying to put on, despite the pain she no doubt felt. Then Jules secured her arm more tightly around Carewyn’s shoulders, resting her forehead beside her friend’s affectionately.

“And if you must stay behind...then I want you to know that we’ll always...always come for you, Carey.”

Charlie nodded, resting his own head on Carewyn’s shoulder as he squeezed her shoulder. “Always.”

Bill’s eyes were streaming with tears. He seemed too overcome by his emotions to speak, so instead he brought up a hand and smoothed some hair out of his best friend’s face, placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. Carewyn trailed a hand through his hair to comfort him.

“Look...after Percy for us?” Bill murmured in her ear, his voice choked with tears.

Carewyn blinked back her tears as best she could. “Of course.”

Not long later, Captain Jules Weasley boarded the newly christened Revolution with her First Mate and husband Bill and her Quartermaster and brother-in-law Charlie, and the three set off for Tortuga. Orion and the crew of the Artemis had arranged to meet them there and help them with ship repairs, since it would likely only take a scooner like the Artemis an extra day to reach Tortuga after dropping Carewyn off on an island frequented by rum runners, rescued, and returned to the Navy.

The next few days aboard the Artemis was rather more relaxed than on the voyage to Isle de Muerta. Everyone was in pretty good spirits thanks to the significant pay-out, so the nights were spent on deck drinking lots of rum and singing old pirate favorites like Spanish Ladies and Yo Ho A Pirate’s Life for Me. (That last one Carewyn was even able to coax Orion onto his feet and dance with her for, and the rather drunk crew was absolutely beside themselves with laughter, seeing the broad smile and dark flush on their tipsy captain’s face.)

On the last night of their voyage, however, as the sun went down, Orion did not join the festivities. The crew wasn’t too perturbed by it, as he apparently often stayed off to the side rather than get as active as he had that previous night. Despite this, though, McNully still lifted himself up into the rigging and paid Orion a visit at the helm while the rest of the crew drank and sang down below.

“Penny for your thoughts, Orion?” he asked amusedly.

Orion glanced up at McNully serenely. “Oh, merely...meditating on what would’ve happened, had the Scorpion not appeared.”

“The Scorpion?” repeated McNully, as he cocked an eyebrow.

Orion nodded up at the sky, to a certain cluster of stars.

“The Scorpion -- Scorpio. I wonder what would have happened if Apollo had not sent him to sting the heel of the hunter Orion -- what might have been his fate, then.”

McNully glanced from the constellation to down at Orion, frowning slightly.

“Well...he would’ve kept hunting with Artemis, I suppose,” he said slowly, “like he did before.”

“Yes...but would he have been able to do that ad infinitum? Would they have been able to hunt together, side by side, for the rest of Orion’s life, until he’d lived to a ripe old age? Or, like it’s said happened to the goddess Calypso...would it be too difficult for a goddess and a mere man to walk the same path for more than a short while...when the paths set before them are destined to diverge?”

Orion’s voice was very detached, but McNully knew him well enough that he could hear the quiet intensity in his voice. This thought exercise of his had been more than simple meditation, this McNully was sure of.

The First Mate considered Orion for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“...Well...I suppose that’s something Artemis and Orion would’ve probably had to plot out themselves, if it’d come to that. Reckon those sorts of things are always a 50-50 thing, no matter who the players are.”

Orion glanced at McNully out the side of his eye. “‘Those sorts of things?’”

“Yeah -- heart-related things. In the story you’re talking about, Orion was the only man Artemis ever loved, right?”

Orion’s dark eyes flickered down to the crew below. “...Aye.”

“Well, love kind of involves communication, so I’ve heard,” said McNully amusedly, “and while I’m no expert in love, I do pride myself on my communication skills. And from where I stand, I’d say that it’s up to those people to decide whether what they’ve got is more important than what ‘path’ they’re meant for or not. And unless there’s action on one or both people’s parts, there’s a 99.5% chance that both them and everyone around them will be left wondering forever what could’ve been.”

Orion didn’t answer. McNully followed his gaze down to the newly redressed Commodore Carewyn on the deck, who was leading the rest of the crew in a sea shanty.

“Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high... Leave her, Johnny, leave her! She shipped it green and none went by, And it's time for us to leave her.

Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow, And it's time for us to leave her.”

Orion’s eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, darkening with an emotion that McNully couldn’t place -- then, rather swiftly, he turned and headed for the stairs that led down to the main deck.

“I’ll take the first watch in the crow’s nest, McNully,” he said levelly. “Please see that the crew finishes up soon, so that we can start our nightly rounds.”

“...Aye, aye, Captain.”

The crew didn’t pay mind to the Captain walking past them on his way to the crow’s nest, but Carewyn couldn’t help but notice that he avoided any of their eyes.

Not long after, the crew all started getting ready to go to sleep down below in their makeshift cots and hammocks. Carewyn, however, was too disconcerted by Orion’s behavior and couldn’t help but approach McNully. When she did, he merely shrugged and told her not to worry -- Orion liked to go up to the crow’s nest alone to meditate, and it didn’t always mean he was in a bad mood. All the same, Carewyn decided to stay on deck and take the watch with Orion.

McNully considered her for a moment, before he finally added an aside to her.

“While he’s meditating, there’s only about a 45% chance he’ll talk to you. But...keep in mind that there’s only about a 25% chance that he’d talk to me. ...I reckon those are odds worth chancing.”

And so Carewyn made her way up into the crow’s nest. She found Orion there, resting his arms on the railing of the crow’s nest with his eyes closed and head bowed.

She settled herself next to him, resting her arms on the railing beside his. At first she was reluctant to speak, considering how clearly focused he was despite his eyes being closed. Then, at last, the Commodore finally brushed her newly retied ponytail over her shoulder and settled on asking him.

“...Would you prefer me to not say anything, while we watch together?”

Orion was quiet for a moment. Then, without opening his eyes, he murmured, “...You could sing something.”

Carewyn smiled slightly. “All right. Any requests?”

“‘A Maid in Bedlam.’”

It hadn’t taken him long to come up with it. Carewyn’s smile spread a bit, before she looked out at the sea and sang it for him. 

“Just as she sat there weeping, her love, he came on land. Then, hearing she was in Bedlam, he ran straight out of hand -- He flew into her snow-white arms, and thus replied he: ‘I love my love because I know my love loves me.’

She said, ‘My love, don't frighten me, are you my love or no?’ ‘Oh yes, my dearest Nancy, I am your love, also. I have returned to make amends for all your injury... I love my love because I know my love loves me.’

So now these two are married, and happy may they be, Like turtle doves together, in love and unity.

All pretty maids, with patience wait, that have got loves at sea -- I love my love because I know...my love...loves...me."

A ghost of a smile had settled into the corners of Orion’s lips as he listened. When Carewyn finally finished, he opened his eyes and looked out at the horizon.

“Did you sing that song, while you were on the Revenge?” he murmured.

Carewyn looked at him in surprise.

“...How did you know?”

“A mermaid was singing the song around our ship one night while we were bound for Isle de Muerta. She said she’d learned the song from a maid locked in the brig of a pirate ship.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened in understanding. She looked back out at the sea too, her expression becoming a little more serious.

“...While I was on the Revenge,” she said softly, “I...well, I wasn’t myself, at points. I was scared, and angry...and that night...”

Her eyes darkened.

“...That night...was the worst of all of them. I don’t even know how I fell asleep. But I did, and...sure enough...there you were.”

Orion looked up, startled. Carewyn’s lips were spread in something of a bittersweet smile even though her gaze was still on the sea.

“I said you appeared in my dreams at random, but I don’t think that’s wholly true,” she admitted. “You wouldn’t appear whenever I felt cheerful or excited. Instead you always seemed to appear...whenever I was drowning. Whenever I was in a dark place...hopeless and useless. Whenever I most felt...like I deserved to be alone.”

It was strange saying any of this aloud. It made Carewyn feel oddly fragile and vulnerable. With a swallow, she put on the bravest smile she could as she forced herself to meet Orion’s eyes.

“...I guess...whenever I end up in that place...remembering when I was able to help you...it helps, somehow. It...orients me, like a compass. It helps me remember how much better I feel about myself, knowing that I can take care of others.”

Orion stared at Carewyn, his mouth slightly open as his eyes searched her expression. They rippled with an intense emotion, but Carewyn couldn’t quite place it -- was it empathy? Pain? Longing? Relief?

His kohl-lined eyes drifted down to his belt. Then, carefully, he detached his little black-lidded compass from his belt and held it up in both hands so she could see it.

“Would you like to hear the tale of how I first acquired this compass?” he asked.

Carewyn looked down at it curiously and nodded.

“It was a gift,” said Orion. “A gift from a king, who was captured by an enemy kingdom and then sold into slavery. He ended up on a ship owned by the East India Trading Company, bound for the Caribbean...a ship I’d joined as a cabin boy. I was fourteen, going under the name ‘Smith,’ as it was the only name I’d been given at the time, besides ‘boy.’

“Not long after the ship set sail, I overheard the king planning a slave revolt against the sailors on board -- and I had to make a choice. 1, I could report what I heard to the captain...or 2, I could say nothing. Instead I picked a third option -- I helped him. I left his manacles a little too loose that night and told him where he could safely maroon the sailors who didn’t want to stay. So when the revolt happened...the king dropped off the entire crew except me. I agreed to stay long enough to help him sail home, since he and his people didn’t have any experience sailing a British ship. The king named me his First Mate and asked me to call him by his given name...Amari.”

Carewyn's eyes widened in amazement. Orion smiled gently at the look on her face and nodded, before his expression grew much more serious again.

“It wasn’t long after, however, that Cutler Beckett -- the man who owned the slave ship -- sent pirate hunters out to retrieve his ‘stolen cargo.’ On our way back to the Ivory Coast, we were locked in a sea battle, and Amari was mortally injured. As he lay on the deck, he made me promise to take his family home...and once I did...he gave me his compass. I used it to safely sail us away from the pirate hunters and drop the crew off close to home, before I took the next ship out of Africa, which plopped me down in the Caribbean.

“When I landed in Port Royal, however, news had already reached the Navy positioned there of my ‘theft of Company property.’ I was immediately locked in irons, branded, and set to be hanged the following morning. I barely remember now how I managed to shake off the soldiers escorting me to the jail, but sure enough, I did...”

Orion’s dark eyes softened slightly -- he reached out to take both of Carewyn’s hand and place the compass gently in her hands, his own hands cupping around hers so that she’d hold it.

“...And, as fate would have it...ran straight into you.”

Carewyn’s wide blue eyes ran over his face in disbelief.

She’d heard so many bizarre tales of the infamous Orion Amari and his exploits, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember having heard anything about how he became a pirate in the first place. And to hear now that it was all because he’d helped a ship full of slaves return home...to keep a promise he’d made to someone he’d clearly respected...

She’d known Orion was a good man -- but she realized that before that moment, she’d had no concept just how good.

Her eyes softened upon the compass in their joined hands.

“...It’s no wonder you’ve kept it even after it broke, then,” she said gently. “It’s truly very special.”

Orion’s dark eyes rippled over her face. “Aye...but it’s never been broken, however much it hasn’t worked for me, recently.”

Carewyn blinked in confusion.

“My compass does not point North -- nor has it ever done so,” he explained. “Instead...it points to whatever you want most in this world. If you wished to find treasure, it would point you to it. If you wished to escape, it would point you to safety. If you wished to sail homeward ...it would point the way.”

Carewyn glanced down at the compass and then back up at Orion’s face, feeling a bit skeptical despite herself. The pirate captain’s mouth spread in an amused smile.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that,” said Carewyn primly. “It’s just...hard to believe...”

She once again looked down at the compass and then back up at him.

“...Is that really true?”

Orion’s eyes twinkled. “Every word.”

Carewyn considered him for a moment carefully, her eyes scanning his face as she thought this over.

“...So I suppose the reason it’s not working for you...is you don’t know what you want?”

Orion’s face grew a lot more solemn.

“On the contrary,” he said softly. “It’s more...that my heart is so focused on one thing...it’s made it so the compass, in my hands, will point nowhere else. Ever since you escaped the Artemis...it’s been locked in place.”

His hands adjusted on top of hers holding his compass, his thumbs resting on the sides of her wrists.

Carewyn’s gaze fell down to their joined hands -- then, her eyes slowly widening, she looked back up at Orion.

“...When you came to Port Royal...”

Orion inclined his head. “The compass was pointing me there.”

“And...Isle de Muerta...”

“I only found because the compass was pointing me there, too.”

Orion’s voice was still as level as ever, but he suddenly looked quite a bit paler. Something in the back of his calm, serene eyes seemed oddly tentative -- insecure.

Carewyn stared at him, hardly daring to believe it. If she was understanding Orion correctly, then...the thing his compass had been pointing toward...

...was her.

Her heart had swelled to a seemingly impossibly large size in her chest, almost painfully so. It made Carewyn unsure of what even to say or do -- she couldn’t contain her emotions, and was forced to cover her face in both hands, cutting herself off as she struggled to regain her composure.

At long last, she took a breath.

“‘She said...‘my love, don’t frighten me...are you...my love, or no?’”

Orion straightened up visibly as she slid her hands from her face, beaming up at him with perhaps the most emotional, most beautiful smile he’d ever seen on her face.

“‘...Oh yes, my dear Orion...I am your love, also.’”