#he had to go back ALONEEEEE

[zannolin]

one utterly deranged choice they made that i FULLY support in the votdt movie is caspian going to the edge of the world with them. in the books he got left on the ship while everyone else went on and that was that but in the movie, he didn't. and my god. my god, i can't stop thinking about that. he went on, but not all the way. he went to the very edge of the world and he came back alone. reepicheep went on. the pevensies went home. caspian watched the closest he had left to family leave FOREVER and then he rowed back to the ship. alone. what the FUCK.

[starry-miki]

Spoilers for Lesson 53!

respectfully I would bop Mephistopheles for that comment 😃

He had no reason to be so mean leave him aloneeeee 😭

Alright that’s all I gotta say I’m go back to the shadow realm see y’all in December 😘

[heavyhitterheaux]

Sunday Service

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, saweetie, theestallion, urbanwyatt, jaysontatum, druski2funny, privategarden, and 1,286,004 others

y/ninsta: I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkk. Did you miss me? Sunday Service dropping Friday. Pre save it now! 😘💕

normani: well it's about damn time! saweetie: we stan. what paprika gonna say about this one? blancahood: PAPRIKA?!?! HELPPPPPPPPPP theestallion: can't wait for this, I know my good sis is about to EAT y/ninsta: saweetie you are a hot ass mess and you know it lmao dualipa: glad to see that jackharlow is letting you out the house more these days jackharlow: now why am I in it? dualipa don't start with me today, my kids got me stressed out enough and you are NOT helping claybornharlow: produced by the one and only little baby saweetie: y/ninsta I call it like I see it. We make pretty bitch music and there's nothing but talent on this end. can't say the same thing about her. Tryna throw shade and I'm about to throw the whole damn rainforest. don't come for my bestie who isn't thinking about you jackandy/naremyparents: MUVA is backkkkkkk!!! dualipa: jackharlow send them my way and I guarantee you that they are about to be on their best behavior jackharlow: dualipa not with the youngest one starting to bite people y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! she was probably hungry and we know you can't cook. not too much on my youngest now. druski2funny: I knew from the beginning that those triplets were going to be problem children y/ninsta: druski2funny leave my babies aloneeeee the only problem child I have is jackharlow jessicakelce: saweetie said what she said and ate and left no crumbs y/ninsta: saweetie only one of us is going to be here for the long run and it's the one who's married to jackharlow 😜 allthingsy/n: talk yo shit mamas, at least we know you can back it up jackharlow: everyday I stray further and further from knowing what peace feels like and not you calling me a problem child smh saweetie: y/ninsta OOP let her know! between her and the girl that has a daddy with no neck, they coming for the wrong person urbanwyatt: saweetie NOT THE DADDY WITH NO NECK quiiso: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 y/ninsta: jackharlow love you smush 😘

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y/ninsta: every time yall book me with them hoes it's gon be big drama 🤭🤭

blancahood: here for the pettiness and the pettiness only y/ninsta: blancahood I'm innocent sis saweetie: y/ninsta well I'm not. STREAM SUNDAY SERVICE!!!! 2forwoyne: GET IN THE BOOTH BITCH theestallion: hard work and grinding pays off. what a luxury it is to shoot up the charts by being a tik tok rapper without actual talent. when I see her imma tell her to freestyle on the spot. jessicakelce: theestallion don't set yourself up to be disappointed like that lmao cardib: yall messy in these comments and I'M HERE FOR IT allthingsy/n: one thing's for sure and two thing's for certain, y/ninsta's girls are always going to have her back sza: now we all know y/ninsta can fight and I would never want to be on the receiving end soooo good luck with that lol y/ninsta: sza that is the old me! I'm mature now! jackharlow: y/ninsta this morning you tried to fight the delivery guy because he dropped your package y/ninsta: jackharlow he damn near threw that shit. it had FRAGILE written on it and he was acting like he couldn't read. not my damn fault. he was asking for it. jackharlow: ladies and gentlemen, my wife y/ninsta urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I fully support your actions jackharlow: urbanwyatt DON'T ENCOURAGE HER claybornharlow: y/ninsta I support you too, forever and always y/ninsta: the people love me, jackharlow get with the program jackharlow: y/ninsta just terrorizing me since day one smh y/ninsta: jackharlow would it help if I told you that your money paid for what was in the package? jackharlow: beat his ass

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y/ninsta: when you ask your husband to send you a selfie because you miss him. Look at my pookie 🥹

I love you long time big baby 😘💕

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 jaysontatum: he knows where home is y/ninsta: jayson, don't you muthafuckin start with me urbanwyatt: the girlies are fightinggggggggg druski2funny: wait, what about me?! y/ninsta: keyword: HUSBAND. as in he's MINE. go and find yall own smh jackharlow: y/ninsta remember that one time you told me to try and return you without the receipt? the receipt being our marriage certificate that you tried to set on fire when you were drunk? y/ninsta: jackharlow that is my past and therefore I do not live there anymore saweetie: lmaooooooooo urbanwyatt: all I remember is her having matches and running with them as jackharlow was jumping over couches to try and stop her. good times. jackharlow: urbanwyatt you would encourage this smh urbanwyatt: jackharlow that's my bestie and imma stick beside her jackharlow: urbanwyatt AND I'M NOT? urbanwyatt: jackharlow you are, I just love to see her terrorizing you jackharlow: smh it be your own first born y/ninsta: two more days until I get to see my big babyyyyyyy jackharlow: you better be ready for me 👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready 👀

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y/ninsta: oh look, it's my husband 😍😍😍

You are such a dad now and that's what the outfit is giving lmao jackharlow 🤣🤣

jackharlow: these damn kids got me fighting for my life smh y/ninsta: jackharlow and yet you want more? jackharlow: y/ninsta we're having a basketball team y/ninsta: jackharlow in what universe and with whose vagina? saweetie: you gonna fold one way or another. you always do. y/ninsta: saweetie don't encourage him urbanwyatt: the fact that he was almost late because of baby number three y/ninsta: urbanwyatt she is the no limit soldier lmao jack can't tell her no because she looks like him, but acts like me dualipa: y/ninsta if you need me to save you, blink twice jessicakelce: dualipa lmaooooooo jackharlow: dualipa you, y/ninsta, claybornharlow and my kids be the reason I'm stressed all the time and I don't like it claybornharlow: I am literally just sitting here minding my business jackharlow: claybornharlow THIS TIME and this is a rare occurrence y/ninsta: cut it out you two! smh, I'm already raising enough children between my triplets, jack, my pets, and pg 2forwoyne: now what did we do this time?! y/ninsta: 2forwoyne idk, but I'll find out soon enough because I always do jackharlow: y/ninsta not you calling me one of the children again y/ninsta: jackharlow a mother's job is never done, maggieharlow BACK ME UP maggieharlow: y/ninsta I did what I could with him, and he's your responsibility now lol jackharlow: not yall throwing me under the bus smh saweetie: jackharlow they more so catapulted you lmao

[bazooka-overkill]

MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY���🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

[natalynsie]

Hi can you do a part two on Turqouise Hearts (Tomco Oneshot). I hope it's not too much to ask

Since @artqueens-stuff asked, here's chapter two. Glad you liked the first chapter babe. I hope this isn't too short, I've had a lot of homework recently. But anyways, enjoy.

Chapter Two

Marco looked up a bit more, just to blush harder and bury his face in his knees again.

“Oh my gosh, really?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Tom admitted, sitting by a wall next to Marco. “I think it started while we were fighting Meteora. I didn’t really notice for a while though. I didn’t tell her, but it’s part of the reason I broke up with Star.”

“Wow…” Marco voiced, looking back up again.

“Don’t leave me hanging like that. You need to tell me when you started liking me.”

“Well, uh, I think it was a little bit before you did. I didn’t want to get in the way of you and Star, and I hadn’t come out either way.”

“Why didn’t you come out?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know, it just never felt like the time was right. Now, why didn’t you come out?”

“Honestly, I thought you knew,” Tom laughed. “I’m pan. I guess I just never felt like I had to tell. We don’t really do the whole sexuality thing in the underworld… so…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Tom sighed. “But, uh, if you like me and I like you, do you think we could… date?” He reached a hand out to Marco and loosely grabbed onto his wrist.

Marco blushed and slipped his hand into Tom’s. “Yeah, I’d like that. Do you think we should tell Star and everyone?”

“If you want to. I kinda want to show you off.” He gave Marco a playful shove.

“Stop, you’re killing me. But yeah. I’d like to tell everyone. Should we text them to tell them it’s over?”

“Star told me to call her, so I’ll do that,” He pulled out his mirror, clicking on Star’s contact. It rang for a few moments before Star picked up.

“Heyyy, are we in the clear? Or are you calling us because Marco escaped? Please let it be the first.”

“We’re in the clear. Now hurry home, we gotta have a talk.”

“Oh no. On our way.”

She hung up, and it wasn’t long until a pair of dimensional scissors opened a portal into the living room.

“Star! Did you take my dimensional scissors?” Marco asked, angry.

“Maybe. It was just in case!”

Marco grumbled and stood up.

“What happened, anyways?”

“I wanna know all the juicy details,” Janna declared.

“Shut up Janna, this is serious.”

“Nothing bad happened,” Tom said. “Actually, something pretty good happened.

Marco folded his arms in front of his chest in embarrassment, and Tom nudged him. A silent way of telling him to come out already.

“Um… I’m bi. And we’re dating now.”

“I knew it! Now give me the juicy details!” Janna demanded.

“You knew?” Marco asked.

“I know everything about you, I thought you knew this.”

“Ughhh, I forgot how annoying you are.”

“I’ll always be here to remind you, Diaz.”

“Really?” Star finally spoke. “Wait. What did Marco do to get this to happen?”

“He was acting pretty gay when he got out of his room,” Tom stated. “But I didn’t know he liked me until he accidentally admitted it afterwards.”

“Aww, that’s so cute,” Star smiled.

“Kill me now,” Marco mumbled.

“About time,” Janna deadpanned. “But anyways, I gotta go. It’s taco night.”

Janna waved and walked out the door.

“I’ll just leave you two aloneeeee,” Star smiled, running up the stairs.

Marco grabbed the back of his neck, and Tom turned towards him.

“Well, I have to get going too,” Tom stated, and Marco frowned a bit. “But– can I have a goodnight kiss first?”

Marco blushed for the third time that day, and turned to Tom. “Yeah.”

Tom gently held his face and bent down slightly to place a small kiss on Marco’s lips.

“See you, Diaz,” He said, stepping into a portal of fire.

“Bye Lucitor,” Marco waved, walking up to his bedroom.

[sharky-the-idiot]

elphaba,shUT U P!

FIRST OF ALL

I can't hArBOuR a fUgiTiVe, i am an

✨unelected official✨

and why SHOULD I help you?

you flyyy around oz trying to rescue

Animals 🙄🙄🙄🙄

you've nEvER even mEt

and not ONCE have you ever thought to use your pOWeRs to rescue ME!

ALLL of my life, I've depended on you!

HOWwwWw do you think that feeels?

all of my life, I've depended on youu

And this hIDeoUs chair with wheeEeels

S c r o u n g i n g for scraps of p i t y to pick up

and l o ngi ng to kiCK UP my heeeeeeeeeeeeeels

Nessa, there isn't a ✨spell✨ for everything The... the ✨power✨ is ✨mysterious✨, it not like ✨cobbling up✨ a pair of... ✨WAIT!✨

✨Ambulahn Dare Pahto Pahpoot✨

What are you doing????

✨Ambulahn Dasca Caldapess✨

What does that M E A N?????

✨Lahfenahto Lahfenahtum✨ ✨Pede Pede Caldapess✨ ✨Ambulahn Dare✨ ✨Pahto Pahpoot✨ ✨Lahfenahto Lahfenahtum✨ ✨Pede Pede Caldapess✨

OHH! My sHOEs! They feel like they're on fiYAH! What have you done to my shoOOOOOESS?

....

N O ! No, don't help me >:(

Oh ✨NeSsa✨, at last!!!! i've done what ✨long ago✨ I should And ✨finally✨ from these ✨powers✨ something ✨good✨ f i n a l l y somethinggg ✨good✨-

B O Q

tiNgA liNg a LiNG

bOQQQQQQ, COME QUICKLY

yes, what is it, madam governor--

YOUU U!

BrAnDisHeS KnIfE

sTAAAYYYY baCK

boq, it's mE i'm not going to hurt you-

you're L YY Y I NG

THAT'S ALL YOU DO

YOU AND YOUR SISTER

SHE IS AS

W I C K E D

AS YOU ARE

boq, what are you talking about???

i'm talking about my LIFE

..the little that's left of it

i'm not FREE to leave MuNchKiNLaNd :"(

n o n e of us are <//3

ever since s h e took power, she's been

STRIPPING THE MUNCHKINS

of our

rights

..and we didn't have that many to begin with :///

and do you.

know.

why

to keep you here with me :)

but NONE of tHaT matters anymore!!

l o o k

(✨l e g s✨)

......

...you... did this for her?

For BOTH of us!

oh n e s s a......

this changes EVERYTHING :"D

I know :)

nessa!

Yes? :)

oh n e s s a...... SURELY now i'll matter lessss to youuu and you won't mind my

😍😍🥰😍LEAVING HERE😍🥰😍😍

toniiIIiiIIght,,

l eA V IN G--??

Y E S 🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍

that bAlL that's being staged announcing

G l i n d a

is enGAGEDDD

To FIIIIIYYEEEEEEERRRROOOOOOO

G L I N D A ? ? ?

yes nessa!

,,,that's right

i've GOT to go appeeeeal to herrr, express the way I feeeeeel for herrrrr

..n e s s a, I

lost my heart

to Galinda from the moment I first saw her.

....you know that

.................

..lost your heart?

wellll, we'll sEe about thaaaat

✨ n e s s a✨ , let him ✨ go✨

did you think i'd let you lEAVE ME HERE FLAT???

D O N 'T COME ANY CLOSER-

YOU'RE GOINGT O

LOSE YOUR HEART

TO MEEEE, I TELL YOU

IF I HAVE TO--

...i have to...

..mAgiC sPeLl yOu

aH... tUmM---

n e s s a, ✨ no✨ , it's ✨ dangerous.✨

cORe,, tUM?

what's she doing?

AH TUM

You're ✨ pronouncing the words✨ all ✨ wrong✨ ...

TAH,,, taYK-

i'm warning you!! don't try to stop me--!

oh!

✨ oh no✨

n e s s a !!11!!1!!!!

B O Q

what is it?????

myyyyy h ea rt...

..it feels...

it feels like it's shRinKiiiIIIIIING-!

Oh, ELPHABA, do something!!

I ✨can't✨. You can't ✨reverse✨ a ✨spell✨ once it's been ✨cast✨

Then what do we do?! This is all

YOUR FAULT!

If you had not shown me that

horrenible

b o o k -

i've ✨got to✨ find another ✨sPeLl✨. It's the ✨only thing✨ that might work

Save him

please

just save him

MY poor B O Q

mY sWeET, my bRaVe himMMmmM

Don't leave me

'til my sorry life has ceEEEeeased

ALONEEEEE and LOVELESS here

just the gurlll in the miIIIRRROR

Just her and me!

Wicked Witch

ooOOOOF thee

EEEEEEE-AAAAST!

...We deserve each other...

,,he's ✨asleep✨

G AS P

what about his H E A R T?

it's ✨alright✨..

he won't need one now.

i ✨have to go✨ to the ✨eMerALd CiTy✨

(✨DLINNN DENUNEHNUNUH✨)

what happened to those mOnKEyS is

✨MY FAULT✨

i've got to set them ✨free✨-

YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK THERE TO SAVE SOME

M ON K E YS

you're going to find

✨fIIiiIIIYEeeeeEEEEErrRRROOOOOOO✨

but it's too late >:(

ELPHABA P L E A S E

don't LEAVE HIM

i have done ✨everything i could✨ for ✨you✨

and it hasn't been enough

and ✨nothing✨ ever will be.

elphaba wait--

E L P H A B A

grUUguguuuAHHJJHJJhgghhhHHg

...where am i...?

......

what happened?

umM... ✨nOtHiNG✨!

you just felll asleeeep-

ZSCHWOMMMM

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-

WHAT IS IT?? WHAT'S WRONG???

ITWASN'TME ITWAS

H E R

ITRIEDDDTOSTOPHER--

wh-- aaAAAAAAAAAUGHH-

BOQ, PLEASE-- I STILl--...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGHHHH--

IT WAS

ELPHABA,

BOQ!

IT WAS

ELPHABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(okay i lied i wasn't done)

erm so uhh erm erm uh uh uhhhh I dunno how to respond so mwa <3 /p

[unsadgalriri]

December 28, 2024

I've been so bad at keeping record of my life for a while. I feel like I've missed so many big events in my life that I wish I had a record of, but it's okay because I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. I guess some things are meant to be for me only; safe from even this journal. I love this journal. I love going back to reread things and to see how I have changed as I've grown. I've changed so much. So much. Often times I still feel like 21 year old me is still in there. Of course he is. 17 year old me is still in there too. But it's been hard shedding my skin and stepping into this new version of myself. I fear change. Stability makes me feel safe. I like having a routine, but as I have come to learn, as I am currently realizing, nothing is certain. Nothing is stable. Nothing at all. C'est la vie. It's okay. Adaptability is so important, but it has just been SO hard letting go. Part of me misses being sad and depressed all of the time. It was my comfort. I hated it, but it was all I knew. Lately I've been feeling some type of way. I find it ironic because I've been in such a bad mood, and I sit here and reminisce on my crazy days and how I miss being depressed, but whenever I get even an inkling, even a lil crumb of the feeling I used to get back then, it like, ruins me. It's such a deep dissatisfaction. And then I tell myself that it isn't good for me. I am learning how to control my emotions. It may seem juvenile or stupid, but I am so happy that at 24, I have been actively working towards healing the damage my parents and my family have caused me. I am headed towards something great.

I am currently sitting in the designated smoking area at work. I just took a smoke break and lit myself up a cute little Yellow American Spirit. I fuckin hate cigarettes, I just like smoking lol. It's so peaceful. So ritualistic and I think that that's what I like about smoking. It's so baddd. Anyways, work has been cool. It's just Liz and I today. I worked so hard yesterday that today I just be sitting at my desk not giving a fuck and taking my time. This bitch Melissa pissed me off so bad yesterday. Like bitch estas metida en todo menos tu puto trabajo. BITCH??? Leave me aloneeeee. Like girl I was trying to do my homework in the GRC and this hoe kicked me out. Rules are meant to be broken hoe. I am just learning what I dont like in managers and that's exactly what I'm not gonna do. I like rules, but some of them really are meant to be broken. My consulting project got extended. So while everyone else is finished with school and has their degrees awarded, I had to take an I to prolong my project to finish it. I am a little annoyed, but this really is a blessing in disguise. I have learned that nothing is on accident. It will pay off. I'm just really stressed out because I still have to finish my lit review LOL. My stupid ass. I've always worked better under pressure anyways. And Shunka has been so helpful. I feel bad tho because she has been doing so much of the work. She's s great though I am going to get her a nice little gift at the end of this. I am so blessed. I tend to still compare myself to others, but I am on the right path. I trust God.

I'm gonna go see Nosferatu tonight. I'm excited to see it with Alex and Celio! We went to Weho last night and I got so trashed lol. I be getting allergic reactions to alcohol now WTF??? Anyways, my break is almost over and I have to go back now. One more ciggie before tho...

[anendoandfriendo]

"🖤's too casual. He would never make it taking these calls himself, yeah?"

*opens the call recording/grading platform to check last week's call grade*

*it is an 100*

*checks the case number. it is a call about the device navigation to change a particular setting, which is a notoriously stressful question for most of us for some reason*

"WHAT THE FUCK??"

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For context, he's been constantly asking us to let him take front because. Some of us are literally shaking/in pain from the stress. His excuse is if he can't go back, he should find something to do. Good lord.

Putting a customer on hold, looking through resources for a hot second, and then going "for God's sake, doing X might be easier" OUT LOUD SO QA CAN HEAR IT. HOW DID WE NOT GET DOCKED FOR THAT. BECAUSE THE CUSTOMER COULDN'T HEAR IT??? is something he'd absolutely do. And he did. 😭😭😭

"Can you open the menu for me please?" is such a 🖤-ass statement, if 🖤 was in customer service and technical support, which we guess he is now. My dude, that tone is...not like most of us. 😭😭😭 Most of us would have just told the customer to open the menu and described what it looks like. 😭😭😭

He also cuts his sentences off differently enough 🤍 was wondering why we were acting so fucking weird, realized we were listening to the first 100 call we have had in MONTHS, and then left us aloneeeee haha.

🤍 will not touch our job with a 50 foot pole, which is even funnier to us since they're both usually so damn inseparable.

[megdoesstuff]

YEAAAA 2ND PART THOUGHTS 😭😭 I AM SO SORRY LMAO

IT'S THEM!!!! KNEW THEY'D COMEEEE THEY HAD TOOOOO THEY'RE BACK!!!!!!!

hell no. NONONOLLDOSOZO GWENDY NO

SHE CAN'T DIE KATZYQHZH

oof they went to save her and she went to save him HOPEFULLY,,,,, HOPEFULLY THEY'LL BE FINE 😞😞

OH. OH?? BITCH OF A QUEEN ATEE WITH THIS ONE AT LEAST

that's one fuck we didn't need that's gone, gonna sleep a little better at night 🥰

OHHHHHHH BUT GIRLLLLL

GIRL KILLING HER WAS NOT THE SOLUTION.......... AND NOW KILLING R AINT THE SOLUTION EITHERRR SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING 😭😭

FUCK YES

FINALLY, MF GOT WHAT HE DESERVED NOW GO AWAY

FALL OFF THE ROOF OR SMTH JUST LEAAAAAVE THEMM ALONEEEEE

hell no. NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

WHY IS HE STILL ALIVEEEEE JUST DIE ALREADYYY GOD DAMNIT

HOBIE 😭😭 HE'S DESPERATE OMG IT'S BREAKING MY HEARTTTT JUST LET HIM BE

"No more sacrifices" THAT INCLUDES YOU DON'T DO IT DON'T NO HELL NO STOP

i died. mentally. during that scene. SOBBING I CAN'T EVEN- URHESGSGQH

JUST OMFGJSVZQGMSKAAAHAHQHAAA

IM GOING INSANE U CANT DO THISSSSSS

YES!!!!!!! SHE SWAMMMM SHE SWAM OH MY GOD SHE'S ALIVE!!! WHEN HE HE HOLDS HER AGAIN 😭😭 YOU CANNOT KEEP SEPERATING THEM AND LETTING THEL SEE EACHOTHER AGAIN IN A LOOP THEY THEY THEY

AHZJSVSHAHZ

awwhhhhhh 😭😭 THE LOVELIESSSSS

at least she got it for good. HOME IS HOBIE!!

im sorry but i thought of an egg, against her head at the end. she's just making an omelet for him at the end- SORRY

im lying i was giggling and kicking my feet THEY'RE HAPPY AND SAFE

the captain of his heart teehehehhijizjejz THE CAPTAIN OF HIS HEART AWW

!!!!!!! I CANT EVEN SAY ANYTHING I JUST

FORVERRRRR YES FOREVER YOU CAN'T SEPERATE THEM AGAIN IN BOOK TWO 😭😭 YOU CAN'T TORN MY HEART AGAIN LIKE THISSSS ESPECIALLY WITH THE KNIVES!!

i didn't even mention it but THE KNIVES METAPHOR, THE KNIVESSS 😭😭😭

LET'S GO HONEYMOON WOOO SHE'S GONNA MOVE CABINS

katy i can't say how much i loved this serie 😭😭 it was amazinggggg, THANK YOUU for writing it and you write SO WELL, definitely would buy and read one of your books if you ever wrote one!! so proud of you for writing this too omg LIKE 115K+ WORDS?? WHILE POSTING ALMOST EVERY WEEK A CHAPTER OR ONESHOT?? you're amazing, genuinely 😭👏 LY!!!💗

...And The Deep Blue Sea

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Word count: 13.2k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, No specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW food mentions, TW blood, CW violence, TW death, CW gore, CW injury, CW guns.

A/N: it's the end.

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CHAPTER 15 >>>

“Hello, little birdy.” Mathias cackles like there's a pebble stuck in his throat.

He roams his sickly yellowed eyes at your body, sending shivers down your spine with every glance. “Or should I say Viscountess?” He laughs again. “You wear that gown well,” his eyes flick behind you, “Eugene, my boy!” The man beside you stiffens up. “Come get your bride and sit with me.” He drums at the table. “The Food is comin’, I heard that the bride and groom usually don't get to eat after everything is said and done. We don't want you to starve, ain't that right, lieutenant?”

The eye patched man standing in the corner nods slowly. His hands are neatly tucked behind his back like an obedient dog waiting for his master.

“You're alive?” You say breathlessly, teeth gritted, knuckles clenching tight on the skirt of your dress. Pulse rapidly thrumming, sending alarm bells to ring in your ear.

“‘course I am! No one can kill the king's flame, not even the red hydra,” he spits the name out. “or even a real fuckin' hydra.” Chuckling, scars mar his neck and hands, the only visible ones under his navy blue officer's uniform. It's still red and angry, you can tell some parts of it hasn't healed yet. You plan to add more, whether it's by your bare hands or a piece of cutlery; you're prepared to hit him where it hurts.

Numerous medals are on display on his jacket, shining under the sunlight filtering through the closed curtains. “Can you believe it? I go out to hunt the red hydra and I get myself a pretty bird.” He continues annoyingly, voice crackling, a dry cough escaping his pale mouth.

Mathias notices you still standing in the doorway, his eyes are dull, like a hurricane that's about to devastate a whole town. Eugene notices and he reaches for your arm to sit you down. You flinch away from his touch, eyes trained on the man before you.

“I said sit down!” Mathias’ booming voice rings out in the dining hall, his fist slamming on the table, champagne flutes fall over like dominoes with a harsh crack. “Fuckin’ grab her, Eugene! Don't be such a fuckin’ cock and grab her!”

“Y-yes uncle.” Your ‘fiance’ tentatively guides you towards the chair by your elbow, you brush off his touch, angry eyes gazing at his cowardly face.

Sitting down on the right side of Mathias, you intentionally choose a chair as far away from him as possible. But before you could sit, he clicks his tongue, finger wagging in front of his scarred face.

“Not there, gorgeous.” He pats the seat closest to him. “Right here.”

“No,” you stand your ground, shaking from anger, or is it fear that climbs in your stomach and crawls upwards to your quickening heart?

You refuse to get near the monster as Eugene stares across from you with anxiety in his eyes.

“Sit. Down.” Mathias enunciated, “or Lieutenant Dubois here will make you sit down.” Said uniformed man grunts, hazel eye roaming across the table, gaze boring a hole in between your twitching eyes. The sheath of his cutlass is engraved with tally marks among the ornate laurels and lions. “You already know what he'll do to you, he's quite amazing with a sharp object.”

“I am too.” You clench your jaw, still refusing to sit.

To your surprise, Mathias grins, a sickeningly hideous smile, teeth bared, tongue lapping at the gold in place of the fangs, lips wrinkling, he chuckles softly as something passes by his yellowed eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that, you just reminded me so much of your father.” He leans on the back of his chair, hands gesturing towards you. “I literally saw him instead of you! It's fuckin' crazy innit?” He shoves Eugene by the shoulder, the viscount flinches, wincing at the ache. “Y’know, I recognized you— wait, lieutenant! Grab her and make her sit down! This story deserves to be listened to properly.”

“No!” You try to run back to the hallway, but the man is too fast for you. With the heavy skirt and weak leg, you didn't have a chance against him. “Motherfucker—!” With his arms around your torso, you kick and flail about, Mathias gives him a look and the man headbutts you from behind.

The room spins as he carries you towards the chair. The ceiling swirls, ears flooding with your rushing blood. With your muddled hearing, you swear you heard Eugene defend you, and you swear you heard a slap right after.

With a heavy thunk, the door closes behind you, your exit closes behind you. The only remaining door is across you, it's currently closed but you're sure it's unlocked judging by the draft coming from it. Head still aching, vision warbling, the one eyed man stands in front of the only exit.

“Now where was I?” Mathias continues like nothing happened. You glare at him through the corner of your eyes, your skin feels like spikes from the goosebumps rising above. “Ah, yes! I recognized you on the ship, before a literal myth came eating my crew. By the way, what the fuck was that, huh? Fuckin' weird, right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say weakly.

“Anywho, You looked a lot like your father but with your mother's beauty. I knew them, your father more so. Once upon a time he was my lieutenant, he was pretty good at it too. Too bad he had to disobey orders and marry above his station.”

“Why don't you ever shut up?” You lay your elbows on the table, arms flat, slyly covering the steak knife under your arm. “Are you a narcissist? Do you like hearing your own voice—?”

Mathias hurls a salad plate at your head. You dodge it in time before it shatters on the floor. You don't have time for this, you need to get to Hobie immediately, before it's too late. You have no plan, no weapons, but you'll be damned if you don't try. And you can still hear his screams echoing in your ears, as if he's already dead, as if he's already haunting you.

You need to try. Or it'll be your end too.

The monster before you clears his throat. “Don't be rude.” He points a finger at you.

You now notice how worse for wear he is, under the white paint and powdered wig lies injuries that haven't healed since the fight. You smell it, the herbs hastily smudged, and the rot in his flesh. It seeps into his bones, poisoning his body. You just wish it'll eat at him faster.

You're suddenly not afraid anymore.

“Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted. Your father, well, he fought a good fight on the Demeter. He stood his ground till the very end until a dozen or so bullets pierced his skin.”

The crescent in your palms gets deeper.

“He was smart though, smarter than you probably. You see, he rigged the ship to blow. He had the fuckin' balls to do it even though his entire family was inside. Ain't it funny—?” The double doors swing open.

The butler interrupts his speech, a handful of staff bring in an entire chicken at his plate. One pours him a glass of wine before he snatches the entire bottle and places it right next to his glass. Hot soup and meat pie is brought in also, the smell is appetizing but you place your hand over your plate wordlessly, telling them you're not hungry at the moment. How could you be when Mathias eats in front of you like he hasn't eaten in decades?

The tension is thicker than the cream placed in front of Eugene.

He munches loudly as he takes apart the roast. String of meat flies all over, the former white table cloth turns brown when he wipes his hands on it. Eugene spares you a look, eyes staring forlornly at his empty plate. His hand inching closer towards his goblet before deciding to just drink the ruby liquid.

You're on your own.

The wolves devour their fill whilst you plan your escape. Your mind screams for you to run, to run where no one can find you. The voice echoing in your ears is right at one thing, but you'll never hide anymore, not from Mathias, not from your past, not from anyone. You'd face it with fire in your veins just like your father had.

Mathias snorts, and you wish it was a choke. “He fought well, got a few of my men. How do you think the lieutenant here lost his eye?” He points at the stoic man using a half eaten chicken leg. “Your father was brilliant with a sword. A crack shot with a blunderbuss too. But, eh, it was all in vain. He shouldn't have messed with the crown and polite society.”

He continues to loudly eat, hands slick with oil, mouth full of meat. “You see, your mother was that fuckin' woman. Wealth, looks, title, she had it all. And the king wanted it too, greedy bastard he is.” There it is, the confession. But you still listen because you know something else will come after. “But your mum decided to run off and elope with the bastard son of an unpopular lord. The king was pissed off.”

Mathias laughs roughly. “But he got over it.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could hide it, the devil noticed.

“I knew you ain't as smart as your dear old dad.” He smiles, you can see the meat stuck in his golden teeth.

“He was the crowned prince,” Mathias rips open the chicken in half messily. “And he needed a wife from one of the big families.” He doused the meat in salt, “and the greedy fuck chose someone who didn't want him, just for the fun of it. Who could blame her, all he ever wanted was a brood of children to pass on his blood.” He takes a generous bite, teeth meeting flesh, the sound of his chewing makes you hasten your plan. “Thank fuck Frederick's father ain't as stupid as his son. That man sought out the opportunity when given to him and fuckin' took it. Too bad he didn't live long enough to see the fruit of his labour.”

Anger settles in your stomach, fury in your eyes and flesh, you want to damn him, and everyone involved. Especially her.

“It's her isn't it?” You say as you slither your hand towards the ceramic bowl. “The Queen, it was all her.”

Mathias smiles genuinely, “You finally got it, little bird!” He claps. “She's fuckin' brilliant, and so are her coffers. The pay,” he whistles out, “the pay was magnificent, still is by the way. I didn't even need to become an admiral for the money when I'm earning more than a fuckin’ duke.” Kicking Eugene under the table, he makes his godson choke on his drink. “See, I told you the little duchess here is just your type.”

His voice fuels your fury. Each vowel is grating in your ears, every wheezed breath he takes is a reminder that he still lives. A reminder that your knife isn't stuck in his throat.

“It ain't as bad as you think it is,” The navy man continues. “Married to my boy, you'd have a title, a home and a decent family. At least now you don't have mister Brown crawling all over you. He'd be dead by sundown, and I can't wait to see it.”

Mathias thinks his words would make you do something drastic that'll have his hands wrapped around your neck. But you've learned your lesson, so you bide your time, taking their attention away from your wandering hands.

“You're dying.” The heat from the bowl matches the fire in you. Your voice doesn't shake, nor your resolve. “Even with all the coin she gave you, you still can't save yourself. You are riddled with sepsis, I can smell it on you. A collapsed lung from the way you cough, and whatever the fuck disgusting shit you have in you. You are dying, rotting from the inside like how it's meant to be. And the world will be better off without you. They will forget you, first, your poor family, then your men, then the entire country. Even your bitch of a queen will forget you. Then the world. But Hobie will be remembered. His name will be etched in the annals of history while your name fades into obscurity.” You laugh humorlessly, teeth bared, eyes aflame. “And I can't wait to see it.”

He seethes in his seat, hand clenching around the cutlery. The devil doesn't show his anger bluntly this time, he hides it because you struck a nerve. With a grin, you promise to Hobie and to your parents that Mathias won't live to see the day end.

“Do you remember what I told you in the revenge?” You continue with a smile that sends shivers down the spine of everyone in the room. The quiet lieutenant remembers the day he lost his eye. “I intend to fulfill that promise.”

Through a clenched jaw, he coughs again, hiding his weakness from everyone in the room and how a drop of blood stains his pale lips. “I love it when women show me their claws. But I can't stay. I would love to see the ceremony and the festivities, but I can't miss the execution. That's why I came here earlier so I could pass on my blessings.” Mathias wipes his mouth clean harshly. “If you'd excuse me, I places to be—”

Before he could stand up, you quickly fling the bowl right on his painted face. The hot soup splashes on his skin, melting the white powder off his face. With his guttural scream, within a split second before his man could intervene, you take the steak knife and plunge it into his hand and into the table.

The screams he let out was music to your ears, holding the hilt of the weapon, you twist it before yanking it out of his flesh, tearing his hand in half, ripping the nerves and letting waterfalls of crimson into the white tablecloth. With a determined yell, you aim for his throat.

Mathias recovers a second before steel meets his skin, he backhands you with the same injured hand. The knife falls off your hand. Pain blooms on your face, and you go blind as your head hits the floor. His blood dirties your pristine white gown, splotches of red drenching the bodice.

Your left eye stings, cheek heated from the harsh slap. Despite your lungs gasping for air through your possible broken nose, you crawl over to Mathias. Your scorn drives you to grab his leg, pulling him down with a strong tug, he falls hard on his back, splitting the floorboards in half. Taking the crown off your head, you use the pointy end to stab his leg and his knee in quick succession. He yells and yells but you don't stop. The ichor from his wounds drenches your face and hands, you see red, and you see his untimely death in your blood soaked hands.

Climbing further up, you use the opportunity to aim at his groin. But a pair of arms stops you before you could hit your mark. Thrashing, slashing the hands around your shoulders, you mark the man with the same bloodied tiara.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Mathias stands up, limping, he unsheathes his lieutenant’s cutlass from his hip. With a stomp over your thigh, he pushes in the heel of his boot as you let out a cry. The steel is pointed at your heart, his eyes demand blood for blood. “I should've just killed you instead—”

A shot rings out, the bullet hits the blade, breaking it in half. Mathias flinches before he smiles at the one who shot him. There on the opposite doors, stands Miguel O’hara with his gun raised, barrel aimed at his former comrade. Lyla stands next to him, her own blunderbuss raised towards the man holding on to you.

“Let her go and there won't be any more bullets flying around.” Miguel's voice is steady, back straight, eyes flicking over to you writhing on the floor.

“You better listen, cyclops, O’hara here might hesitate but I won't. Let our girl go.” Lyla reassures you with a nod, and you bite your captor's hand.

You tear his flesh open with your teeth, ichor filling your mouth as he hisses in pain, dropping you unceremoniously on the floor.

Mathias looks at you with wide eyes, disbelief in his burned face. “I guess you learned a thing or two from your man.”

You spit out the chunk of flesh whilst your eyes never leave his. Crimson dripping off your lips like rain, teeth the same colour as the wine spilled on the table, you smile at him.

“Come near me and I'll show you what else he taught me.”

The man before you laughs genuinely, yet his eyes never leave yours, making sure you stay away from him. You're more than ready to close the gap. The cutlass is still trained on you, you're about to pounce when Miguel calls your name with urgency. As if he can read your mind.

“Your girl is fuckin' insane ain't she?” Mathias addresses Miguel, like how a family member speaks about a niece he hasn't seen in years. Proud, there's a sense of pride laced in his tone. “Just like her dear old parents, eh?”

“I'm warning you, Mathias.” Miguel keeps an eye out for the uniformed man behind you. “Take your captain, Alexander, before I put a bullet in his heart.”

Mathias scoffs, legs shaking from the wounds you caused. “Please, you'd shoot me? You didn't have the balls back then, why would you do it now?”

Miguel raises his gun higher, aiming for the man's head. “Because she wasn't there,” he cocks his head towards you, “you didn't have a weapon aimed directly at my goddaughter.” Eyebrows knitted together in anger, his hand doesn't shake, eyes glowing red in the sunlight. “Now let her go.”

Mathias posture sags, “fine, but only because I've got an event I cannot miss.” He nods at his godson. “Make sure you're married to her by the end of the day or there will be consequences.” He clicks his tongue, Eugene melts into his chair, face turned away from you and his godfather.

Mathias gives you one last look. “Happy marriage, birdy.”

“You're going to die today Mathias, one way or another I'll get my hands on you.” You flick your eyes towards the man clutching his hand. “Death is coming for you too,” you say nonchalantly. “I'll finish what my father started.”

They leave with their fronts turned to you, not even twisting around to show you their backs that are susceptible to your attack. Or in this case, your teeth.

Lyla appears next to you, helping you by the crook of your arm. Pain lingers on your leg and face. “Christ, he burst your fucking capillaries.”

Sure enough, you feel the sting in your eye, a throbbing pain that leaves you nauseous. Miguel, tentatively closes the distance, weathered hand carefully holding your chin. You wince, as he moves your face.

“Fuck, you need to see a doctor.” He says whilst you flinch away from his touch.

“I'm alright, I need a horse.” You begin to walk away, Miguel and Lyla follow close behind you. “And I need my fucking knife.” I need him back, your mind whispers to you. “I need to save him.”

“His execution is in two hours.” Eugene says meekly, and you stop in your tracks. “I heard the officers talk, they're not going to hang him for his crimes, the crown gave him the ax.”

With quick steps, you take Eugene by his collar, gripping tightly as you spill venom. Miguel tries to hold you back but you blindly kick his leg.

“Delay them.”

“I can't—”

“Do you want to be under his boot your entire life? If we marry I'll be crushed with you,” You stare determinedly at his scared eyes. “because that will happen if you don't help. You said you cared about me, then help me and all will be forgiven. Please, you're a viscount, you have the means to help.”

He sniffs, lips curled into a frown. “I'm sorry, I-I can't—”

You scoff, letting him go. “If I fail, Mathias lives and that means you'd be dead too.” Walking away, leaving him cowering in his seat, your small entourage follows.

“Where are you going?” Miguel matches your stride, walking next to you, he stares with concern. “Y/N, where are you going?”

“To my room to pamper my nose.” With adrenaline coursing through you, his face flashes in your mind with every step. Save him, your mind yells, save him, save him, or it'll be the end for you too.

“Cousin?” Collette asks as you make your way towards the apartments where your chambers lie. She roams her worried eyes around your bloodied wedding gown, her hands that are clutching a bouquet of flowers shakes. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

“I stabbed Mathias and bit through a man's hand.” You say without stopping, she squeaks in place.

John stops in his tracks, “w-what the fuck happened?” The twins are both dressed to the nines, all fine fabrics and hair all made up. “Cousin!” He calls after you whilst you don't stop for anyone.

“Thanks for the hot tip, kids!” Lyla yells back to your cousins. “A bit of advice, tell the catering staff the wedding’s off!” She cackles. “Save me a macaroon though!”

“They called you?” You ask, your heeled feet ache but you press on. “Where were you Lyla?”

“I'm sorry, duchess, I overslept.” She shrugs. “But I'm here now ain't I? Also I got Miguel here so...”

“You should stop, Y/N.” Miguel says sternly. “You're hurt—”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

You whirl around to face him. Anger flares up once again. “You should've shot him where he stood.” You poke his sturdy chest roughly. “He's the one who killed them, yet you let him get away!”

“I know, I— there are repercussions to killing someone. Especially if they're an officer.” He falters but he composes himself. “Revenge is not the answer—”

“He killed them, Miguel!” Your broken voice echoes out into the vast hallway. “Him and the queen are the reason why they're dead, and you let him get away so he could kill Hobie.”

“It was the queen? Not—”

“Yes, not the idiot king.” You turn around to continue your trek. You curse the large estate. “I have no idea why she did it, but I'm gonna get her too. But I won't live to see that day if I don't save him.” Your tone falters as you pass by your mother's portrait. “I need to save him, even if it's the last thing I do.”

“You won't succeed.” Miguel stands in front of you to stop you, and you roll your eyes, wanting to kick him in the groin. “He's a pirate, Y/N, he won't do the same for you.”

“He has, and he would. I need to try, I can't let him die.” You choke back a sob. Reality crashes around you. What would you do once you get there? Will you be able to save him on your own? You have no one, you have no idea where the crew is, and he's going to die. You can't live with yourself if you don't try.

“Y/N.” Miguel says your name like a reprimand.

“You said back in the carriage that I can leave whenever I want, all I needed to do was ask.” You chuckle without humour. “Here’s me asking, Miguel.”

“You'll die, Y/N, I can't lose you too.”

“And I can't lose him.” Tears gather in your eyes. “If no one will save him then who will? I have to go whether you like it or not.”

“The people will,” Lyla pipes up, she casually leans against the wall, checking her nails. “there have been…whispers since they announced his execution. If you go, I'm sure you won't be alone.”

You face the taller man again. “See, I have help—”

“Rumours aren't enough! Don't you get it? You're better off marrying Thompson at this point.” You blink in surprise. He backtracks. “I–I didn't mean it that way, I meant, I'd rather see you settled than dead.”

“You might not be as bad as Mathias, but you might as well be.” You brokenly say. Miguel's face falls at your words. “You claim to love my parents and me by extension, but you're complicit,” you spit out the word full of venom. “you're only helping them by not letting me go. I don't want to be settled, Miguel.” You shake your head. “It isn't love if you make me.”

Miguel visibly shatters in front of you. None of the composure he showed to Mathias is left in his body. He hasn't seen this much devotion since your parents. He hasn't seen this much love since he felt their presence. He hasn't felt this hurt since his daughter left this world.

“You had time to grieve for them, I didn't.” You push him out of the way, controlling your sob. “Please don't stop me, or I'll fight you like how I fought Mathias.” You open the doors to your chambers.

Miguel lingers outside as you and Lyla make your way inside the familiar room. The man that has your dagger sits in front of the vanity, the large man is currently trying on a spare tiara, and is wearing one of the ruby earrings.

“You can keep those,” Your sudden voice makes him jump away, large eyes staring at you with slight embarrassment. “I won't tell a soul, just take them, give me my dagger and get out of Hazelside.”

The cogs in his head move, swallowing thickly, he nods curtly. “Can I keep the necklace too?” He asks gruffly.

“Sure,” You shrug, Lyla stifled a giggle.

Wordlessly, he shoves a ruby necklace in his pocket, then he unsheathes your dagger and places it on the vanity.

“We good, duchess?”

“Actually,” you have an idea. “You're a muscle for hire, correct?” You've noticed how he doesn't move like the other foot soldiers do, or the guards for Hazelside. His disheveled uniform solidifies your theory. The man nods proudly. “How would you like to take my entire jewelry box in exchange for you and your men's services?”

“That depends, what kind of work are we talkin’ ‘bout?”

Lyla adds to the conversation. “Murder of some pompous nobles and free a bunch of pirates. With a main focus on the red spider of course.”

“Kill the red spider too?” He asks, a thick eyebrow raised.

“No!” You say quickly, “free him and kill anyone who stands in the way.” You mutter a curse under your breath. “I don't have time for this.”

The mercenary thinks once again, he seems to be weighing the pros and cons.

Stepping closer, you practically breathe down his neck. “I'll throw in my shoes and gowns too,” you raise a hand for him to shake. “As long as you'll be there before the execution starts, and you keep my uncle and aunt distracted, scare them is all. Just don't touch my cousins or the staff.”

The scarred man chuckles deeply. “An offer I cannot refuse, duchess.” He clasps your hand, shaking it once. “Creating chaos is our main specialty.”

“Yes and I saw a glimpse of that in the barn.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, eyes lit with tamped down anger. “You better hold your end of the bargain, or you'll have my dagger in your throat instead of my necklace.”

“‘course, my lady. My men will be there.” He leaves with a grin, shoving Miguel by his shoulder.

“What just happened?” Your godfather asks as you lift your skirt to rip the metal of your petticoat off using the dagger. He turns around, closing the doors to your chambers and shuts his eyes while still turned around.

“Our girl here just used her charisma to strike a bargain. Oh they grow up too fast.” Lyla dramatically wipes a nonexistent tear in her eye. “Don't forget to change your shoes, my lady.”

You stare at yourself in the vanity, blood coats the front of your gown, a smattering of crimson coats the lace, splashes of ichor paints the front of the bodice right next to the pretty embroidery. Your face isn't any better, the makeup the handmaidens painted you with is still there, but now it coincides with Mathias' drying blood. It drips down from your cheeks down to your neck, it hides the gold underneath the crimson. Your left eye shares the same shade, capillaries burst, spreading your blood into the whites of your eyes. The gloves meant to hide the callouses and fresh scars are sticking to your skin, drenched in ruby, drenched like the floors of the revenge.

You leave it on, a reminder of your goal.

“I haven't forgotten.” Tossing the heeled shoes away, you make your way towards where you hid your old friend.

The sight alone of the weathered leather shoes would make you weep but you don't have time for that. Lifting your skirts up, still wearing the ridiculous wedding gown that has become significantly lighter, you quickly run towards the unicorn tapestry.

Dagger in hand, you're surprised to hear Miguel's heavy strides following you inside the hidden tunnels. Once the sun greets you and the grass crunches under your feet, you beeline for the barn.

A stable boy jumps at the sudden intrusion, he stutters, moreso when he sees your blood drenched form.

“Can you saddle Bernard quickly?” You ask, and the poor boy almost has a heart attack. “Please? I'm a friend of Hobie and—”

“Oh, Hobie! You should've said it earlier then. You're her! He told me a whole lot about you." He smiles at you, already picking up the heavy saddle. "You know how to ride, My lady?"

“No need for that.” You wave away the title. “And yes, perks of running away for years, you learn how to run away in different ways.”

He chuckles, yet the nervousness is still palpable in his eyes. “I'm on it, your grace.”

Smiling softly, you don't correct him anymore. Turning around, you see no one accompanying you. “Lyla?”

“She went off to get her horse,” Miguel appears from behind the barn door. “I'm keeping a lookout.” He returns to his post, acting casual while leaning on the door.

“You don't have to be here if you don't want to, Miguel.” You walk behind him, the wooden doors are blocking you from his view and vice versa.

“I…pondered your words, Y/N, and you're right. I don't want to make you do something you clearly don't want. I won't make that same mistake again, it cost me years without you. It won't make me lose another day without you, even if it means saving a damn pirate.” He chuckles, and you take his hand from where you stood. You hear his breath hitch, “I'm sorry. I think your parents would hate me right now.”

“I don't know them very well but, I think they'll be proud of you. You found me, you brought me home. You were doing the best you can with good intentions.” You squeeze his rough hand, placing your forehead against the door where his shoulders would lie. “Thank you for letting me leave. I think it's best for you to move on, uncle. They'd want that for you.” You hear him sniff, squeezing your hand back.

“Yes, I think it's best.” He lets your hand go, “starting with this,” Placing something round in your hand, he closes your palm around it gently. “They’d want you to have it, something to keep close to you when you're at sea. It helped me back then, I'm sure it'll help you now.”

“You're not coming with me?”

“Not yet, I'll follow you once I can. I'll keep your aunt and uncle here, making sure that they don't get their footmen to follow you. And I'll make sure the ruffians you hired won't go overboard and actually do what you asked them to.” Miguel tearfully chuckles, “just promise me you won't lose your humanity after you take your revenge.”

“I promise, I won't let it consume me.” You whisper your promise just for him.

Taking a peek at the object in your hand, your heart almost shatters at the familiarity of it. It's the same one your mother was clutching in her portrait. Opening the golden locket, you see a portrait of your mother on the left, and on the right, your father. They look younger in the painting, happier, more alive. They were right, you bear a resemblance to your father just as much as to your mother's features. You finally got a good look at them together, and your heart squeezes at the thought.

Sniffing, you look up at Miguel with gratitude, “tell my cousins ‘thank you,’ please.”

“I will. Keep the locket safe for when we meet again?”

“I will, I'll see you in the water, uncle.” He's the only person who's worthy of the title you've bestowed him. Lyla gallops her horse in the distance. “Now get out of here, or I'll end up not letting you go.” You tease, it has half truth in it. Your smile falters, "Tell my mother—"

“Come back and you can tell her yourself. She's still staying in the same town. I know she's waiting for you.” He finally turns around to face you. “Before you go,” shrugging off his coat, he hands it to you. “You'll get cold.”

You look at the fabric with tears in your eyes. Taking the blue coat, he helps you put it on. Sniffing, he turns you back around, rubbing the creases in the sleeves away.

“There, it's perfect but it's missing something.”

“Something blue, and now I've got something borrowed.” Joking, you smile at your godfather.

Miguel hands you a blunderbuss, it's an ordinary looking one, save for the purple leather handle that decorates it.

“It was your father's, he gave it to me when he named me your godfather.” He points at the silver barrel where three letters are etched on it crudely. “It's our first initials. He said that it gave him extra luck.”

“I—I can't take this.”

“Well, you've already taken my locket and coat, what harm falls on me if I gave you his gun? You're gonna need it wherever you're going.” Miguel shoves it in your hands, “just— save a bullet for Mathias and the queen.”

“That I can do.” You grin at him despite the pain in your chest.

“The party's here.” Lyla’ horse stops just outside, she exclaims with fanfare. “Ready to kill some motherfuckers?”

“Aye,” you nod with determination. The fire is blazing under your eyes, lightning in your fingertips, you wear the locket around your neck with pride.

For your parents that you've never met but came to love. For Miguel, for the crew and for all they've sacrificed for you. for Hobie, the love of your life. And for MJ.

—

You ride off on Bernard's back, flames in your chest, wind whipped cheeks, and hands clutching the reins tighter. Your father's blunderbuss weighs heavy on your hips, the smell of Mathias' drying blood stings in your nose. But the putrid smell keeps you awake, a reminder of your goal, a reminder of what truly matters— Hobie. Your love that is currently in shackles, hands bound tighter than the rope around his neck.

Lyla snaps you awake, her own horse huffing from the intense speed.

“Your eyes keep glossing over, duchess, keep ‘em clear for me, yeah?” She yells above the loud hoofbeats.

“I will, are you sure about your plan?”

“My guild consists of a bunch of sacks of shits that'll do anything for a quick coin.” You knit your eyebrows in worry. “But they're loyal to a fault, ‘sides, your captain used to be one of us, once upon a time.”

“What?” You spot the capital's sign, entering the city without stopping. There's a fork in the road as you ride towards the center of the city. The familiar smell of the sea fills you as you ride closer and closer to your destination.

“A story for another day, gorgeous.” She rides faster, her guns clinking against the saddle. “I'll ride ahead, gather as many as I can. Go to him, and disrupt the festivities.” Her voice fades as she hurries off.

Lyla heads towards the left whilst you ride on the right, trying to remember the directions she told you during the short ride.

Numerous buildings whizz by you as you ride faster and faster. Rickety stone buildings turn into elegant carved marble. The streets become smoother as you get closer to the palace. You heard the crowd before you saw them.

Bernard stops in his tracks, right at the edge of the thousands of people clambering to see the execution. He whines as you try to calm him down. Some of the common people are quiet, eyes straight towards the stage where a large man with a black hood stands. The scraping of the ax getting sharpened makes your heart stop.

The palace looms overhead, its golden terrace holds the royals, faces smug, wigs high as they look down at the crowd. Right next to them stands Mathias, hand hastily bandaged, still dripping in blood. His face contorts into pain as he clutches at his injury. You draw your father's gun out, resisting the urge to shoot at the man, but with how far you are, you know you'll miss.

Scanning the stage, you bite your tongue, preventing a pained whimper from getting out.

You've made it, and he has too.

Clad in a white undershirt with the sleeves too big for his frame, trousers too short for his legs, hands tied behind his back, face beaten. Hobie stands with his back straight despite all the red gashes under his thin shirt.

You whisper his name like he can hear you above the yells of the people. You're frozen, hands shaking, eyes unblinking at his form.

The uniformed men make him kneel, his knees slam harshly against wooden floors.

Hobie was never afraid of dying before, he avoided it a hundred times. Yet, his binded hands quiver, dull grey eyes scanning around the crowd, he tries to find familiar faces amidst all the strangers. Trying to find his crew, not for help, but the thought of dying in front of them fills him with sorrow. He doesn't see them, and he's glad. Moreso when he doesn't see your face, he doesn't want you to experience what he had seen before.

But there's a part of him that wants to see you for one last time before steel kisses his neck. He wants to feel your lips against his again, but for now, having the memory of it is enough. The pearl you gave him is cold against his chest, he wishes to hold it again.

Having you in his arms however brief is enough for him, he'll think of you when the blade strikes him down for the last time.

Even with his imminent death, he still finds the will to smile, the same smile you love so much. It's enough to snap you awake.

A navy officer yells above the crowd, scroll in hand, voice booming and commanding. “Here stands the notorious pirate Hobart Brown, he stands here waiting for his sentence. The crimes he has committed are atrocious enough that the crown has automatically given him the guilty verdict!” The people don't cheer, some even boo and hiss at the man. You inhale deeply, hand holding on to the reigns tighter, as you weave Bernard through the crowd. Surprisingly, they part for you.

“What say you, Hobart Brown?”

Hobie chuckles deeply, lips split and bloodied, he grins. “It's captain, actually!” His voice drives you to ride faster, gun raised. He twists around to look at the nobles in their high tower. “It's captain Hobie Brown, you fuckin' wankers!” Cackling, the officer kicks him down. He falls, gasping, neck landing harshly at the stone slab that still has remnants of its last guest.

Still, Hobie yells obscenities, “you haven't won! You might cut my head but two more will replace me! Just like how I replaced the emerald bastard from the south!” He tries to sit up but another man holds him down. “They'll be stronger and better than me! From my death, the people will gather at your gates and break your golden walls!”

The executioner raises his large ax, the sun bouncing off the metal.

Hobie quiets down at the glimmer of the ax shining in his eyes. Whispering the names of his loyal crew, then he softly calls for you like an acolyte prays for forgiveness.

The crowd parts for you like the sea parts for a sailing ship. Giddying up, hooves hitting loudly against stone, you aim.

It's the end, but it doesn't have to be.

“Hobie!” You scream as loud as you can before you shoot.

He blinks in surprise for a second, the man holding him down scampers away as a shot rings out. Now free, Hobie quickly moves away from the stone slab as your bullet hits the executioner's hood right in-between his eyes.

Gasping, the ax falls next to Hobie's head with a thud. The edge is embedded in the wood, missing his face just a few inches away. Eyes staring at the clear sky, he thinks he has died when your face suddenly appears in front of him.

“Scuttlebutt,” he softly says in disbelief.

“Hi, captain, I'm here to rescue you.” You smile at him, “hold on a minute.” Sitting up right, you shoot at the remaining officer. A body thuds, and you return to his side. “I've got you.” You say as you help him sit up, hands already untying his bonds.

Hobie looks at you like a sailor looks at the sea for the first time, with reverence, and awed by the sheer beauty. “You've got me.”

Ropes falling off his aching wrists, he moves to hold your face desperately. Without a second thought, he kisses you fervently. Life spreads back to him, fingertips electric as he holds your face close. Lips warm, you kiss back like it's just you and him. Hands instinctively sliding to his head, you pull away when you feel scruff under your palm.

“What did they do to your hair?!” You almost weep, hands roaming across his bare head. “Oh my god, they have to pay for this.”

Hobie laughs, still holding your face like holding on to a precious pearl. “It'll grow back.” Tears prick your eyes, mirroring his own. “I love you, you did good, scuttlebutt.”

“I did good?” You peck his chapped lips once more.

“Yeah, love.” He prevents you from looking at the military that has their weapons raised and their eyes targeting you and him. “You did very well—” tears escape his grey eyes when he hears the familiar click of a gun.

It's the end.

“I love you too,” you know it's the end. “I'll see you back at the revenge?”

“Save some of Finn's bread for me, yeah?” Hobie leans his forehead atop yours. “I'm sorry.” His voice falters.

“Don't be, I'm glad I fell in that net.” You hold on to him for dear life. Etching his warmth in your brain so you remember it until you're cold. “I'd run towards that dock all over again if I had the chance again.”

It's the end, and you hold him close.

As you embrace each other, as your love is displayed for all to see, your warmth radiates through the crowd. You burn together with him.

Fire consumes and burns but it also lights the way.

The silence wraps around the city center, then, someone yells, pushing off the officer who has his gun aimed at your head. The people follow, rioting against their oppressors.

You both stare below in disbelief, hand cradling your head, he shields your eyes from seeing the violence unfold. Just when bullets hit flesh, and knives slash at necks, an explosion booms above.

Hobie holds onto you tighter, battered arms wrapped around you protectively as debris and smoke fills the whole place. The building across the palace is in flames, and from the billowing ashes out comes a familiar face.

Gwen takes off her hood, feet precariously standing on the ledge, then another form comes out of the smoke, Miles takes his stance next to the first mate, handing her a long rope.

“Holy shit! It's them!” Hobie exclaims, letting you see them with your own eyes.

You grin as you spot them above, “it's them,” you say in shock. A second later, they jump off the building effortlessly, guns raised as they land on their feet right next to the stage.

“I'll cover you!” Miles yells above the chaos as more and more buildings around the palace erupt in a chorus of explosions.

Gwen clambers next to you, relief on her face, hugging the two of you. Embracing back, she leans away to stare at you and her captain.

“You fucking idiots! I'd slap you over the head if I didn't love you both.”

“We love you too, Gwendy.” Hobie smiles amidst the aches.

“What he said, Gwendy.” You beam at her with overwhelming love.

“Love you too, now we need to get you out of here.”

“I have a ship docked somewhere, it's called the osprey. Take it and—” You start but Hobie and Gwen interrupt.

“You make it sound like you're not comin’ with us.”

“Y/N,” Gwen warns as she helps you two on your feet.

“I’m coming with—” a gun goes off.

Blood splatters across your faces. Crimson blooms across Gwen's stomach.

“...oh” she looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together, hand pressing on her belly. You catch Gwen in your arms as you feel the fear in you spread. She calls your name weakly.

Hobie stares at you with terrified eyes as he clutches the back of Gwen's head.

“No, no, don't speak—just… oh fuck!” You try to stop the bleeding by ripping a part of your gown to stuff it inside her wound. Ichor spills out of her like waterfalls. “I've got you!” She yells in pain and you simultaneously hear Miles scream.

Flicking your tear filled eyes over to Miles, he has his back on the ground, face contorted into pain whilst Mathias has his boot on his shooting hand. Miles still fights, kicking and scratching at the man's leg.

“This is what happens when you disrupt—” Red appears on his side as Hobie uses your fallen gun to shoot him where he has his foot crushing atop Miles’ hand. Mathias yelps in pain, a throaty sound escaping from his pale lips.

Hobie is filled with rage, embers flickering in him, turning into flames and then a blaze that burns his insides into ash.

Miles coughs as Mathias runs away towards the enormous church right next to the palace. He pushes away people, blood trailing behind him.

“Miles!” You yell, in your relief, he stands back up, weaving around people to clamber up the steps of the stage.

“I'm here!” He crawls over to Gwen, gently clutching her pale face. “Oh god no, please,” Miles looks at you. “Fix her, please.” Tears slide down his cheeks. “Please.”

You look towards Hobie, not knowing what to do, but said man is nowhere to be found. You briefly spot him running around the crowd, cutting down coppers swiftly with your father's gun and a stray cutlass, following after the man who has shot at his family.

Not again, you think, hands drenched once again in crimson. Not again, not again. You've failed once again.

Someone calls next to you, familiar hands holding yours.

“Tell us what to do.” Yuri thaws you out from your frozen state. Gwen gurgles, grip around your wrist weakening. James appears next to Yuri as you see in your peripheral the same mercenary and his men shooting at soldiers. Lyla cackles near them, adding her guild to the mix in the chaos. “Y/N,” Yuri calls again sternly. “We need you.”

With a sniff, you compose yourself, for Gwen. “Keep your hands on her wound, pack it with cloth then keep pushing.” Gwen groans, you look at her apologetically. “I know it hurts, I'm sorry but we need to do this. Let us do this.”

“I saw a doctor's clinic near here.” James pipes up, “if we take her there will you be able to save her?”

“Yes, we need to—”

Pavitr runs towards the group, guns raised, eyes full of rage once he sees Gwen. “No…” he says weakly. He fixes his composure, for Gwen. “James and I will cover you while the three of you carry Gwen.” He instructs, voice steady.

“No, no, no!” Gwen protests. “It hurts— I can't—”

“You can!” Miles beats you to it. “D’you remember what I told you when we realized Y/N and Hobie weren't behind us after we got attacked?” She nods weakly, lips bitten to stop her pained whimpers. “I meant it, Gwen. I meant all of it yet I haven't shown it because I'm a goddamn coward. Let me show you how much I love you, but I can't do that if you don't let us carry you. So please, let us carry you.”

Gwen smiles, icy eyes staring fondly at Miles. They have a wordless conversation, then Miles gives her a gentle peck on her forehead.

“As long as the d-doc here follows our captain.” She says.

“What—? No, you need me.” You shake your head.

“We already know what to do,” she winces, “you're the only person that can stop him, he'll die, Y/N. Meanwhile I've got a chance with them beside me. And he's all alone.”

You look at the others, they all nod and you blink in surprise. “But—”

“We have her, wifey.” Yuri smiles kindly at you. “This isn't our first bullet wound. Go and fetch our captain for us would ya?”

You have no time to think about it, so you choose what they instructed you to do. “Keep your hands on her and support her back—” your eyes find the familiar large man wearing your rubies. “Oi!” He pauses from crushing a soldier's arm. “Get a handful of your men and help them get to the doctor's!”

“Do I have to?” He asks, shrugging.

“Yes! I paid you!”

The man sighs then he gestures to a few of his people to climb up the stage. Before you let go of Gwen, you stare daggers at the men in the fake uniforms. “Keep all of them alive and I might just give you a piece of Hazelside.”

“Say no more, duchess, we got ‘em.”

“Gwen—” You take one last look over to her.

“Go, I don't plan on dying today.”

“You better. Meet us back at the ship.” You roam your eyes at the crew like it's the last time you would see them. With a nod towards Yuri, you slide your hands away quickly, Yuri replaces the space you left with her own.

Wordlessly you turn away from them. You fight yourself from looking back. Running away towards Hobie, you hope that it's not too late.

Weaving through the crowd, dodging bullets and swords, you keep your head down and keep your eyes forward at the grand church waiting ahead. The spires are tall and sharp, reminding you of the dragons that rose up from the sea and blocked out the moon. Gargoyles decorate the roofs, all stone and eyes large, mouths agape, unmoving.

You lift the skirt of your tattered gown, it might be covered in blood but the white colour of it is a stark contrast to the dark chaos surrounding you. It acts as a beacon to the people as they see you in their ranks, a noble in their eyes that bears gold and silver around her neck and sleeves. Someone who fought everyone just to get to her pirate captain, they find it in themselves to continue fighting. A few even helps you get to your destination by blocking any guards or soldiers from laying their hands on you.

Smoke in your lungs, steel clanging against steel. Blades slashing at limbs, people screaming in all directions, both with rank and without, they all end up in the same fate. You run through the blood soaked field.

Feet sprinting across the field, people are few and far in between once you get nearer and nearer towards the church. Hands on the large doors, you push the heavy oak to no avail. It's locked, the evidence of it is the rattling noise it makes as you shake it in desperation.

Hobie's in there, and you'd do anything to get to him.

You go around the structure to find a window that's big enough for you to slither into. But all the stained glass windows are too high up for you to reach even if you try to break one. Losing hope, you turn a corner towards the back. You finally breathe when you see a wooden door. Without wasting time, you push it open with your shoulder, shoving it, the rust covered hinges creak with your strength. And finally, it bursts open with one final push.

The sight alone made you stop in your tracks. Clutching your dagger, a finely dressed man lays dead in a pool of blood. A sword embedded in his back, a cracked crown sitting next to his bloodied head. The person standing over the king is none other than his own wife, her face isn't one of sadness but of sheer happiness as she grins at her husband's dead body. Blood dripping off her royal hands, she lifts her head to gaze upon you.

“Hello, little bird, you finally made it.” Caroline stands in front of the altar, the kaleidoscope of lights from the glass windows acts as her spotlight. Her gown is in rich velvet, furs covering her shoulder. And a large tiara on top of her intricate powdered wig.

“You killed him.” Gripping your dagger tighter, you stay away from the bloody queen.

“I did,” Caroline giggles, a sound that sends shivers through your spine. “You look marvelous in your wedding gown by the way. A shame that you didn't get married to that fine young man.” Her voice echoes around the large church, its ceilings are high and painted with saints. They look down at you, eyes lifeless. “Lieutenant.” She calls and the man answers, coming out of the shadows and into the pews. “Do me a favour and kill her for me.”

The disheveled man walks over to you, hand still decorated by your bite.

“Why don't you kill me yourself? Like how you killed your husband.” You address the woman, taunting her.

The queen raises a hand and the navy man stops immediately. She smiles and takes the sword out of her husband's body with ease, then she steps over his body without remorse.

“With pleasure.” She unclasps her cloak, the heavy cloth thuds against the marble. “If I couldn't kill your mother personally, I'd settle for killing you instead.”

“What the fuck—!” The queen arches her sword, thankfully you parry it with your dagger. You know you'll lose in the duel with your smaller weapon against hers and her swordsmanship. A yell echoes from above, a distinct scream from who you hope is from Mathias.

“I wasn't lying when I said you remind me of her!” She slashes, right foot pointed towards you, dodging the sharp edge, the heels of your feet hit a pew, then you fall backwards, back and elbows hitting the hardwood. “But she wasn't much of a fighter just like you!” Her eyes are ablaze as you scramble away.

“Why are you doing this?!” Your voice carries off around the church. “You said you were friends!”

Raising your dagger to shield your face when she tries to slash at your chest, she stands atop you, knee right next to your thigh, leg perching her up. Steel dangerously close to your face, wrists aching from her push, you take your free hand to grip the sharp edge of your dagger to combat her own strength. You feel the knife dig into your palm.

“Why?” The queen cackles, leaning her mad face close. “Because she's the reason why I'm here, she's the reason why that man has ruined me until I couldn't even recognize myself—!”

Lifting your legs, bending your knees, you kick her right in her chest. Making her lose her balance, face falling flat on the marble floors. You take the opportunity to crawl and stand up, sprinting away from her. As you bolt off towards the altar, and towards the door to the bell tower, the stairs are within your reach, but Caroline yanks you by your skirt. You fall off the steps of the altar, body and dagger sliding off the smooth marble.

Groaning, she points her weapon towards your neck, taking your mother's necklace by her blade. “Why did you kill them? For revenge?” You ask, vision blurring from the way your head hit the floor. Everything aches in you, but you continue to fight.

“No, for the satisfaction of them being dead.” She eyes the golden necklace and you glare at her. “She was meant to take the crown, not me. Instead she ignored her duty and ran off with a bastard, and I was forced to marry that fucking beast!” Her voice booms, the saints above look down at the chaos. “Forced to carry his children, children I never wanted but loved nonetheless. Children that I never saw grow up because they were taken from me the second they came out of me!” Her hand shakes around the sword.

You slyly inch your hand towards your dagger that's only a hair width away from your fingertips. You let her continue as the tears in her eyes fall on your bloodied face.

“I never wanted to be queen, all I've ever wanted was to see the world. Your mother took that away from me, and now her daughter is living my fucking dream! The second I knew you were alive I wanted to wring your fucking neck. To hurt you just like her choices had on me.” She twists her sword so the blunt edge is kissing your neck, torture, she's planning on sawing your head off with the blunt edge. “If she can't pay, I'd settle for making you hurt instead.”

“You want to kill me because of what happened decades ago? You're fucking mad if you think sins are passed from parent to child! I never knew them!” You fight back despite the blade near your neck. “Do you understand that you caused the same pain to me that the king has caused you? Whatever you want to call it, it's still revenge!” Caroline pushes the cutlass closer, so close that you can feel it in your throat, choking you. “You're blaming the wrong people for your misfortune, blame the people who used you, who said yes to his every whim, not the couple who only wanted to marry the one they love!”

“I’m the victim here—!”

“You are, but who points the sword towards the innocent?” She blinks, lips wobbling. “Look at you, Mathias told me you're brilliant, but you never thought this part through, haven't you? What do you think the nobles of the land will do to you the moment they hear of your regicide? Who will they blame? Me, who bears the mark of your cruelty? Or you, who has the king's blood on your golden hands?”

You distract her enough to finally reach the dagger, swiftly, you plunge it to the nearest part of her that you can manage, her thigh. She screams in agony, sword and crown clanging loudly on the floor. The once favoured queen clutches her wound that's gushing blood, seeping out of her velvet dress and spilling over the white marble.

Unexpectedly, she cries as she desperately wraps her skirt around the gushing wound. You clamber up to your feet, eyes flitting over the stoic man when Caroline calls for him to kill you where you stand. He doesn't move from his position near the confessionals.

“Are you gonna fight me too? An eye for an eye?” You ask, hands shaking while you bend down for your crimson drenched dagger.

“No, your father and I are even.” The simple words turn your eyes the same shade as the fluid pooling around the queen.

“You're just gonna stand there?” You ask while Caroline's wails echo around the expansive church.

“I'm waiting for you to leave so I can help her.” He seems to be unbothered. A scream rings out from above, louder than the woman's screams. Alarm bells trigger in your mind. “Sounds like someone needs your help.”

“Don't follow me,” you threaten, knife pointed at him as you slither towards the door. “Don't help your captain.”

“Alexander!” She screams for the lieutenant.

“You're right, he's already dead anyway, not my problem anymore.” His eye follows you, “Good luck, duchess.”

With one look towards the mysterious man, you get a glimpse of him crouching next to the woman, hands casually tamping down the rushing blood. Locking the door behind you, you run once again.

The winding spiral staircase seems to go up forever, hand clutching your dagger, you don't even feel the pain in your ankles anymore. Numbness flashes over you for a second, but you carry on. The walls get smaller and tighter as you go on, the stone scratches your hands, the small windows barely provide any light for you. The sounds of struggle get louder, so you speed off with the last of your strength.

Rushing, you make it to the top where Mathias has his hands wrapped around Hobie's neck, with no ounce of hesitation, you plunge your dagger in the devil's flesh, right in between his clavicle.

With a shriek, Mathias lets go of Hobie. Your captain gasps for air, clutching his neck. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, relief washing over you just from seeing him breathe.

“I have you!” Holding his face, you thank the stars that he holds you back with his warm hands.

Hobie utters your name softly, “You have a habit of savin’ me, eh, scuttlebutt?” He smiles at you even with his left eye swelling, even with his mouth full of ichor.

You grin, getting him back to his feet. “The others are waiting—!” A large hand picks you up, wrapping a thick arm around your waist, the other is holding your own weapon in his cracked knuckles. Your own blade is placed harshly against your throat.

A trickle of blood drips from your flesh, and Hobie has the same look back on the revenge. Terrified, the swirling greys of his eyes are mortified at the scene in front of him.

Mathias still lives despite the laceration on his neck, despite his life rushing off of him in waves. He stands precariously on the edge of the tower, his back against the sea, the waves lapping against the cliffs below. He holds you tight as a noose when the wind rushes from behind.

There's a bout of silence hanging in between, Hobie's breath hitches in his throat at your fearful face.

“Don't—” Hobie's voice is broken, pleading desperately. “Please,” Not again, not again. The words scream at him. Not her, never her. “Take me instead.”

Mathias gurgles a response. “Just like old times, eh?”

As the blade kisses your neck, you could only look at Hobie. The copper bell is hanging behind him, large and magnificent, and he stands there with his hand desperately reaching towards you, his gun holds no bullets, sword lay broken in half near his feet.

It's the end, but he declines for it to end, for your life to end at hands of the same man that ended his old love three years ago.

He thinks fate is cruel, he thinks the fates hate him. He thinks his life is a Greek tragedy that was waiting to be written for the fates’ entertainment. He refuses to give them the ending they wanted.

You know it's the end, but it doesn't have to be the end for him too.

There's no other option, no other hope but, "No more sacrifices." You whisper to him even though you know he couldn't hear you, at the same time, you whisper an apology to him.

Images of the past six months flashes in your mind. Images of the tavern you once called home, images of the ship you still call your home. Images of the people you've come to love, images of your island and the sand in between your toes, and the sun on your back. Images of Hobie smiling down at you, images of him holding you close as you cry in his arms.

Images of you learning to love him.

You love him and all his sharp edges, all his anger and all his warmth. You loved him, and that's all that matters in life. To love someone so wholeheartedly that it burrows into your bones and digs deep into your marrows, never letting go. You loved him, and he's worth it for what you're about to do. To be loved back is a gift that he graciously granted you, you intend to cherish it until your end.

You call his name like the softest of silk wrapped around your tongue. "Hobie," and you smile at him, letting your smile tell him that he wasn't born to be a knife, letting your smile tell him that you love him more than the moon loves the tides.

He whispers back your name, pleading with you, for he knows you more than he knows himself, and he knows what you're about to do.

With a loop of your foot around Mathias' ankle, you pull hard, then you let yourself fall backwards.

“Alis volat propriis” You softly say, prying the knife from Mathias’ hand.

And fly you did.

Fear encapsulates him as you fall, the same fear flows out of you like spring water as you plunge into the dark depths.

Hobie refuses to look, frozen on the spot, unblinking eyes still staring at the space you left. His heart feels like it's about to give out as he says your name over and over again like a mantra.

He's a knife meant to grieve.

Slowly, his feet move for him. Body stiff, he makes it to the ledge. Grief stricken eyes darting below, he lets out a guttural wail that carries on with the wind.

Clutching his broken heart, he falls to his knees. He keeps repeating your name as he stares at the bubbles rising up on the surface, the waves deliver seafoam on the beach below, and with it, hope still clings to him.

“No,” A sob breaks through when you don't emerge a second later. “...no, c'mon scuttlebutt, don't fuckin' leave me.”

Grief rolls over his skin like tiny pinpricks of sorrow puncturing his insides and into his scarred heart. Your face flashes in front of him, and the voice inside him asks, 'will it be bad if you follow?'

“Brown?” A familiar voice calls behind him, Hobie whirls around, grief evident on his face, Miguel already knows what happend. He shakes his bloody head profusely, “where's— where is she?”

Hobie doesn't answer, he turns back towards the sea. Agony filling his very being as he stares below.

“No!” Miguel follows Hobie's eyes. And then he screams for you. He searches for you under the waves.

Hobie lays his head on the wall of the bell tower. A minute, it's been a minute since you fell, yet no sign of a body has floated up. The sky is still calm, the sun still shines, yet, you don't resurface.

He blinks away when he sees fingers reaching amongst the waves. “Did you see that?” Praying, praying to any deity out there that is listening to him, he prays that his mind isn't playing a cruel joke on him.

“What?”

Hobie stands up, taking Miguel's face to turn it towards the waters. Something moves under the seafoam, someone moves under the seafoam.

His heart picks up speed, and he rushes down the stairs. Miguel follows close by, their feet thudding loudly on the stairs. They ignore the various pains in their body, what matters is you, and they intend to get to your side as quickly as possible.

They go through the broken door that Miguel kicked, and they run over a puddle of blood without a body. Sprinting outside, the sea breeze greets them. They don't stop for anyone or anything, even though the palace burns to the ground behind them, even though the heat from the melting golden gates sears their backs. They continue downward towards the path to the beach.

Hobie trips on a rock, Miguel helps him up swiftly.

From the tides, you rise once more.

Heaving from the swim, drenched and sore. You grin at the two men rushing towards you. Like the waves lapping at your feet, relief washes over them.

You raise your arms in time just before Hobie crashes his body to yours. His face finds safety in the crook of your neck. Arms holding you tight and comfortable, he breaths you in, taking a deep shuddering breath. You smell like the sea. He can't believe you're alive, can't believe that you're back in his arms.

“I lost the dagger,” you say against his cheek as you press cold kisses on his skin.

“I'll get you a new one.” Tears flow out of his eyes, he feels like he's dreaming, he feels like fate has finally granted him reprieve. “I’ll get you a hundred more, fuck that, a thousand more if you asked.”

“I just want one.” You chuckle.

“I'll get you one then.” Hobie peels himself off you, fingers roaming your face, the heel of his hand is placed atop your pulse, making sure he didn't fall off the tower himself. “You're alive.” He says breathlessly, “you fuckin' swam!”

“I had a good teacher.” You say as you hold him tenderly. “He's dead, it's over, Hobie.” Salty tears in your lashes, he pulls you in for another hug. Eyes closed, you savour the calmness with the sound of the rushing sea behind you, knowing that Mathias lays beneath its waves with your dagger embedded in his eye. “It's over, and I'm alright.”

Holding your hand towards Miguel who sits on his knees on the sand, eyes glowing with consolation. You flex your hand towards him so he could hold your hand. He stands up, taking it willingly, squeezing once like how he held your parents’ hands once upon a time.

Miguel nods proudly at you, gently pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, he gives you and Hobie space. You mouth a thank you towards the man.

—

“Shit!” James exclaims, jumping up and down on the docks. “Look at her! She's magnificent!”

“Spell ‘magnificent’, James.” Yuri taunts.

“Don't ruin this for me!” He turns towards you, grinning from ear to ear like a child in a sugar shop. “You're actually giving us this ship?”

“Mm-hmm—” before you could finish nodding, James sprints off towards the fine ship. Yuri winks at you before she follows behind James.

The sun slowly sets, bathing the waters in pink and orange light. James isn't wrong, the ship is magnificent. It's bigger than the black hellion, much bigger. Two crow's nests sit at the highest point of the masts. The body is well maintained, oak still shining in the late afternoon sun. Silver violets and hazelnuts decorate the sides, a reminder of what could've been.

Looking at your new home, you shift your gaze to Hobie, knowing wherever he is, as long as you're with him, you're home.

Your tired eyes flick over the figurehead of an osprey with its wings outstretched around the head of the ship. Hobie taps your head with his own gently.

“It needs some work done.”

You chuckle as you fix your hold on him. Still in your wedding gown, skin still smelling like the sea, you move impossibly closer to him. You're both winded, but Hobie has sustained more injuries than you and needed more help in standing up straight. “Do you think we should change the name?”

“Love,” he turns his head towards you, his smile almost makes you kiss him right there and then. “I think I've got a few ideas, for now let's get the fuck out of here.”

“Alright— wait, where's Gwen?”

“Here, worry much, landlubber?” She asks on her stretcher. Miles, Pavitr and an unknown blond man carry her.

“Well you were shot, Gwendy, I think I have every right to be worried.”

“I'm fine now, can't even feel a thing!” She smiles and you recognize her state.

“I think that's the medication talking.” You eye the stranger, “and who might you be?”

“Oi,” Hobie points at the man. “You better not cause any trouble Stacy.”

You lightly gasp, finally noticing the resemblance.

“Not planning on causing any, captain.” Gwen's father smiles and gives you a curt nod.

“Can we hurry the chit chat?” Miles groans.

“You telling me I'm too heavy, Morales?” Gwen teases but the fatigue must've taken a toll on Miles as he takes it seriously.

“W-what? Of course not!”

“You calling my daughter heavy?” Her father jokes back. They're father and daughter alright.

“No! Let's just get on the ship.” Miles pouts, you send him a smile, wordlessly giving him your thanks. He shakes his head, hiding his grin in reply.

“Pav!” You call after Pavitr, “tea later?”

He beams at you, happiness almost blinding you. “Hell yeah!” Jaunting happily, he practically skips off, to Gwen's protest, who still lays on the gurney, shakes from his little dance.

Miguel taps your shoulder, Hobie lets you go so you could hug the man.

“Room for one more?” He asks while patting your back.

Leaning away, your eyes widen, smile widening. “What!”

“I meant for Lyla, kid.” Miguel laughs, smile lines appearing.

“Oh, you're not coming with us?” Disappointment is evident in your voice.

“No, sorry. Maybe one day. I've got unfinished business” He holds your shoulders, “you better take care or I'll chase you again.”

“Oh god, don't say that!” You giggle whilst he mirrors your smile. “If you're not coming, then you can have this back.” Taking off the locket, you place it in his rough palms. “A reminder of them,” you close his fingers around the gold. “Besides, I already have his gun. You deserve something of theirs too.”

The sun shines in his eyes. “This was Gabriella’s, she gifted it to your mother when she got sick. It's a family heirloom.”

“She was Gabriella's godmother, wasn't she?”

“Yes, and your father was her godfather.”

You tap his hand. “It's back in the right hands then.”

“Thank you,” Miguel sniffs, neck craning towards Hobie who sits on a crate. “And you,” Hobie dramatically points at himself. “Take care of my goddaughter, or I'll come after you again.”

Hobie, smirks, “aye, aye, admiral.” He mocks a salute.

Miguel shoots you a look, “you sure about that one?”

You gaze at Hobie, your Hobie. “I'm sure.” He winks at you and you wink back.

“God, I gotta let you go before I get sick.” You chortle as Miguel hugs you one last time. Pressing a kiss on the crown of your head, he nods once, staring at your face, seeing his friends’ faces in yours, saying goodbye to the three of you. “Be good, I'll see you in the sea.”

“Looking forward to it, uncle. Don't get caught by the coppers.” He lets you go with a laugh, unhitching his horse and then getting on, he rides off.

Lyla suddenly appears from the dust with a big grin on her face, she carries suitcases upon suitcases in her arms. “Where to, captain?” She asks you.

“Not the captain, he is.” You gesture towards Hobie who doesn't even correct Lyla. He just waves at her with a small shrug.

“I thought whoever owned the boat was the captain, anyway! Off to adventure!” She cackles into the sunset, feet thudding loudly as she hurls all her luggage on the ship. You vaguely hear someone yell ‘who the fuck are you?!’

You ignore it for now, how could you not when Hobie stares at you so sweetly that you prefer this than chocolate?

“She's not wrong y’know.” He says whilst you saunter towards him. Stretching his legs, he gives you space to stand in between them.

“Are you planning on giving me your title, captain?” You tease, sliding your hands up and down his arms. His own is wrapped around your middle, staring up at you with endearment.

“You're already a captain,” you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head. He sighs, so full of love for the woman in his arms. “of my heart—”

“I knew you would say that!” You laugh, feeling like the weight off your shoulders has finally turned into dust. And he feels like the fish bone stuck in his throat is finally gone.

Hobie smiles softly at you, heart shaped grey eyes full of life. “Are you sure about this? Stayin’ I mean.”

You squeeze the back of his neck, already missing how his hair would tickle your palms. But you love him even with his scruffy head. He looks handsome with or without it, you'll never tell him or his ego would implode. At least now you get the pleasure of seeing it grow, you can't help but press a sickeningly sweet kiss atop his head.

The sound of the anchors getting lifted up fills your ears so you lean closer for him to hear your words better.

“I'll stay as long as you want me too.”

“Forever then?”

“Forever.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “Until I'm cold, you can't escape me.”

Hobie has a lopsided smile on his lips, grey eyes aglow with affection. “You're still in your white dress,” you raise an eyebrow. “Y’know what that means—” Lifting you up like a bride, he carries you towards the ship as you yelp and giggle in his arms. “Off to our honeymoon then!”

As the sun sets, you set off to new beginnings. You've found where you belong, you've finally found home.

A/N: And it's done!! Thank you all so much for reading, interacting and genuinely showing your support whether it's by making fanart or sending your thoughts, I'm forever grateful for all of them!! Love you ❤️

Already missing the crew? They'll be back for Between the Devil and the Sea Book 2!! You can check out my ☕ page for a lil sneak peek!

[ohayopoko]

Eren with a BlackFem!S/O Pt 2 (Nsfw)

Note: Okay I really had to get the rest off of my chessstttt🤯🥵 Eren is rotting my brain rnnnn y’all leave me aloneeeee

Part 1 3 4

-Eren loves when you wear pink he thinks it complements your skin so nice and there’s nothing he loves more than peeling off your pretty pink panties to fuck up your pretty pink pussy😽💓💗

-Eren loves to do 69 so your ass and thighs suffocate him while he gobbles that fat pussy up like the last supper 😭

-spreads your cheeks so he can taste that cute little asshole and slowly licks from your clit to your crackkkk 🤤

-You tell Eren some bitches wanna run down on you? His Babygirl?” You bet your fucking ass y’all running down on them bitches together😝

-And Chile you know Eren w all the fuck shit ‼️🙄 And y’all don’t run fair fades 😚

-Eren will %100 hold your wig while you boom some bitch real quick “I got your wig baby, slam that bitch for Daddy!”

-Loves to watch you cook! Eren will usually chill in the kitchen with you while he watches some shit on his phone but always ends up just staring while you throw down in the kitchen w/ a small smile on his face

-your presence makes him feel at home and at peace😇

-Eren feels his breeding kink coming out and he wants to stuff all his kids in your pretty pussy over the Mac N Cheese 🧀👨‍👩‍👧😩

-Y’all had so many pregnancy scares but does that stop Eren from waking up in the middle of the night and tearing your pussy to shreds because you like to sleep naked? Not a fuckin chance🥱😜

-of course you gave him permission and he would never do it unless you didn’t (or if s/o was mad or upset in the moment)😕

-Eren pins your leg up and dives into your wet pussy, sweet boy really tries to be gentle but he always ends up drilling you awake and all of a sudden you’re squirting 💦😩

-Baby boy loves to go with you to your nail appointments, excited to see what type of loud baddie shit you’ll get next

-totally melts at claw nails, loves to feel that shit scratching his back when you try to run from him🤪

-Eren feels so special when you let him pick the color🥰👯

-Eren is a sucker for dates, he just loves to take you out so he can show you off

-“Get dressed Y/n, we’re leaving at 6.” “Wait baby what do I wear?” Eren smirks and licks his lips “Heels, no panties.”

-Takes your pictures on his phone cause he insists the Pro is better but s/o knows he wants to keeps them for memories 😌

-Eren do be jealous outchea so he loves to tongue kiss you and squeeze your ass when you’re getting too much attention 🙄

-Ofc S/O is a working woman so Eren is dropping his princess off to work every morning before he goes to work

-y’all leave early so yall can have some quality time before work and get Starbucks or whatever the fuck y’all are feeling that morning

-S/o rubs Eren’s thigh while he drives and plays some good tunes that y’all sing and laugh to.“Bitches want smoke until I bring it to the doorstep! Tell that bitch bag back breath smell like horse sex!!!”

-Only time a day Eren doesn’t want to jump your bones because he already has you cramping up from the way he fucks you out in front of the mirror for giving him back talk when he wakes you up 🥵❣️

-“You’re still crying? Throw that pussy back again Slut, don’t make me have to chase you.”

-Eren definitely hypes s/o up when she randomly comes of out nowhere and twerks on him 😎

-He could be on the game with Armin and Jean and he’d drop it all entertain your stupidness 🥳😝

-“Yeahhh pretty girl make it clap for me,”😩🥴

[statticscribbles]

Sleepover

Summary: Liam Dunbar/Reader, they have a sleepover and reader gets bored and tries to cuddle/distract liam from his video game

Liam Dunbar had been a mystery to you until the moment he wasn’t. Which to say was you’d been tagging along with everyone, Stiles had insisted he needed your help with something and then Liam had brought you pizza and refused to give Stiles any, you and Liam sharing it instead. Which had started Liam bringing you things to spite Stiles, at least that's what he said he was doing. Spitting Stiles had turned into taking you places while there wasn;t any actual research happening as an excuse to stretch your legs. That had led to another not date, eating lunch over the weekend, then watching movies and sharing lunch at school. Which led to passing notes in class and texting back and forth, and then spending time after school together.

All of those not dates had accumulated into an actual date, flowers from Liam and an assurance that the two of you were exclusive, and then a hurried explanation to you that Liam hadn’t seen anyone else anyways and he wouldn’t want to.

You’d laughed at that and planned your first night together. Despite Stiles and Lydia’s comments about the two of you getting up to more than just watching movies and attempting to make cookies.

”Liam, are you winning?” You hum from where you’re stretched out on the bed, Liam’s eyes don’t move from where they switch between the screen and the controller in his hand.

“Liam?” no response, you poke at his leg and he huffs pausing his game and turning to look at you.

“Yes?” 

”Is the game good?”

“Well I wouldn’t be playing it, if it wasn’t.”

“Liammmmm.” You whine when he hasn’t moved from looking at the tv for almost an hour.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You try to tempt him with pizza but he just blindly reaches for it until he grabs a slice, fingers digging into the cheese to lift it to his mouth and take a bite out of it sideways.

“God really has abandoned us.” You laugh when Liam pauses his game, looking in horror at the pizza slice.

“This is why you should take a breakkkk.” You nod eagerly and Liam smirks.

“You’re just saying that cause you want to cuddle.”

“Well yes, but also you’re going to lose your wolf vision staring at the screen.”

“I don’t think that’s how  it works baby.” Liam smirks when you crawl  onto his lap and kiss his cheek.

“So you do just want to cuddle.”

“Of course, I missssss youuuu.”

“Y/N, I’m literally sitting next to you while we’re on a sleepover date like we’ve been doing for the past what, four months? You really miss me that much?”

“Yes you’re just so focused on the game, and i’m sitting here all aloneeeee.”

“You’re half on my lap Y/N, that’s the farthest from being alone.”

“I'm emotionally alone.”

“Is it?” Liam laughs, pulling you in for a kiss and you sigh into it.

“You do realize you could just ask to kiss me right?” Liam asks after you pull back from a small makeout session.

“I know I could ask but it’s much nicer to cuddle and kiss and not have to ask.”

“Do you just want me to stop playing the game? You can also just ask me to do that, you know that right?”

“It’s no fun to just ask you! I wanna make you notice me.”

“You’re aware that I notice you all of the time.”

“Well clearly not if you’re just playing video games the entire time we’re having a sleepover!!”

“What would you rather do right now? Sleep?” He laughs a little and your face lights up when he catches your eye and smirks.

“Oh I think I have an idea of what you want.”

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[mxrgaery]

i don't know what crack these bitches are smoking. assholes like that d*sneyprincessbuffyannesumemrs always used to butt onto dany stans posts and show her illiterate ass, that joke of a sideblog t*llystan reblogged posts from arya stans and picked fights with everyone till the bitch went back to her main w her fucking tail bw her legs; hacks like that j*nstarks make anti dany gifsests and post them under the daenerys targaryen tag pissing off even non dany stans w her behaviour, all of them have multiple slavery apologist and victim blaming posts, other ones like that dumbass deadlilly posted under the arya tag and when people replied to him he admitted he did it to rile people up. one of these assholes keeps copying posts from our side and pasting it onto the jonsas' and cultists' askboxes so they have a chance to act all appalled and talk about something whenever their CaNoN jONsA ENDGaMe sHiP evidence starts weakening. FOR YEARS the bitches have stolen arts and quotes and reworked their metas to say "oh no its actually Nonsa foreshadowing" and now they are acting as if ppl were talking about stealing metas from dany/arya stans 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 and after making threats and insulting ppl on multiple posts like that s*yrugg clown keeps doing they acts like victims and poor little meow meows We DiD Not dO AnYThiNg WE StAy In OuR cORnER Of thE FaNdOm we just wannabeleft aloneeeee

What I appreciate about our side of the fandom is that despite Jonsas (and certain other big bloggers) acting this way many times, we have never had a need to repeatedly attack people or tag them to start arguments based on lies. I remember when GoT ended and Jonsas used to tag Dany stans in posts with her death scene and needle them and mock them for not listening to their "predictions". What's funny about their predictions is that the main reason they came up with those hateful theories i.e. the Jonsa ship was never canon, and was refuted by the cast and showrunners point blank. These people forget, that with every new development on the show, they had to rework their theories to fit their endgame (which did not come true anyway lmao Jon didn't fuck Sansa like they wanted and these shippers .... flew off the handle and started harrassing BNFs on other platforms with their "Jonsa evidence"). For years, Sansa stans have hated Arya to the point they created "neutral intellectual blogs dedicated to metas" with every. other. post. being anti Arya or taking themes from her storyline and claiming them for both Stark sisters. These blogs used to support all sorts of characters like Jorah and Viserys to shit on Dany and call her an immature little teenage girl. Jonsas took these pointers and ran with them, worsening the takes and with them, the fandom. When the show started going downhill and Arya started licking at the flavorless caricature's feet Sansa/Jonsa stans suddenly started being all Stark Sister UwU and making art about both girls being supportive of each other, forgetting, that they made up theories where Arya would die and warg into Nymeria and Sansa would get her sister's direwolf which would serve as her bodyguard while she sang and harped her way to a position of power. In short, they are liars and will never admit to it, and such toxicity will only attract more idiots to the fandom. We can't do anything about it, because apparently even defending characters is harrassment and triggers these people.

[toonqueen]

I’m doing Duckvember uh- very lazy this year. EXTRA LAZY OKAY. I’m always busy, leave me aloneeeee! Weh.  So I’m gonna do like writing headcanons of mostly canon chars that the prompts remind me of. Ahhhh. I’ll also be doing uummm old Duckvembers I never finished lulz. OOPS. But that's for my days off of work. HALP.

Hot Shot Duck

My first thought was Nosedive from Mighty Ducks the Animated Series. Ahhh haha. Jfc. Most of the chars I made mary sues to ship with were more serious chars and then I had this goober as my main ship with my OC in Mighty Ducks.  Oh god this idiot why do I love him.

I think the most funny thing about him like - following the cartoon action hero formula he should be the fun character that would be the kid’s best friend vibe but instead they made him an asshole and not a sweeter like Bumblebee or whiny like oh god Snarf in Thundercats jfc. Nosedive had jerkiness in a kids show when weren’t we supposed to be teaching lessons of not being little shits to the kids maybe? Lol. and that ep where they had Nosedive not like humans looooool. 

I loved the TINY bit of character development we got from him going from idiot (In ‘Take me to your Leader’ when he tried to be leader and sucked) and to actually being more skilled/useful (Like in Puck Fiction where he (tho with Grin) was getting shit done.) I JUST REALIZED that in “Take me to your Leader” he was with Grin too. So maybe the growth is not only maybe getting better skilled but also maybe LISTENING TO GRIN MAYBE. Lol. Or maybe Grin maybe just got better at reeling in Nosedive’s chaotic energy. Jfc. 

Anyways, at the time a lot of my other cartoon show chars in my harem were like - angsty types or temper types (Oh sweet Raph the best Mutant Turtle,) so Nosedive was a nice change from that. Yay.  Anyways.

Also dude with long hair we need that more in cartoons okay. >_>;;;;

My friends and I that wrote fic back in highschool were doing AU stories with each of the Duck’s team members being the villain. For Nosedive I totally forgot his from back in the day but 5ish years ago brainstormed if I ever wrote it, how I would do it now. The AU started with if Nosedive had been left behind when Canard told Wildwing to leave him behind. WHICH IS A VERY CONTROVERSIAL SCENE FOR ME, CANARD YOU ASSHOLE. 

 So Nosedive ends up getting thrown in the Saurian prison camps. Of course he gets roughed up but is still mouthy and ends up getting a hatred for being left behind. While Dragaunus still had a working dimensional gateway generator, before the Lucretia DeCoy incident maybe, he found out Wildwing had a brother in one of his camps. The original plan was to use Nosedive in trade I guess for a power source for Dragaunus’s ship or whatever, lawd that show. 

Since Nosedive wasn’t with the team on Puckworld then they weren’t over weight on the ship when going through the gateway so Canard didn’t have to YEET himself. Which means Canard is still leader and didn’t OVER DRAMATICALLY hand the mast to Wildwing instead of having Grin rip out the bolted down chairs and throw those out instead. It's what he deserves. 

((LOL I just remembered one of my songs for my original evil Nosedive Plot was “Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me” by U2. STILL DON’T REMEMBER THE ORIGINAL PLOT BUT THAT WAS ONE OF THE SONGS LOL. Just added it to my Evil Dive playlist. >_> SWEATS))

ANYWAYS long story short- Ducks meet Saurian’s in your usual abandoned warehouse to do a trade of power source for idiot little brother. I’m sure Canard did not want to do it but Wildwing was like bitch you had me leave my little brother behind now we’re gonna get him. But said politely. Yay. Though, before the trade while both sides are arguing terms, Nosedive gets out of whatever cuffs/ropes were restraining him. And what you expect to happen is to run over to the ducks side so he can leave with them and no fuel exchange. Well, much to Saurian and Duck surprise, Nosedive grabbed the nearest weapon off of anyone, and shot at the fuel source that was being traded. And who was standing next to it? Canard. Of course. That asshole. <_<;;  

So everybody gets out of the warehouse except Nosedive and Canard. They aren’t seen anywhere. SWEATS. While the rest of the Ducks after that are having something of a ‘Take me to your Leader’ ep but with no mask (that was on Canard- ha) The Saurian’s track down and find Nosedive. Pretty sure they had a tracker on him. While Dragaunus is pissed at another loss of a fuel source, he see’s potential in getting Nosedive to work for him. He seems rather pissed at fellow ducks. It doesn’t take much manipulation to convince him that like HEY your brother Wildwing abandoned you too. Maybe you should get revenge on him and the other ducks you don’t know. Haa. And it FUKKIN works. Anyways they’d be all that trope drama of ‘oh no Wildwing doesn’t really want to hurt him because that's his brother but he attacks maybe once every week or so as the villain of the day.’ While Grin and Tanya would respect Wildwing on being careful fighting Nosedive and try to talk to him not hurt him… on the other hand with Duke and Mallory if Wildwing isn’t there and Nosedive is a threat well- they’re gonna beat his ass. LULZ. 

Anyways Nosedive in an all black outfit and being a badass with weapons why not lets go. Making crazy faces like Dilandau from Escaflowne would make cuz I was a little weeboo in high school.  Not bias at all. 

But its a little bit hot.

ANYWAYS redemption arch for Nosedive happens eventually, though ya-know… kinda killed Canard but who knows maybe he’s alive and has a partial Mask of Drake Ducaine and is gonna be the next villain coming up because he’s a big jerk too. Fuck that guy. 

I’m gonna reblog this with playlists because if I put a link in the main post then it won’t show up in the tags cuz TUMBLR IS A WONDERFUL valuable website.

ANY QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, OR CONCERNS I’M HAPPY TO ANSWER. Lulz.

[hatsukeii]

hi hi, i have a levi scenario request! so, the reader is known to act on an instant, driven by intuition, which makes her valuable soldier. but when she meets her crush levi at night while they both can't sleep she just suddenly kisses him without thinking about whats driven her to do that. and idk, levi's just perplex but he didn't dislike it. dk how to wrap it up, so u can choose! i hope this is alright! :)

Yoo that’s acc a really good prompt thank you!

I’m naming the fic after a song and YOU CAN’T STOP ME-

Scrawny// Levi x reader

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summary: Due to severe insomnia, you decide to wake your captain up and make him spar with you.

“Captain. Caaaaptainnnnnn. Leeeviiii. Levi Heichouuuu. Captain Leeeeeeevi-” An irritated grunt sounded from inside the room. “Name and business. Make it quick.” You gave yourself a little victory pump, an idiotic smile now plastered on your face. “(Y/N) sir! I need some help!” The door was whipped open by none other than your fuming captain, his permanent scowl looking extra pissed. “What in the actual name of hell are you doing here? It’s past midnight, get your ass back to bed, and out of my office.” The wooden door was slammed in your face, startling you a bit as you let out a yelp and jumped. You huffed out, pouting a bit as you placed an elbow on the door, continuing to knock relentlessly. “Heiiichouuuuu. Pleaaaaaase help meeeeee. Levi heichouuuuuuuuu. I can’t do it aloneeeee, it’d be pointlessssssss.”

How did you get into this situation?

Well.

You were initially going to stay put and just roll yourself to sleep, or at least try to. But the boredom became way too much for you to bear very quickly. Your mind debated between the sensible option, which was to just wait for the sun to rise, or to just get some training in. Specifically, get someone to spar with you. Everyone in your cabin was fast asleep at this ungodly hour, soft snores from the girls filling up the cozy space. You continued to toss and turn, forcing your eyes shut and trying to relax. You stayed still for about five minutes or so, before a loud snort resonated throughout the room, jolting you awake from your short lived peace. Groaning in annoyance, you glared towards the direction of the unwomanly sound, landing your eyes on Sasha, who was sound asleep in a weird position. It was already 1am. You had to wake at 5am. You weren’t about to get any sleep anytime soon. Insomnia’s an actual bitch. Following your thoughts, you practically rolled out of your bed, trying to comb down your terrifyingly disheveled hair, before changing into some workout clothes, slipping on your shoes, and waddling towards the office of one person you were certain would be awake at this time- Captain Levi. Everyone in the Corps knew of his terrible sleep schedule, so you were positive he was still awake and working. In addition to that, you would rather die than admit it to the other cadets, but you were completely whipped for Levi, so just getting any form of time alone with him would be a blessing to you. Even if it was just to spar.

“Heichou please help me, I can’t stand it any longerrrrrr, I’m gonna die of boredom, do you feel me Levi heichouuuu-” The door you were leaning on so comfortably swung open, catching you off guard. You started to fall, nothing around being useful in supporting you. All Levi did was walk out of the way and watch your tiny body fly towards the hard wooden floor. “Jesus brat, what the hell do you want from me?” You stood up rapidly, dusting yourself off, before scratching your head. “Can you spar with me?” Levi’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. ��Are you serious right now?” You timidly nodded, chuckling dryly in a terrible attempt to alleviate the tense and awkward vibe of the situation. “(Y/L/N). You disturb me, at 1am, while I’m doing paperwork, to spar? Couldn’t this wait for tomorrow? Go back to sleep, this is an order.” He proceeded to walk back into his office, hand reaching out for the door handle. You laughed lightheartedly, keeping the door open with your foot. “Levi heichouuu, I’m sure you know how big of a bitch insomnia is, will you help a fellow poor sufferer out? Pretttty pleaaaase?” There was no way Levi was about to reject that request. How could he when you were acting so cute? Your whiny ass could melt even the coldest of people, himself included.

The minute you joined the Survey Corps, Levi already had his eyes on you. According to the information Shadis gave him, you were an extremely valuable asset when it came to scheming and fighting. Your intuition was like none other. It was impressive. Perhaps even more impressive than Sasha’s. During battle, your pure gut instincts have saved many soldiers. Most of them knew the name (Y/N) as the insanely accurate fortune teller. You knew exactly where titans would be, and how they would attack. That combined with your logic, made you an excellent tactician. What brought you down, were your physical skills. You were never the fittest person, often times collapsing after only five laps around the training area. You barely passed the ODM gear test, and almost broke a bone sparring with Connie. CONNIE. Since then, Levi has noticed you skipping dinner and training in your free time, whether it was just normal working out, or practising punches and kicks. He had initiated conversations with you before, usually starting off serious, but those talks usually turned into dumb arguments over questions like whether you could eat medicine with tea, or whether Eren was actually dysphoric. As months passed by, you became one of the few people that managed to get close to Levi. Although the captain may not show it, he had to admit, he has grown quite fond of you with time too.

“Good lord, fine, you scrawny ass brat. I’ll spar with you for an hour and an hour only. No buts. Consider yourself lucky I’m actually giving into your ridiculous request.” You beamed, jumping up and down like a child seeing a cotton candy machine, then crossing your arms over your chest, giving Levi a fake pout. “Thank you so much cap! For the record, I’m not scrawny!” He only grunted in response, letting you drag him to the training grounds. On the way, you sensed something off. No, scratch that, there was just a weird vibe. It was like something waiting to happen, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was exactly. You were skeptical for a bit, before you let it go and took it as sheer paranoia.

“(Y/L/N), you’re getting better.” You were completely drenched in sweat at this point, your muscles aching like crazy. You two had been sparring for about thirty minutes only, and somehow you were already worn out, whilst Levi was still completely fine, not a single drop of sweat evident. “C’mon cadet, you can do better than this. You asked me to spar with you, bring it.” You huffed out, panting like a thirsty dog, arms on your knees. “Yeah, hold on, just give me one second to just-” You took in a few deep breaths, before stretching your arms and legs, getting into a fighting stance again. “Okay, I think I’m all good captain.” Levi sent out a tiny smirk, charging towards you without warning. He sent a punch toward your jaw, missing by mere centimetres as you dodged it, grabbing his arm, knocking him off his feet, and throwing him to the ground. “Whooo! I finally won! Once!” You cheered a bit too early. Within seconds, you were flipped over again, the captain’s lean figure now hovering over you in a straddle. “Guard up until the opponent either passes out, dies, or surrenders. That’s rule number one of fighting. That was a pretty impressive throw though, I’ll give you that.” You sighed in defeat, tapping out quickly. “Seriously? You’re going to give up like that? That’s not the (Y/N) I know.” You thought about that for a second. “You know what captain? You’re right.” Smirking evilly, you got into a guard position, kicking your legs up to wrap around his chest as you rolled over, hovering over him in a mount.

Maybe you were dumb. Or maybe you were too immersed in the fight. But you didn’t realise how close you and Levi were until then. Your face burned multiple different shades of red as you went silent for a few moments, Levi staring at you in confusion. “Oi, what did I tell you about not being distracted during a fight?” He tried to shift into a better position, when your hand came down onto his collar. Should I do this? You were about to take a huge risk. Your brain was desperately trying to stop you from doing god knows what next. However your heart was throbbing, messing with your thought process. You felt that weird, tingly vibe in the air again, this time paying close attention to it instead of just ignoring it like the last time. Maybe this is the world’s way of telling me to do this thing? Is it? You pondered over the thought, staying as still as a statue. “(Y/F/N)? Did you listen to a word I said-”

You know what? To hell with your doubts and worries.

Grabbing the soft fabric of his shirt, you harshly pulled him towards you, attacking his lips with your own as you refused to let go, squeezing your own eyes shut. He was audibly shocked, giving out a tiny yelp as you continued to kiss him. His hair tickled your forehead, his breaths tickled your face, the fact that you were kissing your captain tickled every single little thing inside of you. For a few moments, you could hear your embarrassment buzzing in your own ears, before you finally pulled away, lowering Levi back down to the ground as you let go of his shirt. Your eyes widened at what you just did, your entire body going hot as you took your time to let the fact that you just kissed your hot, badass, midget captain sink in. Your hand went up to cover your mouth as you gave a muffled scream, getting off of him immediately and apologising profoundly. “U-uh I think that’s probably enough sparring for tonight, I’ll go see if I can go back to sleep now. Goodnight cap!” You screamed as you ran back to the cabin, completely flustered and feeling very hot. Slamming the cabin door close, you looked around, to see a tall figure sitting up from her bed, turning on a lamp. “(Y/N)...? What are you doing in workout clothes? And… why are you all red and sweaty?” You jumped, cursing a bit at Mikasa’s question as the other girls started to wake up from the noise that you made. “I- uh, it’s a long story….” Ymir smirked, before placing an arm on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Get changed, and we’ll have all night to talk about it.” The other girls agreed, sending you evil looks as you grabbed your sleeping clothes and proceeded to clean up and change, your risky move from just now still circling your mind like a hive of annoying ass bees.

Meanwhile, Levi could not comprehend what the hell just happened. Did she just kiss me? He fixed his collar, which was now dirtied and wrinkled as he scrunched his nose at the disgraceful sight. “Tch, that brat, running away as if I would be on her ass for the rest of her life as a soldier after she did that.” He let his hand go up to touch his lips, seemingly fascinated by how he didn’t resist or anything. He was beyond confused. Never in a billion years did he expect to be kissed by someone in the military, let alone someone in his own squad. He tried to ignore his cheeks that were feeling warm as he dusted himself off, standing up and walking back to his office, mumbling to himself.

“Why’d you run away so quickly (Y/N)? I didn’t say I disliked that or anything.

Hoe hoe hoe I have finally finished this req! This was so fun to write oh lord I was laughing to myself-

This one goes into the short kings clan👑👑

Hope you liked it anon🥺👉👈💕

Tags:

@burnt-tomato @lydzisanerd @bokutokoutarou @trashcanweeb @izzyphantomgamer @artsamber @ewfilthymundane @macaronnn @sunshines-and-tatertots @for-ests @inlwlevi

Idek why I can’t tag @ewfilthymundane but I’m soRry

[janetbrown711]

“Ew. Emotions.”  Dewey

A storm had hit the place they were staying so Dewey and Webby ended up stuck in south america until Dewey fixed up his plane so they could go home. It wasn't supposed to take more than one day, granted that Webby help, but out of the blue, none other than Louie shows up with a suprise visit when he heard they would be delayed coming home. Soon, Webby was distracted and Dewey was left by himself.

Boy, how he hated being by himself.

He hadn't admitted it to a soul, but he was starting to feel very, very alone. His brothers were often too busy with college to go off on adventures with him. What free time Louie had he spent with Webby. They were engaged after all. There wedding day wasn't too terribly far away. It was slowly creeping up on him.

A part of him didn't want to go.

His other part knew that was ridiculous. That he was being dramatic.

But he did not like the reminder that he was the only brother that wasn't dating. That he was the only brother who was... basically alone.

He went to the bar for a drink.

"Back so soon?" A familiar voice spoke behind him. Dante.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he took a drink.

"You seem different. Did something happen between you and your lady friend?" He asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Not really," he huffed dramatically.

"'Not really' is not under the list of good answers my friend. What happened?" He asked with sincerity.

"Ew. Emotions," Dewey acted disgusted, as he took yet another drink. Dante laughed.

"I see," he nodded to the bartender and he brought him a drink.

"You sure you can't elaborate?" He asked with a playful smirk that made Dewey feel things.

"Gross. More emotions. I don't need none of that crap," he stuck out his tongue before chugging the rest of his drink and the bartender giving him another.

"True true. Perhaps all you need is a drink," Dante went along, accepting Dewey's stubborn act.

"I don't need her anyways. I don't need my brothers either. I'm an adventururur... an adventur...urur!" Dewey laughed and gave up on pronouncing the word.

"Oh? Now what's this about your lady friend?" He raised an eyebrow.

"My brother's her heckin fiance and now they out kissin or something cutsie snd couple-y like that," dewey complained.

"They left you alone?" Dante asked.

"Yep. But I don't need them or their stupid wedding. I'm Dewey Duck," he pointed at himself with his thumb.

"That's the spirit," Dante grinned, but Dewey's face quickly fell and he shook his head.

"No. I need them. I need to go to the wedding," he sighed.

"Why is their wedding such a bummer?" Dante asked.

"Because i'm aaallllllllllll aloneeeee," he sighed even more dramatically.

"Hey! Here's an idea: how about i come with you?" Dante suggested. Dewey pondered it, swirling his drink in its glass.

"I dunno. I already rsvp'd for uno so they might kill me," he sighed and rested his head on the bar.

"Oh c'mon, what's one more guest?" Dante joked.

"You don't know how wedding's work," Dewey pointed out. Dante laughed.

"I suppose on that you are right. I have never been to a wedding," he acknowledged.

"Well they all suck butts and should end," Dewey huffed. Dante chuckled and shook his head.

"You are very dramatic my friend. I do not like you in a funk. Come on, I have an idea," Dante grabbed Dewey's hand and they went over to where microphones were. Dewey chugged the rest his drink and and his memory started to get spotty.

The rest of the night went something like this: sang karaoke, drank more, sang more karaoke, sat for a bit, ignored his phone, sang more, drank more, and a whole lot of black patches in between.

He woke up with a pounding headache, fully clothed, lying on top of his bed and reeking of booze spilled on his shirt. Someone was showering in the bathroom, which made him shoot up.

"Who's there?" He groaned and mumbled. The shower quickly turned off and out cane none other than Dante with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Ah my friend, you're awake," Dante grinned at him and Dewey forced himself to look away, unless he desired his full face turn red.

"What're you doing in my hotel room?" He asked.

"Actually, this is mine. The rooms in this place all look the same. After we kissed you basically passed out at the bar so i had no chiice but to bring you here. But do not worry, no more than that happened," Dante explained.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait- we- uh..." Dewey was too embarrased to ask.

"Kissed? Yes. You were quite the drunk man last night," Dante laughed as he went to the corner and put on his vest.

"Oh," Dewey sighed and rubbed his face. He looked to the dresser beside him and saw his phone. 15 missed calls from both Louie and Webby. He frowned.

"Why do i have so many missed calls?" He asked.

"They kept bugging you last night and you elected to stay at the bar and ignore them," Dante told.

"Oh," was all Dewey mustered. He felt kinda bad for ignoring them, even if he was in a funk.

"I guess i should go back to fixing the plane and then head on home," Dewey sat up and grunted as a pounding headache came in.

"Already? Alright then. I suppose i'll see you sometime again soon," Dante said.

"I'll... i'll call you," Dewey smiled a bit.

"Thanks," Dante smiled back and Dewey left.

[nochiquinn]

campaign 2 episode 79: wendy’s???

fucking wendys??

liam what the fuck

"perpetual in-and-out"

the last time a d&d party landed in a swamp it ended with someone losing an eye

the adhd is real tonight

with me, not them

maybe also them, idk yet

leave essik aloneeeee

[ducks under a table as the shadowgast shippers break the sound barrier]

caduceus approves +5

"are we following the toad" "no fuck him"

dissociation as a superpower

am I the only person thinking of the swamp from avatar the last airbender

caleb I get you buuuut yasha could wipe the floor with all of your without breaking a sweat

tal's shirt looks very comfy

"he got me in my chest parts"

oh good another word I can just lisp all over you

"don't make jokes about it, it will kill you" "it hates puns!"

fuck that guy

zap zap motherfucker

[midnight channel musical voice] LET'S TALK THIS THROUGH GUYYYYYYS

essek: "I prepared explosive runes this morning"

dig a tunnel to obann, pop up, place the hut, grab the thing, back in the hut, back through the hole

waythwoot

I'm late what fucked up

no plan survives contact with the mighty nein

beau: SHOTGUN

"don't look at me anymore"

it's very cool that I have sciatica pain in both legs right now. really helps my focus.

fjuCK

fall and land for obann

tag urself I'm tal shaking his head right off his neck

hey matt I hate it

TRAVIS BREATHE

I was making soup but also press f for nott

and also the rest of the nein

this is going to go so poorly

"I just realized now confusing my name is in ALL of these conversations!"

"have you seen me?" "have you seen THEM?"

stress level: marisha has forgotten how to chair

"I can run real fast"

twitch I will fight you in the STREET

invisigura

yeeeee cad

I'm no longer trying to force my twitch to keep up, it's just doing what it wants now

other book??

I don't like when matt says "interesting" like that

"THIS IS EMPTY" samuel

"YOU STAY. NO FOLLOWING."

"if you don't go to that fucking website I'll kill you"

whomping willow

tag urself I've travis rocking back and forth in fear

it's not twitch, it's my internet, and I'm enraged

WHY NOW

WEH

caleb. caleb. caleeeeeb

ah yes, the "I have a jar of dirt" gambit

I had to drop my twitch to 160p to get it to behave and I can STILL feel the look on laura's face

SWJORD

[taz amnesty comment redacted for spoilers]

DANGIT

as liam confiscates all of marisha's sharp objects

The Big Fuckin No