#i don't ship them but I don't even hate them

[ceilidho]

fear of god

There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew. Part 12 masterlist

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A false moon dictates the coming of night. 

You set up a cot in the medical unit again, going to your quarters to grab a spare set of sheets before returning, Gaz shadowing you the way there and back. His presence scratches at the back of your head, reminding you that he’s there at your back. You don’t ask him why he insists on keeping up this charade of monitoring your behaviour—his motives are as unclear to you as ever.  

“This isn’t necessary,” you finally manage to get out on the walk back to the medbay, the door within sight. 

“I know,” Gaz says simply. 

The door slides open and you enter with him still at your back. “Then why are you following me?”

“Those were Graves’ orders, weren’t they?”

“And you what? Follow his orders now?”

It’s difficult to determine who you actually feel betrayed by. Gaz owes you no debt—it wasn’t you that let him into the ship. The focus of your anger should be on Graves and the rest of the crew, but yet—

Your chest twinges when the door slides shut and Gaz leans against it, no different than a guard posted at the door. 

He shrugs, unbothered by the reproach in your voice. “He’s the commander.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s right.”

“Maybe not.”

“I had nothing to do with Hadir getting sick.”

“I know that.” Your chest deflates when you can’t detect any insincerity behind his words. “But Graves is in charge of the ship and unless you think you could get the others to agree with you, isn’t it better to toe the line for now?”

It would upset you if it were any less true. The hierarchical arrangement of personnel on board has always been clear, and it’s not lost on you that you’ve always hovered near the bottom, falling further from grace with every passing day. Who apart from Gaz and Hadir have been sympathetic towards you in recent weeks anyway? Nikolai’s friendship is an extension of his disposition, an affection easily given and easily taken away. Farah barely even regards you as trustworthy these days, convinced that you’re teetering on the edge of losing your mind.

She might not be wrong. 

Gaz watches you make the bed, settling into your office chair, a mite more comfortable than the stool by the counter. 

“Do you want me to set up a cot for you?” you ask begrudgingly. 

He shakes his head. “Don’t need one.”

“You can sleep comfortably sitting up like that?” 

His smile verges on patronizing. “I don’t need to sleep, love.”

Your skin crawls. You hate when he does that—when he lets you in on your shared secret, the knowledge that he isn’t as human as he appears. Whatever he is still eludes you. Alien or divine. There’s no point in asking though. That knowledge sits beyond your purview. 

You ignore him to the best of your abilities and finish setting up your cot, his words still ringing in your ears. 

Things take a turn for the worse when Hadir stops responding altogether. 

Though his verbal responses have become less and less frequent over the last couple days, the dropoff is significant. As your only patient though, you’ve been monitoring him closely since he was admitted, and you pick up on the change quickly. It’s like an itch under your skin, a sixth sense from working with sick patients for the better part of your adult years. 

Gaz picks up on the change in your mood, sitting up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you respond through stiff lips. “Something changed.”

The base of your spine tingles when the vital signs monitor suddenly beeps, alerting you to a change in Hadir’s condition.

You flip a switch and press a button on the keyboard, speaking directly to the Ship’s AI. “Ship, what’s the patient’s status?” 

Patient's temperature is unusually elevated

Recommendation to increase fluids and decrease external temperature 

You lift his eyelids and find his pupils irregular, one larger than the other, and they don’t respond properly when you shine a light on them. 

“What can I do?” Gaz asks, as serious as you’ve ever seen him.

“We need to cool him down. His fever is spiking. I’ll get the cooling blanket—there are ice packs in the freezer over there—” You point to a refrigerator on the other side of the room. “—get the ice packs and start packing them around his armpits and groin. We need to get his temperature down while I figure out what the fuck is happening.”

Gaz moves quickly, retrieving the ice packs from the freezer and packing them up against Hadir’s pits and in between his legs under the medical gown. Hadir’s lips flutter reflexively at the cold but that’s as much responsiveness as you get out of him. 

You press the button to speak to the AI again. “Ship, is his temperature coming down?”

Negative

Patient temperature currently: 104°

Even his breathing has changed, his breaths similarly irregular and increasingly shallower. You put in the orders for another CT scan, moving quicker and typing faster than you ever have before. The breathing tube gets put in next to secure his airway and you don’t like the way his gag reflex doesn’t kick in when the tube is shoved down his throat. It signals something dangerous. 

The situation before you doesn’t bode well. Dread clings to the wall in the far corner of the room but you ignore its presence to focus on your work, throwing everything at the walls to see what sticks. 

His labs are all over the place. High fever, low platelets, high D-dimer, high FDPs. An hour passes in a blink with you running test after test to no avail—none of his results that come back make any sense—all while his temperature continues to rise. 

Patient temperature currently: 105°

Plastic backliners flutter to the floor when you rip them off the electrodes, pasting the small metal discs around Hadir’s scalp for the EEG, working as quickly and efficiently as possible. 

“Has his temperature come down yet?” you bark, too preoccupied with your work to chance a glance up at the monitor.

“No,” Gaz says curtly. “Still 105°.”

It’s all happening so quickly that you can’t seem to get your bearings. If it were anyone else on the table, you’d at least have Hadir to assist you; you’re on your own now though, Gaz barely any help to you without any real medical knowledge. 

Your heart pounds against your chest when you notice blood coming up Hadir’s ET tube. A few droplets at first, and then a trickle. 

A horrible, prophetic knowledge falls over you, threatening to collapse you. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Gaz asks.

“I don’t know—” Then his nose starts to bleed and your heart stops. The stain on the front of his gown and what you find underneath it when you lift it up confirms your worst suspicions. “He’s going into DIC—”

“DIC?”

“His blood—”

The AI takes that moment to interject, speaking over you: Patient body has used up all of its clotting factors and will begin to bleed out

Sepsis—a severe infection—an autoimmune response—trauma—cancer—so many different possible answers to explain why Hadir would spontaneously go into disseminated intravascular coagulation, but his labs tell you shit. Nothing makes sense. You can’t explain why he might be hemorrhaging because there isn’t anything in his scans or labs to indicate anything wrong with him.

More blood leaks from his face and nethers, staining the light blue of the bed a dark red. Logical objections halt in the face of the tangible, and blood is tangible. Blood is all you see. 

The final moments are harried, frenzied. You bark orders at Gaz, which he follows militarily, and struggle in vain to keep Hadir’s condition from further deteriorating, but it’s nearly impossible without being able to address the root cause. Transfusions of platelets, fresh frozen plasma, and cryoprecipitate only go so far. 

When his brain activity goes flat on the monitor, your mind goes blank. Static noise fills your head. You slump against the wall, staring at Hadir’s bleeding body on the exam table, still leaking blood from all of his orifices, the sound of the monitor blaring like a siren in your ears. 

“He’s dead,” Gaz says blandly, staring at the body nonplussed. 

“Yeah,” you rasp. Your voice is thick in your throat, devastated. 

There’s blood all over the bed, more in one place than you’ve seen in a long time—not since working in trauma units back on Earth. Every inch of your body aches as the adrenaline recedes, having reached its peak in the throes of Hadir’s final moments, jaw so tight you almost can’t unclench it.

“What happened?” he asks, almost quizzically. 

The curious lack of emotion in his voice doesn’t penetrate through the brain fog. “I don’t know—he just…” 

The weight of all that just happened comes over you swiftly. An hour ago, Hadir was fine for all intents and purposes. Stable. Now, blood stains his chin, the underside of his nose, the front of his gown, and the bed underneath him, the sweat caked on his forehead cooling as the life leaches out of his body. 

Your hands shake by your sides, a violent tremble rolling through you. 

“I don’t get it,” you whisper. 

You should’ve quarantined Hadir from the start, from the very second he was admitted into your care. You should’ve ignored the fact that his labs came back fine that first day and just assumed that the nature of his illness was more severe than it appeared. Shame and dread plunge like a dagger through your midsection.

Protocol should’ve dictated that you initiate a quarantine, but since you didn’t—

You stare at the body on the table, the ET tube streaked with blood.

—your duty now is to ensure that no one else gets sick too. 

You’ll need to seal off the medbay until every surface has been properly decontaminated and then quarantine yourself until you’re sure that you aren’t infected as well. Your eyes flick towards Gaz momentarily before you shoot down the thought of testing him as well. 

Mitigate the transmission. That thought sticks out amongst the rest. The body lying on the bed in the middle of the room is no longer a patient that needs tending to but rather hazardous material that needs to be disposed of lest whatever infected it is transmitted to everyone else on board the ship. 

It’s waste. Filth. And it will contaminate everything on board if you don’t remove it. 

Your body moves on autopilot. You wheel the bed to the ejection chute at the back of the medbay. It takes a series of codes in order to open the door to the chute and you key them in quickly and efficiently. When the door slides open, you raise the bed until it’s slightly higher than the chute, tipping the bed forward in order for the body to slide into it. 

Ejection chute engaged

Hadir’s body disappears into the chute, the reinforced metal and glass sliding shut when the sensors register that the chute door is empty. There’s a thunk from behind the wall as his body is shuttled through the pneumatic tubes towards the back of the ship, and it won’t be more than a minute before the body is projected from the ship entirely. 

Your heart skips a beat when the AI pings awake again.

Object ejected 

“I wouldn't have done that if I were you,” Gaz says, and you flinch at the sound of his voice, momentarily forgetting that someone else is in the room with you. 

Your eyes drift over to him, the room murky for a moment, the air hazy like water, like you’re looking through a film and only just starting to settle back down into your body after watching from overhead. He seems bigger somehow.

“We have to quarantine ourselves,” you say, frantically towards one of the cupboards and ripping it open, pulling out rolls of plastic to plaster over the door. “We didn’t put on any PPE, so we might’ve been exposed to whatever Hadir had.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

His lips are turned up at the corners when you look over, frowning, but noise in the hallway keeps you from following up on his remark. 

The announcement over the intercom must have alerted the others, and you hear footsteps from down the hall seconds before they arrive, boots clanking against the metal flooring. When the door slides open and you see Farah standing there with Alex at her back, her face hauntingly vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before, words fail you. 

“What happened?” Farah asks. 

“I don’t know. He was fine just a second ago and then—”

“Where is he?” she demands, scanning the room for him. “Where’s Hadir?”

“I—” The words get tangled up in your throat, terror and shame making it hard enough to breathe, never mind speak. 

Graves barrels in a second later, flushed and out of breath. He must have been in the cockpit when the intercom alerted him to the ejection chute being utilized. Nikolai is fast on his heels, less winded but just as concerned. 

You realize that from the direction Nikolai came, he must’ve been at the back of the spacecraft, and you morbidly wonder if he heard the sound of Hadir’s body ferrying through the pneumatic tube system.

“Doctor, what did you just throw out of the chute?” Graves asks, his tone hard and uncompromising, softened only by the breathless note in his voice from running halfway across the ship. 

You don’t answer.

His eyes lift to the space over your shoulder, where the patient bed is flush to the wall, the head level with the chute leading out of the ship. Blood still saturates the mattress. 

You watch as the knowledge of what you’ve done dawns on them, realization morphing into distress and horror. From behind Farah, Alex goes ashen, a hand clamping down on her shoulder to hold her in place before she realizes what you’ve done and the inevitable happens. You see it play out in your head like a movie. 

“Farah—” he starts, but any effort to steer her out of the room is thwarted by how quickly she comes to the same conclusion. 

“Where’s my brother?” Farah screams, and you wince, your head aching like there’s something else in there listening to her scream too. 

Alex has to hold her back from lunging at you, fighting to keep her in his arms, her body thrashing wildly. You’ve never seen her like this before. Grief and rage strip her of stoicism, and when her screams turn to tears, it rips a hole right through you. 

“You ejected Hadir from the ship?” Graves breathes, stunned. 

Nikolai just stares, at a loss for words. You’ve never seen any of them so obviously affected, so contrary to the image of them that you’ve carried with you in your mind for months. 

“I had to!” you shout, vocal cords tearing under the strain. “We couldn’t keep his body on board! What if it was some hemorrhagic fever—like ebola? Or worse?”

“You don’t even know what killed—” Graves roars before stopping abruptly, squeezing his eyes shut. He presses his fist to his mouth, the skin around his knuckles bone white. 

“We need to quarantine.” Your fingers tremble when you press them to your temples, flinching when you realize that your gloves are still covered in blood. “I was going to seal off the room to keep it from spreading, but now that you’re all here, we’re probably all been infected—”

“Infected by what?” 

“I don’t know.” 

A shade is falling over you. Everything feels raw, livid—a wound being prodded. The light hurts your eyes when you lift them from the floor to meet Graves’ gaze. Even the air feels caustic against your skin. 

Even your impulses don’t feel like your own, like there is some

insidious rot

fruiting under your skin.

“Are you going to say anything to them?” you finally snap at Gaz, desperation loosening your tongue. “You were here—you saw what happened. Why aren’t you telling them what happened?”

The others turn to look at him, orienting like sunflowers towards the sun. It’s the only comparison that comes to mind. And at the centre of them, Gaz stares back at you, an ersatz approximation of confusion. 

He gives a slow blink, eyes glinting with something unknown. “Tell them what? That you tossed Hadir out into space?” 

You should’ve expected that you’d be left hanging, but the reality of it is unbearable. Humiliating. 

You know what you look like to them: dangerous, erratic. Your paranoia on full display. Even Nikolai’s mouth is set in a grim line.

You can hear the accusations flying through their minds—that you caused this somehow. Overdosed him on anti-clotting medication and let him bleed out, then disposed of the body before a proper autopsy could be performed. That maybe you prolonged his illness, knowing it would lead to this.  

It happens swiftly and without word, as if planned ahead of time. Nikolai and Graves lunge towards you suddenly, grabbing you by the undersides of your arms and nearly lifting you off your feet when they haul you forcibly out of the room. Alex still has Farah trapped in his arms in the corner of the room when they drag you past her. 

“Farah, I’m sorry—I’m sorry—” 

You’re not strong enough to break free of Graves’ and Nikolai’s hold though, so you’re carried off before Farah can say anything. There’s only a split second for your eyes to lock and for you to see something broken beyond recognition there, and then the door cuts you off from her.

“You’re all fucking insane—let me go—” you scream, spittle flying from your mouth. The scream that tears out of you is so animalistic and loud that your throat squeezes up in protest, a cough forcing its way out. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Down the hall and towards the back of the ship. Boots echo against the metal floors, the two men on either side of you in sync with each other. Neither says a word nor responds to your screams. Their patience with your increasingly unhinged behaviour has finally crossed a threshold once thought impossible, your reputation alone no longer enough to save you. 

They all but throw you into the brig, the metal door clanging shut behind you when you’re dropped to your hands and knees, peering over your shoulder to find Nikolai punching in the key to lock and arm the door, a wretched, pained look on his face.

“Nikolai, please—” you beg, crawling to the door and curling your hands around the bar. “It wasn’t my fault—I didn’t kill Hadir. I’m sorry! He could’ve made everyone on board sick if we’d kept the body! Please, Nikolai, please—”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears. The last sound you hear is the brig door slamming shut and then their footsteps gradually recede into the distance.

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one where you fall in love with a pirate

Hyung line X fem reader

Genres and warnings: short imagines, fluff, mature language, humor, so many kisses

Word count: 4k

I've been on a roll with our hyung line, and I can't stop thinking about a pirate au. Maknae line will be out shortly.

Lots of love, and happy reading X

Hongjoong

Your relationship with the Captain has always been a bit strained. He wasn't too fond of a female crewmate, but his fellow pirates adored you. He, for the life of him, couldn't understand why. Women weren't meant to be out on the sea, and you'd proved his point many times. You were constantly sea sick, the rocking causing your nausea. You hated getting wet, which happened a lot on a pirate ship. You also hated how out of touch you were with the world all the time.

Sure, you cooked for them. You even payed attention to all of their preferences, always making a variety of dishes. You kept the deck pristine, and the boys now had clean clothes, sewn together where needed, always neatly stacked in their cupboards.

Wooyoung pleaded with him to take you in, stating how cruel the townspeople were towards you. Your father was a gambler, and people were after you to pay his debts.

To this day, Hongjoong doesn't know what came over him to say yes. Maybe it was the terror written so clearly on your face, or the bruises visible on your arms. Or the fact that you were... Pretty. Soft spoken, well mannered, and a much needed addition to their ship.

He would never admit it out loud.

One night, he couldn't sleep, so he went out on the deck to get some fresh air. He was surprised to see you there, sitting on a barrel in your nightgown. The flimsy material wasn't enough to keep you warm, he thought. Nights in the open sea could get extremely cold.

Without much thought, he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders.

You weren't aware of his presence until he did so, and it startled you for a second.

"Oh, Captain! You don't need to do that, you'll freeze!" You were about to take it off and give it back, but Hongjoong stopped you, placing his warm hands over your cold ones.

"No need. I can handle it. You on the other hand..."

He took in your red cheeks and pale lips, your whole body shivering, teeth almost clicking together.

You chuckled and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself.

"You're right. Silly me, I was in such a rush..." You stopped suddenly, turning your head away.

Hongjoong leaned on one of the pillars, gaze fixed on you.

"In a rush? Care to explain?"

You swallowed, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Hongjoong was intimidating, and you experienced first hand why the called him the 'Sea Monster' in your town. However, the amount of care he put into his crew, the sheer worry on his face whenever one of them wasn't okay... It told you much more about the stoic Captain than he liked to show.

"Well... I kind of... Have nightmares. They aren't that bad anymore. I think being on this ship with all of you helps." You glanced at him, noticing how he hasn't moved an inch, paying attention to your words.

"Sometimes I need to feel present. I need to know that it was just a dream. So the cold kind of... It lets me know I'm here, and I'm safe."

You stood up and turned towards him fully.

"Does that sound weird?"

There was a pause between you. No words were said, but your eyes never left eachother.

"No, it doesn't sound weird. But getting hypothermia isn't the best solution, you know?"

Did he just joke around with you? That's a first. Before you could help it, a giggle left your mouth. You quickly covered it with your hand, eyes widening.

"Am I amusing you, Miss Y/N?"

Hongjoong's tone was relaxed, and you felt like he was almost mocking you, but not in a bad way.

"Ah, no, no! Sorry! It's just... I haven't talked to you like this... Ever. So, you know..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.

The Captain made his way over to you, now inches apart. He took in every little detail of your face, as if he finally gave himself permission to indulge in his curiosity towards you.

"We talk. You just don't listen to me. Maybe you find me boring compared to the others?"

You flailed your arms around, shaking your head.

"Of course not! You're not boring! I mean, your the Captain! You always tell these amazing stories, and you're so kind towards everyone, even though you don't like to admit it. You... You saved my life that day, and I'm forever in your debt."

Hongjoong didn't know what came over him. One moment he was watching how your chest rose and fell after your energetic exclamation, and in the other, his hands were on your cheeks, lips firmly planted against yours.

You made a noise of surprise, not expecting the kiss, but you certainly didn't mind. In your head, it kind of happened differently, but now that you were wrapped in each others embrace, you wouldn't want it any other way.

There was no saying who pulled away first, but you were both breathing heavily, and your giggles filled the air again.

"Oh my Captain... That was..."

"Yeah... I... Y/N..."

You shushed him, grabbing his cheeks between your palms, placing another sweet kiss on his lips.

That night, in the warmth of his embrace, you were rooted in the moment, and it was the best one in your life so far.

Hongjoong just had to make sure the next one would be even better.

Seonghwa

Of course he had the task of keeping the princess occupied. He figured they'd make Yeosang do it, but he would have probably freaked you out with his staring.

Seonghwa watched as you shifted in your seat, back straight, hands crossed in your lap. You were the epitome of royalty, and you stood out like a sore thumb in the dingy old room on their ship.

For someone who's just been kidnapped and held at ransome, you seemed pretty calm.

"How much money did you ask for?"

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?"

You turned towards him, your stance as perfect as ever.

"Money? You did ask for it in favour of giving me back? Otherwise this would be a ridiculous way of courting me."

The pirate stood flabbergasted. A smile was about to make it's way on your face, but you managed to control your emotions.

"Well..." He started, voice a bit unsure. "Our Captain does the deals, but I assume you're worth a pretty penny."

You nodded, and he thought you'd go back to being poised, but you managed to surprise him again.

You shot up from your seat, startling the poor man. The crown you wore was ripped from your head, and you placed it in front of Seonghwa.

"Here, this is worth more than a pretty penny. Go give it to your captain, and ask him if he needs a maid or a cook on this ship."

"What?"

Seonghwa watched the woman, noticing how her expression hasn't changed. She was dead serious about this.

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of living like Rapunzel! You probably don't know who that is, but nevermind. I want to sail around the world, go on adventures, you know? I don't want to marry a prince, and I cannot stand being in dresses like this anymore!"

Seonghwa didn't know whether to be scared or turned on by you. You were a strong willed woman, and you weren't backing down. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Maybe keeping you with them wouldn't be such a bad idea?

He stood up from his seat and grabbed the crown from the table. Without another glance towards you, he went to the door.

"I'll see what I can do."

.

.

"Oh come on! You literally don't let me do anything fun around here!"

"Yeah, well, that's because you get into trouble more than I anticipated. Now let go!"

You and Seognhwa were playing tug of war with your favorite bag. The boys went out into town to gather supplies for your next trip, and you wanted to go with them. Seonghwa was stuck babysitting you again, and he wouldn't let you leave.

"Please! Do you hate me? Do you not want to see me happy! Come on Hwa!"

It's been about three months since you ran away with them, leaving your castle and princess status behind. Seonghwa asked you from time to time if you regret your decision, but the answer was always a strong 'No'.

"Princess, I've about had it with you! Can you please just let go and sit still for once!"

Now, that wasn't the tone of voice he usually used with you. He was accustomed to your antics, and he let you do whatever you wanted, but he never once sounded as serious about saying no as now.

You slowly loosened your grip on the strap, and you could tell something was wrong with him.

"Hwa? Hey, I won't go. See? Here's the bag, take it. I'll stay on the ship."

He only nodded before turning around and marching to the other end of the deck. You quickly followed after him, trying to look at his face, but he wouldn't turn your way.

"Seonghwa? I know I'm a bit tough to deal with, but something's up with you. Wanna tell me before we start a guessing game?"

His hands gripped the railing tightly, and he tried to calm down enough to look at you. Seonghwa knew his fear was a bit irrational, but it wouldn't go away. He also knew he had to tell you before you started freaking out.

So, he took a deep breath and turned to look into your eyes.

"Listen. I know you love it here. I know you love the boys, the ship, the food Wooyoung makes, the strange animals San sometimes brings aboard... But what if..." His gaze fell to the floor.

"What if, one day, you venture out into the city and realise you miss it? What if you want to go back?"

Seonghwa paused, noticing how quiet you were. As if sensing his unease, you came closer and took his hands in yours.

"Go on." You whispered.

"I can't let you go, Y/N. I... You've made me so happy. Even though you give me constant headaches, I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Oh Seonghwa..."

Before he could tell you to let him down easily, he was surprised with your lips pressed onto his. He quickly gathered himself, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, getting lost into the passionate kiss between you.

You pulled away first, and he was about to chase after you, not wanting it to be over, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"I just want to say... I will never leave you. Yes, I love exploring the city, but I've found my home now."

You leaned your forehead onto his.

"You are my home, Seognhwa."

After that, he let you wander off as much as you wanted, because he knew you'd always come back to him.

Yunho

"Hey! Get back here you son of a bitch!"

Yunho never ran so fast in his life before. His legs were about to give out, but thank goodness the dock was close.

You see, he may or may not have gotten into a slight altercation with a merchant.

The man wanted Yunho to pay for the compass, whereas Yunho... Well... Didn't.

Now, he was in a chasing match with said merchant, as well as three of his friends. They were surprisingly slow, and he thought he was in the clear until he bumped into something.

Or more precisely, someone.

The basket you held flew up in the air, and it was raining apples all around.

"I think he went that way boss!" The men were coming closer, and Yunho cursed from his position on the floor. You on the other hand dusted off your skirt before kicking the man in the leg.

"Hey, I'd say you have about five seconds before they catch you, so why don't you hide in my shop?"

His eyes widened, and he quickly got up and followed after you. You ushered him behind the counter and motioned for him to stay quiet.

There was noise outside, and the door of your shop opened.

"Hello there Miss Y/N. You didn't happen to see a mongrel with long legs running around?"

Yunho glanced at you from his crouched position, and you seemed casual enough.

"No, I can't say that I have. Sorry gentlemen."

They grumbled, but soon enough, the shop was enveloped in silence. You glanced outside, seeing them going back where they came from.

"All clear now big boy. You can come out."

Yunho poked his head up, and you chuckled. The tall man gave you a youthful vibe, and the smile on his face made you stop in your tracks.

"That was a close one. Thank you, little lady. I'm sorry about your apples."

You waved him off while he curiously looked around your bookshop.

"Wow, quite a collection. Are you the owner?"

"My father is. I just help around when I can. Now..." You stepped closer to him, examining his handsome features.

"What did you do? That was one hell of a chase."

Yunho laughed, but he stopped abruptly to check his pockets. He let out a sigh of relief as he took the small compass out. He extended his hand and held it over to you.

"Oh, wow. Did you steal it?" You watched as he nodded, expression almost sheepish.

"I didn't bring any money with me, and I know my Captain wouldn't let me go back for it because we're in a hurry, so..."

He trailed off, but you got his point.

"Ahh... I see. Well, in that case you might want to hurry to your ship before Mister Jung finds you."

His eyes widened and he rushed past you towards the door. You were almost sad to see him go.

"Thank you, again. I wish you all the best!"

He was out before you could reply, but you followed after him to watch as he ran down the street, an apple from your basket in his hand as well.

"What a silly boy..."

.

.

It's been about a month since your encounter with the gentle giant, as you called him. You couldn't stop thinking about his handsome face, and it made you sad every time. You figured he was a pirate by the way he dressed, and he only confirmed it when he mentioned his ship.

Your father always knew you were a free spirit, and he was sad you chose to stay in the city and spend your days in the bookstore. He knew you felt uneasy about leaving him, but he couldn't convince you to change your mind. That is, until he found a young man curiously peeking through the shop window.

The tall man came inside, and he could sense his nervousness in the air.

"Hello there... Is... Is the little lady somewhere around here?"

Your father smiled. "Oh, my daughter. She went out to get us some fruit. You're welcome to wait inside."

Yunho nodded, and went over to one of the shelves to browse. It didn't take long for you to return, and you almost dropped the basket of pears you were holding.

"Oh..."

Yunho turned towards you, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there! Long time no see!"

You glanced at your father, and he nodded slightly before smirking. After that, he stood up and went to the back to give you some privacy.

"Yeah, long time... What are you doing here?"

You placed the pears on the counter, offering one to... Well you didn't know his name.

"Well, I... I had to go and settle my debt with Mister Jung. I also..."

He took the fruit from your hand, fingers brushing yours. You looked into each other's eyes, unconsciously coming closer.

"I had to see you again. I know it might sound crazy, but I can't stop thinking about you, little lady."

Yunho leaned in slightly, his voice almost a whisper.

"What's your name? I need to know the name of the girl of my dreams. Mine's Yunho."

"I'm Y/N." You managed to mumble, eyes still fixated on his.

"Say, you two, why don't you go back to our house and start packing Y/N's bags?"

You let out a startled noise, and turned around to look at your father. He was standing behind the counter, a wide smile gracing his features.

"Dad? What..."

"Yunho, I assume you're here to ask my daughter to come with you, is that right? I know how you pirates get."

Yunho stood frozen, surprised at how easily her dad got him figured out. He was right, he did come to ask Y/N to travel with him. His life was on the sea, has been for a long time, but she... She was something he felt was missing.

"I can really go?" You went towards your father, not believing what was happening.

He gently placed his arms around you in a hug, whispering into your ear.

"You were never meant to love a mundane life, my sweetie. Go now, before I become too sentimental."

It wasn't long after that your bags were packed and you were waving at your father from Yunho's ship. As the town you grew up in got smaller, your eyes filled with tears.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and a kiss was placed on top of your head.

"Everything okay little lady?"

You turned around in Yunho's embrace, placing your hands on his chest. Without much thought, you got on your tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stood frozen for a moment before his arms tightened around you, deepening the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you placed your head above his heart, listening to the steady beats.

"Everything is perfect."

Yeosang

Yeosang loved being a pirate. He loved the freedom he had, the laughs he shared with his shipmates, who he now viewed as brothers. He loved everything about his life. Apart from the times they had to wreak havoc in a random town.

They tried to bring justice where they could. Once they found out about groups doing harm on the townspeople, they intervened in no time.

Tonight wasn't any different from their usual agenda, if he excluded you.

They were seated in one of the more problematic bars in town. Hongjoong told them the job was simple - Get in, take out the bad guys, get out. There was one man, Han Sehun, and he was known for intimidating the lower class people into giving him their well earned salaries, as well as harassing women.

That's where you came into the picture. You were working the night shift at the bar tonight, and you hated it every time. Sehun was adamant on making your life hell, but you couldn't complain because you needed the job. Your parents were long gone, and there wasn't anyone in town you were close with.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the handsome men making an entrance. You could tell there was something different about them.

One in particular caught your eyes the most. He had a blonde mullet, and he seemed like the calmest of them all. As if he could sense your eyes on him, he turned his head, but you managed to look away in time.

"Yeosang, stop staring at the pretty lady. You'll scare her." Wooyoung chuckled after pinching Yeosang's cheek.

He swatted his hand away.

"I'm not staring."

Wooyoung smirked. "Sure you aren't."

Without another word, Wooyoung stood up and went over to you. He smiled at you, showing you eight fingers and motioning to their table. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Yeosang was nervous all of the sudden. He knew they were on a mission, so what was Wooyoung doing.

"Relax, Sangie. The pretty lady will bring us some drinks in a second."

Hongjoong pinched his nose.

"Now is not the time for drinking, or staring at girls. Get it together."

Wooyoung held his hands up, and Yeosang remained still. That is, until you came to their table holding a tray with eight beers.

"Here you go boys. Enjoy!"

His mind must be playing tricks on him, because it seemed like your eyes only met his before you went back to the counter.

Before he could dwell on it, Sehun started causing a scene at the bar.

"Oh come on Y/N, when will you give it up? You know I can show you a good time."

"For the last time, please leave me alone."

"Still trying to act tough? Just wait until I fuck the attitude right out of you!"

Yeosang had the sudden urge to march over an fuck up his face, but Hongjoong's glare kept him at bay. They had to wait for the perfect timing, otherwise they would cause a ruckus.

The night went on like this with Sehun's comments getting even worse. Yeosang felt immense relief when he saw Hongjoong nodd, and the plan went into action.

Soon enough, the bar was turned over upside-down. Sehun was in handcuffs, and you were hiding under your counter. The officers would be here any moment, and the boys had to run.

Yeosang glanced at his crewmates as they went down an alley, his chest tightening.

"I have to do something quickly. Meet you at the ship."

"Yeosang!" Their voices were now faded into the background as he re-entered the place they wrecked.

"Hello? Miss?"

You slowly lifted your head from your hiding place, glancing at the handsome man from earlier. You should have known they were pirates, his outfit basically screamed it in your face.

"H-Hi?"

He turned his head towards your voice, a small smile gracing his features.

"There you are. Come out, I won't hurt you."

For some reason, you believed him. After all, they managed to take away your town's biggest problem.

You carefully got up, and he could tell your dress was ripped in some places. Probably got caught in one of the broken tables.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice trembling.

He approached you, paying attention to your body language. You were still apprehensive, but slowly loosening up.

"I'll cut right to the chase. Want to come on a little trip with me?"

.

.

It's been about a month since you took Yeosang up on his offer. You weren't sure what came over you to say yes so quickly, but you felt like he was trustworthy.

Honestly, you didn't have much left in the town, and you felt like you weren't leaving anyone behind. You only gained another family, a bit rowdy, but definitely lovely and supportive.

You also gained something else along the way, and you hoped Yeosang was feeling the same.

"Hey there treasure. What's got your head in the clouds?"

His voice brought you out of your daydream, and you could feel him beside you, gripping the railing. The sea was calmer than usual, giving you a sense of peace.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thinking about you."

Yeosang let out a startled noise.

"M-Me?"

You turned to look at him, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, you. I don't think I ever thanked you properly for taking me away from my miserable life."

Yeosang stayed silent, observing your expression. You looked... Happy.

"So, forgive me if I'm reading this wrong, but I just can't hold it in."

Before he could get a word in, you placed a kiss on his cheek, lightly catching his lips. It took him off guard, but he wanted to make sure you knew the feelings were mutual.

So, as you went to pull away, he grabbed your waist and placed a proper kiss on your lips.

You just looked at each other, smiles stretched out from ear to ear.

"I can't hold it in either."

.

.

[brotherwtf]

Mer AU Headcanons 1/2

As I mentioned in our chat, your mer headcanons inspired me and led me to come up with some ideas of my own. I hope you like them. Feel free to build on them or discard them, I’m not planning to write a fic from this.

I headcanon that Gale is like a siren - he lures pirates and ships he finds threatening to perilous waters and causes shipwrecks. This is because pirates often try to poach on his community and he wants to protect his people and their treasures and homes.

Appearance wise, Gale has shoulder-length hair, his tail is blue, and he loves wearing jewelry. He usually wears a necklace, bracelets and a waist chain. All gold and expensive (he collected them from shipwrecks). Sirens in this AU can shift into human form at will.

One day, one of his friends gets caught in the net of a poacher pirate ship and Gale tries to rescue them while they're still in the water. He manages to cut his friend out of the net, but he gets injured and caught instead.

The pirates pull him on deck and taunt, laugh and pick on him. They take his jewelry too. It seems like things might get out of hand but pirate Bucky steps in and convinces the others to leave Gale alone. He even gets him some treatment for his wound.

But Gale just bides his time. Once it's dark enough and he’s alone, tied up, he shifts into human form and uses the extra mobility his legs provide to get out of his binds.

Meanwhile, Bucky gambles with the other pirates and wins Gale's jewelry on cards. He decides he wants to see what he can from Gale for the gold, intends to get Gale's consent to touch his tail.

Except, when he gets there, all he finds is a naked man already halfway out of the rope binding. He and Gale have a stare off, then Gale proceeds with his escape plan and gets out of the ropes. He asks Bucky why he's not calling the others. Bucky shrugs, says something about curiosity and a craving for adventure instead of gold. Then tells Gale he has his jewelry. Gale tells him to keep it, then escapes back into the water.

The other pirates notice and start to pursue him. Bucky is immediately in trouble because they suspect he let Gale go. But it doesn't matter anyway, because Gale's leading them to their end.

(cont. in part 2)

points at this IM SCREAMING AVONNE I LOVE ALL OF THESE SO MUCH

also guys be prepared for a shit ton of mermaid/pirate au coming your way in the next couple of days everyone clap

I totally totally love every single one of these hcs and I'm just gonna add some more bcs this is already so so perfect

Gale who perches on the outskirts of a jagged rock cove, beckons pirates in with a slender finger and iridescent tail, lures them until they're just reaching out for him and then he jumps in the water, but by then it's too late for the pirates to turn around and they're doomed to crash, and Gale swims into the aftermath to steal all of their jewelry and precious gems

Bucky being absolutely floored by how beautiful Gale is when they capture him, pale skin draped in gold jewels with the most beautiful tail he's ever seen, damn consider that boy smitten, and when he wins back all of Gale's jewelry and finds him in naked human form in the cellar he hates to admit that all he can think about is what Gale's salty skin must taste like

Gale lashes out at him, lunges for him but John manages to pin him to the ground, straddling his naked form and feeling his cheeks warm at the compromising position, but Gale's all angry and teeth and tries to wrangle out of John's hold but John's still able to hold him, "I'm trying to help you!" he shouts and it makes Gale pause, stop struggling as he notices John's hands full of his jewels

"why do you want to help me? you let them capture me," Gale hisses

"because I don't give a fuck about the jewels or the riches, I've never seen a mermaid in my life, and I guess that's why I wanted to do this in the first place. For the adventure, to see things I've never seen before... not for the money, not at all," John confesses and Gale can feel his heart start to warm

and so he lets John distract the crew while Gale escapes, diving off the edge of the boat and into the dangerous cove where they found him, can't help but turn back and think about John, think about what he's done for him, and realizes how much trouble John must be in

MOODBOARD

part two coming tomorrow!!!

[everlastingauthor]

Dating Mihawk & Shanks

➻ Tags: Hawkeye Mihawk, Shanks, Female Reader, Dating, Romance, Smut mdni , Traveling, Exploring, Fun, Adventure, Affection, Sunshine Reader & Shanks With Moon Mihawk.

➻ Media: One Piece

➻ Request Open: ☑ Yes | No

➻ Author's Note: 9pm probably will have this uploaded around 10pm. Decided to do my first female reader fic and next fic will probably be Buggy x Male Reader, this idea for this fic I thought should be adorable and saucy so I hope that you guys will enjoy, oh please remember do 𝙉𝙊𝙏 reupload my work anywhere else or feed it to an ai please and thank you. If you enjoy this fic then please heart, comment, and reblog. If you like my content then please do follow me, I appreciate any support I can get.

Strange was it? You were dating the captain of the famous Redhead Pirates and also dating the world's greatest swordsman, you thought it was strange as well but you couldn't be happier to be dating them both. Shanks was happy to be in a relationship with you and Mihawk, the redhead always would shower you and Mihawk in affection. Even though Mihawk pretended to hate the affection you could secretly tell that he enjoyed it as well. Mihawk had his way of showing you and Shanks his affection whether it's cooking for you both, letting you guys cuddle him while he reads, or slashing anyone who dares try to harm you both. You always tried your best to split your affection with the two men. Mihawk didn't require much affection but Shanks on the other hand adored getting the attention, when he's not crawling into Mihawk's bed. He'll crawl in your bed especially when dealing with a headache from a hangover; since Mihawk will scold him and turn him away. But Shanks knows you'll make him tea and get him some water then cuddle him, rub his back, and kiss his head. " Thank you, angel you're much nicer than Hawkeyes. " Shanks would say while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Mihawk wasn't public about his relationship with you and Shanks, and of course you and Shanks understood why. Mihawk didn't want anyone knowing that he was dating, but whenever Mihawk noticed someone was getting a little too friendly or comfortable with you and Shanks then he won't hesitate to scare that person off, Mihawk tried his best to look out for you both. His favorite thing was kissing both you and Shanks, sometimes he'll start kissing you then move to kiss Shanks then back to you again. Sometimes he'll kiss either of you longer to make the other jealous, he'll smirk if either of you pout. Mihawk didn't mind if you and Shanks took over his bed because whoever he has to roll over then he'll roll over, Mihawk is the big spoon in the relationship there is no way in hell that you'll ever convince him to be the little spoon or a bottom.

When Shanks needs to get away or Mihawk wants some peace the two men would buy a vessel to travel on with you. Nothing to worry about when you have the expert pirate and the greatest swordsman on board protecting you, the three of you will travel to different places to try new foods, relax on different island, and make memories. Mihawk of course is in charge of cooking when on board his meals leaving you and Shanks feel warm and full, you were an excellent navigator, and when Shanks isn't napping. He's up for a fight if any idiot pirates try to storm the ship. Shanks and Mihawk don't mind teaching you how to fight to defend yourself. " Remember your stance princess, you hold the sword, the sword doesn't hold you. " Mihawk said, he found this also as a good couple's activity for you and him. Sometimes he'll have you go against Shanks. " That's my girl, almost knocked me off my feet. " Shanks said, with his puppy dog smile.

Whenever the night rolled in you would convince Mihawk and Shanks to go grab some blankets and lay them down on the deck so the three of you can watch the stars, you'll lay down in the middle so that you could hold Mihawk's hand and Shanks' hand. You would talk about facts and your knowledge on stars, Mihawk didn't mind learning about the stars he found the information interesting, Shanks would pretend to understand but he's really watching how beautiful you and Mihawk look underneath the stars. Shanks would be the one to fall asleep after telling you and Mihawk about stories from when Luffy was a kid, you would fall asleep while listening to Shanks' stories, and Mihawk would already feel himself falling asleep, falling asleep underneath the stars wasn't bad so Mihawk would cover you and Shanks up with an extra blanket. He would try to stay away but would eventually fall asleep himself.

Mihawk could always get you and Shanks on your knees making the two of you bend and moan to whatever position he wanted the two of you, he was also very commanding. Mihawk knew that whatever he gave a command in the bedroom that you two would do it. Sometimes he'll tell you to undress Shanks and then tell Shanks to undress you, he'll sit in a chair drinking his wine watching you and Shanks sit on his bed nude while in a heated make out. " Go ahead touch her and show her breasts some love, and you dear give him a couple of strokes let's hear those pretty moans from both of you~ " Once Mihawk finishes his wine he'll join you and Shanks in bed. After that you and Shanks are left both sweating and spent from the limits that Mihawk had pushed the two of you to, Shanks' face is almost as red as his hair while you are sore and still trying to catch his breath. Mihawk doesn't shy away from aftercare especially after what he puts you and Shanks through, he'll clean you both up while praising you both. Telling you how delicious your cunt or how Shanks' cock tasted delightful as well. " You also took Shanks so well princess, your cunt was gripping him like it was made for him. " He would kiss you before helping you get dressed. " And sometimes I remember you are less annoying when your lips are wrapped around my cock. " He would tell Shanks.

Now while Mihawk isn't one for being on the bottom, if you and Shanks haven't bothered when he's busy, annoyed him, or something stupid. He'll let you guys being in control in the bedroom. And Shanks loves it when he gets to be in control because he'll convince to help tie Mihawk's wrists to the bed while the two of you go down Mihawk leaving the greatest swordsman grunting and letting out shaken breathes, the two of you teasing him and making him feel the limits he pushes the two of you to. " {Y/N} be careful riding him, you don't want to break him when there is still much to do~ " Shanks would say while leaving love bites all around Mihawk's chest and up to his neck. Mihawk didn't mind this and letting you two have control much often. Sometimes it would be you and Mihawk having Shanks laid out or Mihawk and Shanks laying you out. They'll praise you call you their good girl, their princess, or goddess who deserves all the pleasure.

Mihawk and Shanks love you very much and you love them very much, you were glad to be in a relationship with the both of them. All three of you have been making memories with each other, caring for each other, and protecting each other. Eventually you did get better at combat and know are skilled at the sword along with hand to hand combat so whenever Mihawk was away completing a task, Shanks didn't mind taking you with his crew on adventures. Now that you could protect yourself he didn't have to worry much about you, if anything most times Shanks was more worried about who would have to face you in combat especially when you were trained in combat by him and your trained blade skills were thanks to Mihawk.

Whenever Mihawk could relax but Shanks had to go out with his crew then Mihawk would take you to his home on Kuraigans and you didn't mind helping him and Perona around the place especially with the farming, Mihawk would show you around the island and sometimes he didn't appreciate when Perona would drag you away whenever he was talking with you, eventually Mihawk did have to relocate because of the blasted Marines, so he decided to get a small cottage farm home for you, him and Shanks. Somewhere away from trouble or the Marines, sometimes whenever Mihawk and Shanks were away, you were in the cottage adding your own touches.

How wonderful and adorable to have the affection of both of them, to know that they always come home to you. That all three of you have such a loving and trusting relationship no matter what happens the two of you always love each other, and never will let anything happen to the other, and if a family happens then maybe a family will happen, especially when Mihawk and Shanks have been planning behind your back to propose to you very soon~

[roomwithanopenfire]

Stats Sunday

Happy March!! Thanks for the tag @nausikaaa! Unfortunately, my goal is to make this banner worse every month, so be prepared—we've only just begun.

Early post for me. I should be sleeping but I started making my graphs and then... well, here we are.

Here's my February Recap loll. Stats and graphs and musings incoming. (this post is so long but i promise there's a snippet in here)

Rest of post is under the cut. It is long. You've been warned.

I've posted two things last month! A valentine's day fic for Ebb/Fiona and Chapter 3 of the Way We Are. (Technically i posted 3 but this stranger things oneshot was posted on the 1st and written in January so it feels like January's accomplishment)

Total words written for February: 14405 (this beats Jan by 460 words!)

Days I met my writing goal (200 words): 20

Days I didn't write or edit anything: 4

Day I wrote the most: Feb 11th with 2249 (this beats last month's high score of 1717!)

Number of Fics worked on: 10 technically, but i have not been consistent with most of them. mainly worked on 3.

Daily Average: 514 words (but like last month i am highly inconsistent and my WC varies wildy depending on the day)

(I really like the little curve in the middle. also two the days that look like zero are actually 1 words, which is my placeholder if i spend all day editing)

And here's a pie chart to show my WC distribution across projects. Tbh a lot of these were fics that i've had in my fic ideas doc and all i did was make a google doc for them and word barf onto it my ideas, that's why there's so many small slices.

some slices are so small you don't even get to know my placeholder names. also i hope the title THTHIPWGI intrigues you, i'm always excited when i can title a fic right away and refer to it by a fun accyromn on my spreadsheet.

Other notable things from February:

I finished writing all of The Way We Are!! (kind of. i have one more scene to write. Monica's fault.)

I took over the @carry-on-sapphic-week event!! Check out the prompts if you haven't yet <3

I've received So Many beautiful valentines from the CO discord servers exchange. my mailbox and my heart has been full

The CO fandom was able to raise $500 for Fandom Trumps Hate!! (and I got to make a spreadsheet bc of this!!!) (also i won two auctions from this, one for each fandom i'm in)

My car battery died and I had to get a new one :/

I started a new journal!

I finally figured out how to spell February

my savage worlds campaign finally got our ship back and made it off this stupid planet that we've been on forever.

i've started watching Yellowjackets and I'm really enjoying it

I read so many CO AU fest fics and each one of them was so good. I think i've read all except one so far, and honestly this fest has been so fun i'm obsessed with you guys, you're are so talented.

SPEAKING of CO AU fest fics, @fiend-for-culture's fic, Everything In Between, is SO good, i've been thinking about it all week. you should read it (and leave a comment so i can read it bc i'm stalking the comments on this fic and there's not enough to sate me)

i have spring break in just one week!!

Okay, i promised you words, so here's a snip from my COBB.

“And I’m sorry,” Simon says. “For what?” “Driving you off yesterday.” “That wasn’t your fault. I was being terrible.” “Yeah,” Simon agrees. “But I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that.” I make a face. “I’m not having a heart-to-heart with you, Snow.” Simon groans. “Why do you have to do that?" "What" "Everytime I think we're making progress you say something nasty like that."

sorry this post is so long, thank you for reading if you made it this far

tags, hellos, and apologies:

@alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @argumentativeantitheticalg @artsyunderstudy @arthurkko

@beastmonstertitan @blackberrysummerblog @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cccloudsss @ciescen @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla @drowninginships @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @fiend-for-culture

@hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @theimpossibledemon @jyae23

@larkral @lovelettersto-mars @meanjeansjeans @m1ndwinder @monbons

@noblecorgi @orange-peony @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple

@run-for-chamo-miles @rbkzz @shrekgogurt @simonscones @skee3000

@supercutedinosaurs @sweetronancer @talentpiper11 @toc-the-scrambled @thewholelemon

@valeffelees @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

added some new ppl to this tag list, feel free to share a wip you're working on—art, fic, etc. it does not have to stats like mine is loll. i use wipsdays as my soapbox.

[kaoskuantico]

Does this sound like Caitlyn? No. Does this sound like Ambessa? Yes.

So you know two characters can do bad things at the same time, right? Caitlyn does sound like your description, though.

A very powerful leader? She may not be physically as strong as Ambessa, but she had all the political and military power after they declared the Martial Law. The Council was either dead or disappeared.

Extremely proud of country and race? Caitlyn does show heavy bias towards Zaun, calling them "animals" and thinking they're all the same.

In which political opposition is not allowed? Well, that's what the Martial Law did, and Caitlyn accepted it. Because Ambessa was a foreigner, no one would've accepted her as the new leader.

Caitlyn did NOT gas the whole fucking Zaun. She ONLY gassed the goons of Silco, people who had a hand in ANYTHING related to shimmer. If she had, Jinx, Isha and Sevika wouldn't be roaming around the streets, WHICH CLEARLY HAD A BLUE SKY AND FRESH AIR.

This is plain wrong. As other people and I have said, you can't control how a gas will spread. She and her team (they're all guilty on this) may have punched and hit them specifically, but the gas affected more people than "only" the bad guys from Zaun. And even then, she took justice by her own hand as a way of revenge, not because she truly wanted to help Zaun. The chem-barons and their followers didn't have a fair trial.

"Caitvi is toxic." Yes. Yes they are. But if you hate them for being toxic then how can you ship ANY other ship in arcane? No other ship in arcane is even remotely healthy.

Jokes on you, I hate all ships in Arcane.

Jinx KILLED Ekko's people. Ekko wanted to KILL Jinx for the longest time. Also, Ekko came back hoping that Jinx and him could be a thing.

As much as I hate Timebomb, their circumstances aren't even remotely the same. Caitlyn and Vi were supposed to be in the same team, they never fought against each other. Jinx and Ekko were enemies for years.

I will INTENTIONALLY put anti tags on this post and EVERY future post where I and talking about pro character. Why? Because that is the audience I want to reach.

Nice 👍

Don't get me wrong, I loved and defended Caitlyn's "evil era", I wanted her to be bad. To be her worst self. And then see her character development. But what we got was...Half baked. We can't say we like grey morally characters if we don't acknowledge the dark part of them. Then they'd stop being morally grey.

What is Fascism?

a political system based on a very powerful leader, state control, and being extremely proud of country and race, and in which political opposition is not allowed

Bibliography:

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/fascism

Keywords: State control, extremely proud of country and race.

Does this sound like Caitlyn? No.

Does this sound like Ambessa? Yes.

Ambessa, the "milf" for MANY Caitlyn haters, is the Fascist person the dictator over here. So why the fuck are you guys blaming Caitlyn?

Caitlyn did NOT gas the whole fucking Zaun. She ONLY gassed the goons of Silco, people who had a hand in ANYTHING related to shimmer. If she had, Jinx, Isha and Sevika wouldn't be roaming around the streets, WHICH CLEARLY HAD A BLUE SKY AND FRESH AIR.

"Caitvi is toxic." Yes. Yes they are. But if you hate them for being toxic then how can you ship ANY other ship in arcane? No other ship in arcane is even remotely healthy.

Jinx KILLED Ekko's people. Ekko wanted to KILL Jinx for the longest time. Also, Ekko came back hoping that Jinx and him could be a thing.

Jayce BROKE Viktor's promise. He also hurt Viktor with the intention to KILL him.

I will INTENTIONALLY put anti tags on this post and EVERY future post where I and talking about pro character. Why? Because that is the audience I want to reach.

[flightfoot]

Why are you always virtue signaling how Alya and Adrien get salted on in posts complaining about other characters receiving fandom hate ? Like that Kagami post had literally nothing to do with Alya but you still brought up how she has it worse than Kagami or whatever, you always dismiss any people complaining about characters' fandom hate with "I don't see them getting hated but even if they do Alya and Adrien still have it so much worse cause I say so !" even tho this doesn't even serve anything to what these people were saying to begin with.

It's not virtue signaling, it's me being extremely upset about the demonization they receive.

I have been complaining about this VERY LOUDLY for half a decade now, because I had a solid year where I just had the exposure to the saltfics, the ways I'd seen Alya and Adrien be treated, running over and over in my head nonstop. It's not fun to be constantly choked up at work for hours on end while having visions of Alya being made to physically beat up Marinette so that Marinette and her posse can crow about getting to hurt her in return, or memories of Adrien being made into this sexual assaulter so that Marinette's new boyfriend can beat him up, or just Marinette being mad that Adrien didn't think continuing with her unsuccessful attempts to expose Lila via accusing her of faking disabilities and then taking revenge on him for that, like by abusing her power to arrange for Lila to sexually harass him for her own viewing pleasure (yes, that was an actual ficlet passing around tumblr back in the day). I read a crapton of Miraculous fanfiction, so I have, unfortunately, seen a TON of it, AND I was exposed to the just absolute insanity of the saltdom from the start, since I joined the fandom in early 2019.

Part of the reason I tend to bring up the gross way Alya and Adrien have been treated is due to some of the arguments I kept on seeing way back in that first year of the saltdom, in 2019. One of the arguments I saw getting passed around was that Adrien deserved the level of just, absolutely insane demonization he was getting because, supposedly, Marinette had gotten more negative fanfics than him in the past, so this was an evening of the scales. As far as I can tell this isn't really true, at least of the degree that the Chameleon saltfics exist. So part of it is righteous indignation for that argument that was made to me by prominent people in the saltdom, since if you applied that same logic and that same degree of amplification to other characters now... well I don't even know what that would look like, the backlash for the Alya bashing would be beyond human comprehension.

The way you're talking about me saying that Alya and Adrien have it so much worse because I say so, implies that you don't think that's actually true. Do you need a link to their bashing tags? Because here's Alya's bashing tag, (it has over 900 entries) sorted by kudos so you can see how insanely popular these things are, so it's not just a few people puttin them out and them then getting ignored, this is a separate fandom derived from gross demonization in and of itself, and a link to the Adrien bashing tag, also sorted by kudos (it has over 700 entries). If you want to try to track down Kagami bashing fics in order to try to compare numbers on that then be my guess, there are, so far, only 3 fics actually labeled as such (though I do know more fics than that actually contain Kagami bashing, it's REALLY not that common, especially at the levels that Adrien and Alya tend to be bashed at. And yes, I am something of an authority on that subject.)

Also, my talking about the Chameleon salt being worse was actually kind of relevant to the post you're referencing.

OP was complaining about everyone being hung up on shipping and Kagami being bashed to high heaven partially as a result, and critiquing the fandom for Die For Our Ship, basically. But while there is some of that in ML, it's not the main contributer to character bashing in the ML fandom, and Kagami being bashed by Lovesquare shippers for getting in the way is one of the most infrequent, mild versions of Die For Our Ship that exists in the ML fandom. Lukanette and Maribat fics are FAR more likely to make Adrien into some horrible person to help justify Marinette hooking up with their boyfriend of choice, than Lovesquare fics are with Kagami. Heck, even if you're just looking at who Lovesquare fics will bash for the sake of a ship, LUKA is far more likely to be subjected to that than Kagami is (it's still not all that common though.)

Also just... back in the day, in 2019, the saltdom presented itself as the "morally correct" choice. Like, that it was critiquing the show and that it was simply giving Marinette justice, and that you were morally a bad person if you didn't recite all of Adrien's wrongdoings if you talk about liking him, and a lot of crap. The plainly racist way that Alya was targeted was dismissed as actually, somehow, being the SHOW WRITER's fault for writing her in a way that caused the Alya bashers to want to write her in a racist way. So part of me constantly bringing it up is also just still fermenting indignation and resentment for that bullshit, because it still doesn't feel like I got closure on this, since the saltfics are STILL being published daily, and are still way more popular than other fics with similar levels of writing quality.

I'm just still really, really upset about this, and when talking about the Adrien and Alya bashing and the stuff they're subjected to with people in real life, I often start raising my volume and yelling and choking up and even being on the verge of tears if I talk about it long enough. I am seriously, GENUINELY that hurt about it, ESPECIALLY for Alya, since she doesn't get the amount of love Adrien does to help offset her hate, and because the demonization Alya gets is so racist and undeserved.

[unhinged-as-hell]

Rant about melvik antis because this is actually bothering tf out of me.

I'm happy melvik is getting more traction, but at the same time I'm not yknow? I loveeeeee everything about melvik, the dynamic they could have, the parallels they do have, and even that it's a rarepair. But now people are going to go out of their way to hate it and the shippers, and put the ship in a box where everything is black and white when it's clear everything in the show is anything but. I don't understand when people act like a ship personally offends them.

The entire point of a rarepair is that the characters just interacting is rare. That's why people like exploring them, because they wanna know how they could've have been. "In canon" this "But in canon-" that. We know we don't have anything in canon about them, that's half of the reason why we like them. Also I have it very strange when people think they didn't interact at all in the 7-8 years they knew each other before season 1.

I don't want it to be canon, I'm happy with Meljay being canon, or even Jayvik(since I love them both too), I just want to be able to have something to myself without people making it seem like it's a terrible thing, and that all melvik shippers ruin both of their characters while me(and other melvik fans I know) love them mostly because of how their characters are. I love their canon character development, erasing it would be the worst thing I can think of.

One of the reasons why I jumped on the melvik train was because it was further away from how toxic this fandom is with ships.

That's all.

[toastytrusty]

ok so. class/imperial dynamics between hickey and crozier. they each represent a different side of imperialism and a different way it affects people. very important to note that the major messaging of the show emphasizes how there are no "good ones" or "bad ones" within imperialism; the WHOLE SYSTEM is rotten and destroys everything it touches. the men on the expedition don't just damage and destroy the people and world they meet, the men are damaged and destroyed by the expedition itself. the whole ordeal was wretched and made everything worse for everyone. Which leads to the fundamental difference between hickey and crozier: hickey recognizes this, and crozier doesn't. Kind of. They both have similar lower class backgrounds, and looked to the navy for social mobility. Crozier played by the rules and achieved power and status through it, and he believes in the sanctity of naval bureaucracy and hospitality, if only they go about things the right way. Hickey, however, was so far removed from the prospects of this social mobility that he had to lie and commit identity theft to gain access to it. He has suffered at the hands of the british empire, and never held any illusions about the nature of it; he recognizes the class system as oppressive and the imperial system as violent. He tries to use this to his advantage and to gain power over others, but he still recognizes it and hates it. While crozier is certainly Doing His Best and has Good Intentions and all that, all of his decisions still end up being harmful or disregarding, and all the harm done by anyone else on the expedition (including hickey) is done in his name, because he brought them here and he is their leader. When hickey kidnaps silna and brings her to the ships, crozier is disgusted at the way hickey makes the violent nature of their presence so apparent, and yet he Does Keep silna on the ships afterwards. hickey is punished for insolence and dereliction of duty moreso than the actual harm he caused. Crozier’s issue was with the way he went about his actions, rather than the actions themselves. It still serviced crozier, even if he was, on the surface, put off by it. And hickey did it because he expected crozier to appreciate it. He thought crozier recognized the same things he did. But he didn’t, and that’s where the break between them happens, moreso than during the lashing. Hickey realizes that crozier Doesn’t understand the same things he does, or see things the same way he does. He has assimilated into the naval structure far too much and, in hickey’s view, lost touch. Which is ironic, given that hickey’s whole identity theft was quite indicative of him abandoning his lower class background and any perspective it gave him. There’s a very interesting dichotomy there, of crozier always being honest about his lower class background, and yet achieving status regardless, and becoming fully entrenched in the imperial machine because of it, and hickey never being honest about his lower class background, never achieving status regardless, and still resenting the imperial machine the entire time.

Hickey views crozier as the embodiment of the british empire, and the ups and downs of his respect for him are indicative of the ups and downs of his feelings towards his own potential for betterment through the imperial system. I might be stretching here but to meeee hickey’s mutiny is representative of something like a bourgeois revolution. He views crozier’s command, and the larger system, as oppressive, and he views himself as entirely separate from it in some way, when really he just wants to take crozier’s place and implement a near identical system within his own camp. Hickey’s delusions of personal exceptionalism are quite significant all the way to the end, when he tries to fully sever himself from his britishness and sacrifice crozier to the tuunbaq. He thinks he is different, and that him recognizing the empire’s brutality makes him any less implicated in it. Of course, it doesn’t; he is still british and cannot separate himself from that, so the tuunbaq kills him. However, crozier kills the tuunbaq. He is still concluding the devastation the british cause here. Also crozier’s “you could have just joined up” is really interesting because it shows that even then he still believed in the accessibility and positive potential of the navy. He thinks hickey is foolish for his reservations and ill will, and is almost denying the idea that there would be anything preventing that.

[numberonetacostan]

In-Depth Taco Topping Post

This is based on the concept of OJ's personality changing depending on the liquid in him.

all of these scenarios would be discovered by Test Tube! She'd notice the similarities between herself and OJ when they have no liquid or other liquid, and would wonder if any other contestants felt in such a way.

Refried Beans, lettuce, tomato

Of course, the standard Taco we all know and love. This is the most true and honest version of herself, and the way she feels the most comfortable.

Add cheese

Cheese would make her far more punny, just like Cheesy! cracking jokes, and overall much more cheery than ever. Not quite to the point of her season 1 self though, and usually, she's the only one laughing. She puts cheese in herself everytime she wants to hang out with someone outside her close friend circle, specifically Cheesy or Tissues, as she believes it makes her far more likeable.

Add Onions

oh dear...she is a MESS. She can't stop crying the entire time, and is an emotional wreck. Her mind goes to dark places when she has onions in her, so she hates having them in her toppings or even her her storage.

Add Salsa (or pico de gallo)

Usually much more a flirt than usual. Normally it's with Mic, but if you've got a different ship, that works too. It's nothing crazy, but she can be a little bit..insufferable.

Add (Hot) Peppers (or hot sauce)

Constantly angry. Depending on how hot it is on the Scoville scale, it can get WAY worse than Paintbrush's. From being miffed, to yelling, to screaming incredibly hurtful things whenever she can. In the rare instances she has these toppings in her, she's terrified as soon as it's taken out, worried that everyone is going to leave her :)

Add Black Beans

its not...bad...per se...(HAHAH GET IT CUZ TACO SAYS PER SE, BAHSAH IM JUST SO FUNNY sorry guys this is my favorite inside joke with my friends), but she can never shake the feeling the something is OFF. It doesn't feel right, so she'll be extra fidgety the entire time, trying to keep her mind off how her body feels.

Add Avocado Slices

calm. Like, REALLY calm. The kind of calm that makes her sit in bed wrapped in three blankets with her eyes happily shut, arms tucked in, loafing for hours. After a particularly hard day, she will always ask if anyone has any avocados for her shell.

ADD SOUR CREAM!!

it's her favorite topping. It makes her feel pretty average, without too much changes. But it improves her mood by a LOT. It does have the unfortunate side affect of making her southern, just like she seemed to be a lot of the time in season 1.

Add Guacamole

Guac makes her feel really energized! Not much to say but that.

Add Olives

basically makes her go into background mode, and her arms stay fully retracted, and requires someone else to take them out. :| :/

Add corn

Her coding fully rejects it. Putting corn in her shell will make her collapse to the ground, shake, and glitch until it is taken out. Didn't realize Mephone was that thorough..

Add Cilantro

EXTRA fancy. All there is too it.

Add Mango (don't ask, i've had it, it's pretty good. would't reccomend with beans.)

Mango makes her SUPER sweet, always doing favors for everyone, practically impossible to hate, and a massive cuddle bug. Fully flips her personality around.

No Toppings :(

acts the same way Test Tube does without liquid. Sick, out of it, dazed, and confused.

--- You can also infer combinations of these, for example, passive-aggressive being Cheese + Peppers, and Onions + Black beans causing fear.

alright thats it BYEEE

Hi Moldy!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for your submission!! :]

How does it feel to send in an ask so good it gets me out of bed and back on tumblr after I've finished asks for the day? How does it feel to send in a 2763/2763 ask? I love putting random stuff inside of Taco!!! I don't have something to add/say for all of these but please know I love them all. Gold star for you, Moldy.

Test Tube testing all of these is so funny, first of all. Her sneaking around and trying to get random toppings into Taco's head is hilarious. I'd imagine it would be pretty hard to get Taco to agree to do tests on her own, though. Either Mic would have to convince her, or Taco lets Testy do her examinations in exchange for getting to keep the items she'd stolen from her lab.

As for her cheese, I think what kind she'd put in herself would make a difference too, yeah? Sharp cheddar, the jokes are sharper than usual. Pepperjack, the jokes are spicy!

The idea of Taco flirting insufferably is so funny XD. She's usually so proper and reserved in that sense, switching her to relentless romance mode is such a contrast!

She would be really alarmed if a topping made her act like that!! Especially if she were to start biting and scratching, which counts as violence that she knows is very much not allowed!!

Avocado loaf!!! I love thinking about Taco loafing <3. Her putting them in after a hard day is really sweet, I'd like to think they try to always have some on hand for her, especially in the beginning. Goodness knows she needs some relief.

SOUR CREAM!!!!!! It making her feel good is so sweet. I'd like the thought that she had some in her in season 1 to help her keep up her act without snapping.

CORN!! OH CORN IN HER SHELL! I'm not sure if I could find the old doodle I made of it, but I'd had this though mid-finale-airing about Taco getting "possessed," in a sense, by Cobs. And there was corn in her to show this!! But the idea of her glitching out when corn is put in her is chef's kiss. Maybe when Mephone was making her, he'd considered putting corn in? But after a particular incident, he scribbled all over that drawing of Taco, crumpled it up, and threw it away, so now it causes her problems.

Cuddle bug is so cute!! But I could absolutely never. I hate any and all Warm Fruit. Fruit is not meant to be Warm. I would die before ingesting Warm Fruit purposefully. But cuddle bug Taco yay!!!

May I add a suggestion or two, as well?

Ground beef literally makes her more grounded. Calmer and more pragmatic, less likely to jump to violence. If the beef is freshly cooked, she's warmer too.

She already has tomatoes in her normally, but if you put in chopped tomatoes instead of slices, she gets quite scatterbrained and confused. She does not remember anything that happens when she has chopped tomatoes in her.

Rice makes her more stubborn, and more disagreeable. It takes a while to get the rice out, because the second Test Tube wants to take it out, Taco wants to keep it in. The type of rice might change how stubborn or resistant she is. I think it would make her more picky as well.

Pickled radishes make her incredibly hyper. She is bouncing off the walls with this. She'd probably be friendlier and touchier too. Anyone who comes down to check what the commotion is about will get roped into Pickled-radish-Taco's madness.

[ripplespate]

Yeahhh all this. I can understand Wheatdos more than a lot of the other ships even though I'm a massive chelley fan and love them to bits. To be completely honest every ship you can make of characters in the game is bound to have so many issues, no character isn't toxic (unless you consider chell as a self insert, we dont know too much about her).

The hate for any character in it is taking things a little too seriously as if any of them actually exist irl lmao. I like Wheatley for his nuance at times and then brash and kind of jerkish behaviour at others, and GLaDOS for eventually coming to terms with kicking Chell out and possibky finding a sliver of respect for her, and I like Cave despite how much of a capitalist scum character he is, I just love a goofy villain!

I'm not a big chelldos fan personally, but all around when you consider the dynamics anyway its like everyone deserves better to be honest. Wheatdos is (despite how kinda fun it is) toxic much like pretty much all of them when you really think about it. All of them (even caveline) can be like that because its always about coming to terms with loving someone who literally tried to murder you. And you don't have to answer to anyone about your taste in shipping, even if its not really healthy, because its not real or indicative of anything about you!

In a situation like this, I feel like giving reasons of ___ is toxic doesn't quite fit, sometimes you can just like or not like something based on personal taste and thats totally valid.

I’ve been seeing a lot of people throw Chelley and Chelldos under the bus lately and hell just Wheatley’s character in general.

I actually used to despise him too- but then I replayed the game and found a new understanding of his character. He’s genuinely a well written character and I find it quite refreshing that he isn’t perfect, and he has remorse.

In regards to Chelley and Chelldos, I like both ships and I can respect them because they’re dynamics are wonderful and genuinely unique to eachother.

I can also agree on the fact that Chell- deserves better. Which is why I’m a Wheatdos shipper! And no, you don’t get to bash me on this. I like what I like and I find the dynamic between GLaDOS and Wheatley of interest and you can’t stop me!?

[maria-taiwin]

It's good to listen Charlie Vickers saying: "But ruling with her (Galadriel) is a step he never would have taken. He could never share this level of power with someone. Maybe she’d have been a figurehead, a mascot for the public, but I don’t believe that, had she said yes, they’d have been king and queen. It would have been him as king and her as his assistant." and that he intended to kill Galadriel when he hurt her with the crown (edit: he intended to kill her after the "the door is shut, go to therapy" scene), because while I terribly know the last trend of creators is to follow the tropes and giving the audience or shippers what they want, it's quite good to still maintain some consistency and the characters being IC.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[tackykachowch]

How it feels to not like timebomb after s2

[crazmix]

This wasn't made well so I'm hoping to get my thoughts out more clearly on why I think the epic the musical fandom is the most toxic in years.

Hypocrite

I will see multiple (a lot) people and post simp for or liking it defending Antonius but the second you say you like Calypso character you support SA.

Lying about reading the odyssey

I have so many people saying they have read the odyssey but haven't. And it's clear they haven't read any of it. They will question why Circe wanted to sleep with Odysseus, if you have read the odyssey you would know it was a trick. She was going to neuter him during the hanky panky time. The only reason she didn't neuter him is because he made her swear on the river six to not hurt him or his crew.

Nick picking information

The reason I brought up the fake readers is because people who have read the odyssey will Nick pick information. It's so annoying to see people going "oh Calypso did this horrible thing" or "Circe did this horrible thing" by never "Odyssey did this horribly thing".

OwO baby Odysseus

I have so many people baby Odysseus, making excuses for his actions. "Oh he wanted to return to Penelope so he had to sacrifice the six men" so did the crew. The crew had families too but Odysseus took them away from their families forever. Odysseus is a monster it is clearly stated that he's not a good person. You can make excuses for "oh he didn't know the sheep was polyphenus's" not for "oh he had to choose himself over the rest of the crew because for Penelope so it's okay"

The crew

The crew is always painted as villainous in keeping your friends close. The only good depiction of this song that doesn't villain the crew is mircsy video. People hate on the crew so much forgetting they are people too. I feel like if the songs cope with that and Permedes were kept they wouldn't be just background characters to the fans

Polyphenus

I found a comment under a YouTube animatic to get in the water that explains the situation pretty well

One note

Turning all characters into one note. Oh OwO Odysseus, mean girl Eurylochus, home wrecker Circe, daddy Zeus, cry baby Poseidon, creepy uncle Calypso. I shouldn't have to explain how bad this is.

Eurylochus & his haters

Eurylochus haters are another breed of crazy. You can't even say you like Eurylochus without threats or harassment. It's horrifying and terrible to get threatened by saying you like a cheater.

Hate artists

I have seen so many people hating on artists that paint a picture they don't like. I'm going to use SharkieePuff for my example. People hate on them for showing that in their depiction of hold them down Antonius was planning on SA Telemachus as well as Penelope. It's decided as a horrible act yet people still hate on it (many crazy Antonious but also a lot of others people) and then I'll see these same people ship Achilles and Patroclus, yes Achilles's lover but also his cousin! You can't say one thing is problematic then turn around and do a problematic thing. The SharkieePuff video at least shows it's a bad thing when there out romanticize two cousins doing the hanky panky and locking lips.

Final thoughts

My main issue is that they pretend to be a safe space and chill but aren't. If you do any of these things please get help.

Thank you to everyone that supported the original post.

The "Epic The Musical" fandom is the most toxic fandom I have seen in years

I'm not joking when I say this. The "Epic The musical" fandom is the most toxic fandom I have seen in years, not my life time but in years. They baby Odysseus instead of the monster the musical shows him as. They always make him right when he's in the wrong. They Nick pick things from the odyssey to make Odysseus then get mad when other people do the same thing but don't make Odysseus look like an OwO baby that can do no wrong. most of them have never read the odyssey. Making Odyssey an OwO Gary sue that can do no wrong, turning Eurylochus a mean girl from highschool, making Calypso a one note villain, making Zeus a daddy that can do no wrong, Circe a home wrecker. They turn all the characters into one Note instead of the complicated character they are. I have also seen them attack and horrible comments to people that don't like Odysseus. It's disgusting. If you're an Eurylochus fan and make it known sorry have fun with unalive threats people send you. One of my biggest issues is the unalive threat over people that don't think Odysseus. I have seen many people questioning why Circe wanted to sleep with Odysseus and claim they had read the odyssey but if they had read the odyssey then they would know she was planning to neuter him, it was a trick.If you do any of these toxic things then please get help.

Sorry if the post is all over the place and not the best but this fandom straight disgusted me. I would say more but I don't want to get too mouthy. Again, if you're doing any of this please get help.

[rin-sith]

*Different Beast motif plays*

Odysseus: *raises trident*

Odysseus, in the danger voice™: You're going to be my b*tch now, Poseidon.

Poseidon:

Poseidon: ... Alright, please...!

... 600 Strike in a nutshell, right?