#if this doesn’t make sense i apologize

[dreamersbcll]

“Sam and Tara”

A The Last Of Us x Scream crossover for @dxcinhx

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Sam could not quite recall when the virus took over their lives.

It wasn’t a virus. Tara said that it was a fungal infection. It had originated from a faulty batch of flour and spread like wildfire across the world. Soon nations were ablaze and mayhem had taken over.

Luckily for the sisters, they were able to escape the cities before the bombs went off. Sam had packed two go-bags, threw Tara in the car, and drove upstate. She figured that the pair would have a luckier time lost in the wood rather than in a big city rampant with the infected.

Once they got safely into the woods, they parked alongside a couple of trees, finally letting themselves panic. Tara had a full-blown asthma attack, almost to the point that Sam thought she was going to lose her baby sister to a wrong decision. Luckily Sam had robbed a pharmacy before she picked up Tara, and had ransacked all the albuterol she could find. If she did her math right, Tara would be able to live for at least a year with all the medication Sam stole.

After she got Tara calmed down, the pair pulled out a map and began to make a plan. They were going to have to find somewhere to survive. It was late summer and it would soon be autumn. Upstate New York was bound to be chilly, and Sam didn’t pack enough warm clothing.

It took a couple of days and one perilous trip to a gas station for the pair to realize that they needed to go by foot. Sam figured out that California would be the safest place, or at least farther from the snowy states the better. She also knew that Sidney had a safe house for the sisters. The woman and her family were still at home for the summer. The pair would have a safe house if they could make it to Woodsboro.

If they started trekking now, they should hopefully make it to at least Utah by early November. That’s if everything went smoothly, and they found food and shelter as needed.

It was risky. It was unsafe. And it was downright stupid.

But it only took one look from Tara to know that it was the right thing to do.

And so the pair left. They trekked through mountains, hills, rivers, and endless prairies. Sam learned what it felt like to kill the undead. Tara learned how to kill. The pair learned together what kind of people they could trust and those they couldn’t- through a minor kidnapping incident and the death of someone they grew close with. Kirby Reed was a good friend to them.

Was.

They then learned they only had each other, and no one else could be trusted. Not even their old friends, except for the two they were walking to. That old nickname Chad had for them, ‘the core four’. That was the only group they could trust. Even if the twins couldn’t be found, Sam had to trust that the women in California would be their new group.

And they were so close. So fucking close.

They got to Utah, and all hell broke loose.

——-

She knew that they shouldn't have gotten themselves cornered in Salt Lake City.

Sam had heard rumors about the city. How it was overrun by FEDRA. When she took a watch while Tara slept, she listened to the radio, searching for a signal from Sidney. In the last communication Sam had with the woman while in a radio tower, Sidney had warned her about the city.

Ultimately Sam didn’t find another signal, but she stumbled onto a rebellion station. The city had been overthrown by some sort of resistance, and FEDRA was scattered.

Through the numerous broadcasts, Sam figured out that the resistance was hunting the remaining FEDRA members. What Sam didn’t realize is that they were hunting down outsiders as well.

So when the pair get stuck in an office building's secret hideout, Sam realizes there’s one way this could go.

One. Sam sneaks Tara out and gets her sister to pretend to be injured and seek help. Only then would Tara be safe.

Two. There had to be a second plan because Tara hated the first one. Option two was that the sisters' would hide in the attic until their food supply runs out, and hopefully, by then they would have hatched a third plan.

On the last day, they got insanely lucky. A pair of angels had stumbled into their nest. Sam had no idea how, but the twins had found them in Salt Lake City. A one in a millionth chance.

Luckily they were still in good shape, and perfectly capable of an escape plan. Chad had even offered to use his body as a shield, even though Mindy beat him up for the suggestion. The four hatched a plan: escape through the sewers.

So when nightfall hit, the four vanished.

——-

In hindsight, four twenty-something-year-olds in a pitch-black sewer system wasn’t a great idea.

But it worked somehow. Through the cover of the night, the four kids escaped, making it to the sewer system. There they stumbled upon a safe room underground, clearly meant for kids.

While Chad and Tara played a game of soccer against the concrete wall, the two sisters turned to each other. With one look, a lifetime of understanding passed between the two. Sam couldn’t find the words, but Mindy could.

“Do you think we will make it?” she asked softly, her eyes flickering over to her brother.

Sam stared at Tara, watching her baby sister giggle as Chad missed the goal completely. Even in the middle of an apocalypse, her sister could still be the light in Sam’s life. She didn’t know how Tara did it. Choosing joy and light each day, even though the world around them was falling apart.

She shifted in her seat, focusing on Mindy. “I don’t know. But I will die before I let Tara down,”.

Mindy nodded, and the pair looked away from each other. There was too much to say and not enough at the same time.

Eventually, they went to sleep, preparing to leave by nightfall the next day.

——-

The suburbs were a different story.

Honestly, Sam should’ve known that it was rigged to be a trap. The resistance would find them. After all, they were a group of kids, and Chad couldn’t whisper to save his life.

Unfortunately, they got separated. Sam ended up in a safe house with two dead bodies (killed by her own hand), while Tara was stuck in an abandoned car.

The twins were stuck behind a few cars, and as the townspeople moved in on them, all hell broke loose.

It turns out that the people of Salt Lake City had trapped all the infected underground in the tunnels, and when all the commotion and shooting happened, a hole opened up, letting all the infected roam free.

Sam’s brain went on autopilot, and she started shooting. Shooting the infected who attacked the car her sister sat in, picking them off one by one. The twins managed to pull Tara out and drag her with, them while Sam covered them with gunfire.

After a perilous half an hour, they escaped and marched their way to an abandoned motel.

That was the last night the whole core four were alive.

——

Sam should’ve checked Tara over. She should’ve revisited every mark on her baby sister’s skin and combed through every single hair on her head.

Maybe that way she could’ve stopped her sister from turning.

Mindy and Sam chose to let their siblings sleep in the queen beds, and they shared the couch. Tara had begged Sam to sleep with her, to cuddle her like they usually did. Sam refused, stating that she needed to be ready in case there was an attack.

If only she knew that would be her last night with Tara.

The two siblings slept on the couch, blissfully unaware of the chaos to come. Sam dreamt of a safe home with her sister, the two finally leaving their weapons behind and becoming soft again.

She was woken up by yelling. A man yelling. Chad. She and Mindy fell off the couch, guns in hand, blindly following the hollering.

Everything that happened next was a blur.

Chad was on the floor, holding Tara down, yelling at Mindy to find a rope. Sam held her gun out shakily, her heart falling to her feet at the sight of her sister.

Tara wasn’t Tara anymore. Her eyes were bloodshot and damn near black, and her mouth covered in dried-up blood. There was some sort of tendril coming out of her mouth. The fungus.

Tara was infected.

And Chad was pinning her down, as her sister struggled beneath him.

Within a minute, Mindy had rope and was tying up Tara's hands.

Sam’s world went sideways due to Chad’s sudden shift in timing. He misjudged how close Mindy was to finishing tying up Tara, and he prematurely let go of Tara's arms.

Suddenly her sister was on top of Mindy, trying to bite and claw at her. Chad started yelling for Sam to do something, anything, while Mindy screamed bloody murder.

The next thing Sam heard was the thud of her baby sister’s body hitting the floor and her gun going off. One bang, and Sam no longer had Tara. Mindy was safe, but Tara’s body lay limp at her feet.

Sam started hyperventilating, the world around her spinning. She touched the end of the gun, not even caring for the burning sensation running through her fingers. Her eyes were wild as she alternated between looking at Tara's body and Chad’s shocked face. Nothing was making sense to her.

“I- What did I do? What did I do?” she stuttered, her voice cracking.

Chad held his hands up, walking slowly to Sam. She shook, her mouth dry and her mind blank. There was too much input. The gun was heavy in her hands. Why wasn’t Tara moving? So much blood was flowing out of her body. Did Sam tell Tara that she loved her? Why was Sam holding a smoking gun? Did people normally have that much blood in their bodies? Why wasn’t Tara moving?

Inching closer to her, Chad reached out a hand, his face sickly pale. “Sam, hand me the gun please,” he slowly said, his empty hand shaking.

Sam slowly turned to Chad, her mouth feeling like cotton. Words. She needed words.

Why wasn’t Tara moving?

“What did I do?” she whispered again, inching slowly away from Chad.

He held his hands out, trying to close in on the gun. Mindy watched the whole thing play out, horror and Tara's blood splashed across her face.

“Sam,” Mindy shakily whispered.

“Give me the gun Sam. Sam. The gun. Give it to me,” Chad pleaded.

This wasn’t real. She didn’t kill her baby sister. None of this was happening.

Why wasn’t Tara moving?

Sam knew what she needed to do. Right as Chad lurched for the gun, she cocked it and pulled the trigger against her temple.

At least she was free now. At least she was with Tara.

——-

As Sam’s lifeless body hit the floor, Mindy screamed, and Chad yelled.

The twins looked at the bodies of their family and looked back at each other.

Sam and Tara were no more.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

the thing that really gets me about mizumono is that will doesn’t even fight back. he saw alana mangled outside. he knows jack might be dead. he has a loaded gun in hand. but not once does he try to hurt hannibal. he doesn’t even shoot. will just lets him caress his cheek, fingers curling into his hair. there’s no resistance. when hannibal stabs him, will leans into it. he doesn’t want to escape. and it all hurts so badly because it’s not like will tricked hannibal into loving him; he simply persuaded him that he might love him back. because that’s what will thought hannibal did to him in s1, and only now does he realise that maybe it was more real for hannibal than he thought. or worse, that maybe he wants to be with hannibal regardless of whether hannibal genuinely loves him. that maybe it’s worth it to be close to him, even if his touch splits his stomach open

[demonkinguwu]

Vanessa Doodles before work™️

My interpretation of canon Vanessa + her w Snatcher + Someone wanted to hug he <3

[didyoulookforme]

I’m so sorry in advance but I really unfortunately need more foul “you just fucked someone else didn’t you” stylist!au drama…. Like she surprises him at his hotel room and there’s already cum on the sheets or another girls panties on the ground😵‍💫 love u b 🫶🏻

that night after the show, you go back to the hotel bar and have a couple of gin and tonics with the crew. you don’t really drink much, just enough to melt some of the stress off your shoulders and let you mind slow down for a bit. it’s also just enough to give you courage and walk to matty’s room a few hours later. you always text him prior, but what the hell, you decide to go for it and see what happens.

you have to knock a few times before he makes it over to the door, him seemingly taken aback at the fact you’re standing there. though, you appearing unannounced is no more surprising than his disheveled appearance, open button down barely clinging on to his shoulders, black boxers showing through his unbuttoned pants, unruly dark curls framing his face. you know why. you’ve seen him like this plenty of times before—either after he fucked you or someone else.

you can’t help but eye him up and down a few times, smirking and shaking your head once you finally meet his gaze, him teasingly telling you to “fuck off” contrary to him opening the door so you can walk in. with just a few strides you find yourself in the middle of the room, staring at the bed where they obviously slept together. her forgotten black underwear crumpled on the floor by the bedside table. (he has no idea.)

the alcohol in your bloodstream is still making you bold, so you take a seat on that same bed, finding matty leaning his shoulder and head against the wall, arms crossed as he curiously stares back while neither of you say a single word. both of you know what’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of who makes the first move. and in this occasion, you do so by asking demanding that he fucks you like he just did the other girl earlier that night. it’s his turn to smirk, raising his eyebrow as his teeth catch his bottom lip. is that so?

you just nod, matty slowly making his way over to you as you pull down the straps of your dress, letting the fabric bunch at your waist, your tits bare and on display for him as there’s no bra underneath. so pretty.

on instinct you start to slide up on the bed, but he shakes his head, smiling as he motions his finger in small circles for you to turn around. you stop immediately, the way your legs squeeze together not going unnoticed by him. matty is now standing at the foot of the bed and grabs your hips, helping you get on all fours. just like that, baby.

you look back as he’s pulling his pants and underwear down, not even bothering to step out of them as he strokes himself hard, always making sure to have a condom ready as to not waste any precious time with you. it doesn’t take long before he’s thrusting into his fist, using his other hand to push up your dress and pull down on your red silk panties. you try to shift your legs to get the material off, but again, he halts you from going any further, leaving your now damp underwear stretched halfway across your thighs. please?

it’s not even a minute later before he’s pounding into you fast and hard, holding your ass in place as he tries to find that spot that makes you scream. and he knows he’s found it when your arms tremble, making you lose your balance so your face ends up buried in a pillow, thankfully muffling all the ungodly sounds spilling from your lips, but made only worse as he leans forward to lick a thick stripe from the middle of your back up to the base of your neck.

you love that he makes you feel this good and hate to think that he does so to other women too. but what you don’t know is that no one else drives him as mad as you. no one tastes as good as you. no one fits around him as perfectly as you do.

yes, he fucked the other girl just like this hours before, trying to get himself off as she was on her hands and knees for him. but he always needs to feel you close, and tonight’s no exception, not missing a beat as his arms wrap tight around your waist, raising you up so your back is now flush against his chest. this new angle, matty fucking your from behind as you barely stay upright on your knees, scrambles any thought left in your mind, not being able to focus on anything else but him.

you don’t even notice that your eyes have been closed until he starts rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit, jerking them open to watch his fingers tipping you closer to the edge. that doesn’t last long, though, as he cups your chin, turning your head so he can see your fucked out expression the moment he makes you cum. it’s his favourite. you are his favourite. and when you do cum, he can’t help but grin as he sees your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, loosening the grip on your face to run his thumb over your open lips, wanting nothing more than to see you like this every night.

it takes a bit for your breath to settle and gain back some consciousness, feeling your cheeks heat up as he’s still looking at you with that stupid, smug smile of his. you also realize that matty is still hard inside you, feeling even more embarrassed as you clench around his dick making him tease you. can fuck you again if you want, darlin.

and while that is enticing (hell, you want nothing more), he’s surprised when you shake your head, shifting yourself forward and almost feeling bad for matty as he whines when he’s no longer inside your warmth. you turn around to face him, still on the bed but now sitting on your heels. your hand instantly finds his cock, taking off the condom and throwing it on the floor. you’ll deal with that later. for now, you just want to look at him, his shirt now completely off his shoulders but still hanging on his forearms, hips slowly moving back and forth as you stroke him and make precum drip from his tip. to you matty is the pretty, beautiful one out of the two. he’s always been.

you probably look ridiculous as you finally try to wiggle yourself out of your underwear, but matty’s laughter turns into a string of swears as soon as you wrap the red coloured panties around his dick and use the silky fabric to get him off. the side of your head is pressed against his chest to keep him upright and you feel as his heart beat quickens with every flick of your practiced wrist. you notice as his cum quickly soaks the material, the red hue almost matching the colour of his swollen tip.

you wish your hand was the only one (other than his) to make him feel good. that you were the only one to stare up to see his puffy wet lips open in a perfect circle, eyelids heavy with lust as he tries his best to not cum right then and there due to pure pleasure courtesy of you.

it’s only moments after that you feel his dick twitch as his warm cum ruins your underwear, stroking him until he asks you to stop, matty desperately grabbing your face between his hands as he hungrily kisses you for the first time that night. always s’ good, sweet girl.

the two of you end up making out while in bed, tangled in each others limbs as each kiss is more soft and tender than the previous. as always, you giggle when he licks the tip of your nose, a small but sweet gesture that’s only reserved for you and you alone. but you don’t know so.

reluctantly you get up to fix your dress, mentioning how you need to take advantage of the queen sized bed while you have the chance. he grabs your wrist and pulls you down for one last peck, wishing you a good night. as you bid farewell, you don’t miss the chance to toss the wet underwear on his chest. for your collection.

you wink and make your way to your room.

and next morning, he doesn’t know what to feel more embarrassed about: the realization that you’d noticed the other girl’s thong (he found it and instantly knew) or the fact that he used your stained underwear to get himself off again.

[huntingrays]

solangelo/valgrace au/prompt:

au where will solace is a famous singer who writes all his songs. he’s known for writing songs that are either personal to him or are inspired by experiences in his life. he’s been known to include easter eggs in every part of his releases, from lyrics to album names to music videos. he was known to encourage fans to search for them and discuss them amongst fellow fans.

recently, he’s been in a bit of a slump. he hasn’t had any inspiration to write any songs. with no love life and a quiet, uneventful life, he hasn’t had much to write about. since his songs are so personal to him, he doesn’t want to make things up to write about.

inspiration finally hits when a friend of his, leo, returns home out of the blue. he’d been living in another country with his girlfriend but, according to him, their relationship turned sour months ago and kept getting worse until it crashed and burned. now, he was back and ready to heal by spending time with his friends.

as their friend group is hanging out, will notices things he hadn’t put much thought to regarding jason and leo’s relationship. specifically, he notices how jason acts around leo. he sees the longing glances, the lingering touches, the way he can read leo like a book, the physical affection, the inside jokes, the way they bounce off each other, the playful bickering, all of it. he sees how hard his friend is pining and that they should cut the crap and get together. they would be a good couple.

with the return of his friend comes inspiration. each time he hangs out with the two, lyrics and melodies fly around in the head, ready to be brought into the world. he’s reluctant to write about his friends. it was a line he hadn’t crossed before. he wasn’t sure how they would feel about their perceived emotions being out in the public eye.

however, no other inspiration comes so he bites down his morals and writes a song. it was only one song, one that would never see the light of day. it was just to get back in the swing of song writing. it was only one song. but then one song became two. and two became three. before he knew it, he had a whole album inspired by his oblivious friends.

most of the songs were written from jason’s point of view about leo. he wrote them that way since he could see feelings from jason’s end but was unsure if they were reciprocated on leo’s end.

after a lot of debating, will decides to record and release the album. he figures his friends would never guess it was about them and, if they did, maybe it would cause them to finally get together. so, he records and released the album, which he titled ‘te amo’.

however, will forgot about his fans and the fact his friends weren’t public figures. so, while the fans were searching for easter eggs, they didn’t go in the correct direction.

they assumed the songs were about nico di angelo, a fellow artist and rival of his when it came to his career. they had similar levels of popularity and their albums often fought against each other in the charts. also, their fans seemed to hate each other. will didn’t have any ill feelings towards him, especially since he knew nico was friends with jason and leo as well.

the fans don’t pick up on who the inspiration is, but nico does. he goes to will and he’s surprised that nico not only picked up on it but noticed how their friends had been acting as well.

they decide they’ll work together to try and subtly get their friends other through music. to settle their fans, they start a (fake) relationship. meanwhile, they work together to write songs about their oblivious friends. nico writes from leo’s point of view and will writes from jason’s.

it wasn’t meant to be anything apart from helping their friends. however, along the way, will ended up catching feelings.

[ninyard]

Hi!!! I love your sm au but I’m having trouble understanding the “thank god” bit of the last one. (Not on you, this is totally a me issue.) I thought it was intentional, but the commentary makes to seem like he meant something else and it got misinterpreted. Could you please explain? Thanks!

not your fault at all!! Maybe it’s a little confusing oopsies

I guess he didn’t mean to say it, and it was more of a slip of the tongue when he corrected himself. Like he didn’t mean to say thank god at the end of his sentence but did. He himself does actually believe “thank god riko is dead” but he did not mean to say it out loud. I feel like I should’ve taken out the “sorry” from the statement because maybe that makes it more confusing but it’s like

“Riko is… I mean, was, sorry… Thank god” and while the last part was supposed to stay silent in his head it came out when he corrected himself. I’m realising now how it might be confusing but I swear it made sense to me at the time lmao

The commentary seeming like it got misinterpreted is more that I think some people knew his intentions were good because of whatever he said before that last part. And he was respectful and not trying to stir shit, but then the “thank god” slipped out and everyone’s like

[gobullworth]

Hi! Sorry! what halloween costume Kirby could wear? (i mught draw it)

hello!! don’t apologize, my ask box is open no matter what, i love questions!

i don’t think he’d go all out per se, as i don’t view him as a dude who’d spend loads of money on outfits (like the preps do), so i think he’d wear something super simple. like casey, he wears a mask or something. maybe he’d go as a zombie? it’s something simple. plus he can just wear his regular sweater/letterman and it wouldn’t really affect much!

[napping-sapphic]

Love is so freaky and messed up to the point that sometimes i do wish and hope SO badly that no one ever has to suffer being in love with me specifically because it honestly sounds absolutely unbearable

[cerealmonster15]

I promise I don’t mean it in a hater way but I just never really understood the “MC is basically a therapist to the overblot characters” memes when applied to twst bc I feel like Yuu is barely involved in the overblot breakdowns compared to the other characters (aside from the meta that we r I guess helping guide the teamwork for battles / how things go in the manga/novels)

[zprite-x]

DST Modern AU except the survivors are still from 1920s they just get moved 1 century ahead when they escape and have a huge gap of missing knowledge of what happened the past 100 years

There are of course consequences from social points and the mental toll of “I just spent 100 years in a place adjacent to hell”

[ray-elgatodormido]

Idk just some doodles.

Dynasty Warriors but I remind Koei that Lü Bu had a wife that isn’t Diao Chan. She probably wasn’t a buff 6ft+ Malay lady who crushes weaklings under her shoes but idc he’d totally be into that.

You can’t convince me he wouldn’t be enthusiastically doing whatever would make the women in his life happy.

[lanternlightss]

Do you ever think about how Bard is constantly depicted with Open eyes and Barbatos is constantly depicted with Closed Eyes

NO YEAH. YEAH

something to be said abt it all …. like ,, the way bard was pushing towards an impossible, constantly reaching out for better days, a whirling inferno. and venti, with how the winds reach nearly almost every corner and crevice of teyvat, can recall every song of past, present, future, “let’s wait, wait, for a windier day..”

something about eyes being the window to the soul.

[lusi-raul]

It’s so funny how Chayanne the egg is cursed with the 4th wall breaking no matter which admin plays him AHAHAHAHA. From being terrorized by Phil for being Cucurucho and Challulah, being feared by citizens prone to commiting illegal acts, being bothered by other members for cucurucho related stuff, being called “boss” by his egg siblings and now Etoiles teasing him because he beat him as the Code. Our little egg has so many part time jobs my gosh. He now also took on the role of babysitter for Tubbo lol. Anything to support his other poor foolish skull headed father. Give our poor little egg a break, justice for Chayanne.

I think all three admins who mainly play chayanne, QNPC01, 02, and 06 should all be considered main admins at this point. They all suffer the same fate of the non existent 4th wall, they are literally just the same egg lol. I have a headcannon that the difference in personality (def not admins wink wink), are just a result of the change in Chayanne’s environment.

When he is played by QNPC02 aka Challulah, he becomes much more mellow and less active mostly because those are moments when he is not with Tallulah. He doesn’t need to be as alert and vigilant since he doesn’t need to protect her. He doesn’t jump and run around because without Tallulah, Phil can speedrun his tasks better and doesn’t get bored as much. He also talks more because between both of them, He says he’s not good with words so Tallulah is the one who does most of the talking. When Tallulah is not around he has to carry the conversation more.

QNPC01 or Nussa is the og Chayanne admin and he is very much the little warrior we all know and love. He loves to cook and does the checkerboard potato crate pattern on the ground when he’s bored. QNPC06 is mostly the same but he just forgot how to speak Spanish anymore since he rarely had the chance to use it since Missa left. But Missa is back now and for sure he will teach his child Spanish again.

I think 06 has started to become Chayanne’s main admin and I am not complaining. He is doing such a good job specially because sometimes I forget that he’s not 01 until I see his username on the minimap ahaha. Even so, I’ll be lying if I say I don’t miss Nussa as Chayanne. I hope he comes back some time when he’s available. As much as I look forward to the new, refreshing, and angst loaded dynamic between Missa and 06, I wanted 01 to interact with Missa again so bad since Nussa was the one who Missa was with in the beginning and has all the memories of their time together.

[wickmitz]

was once again glancing at the lackadaisy reddit and i genuinely feel a little crazy about how people perceive the wick and mitzi arc from retinue to sneakthief? or, honestly, their arc in general. to act as though wick is some patron saint greatly amuses me when it’s implied by mitzi and the comic that wick had either proposed a business deal himself or had been very amendable to talk about it after their kiss and / or other intimate acts last night … mitzi didn’t pull this out of her ass! she did not put this upon wick randomly. it was something they mutually agreed to do, and given how hard wick tries to wiggle away from the conversation without outright saying no ( aka giving excuses to stall ) i would even guess he essentially already agreed to such a deal, in the throes of passion, only for him to not fully mean it later. this doesn’t mean it was right at all for her to then steal from wick! this isn’t me excusing that! but wick isn’t some poor meow meow either in this scenario, even if he is the ‘lesser’ evil overall.

and tbh i also think the conversation was doomed from the start : wick was horrifically exhausted and was still too shaken up by rocky’s ‘joke’ to fully engage with mitzi, as well as finally having church’s warning start to weigh on him … and then there’s mitzi, who wasn’t faring any better! what with viktor out of commission, asa turning on her, mordecai threatening her, and then having spent most of the afternoon hearing her dead husband’s name be thrown around. in order to hurt her and scare her into obedience, mind you. like, neither were in any state to discuss business or romance!! so it’s no surprise it went poorly. especially when both of them were equally sore and testy during their date.

[hms-lurking-latinist]

Are there any good Lieutenant Hornblower/Mutiny/Retribution fics out there focusing on the non-officers of the Renown? We see a couple of them (I am on record as being fascinated by Hobbs), but there’s a whole ship’s company and they must all have opinions. There seems to be a captain’s party and a lieutenants’ party among them and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s others who don’t care but just think discord among the officers gets us all killed (or is an opportunity…). In the film Matthews says, iirc, that a third of the men would follow the lieutenants (or was it two-thirds, I don’t remember the proportion) - I want to see him sounding them out! The captain will have had a steward - how does he feel about it? Heck I’d even settle for the other midshipmen, I’m almost certain they’d never have just Wellard on a ship that size. I’m not well-researched enough to do any of this justice myself but I bet someone out there has been.

[sealtrick]

re dallon and mormonism i think its like good and normal to criticize him for his association with the church And Also he’s been open in interviews and other things about deconstruction + negative experiences being raised in the church + not going to church much anymore. obviously i don’t know him personally but he like pretty openly is not very active in the church/doesnt follow many of the tenets. deconstruction is a deeply personal and difficult process + he happens to be doing it in a semi-public eye. And Also its fine and normal to dislike his association with the church and i would never disparage anyone for that. like everything its nuanced and complicated.