#in the way that I would have The Ship for a lot of them I mean

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Unexpected Surprise

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You up and leave your old life behind for a new job in a state you’ve never been to before. While on the plane, you meet a very interesting genius who has nothing but facts about almost everything. What you think is a cute date turns into something more when you see him at your new job.

Square Filled: "It's a success." for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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Never did you think you would pack up your entire life just to move across the country for a job. Yet here you are. On a plane going to a state you’ve never been to before to start a job you never thought you’d get. You applied to be the technical analyst for the FBI after being the tech girlie for the LAPD. The job was so far out of reach so when you got the job, you almost shit your pants.

They wanted you to start right away so you had to pack up whatever you could and move out there immediately. For the next few weeks, you’ll be flying back to California to get the rest of your things. There is a cute little apartment you were lucky enough to find, so you were able to get some of your things shipped over there.

During the flight, you try to calm yourself with some relaxing music but your thoughts are too loud to silence. Instead, you take out your laptop and work on some code you’ve been dabbling in for the past few months. You can create a lot of code with your skills, but you decided to focus on hacking and digging in places you shouldn’t be.

Perfect for the FBI.

Two hours pass by while you’re creating a theme for a website when you notice it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that your shoelace is untied. Your tray is down, your laptop and a snack rest upon it, and your bag is by your feet. It’s a fucking shoelace, Y/N. Ignore it. You try so hard for five minutes before you feel the urge to fix it. Maybe that’s why you’re so good at what you do. You pick at the details until what you’re left with is a pretty picture that’s easy to read.

Fixing your shoe is a need, not a want.

You keep shifting, hoping to get your foot closer to you so that you can tie your shoe, but to no avail.

“Do you need help?” You lift your eyes to look into honey-brown ones. The man on the aisle seat next to you has a kind smile on his face. “I can tie your shoe for you.”

“Why would you do that?” you ask without moving your foot.

The stranger holds up his phone which has a black screen. “My phone died, and I’m quite bored.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

You lift your foot and he rests it on his thigh. His long and nimble fingers grab both ends of your shoelace and start to tie it.

“No one quite knows the first time shoelaces were used to secure shoes. In fact, most reports indicate that shoelaces are as old as shoes themselves. Archaeologists believe that ancient peoples used shoelaces for the same reasons we currently use them, experimenting with materials to influence comfort, fit, and even style.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. They think that about five thousand years ago, during the late Neolithic and early Bronze Age periods, cavemen and women also used specific shoelace designs to distinguish between tribes. Most importantly, shoelaces kept early man’s shoes tight and fitted, accommodating their need to travel long distances for food, water, and shelter without causing severe damage to their feet.”

“You just know everything, don’t you?”

“I am a certified genius,” he grins.

“Is that so?”

“Quite. Did you know there are multiple ways to tie your shoe?”

“Please divulge that information,” you smile.

“First, you have the standard tie.” He ties your shoe using the most basic method that every adult knows how to do. “We have the famous ‘Bunny Ears’ way.” He unties your shoe just to tie it again using what children call ‘bunny ears’ since the loops look like ears. “Third, we have the better bow shoelace knot.” It’s like standard but he wraps the shoelace twice around his finger instead of once. “Finally, a classic, the double knot for extra security. See? It’s a success.”

“Who knew there were multiple ways to tie a shoe,” you smile.

“I did, and now so do you.”

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiles and sets your foot down. “Spencer Reid.”

“So, are you flying away from home or toward it?”

“Toward it. I was visiting my mom in Texas for a week. What about you?”

“Toward my new home. I’m from California, but I got a new job in Virginia. I’m kind of nervous about it. I’ve never done anything like it before.”

“What is it?”

“Tech work. I have a masters in computer science. I worked for the LAPD before, but I couldn’t pass up on this offer. I’m kind of nervous, to be honest. I’ve never even stepped foot in Virginia before. I don’t know anyone here.”

“You know me,” Spencer smiles kindly.

“That I do.”

The rest of the flight is smooth sailing once you and Spencer fall into easy conversation. You didn’t even know three hours had passed because he was that easy to talk to. Like the gentleman he is, he walks you to baggage claim and waits for you to get your bag even when he grabs his.

“When do you start your new job?” he asks.

“Monday.”

“I know this might be a bit forward, but I’d love to show you around Virginia if you’re not busy this weekend. I’m sure you have a lot of unpacking to do.”

“Not that much. Like I said before, this was sudden. All my things are still in California. I’ll be moving them in gradually for the next month or so. I can hang out tomorrow if you’d like.”

“It’s a date,” he smiles. His words suddenly register in his head and he starts stuttering and blushing. “Not like a date, date. I meant that I’ll see you tomorrow as in it’s confirmed.”

“Spencer, it’s okay. It can be a date,” you laugh.

“Okay,” he blushes more.

“You’re cute. I have to pick up my rental so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After exchanging phone numbers, you part ways. Your apartment is thirty minutes from the airport and already has the necessary furniture you had shipped over--bed, couch, dining table, and two chairs. The other things will come when you have time to bring them over. There are a few boxes you had shipped that contain kitchen and bathroom items so you don’t have to go out and buy all new things.

Before, you were nervous about starting this new job. Now, you’re nervous about your date with Spencer. He’s very cute and charming, but you don’t want to mess it up. Even if he isn’t boyfriend material, he definitely has the potential to be a really good friend. Look at you, already thinking about him as a boyfriend. You really are in over your head.

The next day, Spencer picks you up without a car. He likes using public transportation and refuses to even let you drive. You two started out in a cafe to get something to eat before he took you sightseeing around Virginia. There is a beautiful botanical garden here that is his favorite, so that’s where you two are.

“So, genius, have any facts or tidbits about this place?” you ask.

“The idea for this garden came from Thomas P. Thompson, Norfolk City Manager from 1935 to 1938, and Frederic Heutte, a young horticulturalist. Heutte had a fondness for azaleas and thought Hampton Roads had a climate uniquely suited for growing the plants. Thompson and Heutte believed that Norfolk could support an azalea garden to rival those of Charleston, SC, which even during the depression years drew thousands of tourists annually.”

“Wow, you’re just a fountain of knowledge.”

“That’s not all. Within less than a year, a section of underbrush had been cleared and readied for planting. By March of 1939, four thousand azaleas, two thousand rhododendrons, several thousand miscellaneous shrubs and trees, and one hundred bushels of daffodils had been planted.

“In August of 1939, Representative Colgate W. Darden Jr. secured an additional one hundred and thirty-eight thousand, five hundred and fifty-three dollars for the Azalea Garden, and the founding of the Old Dominion Horticultural Society provided volunteer labor to assist the Garden. By 1941, the Garden displayed nearly five thousand azaleas and seventy-five landscaped acres that were encompassed by five miles of walking trails.”

You don’t know Spencer well at all but hearing him spew facts like he has them stored in his brain for later brings a smile to your face.

“Well, they did a good job because this place looks beautiful.”

Spencer looks at you and smiles. “Yeah, it is.”

You and Spencer spend another hour walking around the garden while he tells you facts about the different flowers and plants. Afterward, he takes you to get ice cream before bringing you home. He walks up the porch steps leading to your apartment building, and you stop before you can open the door.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t have a lot of furniture, though.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no.” Before your shoulders can deflate, he quickly adds, “It’s not because I don’t want to. I do, but I want to do this right.”

“Right?” you ask.

Spencer smiles and he leans in closer to you. You stay completely still because you don’t want to mess this up. You don’t want to kiss him if that’s not his intention. He does kiss you but on your cheek. Even when he pulls away, you can still feel the skin he touches tingling.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Good luck on your first day.”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how it’s going.”

With that, Spencer leaves. Thoughts of him swirl around in your head for the rest of the night, are embedded into your dreams, and even when you wake up. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. You get dressed and drive to the BAU where you’ll be working. Their current technical analyst is leaving so she’ll be training you to take her place.

After signing in at the lobby and getting your badge, you make your way to the floor where the BAU is. Penelope Garcia is waiting for you outside of the bullpen, and she smiles when she sees you.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yes, you must be Penelope Garcia, right? It’s nice to meet you. So, you’re leaving the BAU?”

“Yes, sad story. I love this team but I got a better job opportunity to work overseas. However, I trust that you will be more than happy here. I know you’ll do a great job because I picked you, and I’m never wrong. Let me introduce you to Hotch and the team.”

She takes you to Agent Hotchner’s office who is stern but welcoming. “You’ll be shadowing Garcia for a couple of weeks.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod.

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll leave you in the trusty hands of Garcia.”

“Come on, let’s find the rest of the team.”

You meet JJ, Emily, Tara, Luke, and Matt, all of them friendly and welcoming. The last person on the team is someone you never thought would be here. Spencer turns with a coffee in hand, and his eyes widen when he sees you. Not out of shock, but pleasant surprise.

“Of course, you’d work here,” you chuckle.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Kind of. We met on the plane ride over here, and he showed me around Virginia over the weekend.”

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again outside of being professional.”

Ever the gentleman, Spencer is. “Dr. Reid, are you sad about that?”

“Yes, I am. I like you, and I’d like to see you again.”

A blush creeps up your neck but you try to keep it at bay. “Well, you’re about to see a whole lot of me because I am not going anywhere.” You smirk. “I’ll see you around, Dr. Reid.”

You and Penelope walk off but you turn back and give him a flirty smile. He chuckles to himself and smiles as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I can already see it. You two will become the next Me and Derek.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I hope it’s a good thing.”

“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she giggles.

You can’t wait.

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[galactic-rhea]

ok but can i say how much i love your profile banner. like, besides being hillarious it also feels like, idk, an acknowledgement that anidala/vaderdala/etc is by no means perfect. it isn't. there's definitely some unhealthy behaviors (tho i'm no psychologist), but it's not irredeemable or intensly toxic. with some work (and a universe that doesnt hate them, seriously) they could be like, THE couple. I mean they kinda already are to me... couple goals. minus the infanticide.

Snskdja i think you need to see the full comic

(My partner drew it for me!)

They're pretty much mutually obssesed and codependent, their whole deal is that they bonded over trauma. These were two kids forced to grow fast and carry responsabilities beyond comprehension, in extreme danger and away from home and family, in circumstances where they weren't allowed to grow any kind of normal way of coping, and very lonely; so there isn't anything normal about them and honestly they don't need to be because they fit perfectly what the narrative needs of them, which is Space Romeo and Juliet with magic and laser guns and swords thrown around.

Their whole love story started because they both are deeply scarred and damaged individuals who were dehumanized in different ways but found solace in each other and their similar personalities, and because of their circumstances, they developed that extreme obssesion that became a brand for them and they hadn't much of a room to actually work a more normal relationship

Usually discussions about wether a ship is toxic or not (which is kinda a buzzword at this point, not pointing at you, anon! But i mean the general public, some ppl heard it once and never dropped it) are kinda reductive because it more often than not ends in a very White and black approach to the text and a very 'eh' conclusion, especially in cheesy and camp movies like SW because of course they aren't normal nor they cope on the correct ways, there wouldn't be story or much of a interesting aspect going on! Their devotion is insane and fantastical and closer to a greek myth or a Shakespeare tragedy than many of the other aspects in SW (like the politics) and they do have a positive impact on the other, and that's what's fun about it; there's no much point of comparison in real world because it simply can't be compared 1:1, but they're fun to analyze regardless because of how much of a compelling characters they are! And yet they can be very simple, narratively their concept isn't hard to grasp but you can dig so much about them with what little we have (particularly Padme has very little screentime compared to other characters, but there's still a lot to infer about her).

What's also fun about Anidala is that because SW is actually about love conquers all and all of that cheesy stuff, is also at the center of the whole story and through Luke it gets proven correct, Anidala as a relationship haunts the narrative and there's some gothic kinda vibes to it that I love. Both Anakin and Padme as characters come with SO MUCH to unpack, and so many flaws, and I have joked before that they lowkey match like puzzle pieces in such a way that they're mostly able to water down their issues, but that if they were to date someone who's more normal? It would be over, lmao.

(Now, Vaderdala, or at least my Vaderdala does take the insanity to a whole different league, theyre particularly freaky and evil in the empress padme AU lmao)

Alas, sorry for the rambling! I just love them!

[mommydoomy]

1. Ok, He is also a fictional character no matter how real or complex he may seem at times.

2. Yep, non-human character. Black Butler isn't exactly filled with gratuitous amounts of world building but we can pretty safely say that a demon has significantly different moral alignments and cares way less about societal expectations than a human.

3. Your not really wrong here. Sebastian does want his soul this is correct, however a demon that has lived as long as him and is as powerful and conniving as he is could have simply tricked Ciel into giving him his soul if that's alllll he cared about. He finds Ciel entertaining and thinks it's fun to play the butler role, he is content to wait. Now in most cultures around the world the soul is the cumulative of all someone is, their life force, energy memories, so in order to find someone's soul desirable one must also to some degree reasonably find them desirable.

4. Lets assume these rumors are completely unfounded, that it was never intended to be a dark yaoi, but the author lightened it up in order to publish it and actually make a profit. The author has all but outright said she ships it, and frequently draws or oks official art and manga panels with Sebastian and Ciel being in romantic or downright sexual situations.

5. I'm really beginning to think you and other antes watch the show with a blindfold on and earplugs. Thier are countless metaphors, parallels, and occasions where they have significant chemistry. Many of them are subtle and interwoven within the series rather than something to be played off for a laugh and used to imply that it is a joke.

6. People can ship and self-ship as they like. X reader Is not a new concept not by a long shot and a lot of it is actually produced by antis. And thier is a ton of this content, particularly surrounding Sebastian X reader, if people wanted that content there is and abundance of it, they didn't need to project it onto works shiping Ciel and Sebastian though there may have been overlap for those who enjoy both.

7. Im kinda thinking you missed the point of black butler entirely. Our main character was kidnapped and sexually abused by a demonic cult along with his twin being sacrificed in front of him and his family home burning down causing the death of his mother and father. He doesn't get to be a kid, he is a young teenager who is forced to grow up and take a mantle of the Queen's guard dog entrenched in the criminal underworld along with running his families company. He made the deal with sebastian in order to take revenge and find out why his parents died that night. He is also fond of Lizzy very clearly and cares about her but there are romantic chemistry is very limited, they are also related cousins which would also make them a problematic ship by anti terms. Ciel spends significantly more time and has significantly more chemistry with Sebastian then Lizzie, even in book of the Atlantic for example where Lizzie got to be in the spotlight.

8. This is fair, romance is not necessarily a core theme of the series. But sexual desire, hunger, and intimacy are, If they were to become candidate in any capacity it wouldn't be a fluffy romance where they got married and rode into the sunset. It would be something like Sebastian having sex with ciel as he finally took his soul or some other hint of damning evidence that their relationship is far more than master and butler.

Thier relationship dynamics, whether platonic or sexual are very interesting, and I even found some fanfiction where they have a parental sort of bond instead that were very cute. However one has to be blind deaf and stupid to not realize that there is a romantic and or sexual undertone to the characters actions and interactions, at best it is intimate.

And the people spewing that Sebastian right out the box is meant to be a father figure to Ciel really need to reevaluate their relationship with their own parents, and may need to seek help.

I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE WHO SHIP CIEL AND SEBASTIAN FROM BLACK BUTLER!

There is so much wrong with this ship and I have a full LIST of reasons why you are disgusting if you ship it.

1. CIEL IS A MINOR. HE IS 13. I don't care that he acts like an adult sometimes or that he's emotionally mature, he is thirteen fucking years old.

2. Sebastian is like a thousand years old. He's ancient. Enough said.

3. Sebastian cares about Ciel mainly because of the contract. I'm not saying that's the only reason, but Sebastian is mainly with Ciel so he can munch on his soul and have some fun before he finds a new contractor. I do believe Sebastian might have grown more attached to Ciel, but at the end of the day, Sebastian just wants his soul ¯\(ツ)/¯

4. I'm aware that there are rumours that Black Butler was going to be some gross hardcore yaoi series, but the author changed it. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THERE ARE SOME REMINENTS OF WHAT BLACK BUTLER MIGHT'VE BEEN, THEY AREN'T A SHIP.

5. There is next to no evidence that they will/are canon. Fight me on this.

6. Some people say it's because the series is old and the people who used to read this were desperate to be with Sebastian or Ciel whoever, and tried to ship them to feed their own dreams but SERIOUSLY. Get a life please 💀

7. Ciel doesn't have a romantic chemistry any characters apart from Lizzy, and he doesn't even seem overly interested in her ngl 💀 And again, he's 13 let the kid just be a kid.

8. The series is most likely never going to go down a romantic path. It's about demons, mystery, and crime fighting. There's a lot more but those are BASICALLY THE MAIN THEMES. not romance.

I could think up so many more, but my fingers are sore from typing. Don't get me wrong, I'm all here for platonic sebaciel because I find their dynamic interesting, but pairing the characters romantically? 🤮

[hellspawnmotel]

haha okay okay, I'll share my thoughts (this got long whoops. lots to cover)

first of all, just to clear I'm not saying that I think toby is trying to make the fanbase assume wholesomeness in EVERY relationship he writes, or even every lesbian relationship. I don't think he did that for alphyne, I think that is just a genuinely wholesome relationship for the most part. they have some stuff to work out (mostly based around alphys' lying and insecurities) but what couple doesnt? I did theorize that toby might have kept that in mind while writing suselle specifically though, given the surface-level similarities to alphyne (which essentially just boil down to 'tough girl x shy girl'). considering that toby's been developing noelle and susie since at least 2015 I doubt that's where he started out with the two of them, but I think it's plausible it influenced how he chose to frame their scenes in the final product.

I haven't seen whatever post you're talking about discussing alphyne vs RG01/RG02, and to be frank I don't remember seeing a lot of art of the knights that was overly sexual as opposed to just cute. I do believe that there's some level of it that I just haven't encountered but I don't know if it was the best example to illustrate this point. it IS true though that when it comes to shipping, there's a trend of viewing relationships between two men as inherently more sexual than relationships between two women, because misogyny and I can't get into why that happens in more specificity without going on a massive tangent and I trust you guys already know all that.

so let's just assume that we all understand these basic societal ideals, and the fact they get subconsciously drilled into our heads whether we like it or not: the default way to be a woman is to be a domestic caretaker. gentle, kind, pure, level-headed, someone who does all she can to avoid emotional conflict. or any conflict for that matter- a well-adjusted woman hates conflict, to avoid it she'll become submissive or run away or try to mediate or just faint into the arms of a man about it. men are the ones who initiate or confront conflict, who "make things happen".

then what happens when there are no men around? if a relationship is just two women in love, and the relationship is healthy, then there must be no conflict. all you're left with is sweet and pure domestic bliss. that's when it's "wholesome". therefore, if a relationship between two women DOES involve conflict, it must be unhealthy because it means something is "wrong" with one or both of them. so to that end I think it's much easier to conclude that a ship between two women is "toxic" than a ship between two men. or a ship between a man and a woman, for that matter. picture your average romcom centered around a heterosexual relationship, and ask yourself, if everything was exactly the same but it was two women instead, would it get called "toxic yuri"?

FTR, I understand that the phrase "toxic yuri" rose in popularity and prominence as backlash against this exact kind of thinking- we want lesbian relationships that involve conflict, and calling it "toxic" affectionately is in direct response to those who argue that any relationship between two women that isnt all sunshine and daisies is unhealthy and abusive. and there are PLENTY of girl/girl pairings that I would actually describe as "toxic" in sincerity and that's the appeal and what makes them interesting. but I think the (over)use of the word has gotten to a point where you gotta look at yourself and ask if that's what your ship really is, or if you just want to use a popular phrase- and more importantly, if mislabeling these relationships as "toxic" when conflict gets involved is just looping around and perpetuating the problem in a different way.

(remembering this was supposed to be about suselle) UMM. in conclusion I think if more people start to acknowledge the conflict or potential for conflict in susie and noelle's romantic storyline then we're gonna see it called "toxic yuri" even though nothing about it has changed. and I think that on the other side of that, those who exclusively want cute and lovey-dovey suselle are prone to ignoring any conflict or even denying it's there. not all the time! but it happens.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

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Din Djarin x plus size reader

You don’t know your place in the verse and he’s lost his way. 

Warnings: smut, labelling this dub-con just because Din is a bit forceful, this has a lot of angst, mostly relating to awful self-image and hate towards one's own body, restraints, Din doesn’t know how to deal with emotions, possessive!Din, ownership kink, breeding kink, blindfolds, forced marriage (reader doesn’t fully understand what the vows mean but she accepts after), drinking, no foreplay, creampie, fluff WC: 5.3k Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The market was bustling in the late afternoon light. The child cooed over the many bright colours and shiny objects in the vendor’s stalls, little hands reaching out to touch every time you got close. Big brown eyes reflected the lights perfectly. You smoothed over the whips hairs on top of his head, making him smile and snuggle closer to your soft chest, content in being held in your thick arms.

“We should go soon. I don’t want to be here after dark.” The modulated voice easily identifiable in the chatter of the crowd. You tilted your head up slightly, the Mandalorian’s armour glittering the same way as his son’s eyes. 

“Just need to pick up one more thing and then we can go.” You reassured but still hurried along, struggling to keep up with the taller man. He grunted, sounding annoyed but with a large hand placed on the small of your back, you knew he was just tired.

You took your time sorting through the fabrics on the cart, allowing the baby to feel some of them. You kept the softest fabrics in your hands, intending to make more clothes for him since he had quite the nasty habit of destroying them beyond repair. “What a beautiful family.” The vendor cooed, “I’ll even give you a discount so you can take care of that baby of yours.” You opened your mouth to protest but were quickly stopped by your companion.

“Thank you.” You felt your entire body flush as he stood closer, taking credits from his own store to pay for you. As he led you away, you spoke up. 

“You didn’t have to pay for me, Mando. I do have my own money.” He didn’t respond at first, humming under his helmet. 

“It’s my money cyar'ika, I spend it how I wish.”

Your heart pounded as you looked upon the powerful warrior, strong body towering over you, glowing in the light of the setting sun. 

Silent tears fell as you kept your head down, listening as goodbyes were said. Your heart broke as you heard the Jedi begin to walk away, the boy you had grown to love as your own giving a small cry, calling out for his father. There was a whispered ‘I’m sorry’ from Mando, his voice clear without the modulator in his helmet. 

You didn’t speak as you followed him back to the Crest, your heart broken, your arms empty without the little one in them. Mando climbed into the cockpit, slamming the door behind him. His rage and anguish filled the ship, only compounding your own sadness. You lifted up one of Grogu’s little tunics, the colour meant to emulate his father’s armour, that had been laid out on the table as you did laundry. 

Sobs ripped through your chest as you clung to the small outfit, collapsing onto the metal floor, bending over yourself as if it would sooth the incredible ache settling in your chest.

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Mando hadn’t spoken to you in a week, taking all his meals in his bunk or the cockpit, grunting in acknowledgement when you told him of the dwindling supplies in the ship’s store. You were no better. That little boy had become your son over the months he had been in your care but now he was gone and you found yourself struggling with your purpose.

You were hired to take care of him when Mando was on a hunt, nothing more. You were just a live-in nanny for the boy, you knew Mando chose you because you weren’t a threat. You were big, sure, but soft, your hands absent of calluses. You weren’t a danger to him, never posing a threat even in those rare occasions where you became furious, usually when Mando had unnecessarily risked his life.

You mothered both of them, keeping them fed, making sure the ship and themselves were clean. And giving Grogu lessons that Mando would sometimes listen in on if they were traveling between worlds and he had nothing else to do. It was what you loved, caring for others. But now, there was no one to care for.

Mando could handle himself, and now that the child is gone, he could easily get rid of you, not having to worry about another mouth to feed, another person to protect. He could easily leave you on some planet somewhere just like when he found you.

It wasn’t like you had any other use. You weren’t even pretty to look at, let alone fuck, no matter how much you yearned. You had, regretfully, developed an overwhelming, devastating crush on the bounty hunter pretty much as soon as he hired you and that had turned into full blown, heart-stopping love. 

Every moment you spent with him was torture but every moment without him was pure agony. But you knew he would never look at you, not when he had women like Omera. Small women with pleasant faces who could actually keep up with him. Not someone like you with a stomach flap and stretch marks and acne on your breasts. Not someone who could barely run and got winded after multiple trips up the ladder to the cockpit. You didn’t deserve him.

Your bags had been packed, all your things collected and carefully stored, you were just waiting for the day when the Crest would land on some stretch of planet and he would tell you to leave, maybe you would even get a thank you for your job, but you doubted it.

The ship vibrated beneath you as you sat on one of the many crates, a ball of yarn sitting between your folded legs as you used your fingers to crochet a little bantha. Making little toys for Grogu was a habit you still kept even without his presence. You already had a small box full of the little stuffed creatures in some kind of hope that Mando would bring them to him if ever he saw him again. Or maybe, you’d just sell them to get some credits when Mando kicked you out.

You hummed under your breath, being hyper aware of the volume of your own voice, not wanting to annoy the bounty hunter, even if he was locked in the cockpit. The soft yarn tangled around your arm as you put the finishing touches on the animal. Using the small pair of scissors from your sewing kit, you snipped off the extra yarn and winding the ball back up.

With a heavy sigh, you kissed the little head of the bantha before slipping to your bare feet, a shiver rolling up your spine from the cold metal, and wandered over to the small collection of things for Grogu. You carefully pulled the cover off and delicately laid the plushie on the top of the ever-growing pile, quickly shutting the lid before you could cry again.

“We’ll be landing soon.” Mando’s deep voice broke the silence of the hull, pulling you out of your self-deprecating spiral. 

“Yeah, ok.” You muttered, keeping your head down as to not look at your boss, knowing that one glance at his berserker would send your mind reeling, wanting to beg him to let you stay but you just shuffled off to your make-shift room to gather your things.

The cockpit door slammed shut once more and the rumbling beneath your feet increased as the ship entered the atmosphere. You sighed and checked your things one more time, sitting on your cot and pulling on your boots, waiting for the next stage of your journey.

Your breath was caught in your throat but you forced yourself to take a deep inhale, filling your lungs completely as the Crest settled down, jostling you slightly. You steeled yourself for the doors to lower. When they did, a frighteningly cold wind whipped through you, almost knocking you off your feet.

In the distance, you could see the dark outlines of buildings against the horizon. It would be a long walk but perhaps it would give you time to think about what you were supposed to do next. With one last pleading look up to the shut cockpit door, you stepped off the ship and drifted off into the dusty plateau.

“You haven’t asked any questions about the armour.” You looked up from the collection of educational holo programs you had been organising and met the mandalorian’s steel gaze. There were times, you felt, where he could see directly through you, observing your every emotion and thought you tried desperately to keep locked away.

His favourite blaster was half disassembled on the table in front of him, something he only did when the kid was asleep for fear of the little womp-rat stealing pieces for his own amusement. He seemed to fill up the limited space of the ‘kitchen’ with his bulk yet you couldn’t bring yourself to fear his size when he had been so gentle towards you since the moment you were employed.

You cleared your throat and occupied yourself with the various videos before you answered the man. “I don’t think there’s anyone that doesn’t know at least something about a mandalorian’s armour, even if it was just an unfounded rumour they overheard once. Besides, it’s not really my business to ask questions about your wardrobe or lack thereof.” You giggled to yourself, just barely catching the huff of annoyance from him.

“Just because I wear this armour, doesn’t mean I don’t change my clothes beneath it cyar'ika.” You levelled him with a knowing look, one that was far more brave than you felt.

“I think you’re forgetting which one of us does the laundry here.” He grumbled something unintelligible, making you laugh as you turned back to your work, a comfortable silence settling between you. From the corner of your eye, you could see the bounty hunter shift in his seat, said armour glittering beneath the warm light of the Crest. 

He grunted as he finally settled, his back against the wall, his thighs spread. You grinned in his direction, your chest warming with the domesticity of the moment. “You gonna tell me about it then? The creed?”

His head dipped towards you, his fingers still skillfully cleaning the barrel of the blaster. ��Mask stays on, I fight, I build something new with a clan of my own.”

“Poetic. Seems like you have it all figured out.” The holopad beeped with an alert, pulling your attention away from him and just barely missing the sigh of disagreement that escaped him.

“Could I get a room for the night?” The inn-keeper gave you a look but complied anyway, snatching the small pile of credits you left on the counter.

“All the way down the hall, last door on the right.” 

The walls of your room were bare save for the cracks in the brick and a singular window that seemed an afterthought to whoever built the inn. You sighed and threw your bag onto the bed, it wasn’t like you would be here for long. Surely there was another ship out there willing to take you on as an extra hand or at least give you a ride to somewhere that would. You’ve made due before, this time wouldn’t be any different.

You chose to ignore the ache in your chest at the thought. 

Noise from the cantina next door drew you from your spiral of self-misery. You knew it was never going to last but for some stupid reason, you had hoped it would. Mando had never hesitated when it came to you, he didn’t underestimate your abilities nor your drive like so many others had done, maybe that was why you had stupidly let yourself believe that he actually liked you.

Maybe a drink would help. Or twelve.

The dense smoke that filled the cantina made your eyes water as soon as you stepped inside, burning your nostrils in a way that pulled your mind from the pit in your stomach for the first time in days. Even on a planet as desolate as this, the bar was crowded, bodies filling every available space as they clambered for drinks. You pressed through the throng, the allure of something that could burn a hole in your throat calling to you. 

You didn’t care that it was probably made out back of the cantina in a distillery that hadn’t ever been cleaned, nor that if the mixture was wrong it could turn you blind. You just wanted to feel something other than the gaping void in your chest that the child and Mando had occupied. 

A credit slammed onto the dusty counter earned you a glass of the fluorescent green liquid that would make you forget, for just a moment at least. The glass was drained in a second and then slammed back onto the bar, another credit joining it. The bartender didn’t even give you a look, all-too-used to the sight. You would think about consequences tomorrow, about how you would have to start over yet again, to be at the mercy of another employer who would most likely berate you, remind you over and over again of your worthlessness. Eventually, you would forget about the Mandalorian, tucking him away into the recesses of your mind for nights when you would succumb to your weakness and fantasise about what could have been.

The blaring music began to fade into the background as you lifted your third shot, intending for it to follow the first two but you suddenly stopped, the rim of the glass resting on the fullness of your bottom lip. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as you felt the crosshairs of a predator’s gaze settle on you. You looked out of the corner of your eye — No one else seemed to notice the target suddenly scrawled on your back.

As nonchalantly as you could, you lowered the glass back down, pushing it to your right, where it was snatched up by the patron next to you. You weren’t in any real danger, somewhere in your hind mind assured, but you had seen what Mando could do when he was pissed and you doubted your hasty departure had made him happy. Though, you were surprised he noticed this quickly, maybe he had wanted something from you before he left the Crest.

People stepped out of his way as the hulking mass of beskar walked towards you, crossing half the length of the room in only a couple steps. “Cyar'ika.” His nickname for you, which he had not uttered in what seemed like forever, almost stopped you, but you couldn’t waver now. A woman close to the door moved closer to her companion, opening up your escape.

You ran.

Dust kicked up under your boots, no doubt leaving a trail for him to follow, but you hoped that he would get the hint. He had to have known that your time aboard the Crest was done, his child was gone, there was no use left for you and you had to leave before he figured it out and kicked you off himself.

You slipped into the now abandoned inn, silent save for the sound of you trying to catch your breath. This is what you wanted.

In your spiral of self-induced misery, you didn’t hear the heavy footfalls of the bounty hunter until it was too late, maybe if you did, you could’ve gotten away before he reached your door. Just as you thrust the ancient key into the lock, a huge hand landed on your shoulder, the strong fingers gripping the bone tightly, almost enough to make you wince.

“Why did you go?” His modulated voice was cold like the armour he wore, unyielding as you blindly tried to reach for the handle.

“It was time for me to leave.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look back. You tried to pull away but he held you tighter. 

“You want to leave me?” If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve swore he sounded sad. Your head tipped up to meet his gaze.

Without the filter of your wholly sober mind, your thoughts spilled from your lips. “We both know I’m just a burden to you. You’d be better off without me.” 

“No.” He sternly replied. 

“No? What do you mean ’no’?” 

“I mean no.” The door opened with a slam that made the thin wall tremble and suddenly, you were shoved into the dusty room, trapped with a man who you gravely misunderstood. Mando appeared as stoic as ever, all while he shut the door behind him, the lock snapping into place once more.

“You won’t leave me too.” He snarled and you gasped but it was quickly cut off as Mando spun you around, pressing your soft body into the hard wall of the inn.

A massive gloved hand clamped down on your hip as the other was planted by your head, caging you in, unable to escape the huge mandalorian. “You’re mine.” 

His chest heaved against your own, keeping you pinned in place as you struggled to breathe around the lump in your throat. He had never gotten this close to you before and it was entirely confusing. The cold metal of his chest plate pushed into your breasts making your nipples harden with the chill. Fear crawled up your spine quickly as his helmet tilted in the way it always did when he was observing a bounty.

“I fucking own you cyar'ika or did you forget about our contract already.” The leather of his gloves creaked as his grip tightened on your hip. You swallowed down a wince, unable to have a single thought other than how large he seemed like this. “You don’t get to leave.”

“Contract?”

Faster than your empty mind could comprehend, your employer’s hand flew to the belt that sat across his slim hips and pulled, drawing your gaze downwards. Though the plates on his thighs and the cup between them remained firmly on, from this close you could see the way his flight suit strained behind it. You forced your eyes back up to the dark line of his visor as he pulled something from one of the pockets on the belt before dropping it carelessly to the floor.

“Arms up.” He barked.

You balked, remaining frozen when you finally saw what was in his hands. A pair of cuffs.

“Up. Now.” Mando grabbed both your wrists in one massive paw and forced them above your head without so much as a peep of resistance from you. The cuffs closed around your wrists with a hiss that made his shoulders ease ever so slightly. His other hand remained on your hip, his thumb pressing into the bone like he was trying to ground himself.

“Mando what-“

“You were gone. I came down and you had taken off. I thought you were hurt or lost, but no, you were running away from me.” His head tipped down, scanning the length of your soft body that wasn’t pressed against him. “And now, you’re saying that I don’t want you, need you.” He kneaded the plush flesh of your hip as he stepped closer, now the whole length of him pushed against you, blocking your view until all you could see was him.

“You were wrong.” You tried to protest but he chose in that moment to press his leg between your own, forcing a whine from your lips before you could even think of smothering it.

“You belong to me.” The world flipped on its axis, knocking the wind from your lungs as the bounty hunter flipped you onto his hard shoulder. You almost expected him to throw open the door and carry you back to the Crest but the Mandalorian tossed you onto the bed in the center of the room, leaving you breathless and very confused.

“I-I can give you back the credits you gave me if that’s what you want.” He yanked at the fasteners on his forearms, letting the armour fall to the ground with a clatter. “Or something…” You trailed off as the beskar on his legs followed, somehow hoping that this was going in the direction you had wished for and it wasn’t some cruel joke he was playing to get back at you.

Mando scoffed beneath his helmet as the chest plate joined the rest of the set, leaving him standing over you in the dark grey flight suit you had seen dozens of times before, but never like this. The front was pulled tight by the heft of his cock pressing against the suit’s seam, a darker patch slowly growing where his bulk ended. 

“You haven’t seen it have you?” With your wrists still bound, you were pliant to his touch. His hands pulled at the shirt you wore, examining it before he suddenly gripped it tight and ripped the fabric apart.

“Hey!” Fear raced through your veins as your body was exposed to the man you had fallen for, you knew he would turn away, find you so wholly disgusting and unattractive that he would leave you on this bed in an inn that could barely be called that on a planet you didn’t know, taking your heart with him when he did. 

“Mesh'la.” His whisper crackled with the modulator in his helmet, but you heard it all the same.

“Please Mando, I’m sorry I left but we both know my usefulness ran out a long time ago. There’s nothing else of me that you want.” You tried to lower your arms over your stomach but he caught your wrists once more and forced them back over your head, keeping you exposed to him.

“I want all of you.” He tugged at the zipper of his suit with his free hand, slowly revealing his own lean body to you. Dark hair speckled his tanned chest, leading down to a soft stomach littered with scars that only added to his beauty. You knew he was strong, immensely so to get his job done, but seeing his strength laid out so plainly to you almost had you drooling. He ripped away the rest of your shirt without much more protest, tearing the fabric apart until all that remained was a thin strip in his hand. “This stays on.”

With more delicacy than you thought him capable of, Mando wrapped the fabric around your eyes, binding it behind your head, blinding you and then removing his touch from you entirely. “Mando, I don’t understand.” Your voice had grown weaker.

“You will.” He assured before another dull thud rang through the room. “I’ll make you understand just how badly I will always need you.” It took you a moment, disoriented from being blindfolded, but you suddenly realised that there was no modulation in his own voice.

“Mando?” 

“Trust me mesh'la.” It was then that his touch returned, burning hot and trembling with desire that you had never felt before. He touched your body with reverence, the tips of his fingers tracing each mark and marr with a soft admiration. “You don’t know what you do to me. So gentle, so soft, so perfect.” Lips followed each careful brush of his fingers.

“I’m not-“ You choked on the protest, tears burned behind your covered eyes.

“I tried to stop myself. I cannot give you the life you deserve but I couldn’t let you go, not after- You are my greatest sin. And my saviour.” Your pants slid down your legs before the weight of the bounty hunter replaced them, your skin flush together, no barriers between you. “And I am never letting you go.”

You tensed in surprise as he pressed his cock against your pussy, letting the heat between you grow unbearable. “I’m not any of those things. I’m not enough.” He froze, though he didn’t pull away.

“You think I’m lying to you.” Anger seeped from his pores. “I don’t lie to you, cyar'ika. Ever. I know you can feel how hard you make me, I’m always like this around you.” His hips pulled back, the tip of his cock falling to notch at your entrance. Even barely pressed into you, you burned with the stretch.

“It’s too much.” 

“You’ll take it.” And with that he blissfully, tortuously, began pushing into you. “You were meant to.” Your back lifted from the thin mattress, arching into him as you took more and more, the length of his cock almost never ending. Your hands curled into fists, your nails biting into the flesh of your palm.

Pain swirled with pleasure, muddying your mind more than any alcohol or spice ever could. Your jaw dropped open as he finally reached the hilt and stopped. “Remember to breathe.”

He drew back and then punched into you, forcing your body further up the bed. You didn’t even get a chance to draw in a breath before he did it again and then again and again until the frame beneath you shook with his power, threatening to collapse if you didn’t move with him.

You yanked your arms down, planting your hands on the solid muscle of his chest like you could steal the air from him in return but Mando grabbed the cuffs and pulled them back up over your head. “Breathe.” You gasped at the reminder, the pain suddenly morphing into blinding ecstasy.

“Please!” You begged, not knowing if you were pleading for mercy or for him to give you more. His lips descended on your neck, coarse hair scratching at the sensitive skin that only fed into the growing feeling in your stomach. His cock hit at something deep inside of you that set your nerves alight.

His body moved against yours perfectly, a dance of pleasure he somehow knew all the steps to already.

“I need you.” You lamented, the words flowing from you like a dam burst inside you. “I was so scared, I needed you and I couldn’t lose you too.” Tears wet the makeshift blindfold, making the fabric darker with each one that fell. 

“I’m sorry, it was all my fault.” He kissed up your jaw with each word. “You were my responsibility and I failed you, both of you.”

“He was mine.” You cried, chasing his lips. You thrust your bound hands into his hair tugging on the thick curls until you could feel the tip of his nose brush yours. “Please, I need-“ He smashed his lips to yours but then quickly pulled away, his voice ringing through your ears once more.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

“What’s it mean?” You slurred but instead of an answer, you received a snarl of frustration.

“Repeat it.” His hand pressed down on your stomach like he was trying to feel his cock pounding into you beneath the layer of fat but he only succeeded in adding more pressure to the already building mountain inside of you. You wailed, thrashing beneath him in some vain attempt to escape the pleasure he was inflicting on you but he didn’t relent for a second. He growled and threw one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing himself even deeper inside you.

“Repeat it.” He hit your g-spot with every thrust, brutally pushing you higher and higher. 

“I can’t! I don’t understand!” You sobbed.

He groaned as you tightened around him, your pussy desperately trying to suck him in. “Repeat this; We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” 

“We are one when together.” The cuffs unlocked and your fingers tangled together with his. “We are one when parted.” Your legs wrapped around his waist. “We will share all.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pulling at the knot on the blindfold.

“We will raise warriors.” He repeated with you before he yanked off the fabric. The light blinded you for a moment before he became clear. A halo of warmth surrounded his head, illuminating the delicate, harsh features of his face, a face that had not been seen since he was a child.

“My riddur, my wife.” He cupped your full cheek, wiping away the tears that had been steadily leaking from your eyes. “Say your husband’s name when you cum. Let me feel it.”

Your hips rolled upwards, matching his gentler thrusts as you squeezed his hand. “My husband.” His smile punched a hole right through you, tying the knot in your stomach even tighter.

“Din.” He supplied with a moan against your lips. Your legs wound tighter around him, pulling him into you.

With one more deep roll of his hips, the thatch of hair at the base of his cock brushing your swollen clit, you fell, succumbing to mind-numbing pleasure as you howled his name over and over again. Din shuttered above you, desperately trying to keep up his pace to ride out your orgasm for all its worth.

“Kriff.” He gritted his teeth, his hips catching as his own end barrelled into him. Your thighs sealed him into you as he let out a growl. “I’ll make sure you remember you’re mine with my child in your belly.” Din pinned you to the bed with his hips as molten heat exploded within you, filling you with everything he had. 

Your breaths mixed as you both finally came down from your highs, leaving you sore but pleased. There was so much left to ask, to say, the air was thick with it, but there was only one assurance you could utter to the man above you, in you.

“We will get him back, I promise.” You pressed your lips to his, the scruff of his facial hair poking your skin yet you reveled in the feeling, you may never feel it again. He sighed into the kiss as he slowly softened inside you.

“Do you remember that day in the market? That was the day I knew you were mine, my aliit, my clan.” 

You smiled at him. “That’s the day I knew too. I never thought you’d feel the same.” He kissed you again, his lips unsure but eager against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close for just a few seconds longer.

“It’s time we go, find our son.” He pried himself from you and began to gather the discarded pieces of his armour as you attempted to recover from his attentions. The silence and occasional grunt of exertion as Din forced the cold metal back into place, eased your mind. He was here, he came for you with no hesitation and he proved that you were the one he wished to build something new with.

You threw your legs over the edge of the bed, shakily standing as he donned the last of his beskar. You reached for your pants but instead picked up the final piece of his armour. He swung his head around, far too much like Grogu used to when he had lost something, taking a hesitant step further from you in his search. You cleared your throat, immediately bringing his big brown eyes back to you as you lifted the helmet.

“You ripped my shirt.” You reminded him with a smirk, looking down at your bare chest. 

With a sheepish look on his face, Din yanked off his cape and bundled you up in it, making sure you were completely covered before taking the helmet held lovingly in your hands. His smile was the last thing you saw on his face as he placed the helm back onto his head, once again becoming the Mandalorian. He swept you into his arms, keeping your body tight to his chest as he stepped into the hall.

“We will get him back.” He repeated, holding you closer. 

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I love your anti-AU in that the events of Mouthwashing don't happen to a T, just with the counter opposites of each respective character, but that the characters being the exact opposite of themselves changes the course of the plot ENTIRELY, so much so that it never comes into fruition in. The first place. Curly isn't a replacement for Jimmy, he doesn't do all that Jimmy has done in the game. He isn't used to justify a lack of originality, as Jimmy and Curly aren't polar opposites. They're both hypocritical, and flawed, and I feel like anti-jimmy wouldn't act the same way Curly does in Mouthwashing if these events were to happen.

I dunno, I just think it's pretty neat. They could get struck by a meteor some other way, by circumstance, leading us back to the OG plot, but there'd still be major shifts. Swansea wouldn't be a relapsing alcoholic, Daisuke wouldn't willingly crawl into the vents, Anya wouldn't go through what she did, so there's little to justify following the same format as OG mouthwashing.

I would think it's pretty cool that over the course of their trip, instead of things devolving into mayhem and destruction as the crew are personally victimized by Jimmy in some way, Jimmy affects them positively in a personal manner, changing them from the people who stepped onto the ship, to the people who will step off. This may be wishful thinking, because Anti-Jimpster isn't Steven Universe, but I like to dream.

It feels very sit-com esque. Jump up, freeze frame, roll credits!

I like your thoughts :)

You are right, the story doesn't happen the exact same way as the game BUT the events I have in mind follow similar story beats and are meant to parallel them.

The ship crashes but not via a random meteor. It is very similar to how it happens in the game, but it's not anti Jimmy who's doing it and the circumstances vary just enough for it to make sense for his specific set of characters.

And you're right about anti Jim being the ray of positivity here. He's not perfect but he means well. He's not exactly like og Curly and Anya but he shares a lot of traits with those two that I hope also reflects in his visual design.

I am down to get silly with them.

[angel-fruitcake]

I can understand why someone watching the show would think the confession was platonic because the story is more neat that way. It’s a full developed arc. It doesn’t impact my interpretation or enjoyment that other people interact with spn in a different way and it shouldn’t change yours either. Sometimes people just don’t like a ship and choose other interpretations because that’s more interesting to them. Does not mean they missed a thing. But calling them “no critical thinking or literary understanding” when spn is written like dogshit most seasons is lame and rude af.

mmmkay. lmao there's a lot to unpack here, but let's start with this:

you claim that the story is more 'neat' by interpreting castiel's confession as platonic... neat to who? who thinks that that's more neat than a romantic confession and why do they think that? please provide examples.

it's true that people are allowed to interpret things in any way they want to. that being said, it's also true that certain interpretations can be proven factually incorrect. this is one of those instances.

if you believe the power of friendship is what really matters, great! wonderful! i'm so glad that you think that way... but that's not what's happening here in this specific scene/show, and if you don't understand that, then you are not using media literacy or critical thinking skills. i'm not being rude by saying that. i'm stating a fact, and i will prove it to you in just a second.

on top of that, you're blatantly ignoring the people who actively worked very hard to get this romantic love confession into the show— namely, bob berens and misha collins. they have both been openly telling us for years that castiel's confession was Not Platonic. so do you believe you know more than them, the individuals who were actually involved in writing the script, or are you calling them liars?

you say i'm being lame and rude for claiming destiel deniers aren't using critical thinking skills. ok! so let's think critically for a second here, anon. answer me this genuine question:

why would cas say "because the one thing i want... it's something i know i can't have," if all he wanted was dean's friendship, or to be apart of dean's family?... he already had that. they were best friends, they were family. now let's skip to the end: "i love you." think about those 2 lines in regards to each other. cas was saying that what he wanted from dean was more. he wanted dean to love him in the same way that he loved dean— romantically. by those 2 lines of dialogue alone, the correct conclusion to be drawn is that cas had romantic feelings for dean. if you don't come to that conclusion, then you aren't thinking critically and you are missing things. point blank. end of story.

so! go ahead and tell me exactly how the people who choose to interpret castiel's love confession as platonic rather than romantic are using critical thinking skills. quickly!

[ultimateinsomniac]

seen a couple posts talking about the ending of the drv3 chapter 5 trial so here's my personal take:

shuichi and kaito didn't "ruin" kokichi's plan, because it never would have worked in the first place. monokuma had too much control over the whole situation. i think monokuma threatening to kill everyone and kaito stepping out of the exisal was the only way that trial could have ended, regardless of what shuichi did.

it's partially because of kaito's nature and partially tsumugi's as the mastermind. we know tsumugi will do ANYTHING to keep the game going, including breaking the rules, so if there was an unsolvable murder i guarantee she would bend the truth to make it solvable. she's not going down that easy.

kaito didn't completely understand kokichi's plan- he was only doing it as a favor from one dying kid to another. the second it looked like his friends would get killed because of it, he jumped ship. kaito cares too much about others, and not enough about himself, and he would never have risked his friends being executed.

if kokichi's plan DID work, and they voted kokichi as the blackened, i don't think THIS monokuma would have let it slide. it would still be an incorrect vote, and tsumugi clearly doesn't care about the rules the way junko did. she'd kill all of them and have kaito "graduate." i don't think kaito would let that happen, and i don't think he even had enough faith in the plan to GET that far, especially if monokuma started pushing him to reveal himself the way he does in canon. he didn't care about "tricking the mastermind" the way kokichi definitely did- he just cared about making sure everyone made it out alive.

that isn't to say that kokichi DIDN'T care about everyone else (clearly he very much did), moreso that he cared a lot about fucking with the game itself. he hated the game, and he hated the audience, and i think, crucially, he hated the killing. his view on it was different than kaito's, and while they both wanted to "end" the game, that meant different things for each of them.

kaito is headstrong and easy to anger, and extremely loyal. kaito made the conscious decision to murder kokichi, and he did it to save maki. there was, of course, the element of wanting to "end" the game, but i really don't think that was his main goal. it was a killing game, and he chose to kill, even if it was for someone else. kokichi gave kaito a reason to kill him, but kaito still chose to commit murder. i think the guilt of that was eating at his pride, and that's partially why he showed himself at the end.

kokichi and kaito are both flawed people, and they made bad decisions. kokichi's crazy ass plan was a shot in the dark, and it was desperate, and both of them were dying. shuichi did the best he could with what kokichi gave him, and i don't think enough people give him credit for that. he even tries to backtrack when he realized kokichi's actual goal!!!! the plan was just so flawed from the beginning, because kokichi still had no idea who the mastermind was, and he didn't trust anyone enough to ask them for help (you could argue he DID trust them with the plan after his death, in his own convoluted way, but it's behind so many layers of distrust that it was doomed to fail.)

i think we all too readily believed the idea that, if it worked, this plan would end the killing game and everyone would live happily ever after. MAYBE in a junko-run killing game, like ch6 of trigger happy havoc, but not with tsumugi. if they voted kokichi, i think monokuma would have smoked kaito out and then killed everyone. it wouldn't have been a checkmate.

[ckret2]

I remember you saying a lot of the characters you'd written for had a common theme of loneliness, is there any common theme between the pairings you like or is it just purely "the chemistry is good" ?

there are sooo many pairings with "good chemistry" that totally bore me lmao. no, i've got specific preferences.

Here's one very very specific ship dynamic that I almost always gravitate toward:

Enter a fandom. Find the most powerful villain (or villain-acting character) in this fandom. They must be completely OP, absolutely self-assured in their power and supremacy, all but unbeatable (unless it's by like the plucky hero or whatever). They are smug. They are confident. Their tag is probably filled with reader insert fics with plots like "y/n is dommed by [character] and calls him daddy." This is the Badass.

Find another character. This character is comparatively pathetic. Oftentimes, the fandom joke is that they could never win a fight. If the fandom isn't loudly proclaiming that this second character would get their ass handed to them by, specifically, the Badass, then it's only because the two of them are on SUCH different power levels that the idea of a fight never enters fans' minds. They may or may not actually be a wimp, but what matters is the fandom (and often, the narrative) sees them that way—at least when compared to the Badass, if not universally. This is the Loser.

Then have the Badass get kneecapped with love for the Loser.

They've gotta fall in love in a way that completely destroys them. It makes them fall from grace. It strips away their godhood. It topples their empire. It steals their power, their prestige, their dignity, their confidence, their sanity. It ruins their life.

The Badass would give up everything for a chance to crawl like a worm at the feet of their beloved Loser. They submit themself entirely to the Loser's will. They are but a sword, a toy, a dog, a piece of trash—whatever they need to lower themself to to be allowed to bask in the Loser's light.

The Loser might not even reciprocate.

This is a difficult ship dynamic to be into because even when the fandom DOES ship Badass/Loser, every one of the fics is like "Loser is dommed by Badass and calls him daddy" and I recoil in disgust.

And here's some other ship dynamics I'm into—borrowed from a couple of prior asks I've gotten here and here so if you wanna see me ramble EVEN MORE, I go more in depth in those two links.

the biggest thing that gets me into a ship is unhealthy obsession. Love to the point of self-destruction. Love past the point of all reason. Love like an addiction, love like a poison.

Forms this takes can include:

a worshiper toward their (personal) god. bonus points if the "god" isn't even that great, the divinity just exists in the worshiper's mind and the "god" kinda sucks (billford's a good example; I actually usually prefer the obsession going the other way around, but there's definitely still shades of this in how I write Ford's POV on Bill)

mutual rabidly codependent toxic obsession (example: comics Venom.)

"knight" obsessively in love with their liege. (canon example: Pearl toward Rose Quartz. headcanon example: Zim toward the Tallest. this is gonna be how i write Scaramouche toward Aku.) This can be extended to ships with similar power dynamics like henchman/villain.

your classic yandere. "I love you so much I had to kidnap you," "stay with me and I'll make you sososo happy, leave and I'll kill us both," "I will proactively murder anyone who likes you before you can like them back," "I will rewrite my entire identity to be perfect for you," "I'm so breathlessly euphoric with love for you that I kind of want to slit my own throat" yandere-yandere. (THE yandere: Yuno Gasai. a personal favorite: IDW Tarantulas toward Prowl.)

perpetually unrequited love. it MUST stay unrequited. if it becomes requited it stops being interesting. it must be quietly agonized over for an eternity. Bonus points if the couple once had a chance but the suffering lover sabotaged it. (I've done this with HashiMada, Starscream/Wheeljack, and radiosnake. you could easily do it with Gideon/Mabel or post-betrayal billford.)

"emotionless" characters (like in a "robot programmed without emotions" way, not a "mental illness" way) that somehow gain the capacity to feel love and it becomes their whole identity because they have nothing else. (i don't have an example lmao)

Various tropes I enjoy outside unhealthy obsession (although it can incorporate it):

Anything that lets me write a character romantically waxing poetic over the breathtaking beauty of something that normal people would never consider a potential object of attraction. Like a pteranodon, or a literal triangle with an eyeball, or a pile of black sludge.

The super genius who makes/does incredible things and their personal muse who inspires their work and is in awe of the brilliant things they do/make. they can both be geniuses but don't have to be. (Tarantulas & Prowl; Sir Pentious & Alastor; Ford & Bill)

Toxic exes who still know each other SO well that it's agony to be around each other because they can see everything they used to have.

Characters who make each other Worse. Like their relationship is good, but being together turns them both into terrible people. (Venom.)

[southconfessionpark]

I know the fandom is crazy about Style and Kyman, and that's cool. But sometimes I wish the fandom would give more love to Kyle's ships with their canon love interests. I know they're all just one-episode thing, but they still have so much potential. Kybecca? It's the cutest, fluffiest thing ever. How can you look at them and not feel your heart melt? All the scenes of Kyle trying to win her heart and her not understanding a thing about what was happening were a gem. Plus, Rebecca's socially awkward personality had so much to offer, not only as Kyle's crush, but as a recurring character that would be a great foil for most of the other girls on the show. Also imagine the awkwardness between the two after the dance incident, when at the end of the episode her parents said they would allow their children to attend public school I was hoping that she and her brother would become recurring characters, too bad it didn't turn out that way. Kychole? They could have possibly been one of the most wholesome and healthy relationships on the show, too, and I think someone with Nichole's calm personality would be a great fit for Kyle as a foil to the chaos that usually surrounds him on South Park. Not to mention their shared interests like basketball that would help them connect, Cartman's racist prejudices on the comedic side, and the whole "I liked you but didn't do anything about it because I thought you were gay" thing is so funny to me. Kylie? It's definitely a toxic relationship, but a damn interesting one. An "artificial intelligence" that has a guy eating out of her hand, making him believe she's a helpless girl who needs him, exploiting her savior complex to her advantage and making her become her protector while she tries to carry out her evil plans? Maybe it's not very romantic, but there's a lot to explore there. Kydi? Your rival/friend gets a girlfriend, at first she doesn't catch your attention but as time goes by you get to know her better, you see that she's actually very nice and smart, you end up growing fond of her and while you watch how her relationship becomes toxic and your stupid savior complex makes you feel the need to help her and also... uh oh... maybe you're starting to feel something more for her, and as you get closer she doesn't seem to be entirely indifferent to you, you even have the potential to become a safe place for each other, but she's too proud to accept her relationship is a mess so she prefers to turn against you than to accept her mistakes because she hates hear "I told you so". It has the potential for so many things, angst, comfort, misunderstandings, fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, lovers to enemies, something healthy, something toxic, it can be almost anything without being too ooc.

[trans-queen-administrator]

Sorry to everyone who followed for my analysis a year and change ago. The rot has consumed me and I can only post about drama now.

Anyway I saw the post by @worm-fanon-polls and wanted to try it with the worst candidates I know of, thank you for the idea and sorry for the existence of this.

Pictures of each entry below cut. Names censored to prevent harrassment, most of the time there will not be direct links. These are very bad, and your day may be significantly worse for seeing them. CW Racism, Pedophilia, Sexism, and more.

Infinite period. I think this is the tamest on the list. A terrible fanfic all around, one excerpt doesn't do it justice. Its entirely Taylor getting revenge on the trio, Madison is forced to have her period constantly as a punishment and the story is not normal about it, shockingly.

2. Bonesaw Hornyposting. Right what it says on the tin. Halfway through a worm liveblog, OP got horny on main about Bonesaw. Y'know, the 12 year old. Amy/Riley kinkposting by the same person not pictured due to image limit.

3. A collection of moodboards made for shipping Taylor with various villains from Worm, almost all of which are turned into airbrushed white boys for this. Villains moodboarded include Kaiser, Alabaster, Uber, Scion, Jack Slash, Ash Beast, and so many more. Here's Uber and the compilaton as a whole.

4. Gaylor's Ship Name Spreadsheet. A popular queer-focused discord server for worm fanfic made a spreadsheet to get ship names for rare character pairings, with plenty of people around the server participating. The names range from mediocre jokes to very poor taste to incredibly racist. Some examples:

Aisha x Purity: Kay Kay Kougar Bakuda x Greg: Yellow Fever Shatterbird x Miss Militia: Ambiguously Brown

Link to a copy

5. Ebony Steel. Speaking of bad ships! I'm just sending the ao3 tags, that's enough to make the point.

6. Ziz's Worm Fanfic Inspired Flowchart. Ziz is the name of a real life murderer and cult leader, name chosen because of the worm character. While her blog doesn't actually focus on Worm much beyond quoting it a few times, this flowchart detailing her mindset puts "Escalation..." as the final step, and with her being somewhat active in the worm fandom and the flowchart also having an Undertale reference there's a good chance this is referencing the common fanon of Taylor as the Queen of Escalation. This one is speculatory, if you want just think of this as a section for Ziz's murder cult as a whole.

7. Bakuda: Cornell's Own Resident Hamasian. OP (who is generally incomprehensible) posted this to r/Cornell, as if those people would know who Worm was. As a friend has said, maybe he just thinks Bakuda is real?

8. Victoria Comment Compilation. A collection of comments about Victoria on fanfics, Worm, and Ward. This is getting dangerously close to Amy discourse. Here's one of the very normal comments as an example to give a taste of the horrors.

9. Sophia crushing on Hookwolf. Someone on Reddit listed their favorite ships, which were massively racist in multiple ways. Shocking, the Worm fandom has never had a racism problem aside from this.

10. Ack's Deleted Works. If you don't know, Ack is one of, if not THE most prolific and popular fanfic author in the fandom. Everything he writes gets massively popular, and I will withhold from commenting about the quality of the works. I think it's okay to name names when it's the most known person in the fanfic scene. Anyway before he wrote generic power fantasy, he wrote a whole lot of Danny x Taylor smut, and although these have been deleted they can still be found and often leak into his 'normal' fics like Security. I will not link them or show an image because uhhh I actually do not want to put underage erotica on this post, so here is a moderator of r/Wormfanfic driven to insanity by them.

Anyway yeah this fandom is hell. If you know another terrible post please add it on.

[skywalkr-nberrie]

Imagine saying Anidala shippers whitewash their love when you ship Ob*kin.

Posting a SS from the rots novel of Anakin having some dark or unhinged inner dialogue at a point where he’s already anxious and has a nasty evil voice in his head trying to convince him of what’s not true, where he’s slowly losing his shit and has a Sith Lord vigorously breathing down his neck, manipulating him into thinking said things that aren’t true, while encouraging him to give into his rage more and more each time he sees him, and the fact that he’s running on no sleep and no food, is having nightmarish visions of his wife dying as he runs from one corner to the next trying to figure out how he’s going to save her and you still insist on saying that THAT’S how he truly is on the inside is insane work. It’s almost like you can’t find anything else to prove that Anidala isn’t a pure love apart from the times where Anakin is seeping more into the dark side to show just how bad they are for each other. Funnily enough, there isn’t any points where Anakin behaves in such ways prior to the brink of his breaking sanity because he’s not actually like that to his core and that’s why you can’t scoop up anything bad to say about them, so you do what every other anti/proshipper does and resort to using his worst moments (which don’t define who he is) against him 🤷🏾‍♀️

Another perfect example of a pure and true love that exists in the Star Wars universe is Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress. There was a point in the novel “Dark Disciple” where Quinlan falls to the darkside and succumbed to its will, which leads a moment where even Quinlan who had fallen extremely and madly in love with Ventress had the urge to murder her and actually choked her out. But none of that is meant to indicate that he doesn’t love her or that they’re not good for one another. Why? Because that’s the affect of the darkside. It makes one behave in ways that don’t reflect the person’s true intentions and core beliefs. Once Quinlan came back from the dark side he reaffirms his love for Ventress and regrets everything he did while he was under the influence of the darkside. One would assume that this same logic should be applied to Anakin as well but I guess that would require actually acknowledging that Anakin & Padmé are made for each other and belong together, and that Anakin isn’t actually insane or unhinged deep inside like they think, which is a big no no for a lot of haters.

And just FYI, Anakin and Padmé ARE a happy couple whom are very madly in love, Lucas the Maker himself refers to their love as pure and the tragedy is that they’re torn apart because an evil Sith Lord got his clutches on Anakin.

[thestargayzingetherian]

Five Years Since Catradora Kissed.

Five years ago on this day, a certain ship from kids cartoon that I love named Catradora became canon and kissed and saved their whole goddamn universe. And I don't think anything in any peice of queer media has hit me the same way since then. It still fills me with warmth and happiness just as it did all those years ago.

Catradora isn't just two girls from this really well written show that got together at the end. It's a testament to what stories in our modern age can be capable of doing, the stories they are capable of telling.

Yes, that has come with some caveats, how the creators of these stories are treated like dogshit by the powers that be, as well as 'certain' parts of their audience, not to mention the corporations owning these stories force their queerness into their rainbow capitalisc assimilationist horsecrap. But even still... just seeing how Catradora makes other people feel, how other people have been able to discover themselves because of them tells me that they have a power that no corporate suit will ever understand.

Catra is literally my transition goals for instance and I see so many people identify themselves as an "Adora" or a "Catra" kinnie. Their stories have helped people feel seen and be okay with themselves in a way I haven't seen so openly possible for a long time.

As for myself... Catradora has been there for me for every rough spot I've had the last few years. That no matter what, they give me some comfort. I've seen a lot of drama and bs in the She-Ra fandom, the likes of which I know drove some people away... but I am still here, because my love for these two dorks will always be there. If everyone in the Catradora fandom was to just give up and go to another fandom somewhere else, I would still be here. I would literally be the only Catradora girl alive if that were possible.

I know that in my personal expereince that I've made a lot of mistakes in my time in the fandom. Since I've been off my main social media places a lot the last few months, it's given me a time to think on how toxic and cynical I could be at times, how sometimes I'd make terrible mistakes that would make some people uncomfortable or how toxic some She-Ra fandom spaces were. This is not a callout post by the way, I don't do that kind of thing.

I don't expect everyone to forgive me for some of the things I've done in the past or things I've said. As much as I would want nothing more than to make ammends for anything I've said or done that's warranted any reputation I might have, I realise I can't force people to change. Adora didn't force Catra to change after all, she did it of her own volition and Adora's freinds likewise accepted Catra because they wanted to, not because Catra forced them to.

But I will say this... I am genuinely sorry for everything. For any conversations or ideas I might have worded badly that made people uncomfortable, for going on giant long cynical rants and vents because I was in a bad place, for all of that. I am truly sorry and I hope that I can at least be friends with some of you again.

And while I was only an observer for a lot of the other She-Ra fandom drama, I am sorry to everyone who left the fandom because of that too. I am so goddamn sorry that a bunch of sometimes justified internet drama and arguements caused you to no longer enjoy a beautiful series like She-Ra. I am sorry people did racist shit to Catra that made POC in the fandom deeply uncomfortable, I am sorry that so many people rallied behind good ships like Glimmadora and Entrapdak to harass Catradora stans because of the internet media ilteracy that trained them to hate Catra. I am sorry that these last five years haven't exactly been the best for a lot of you and I know that I alone can't exactly do much to fix that.

But what am I going to do? I'm going to try and keep being postive and making things that I at least hope make someone happy, that put a smile on someone's face. I have over 200 fics about Catradora alone posted on AO3 and probably much, much more planned in the future. Heck, the day this goes up, I'll be FINALLY properly making a start on the big post-canon She-Ra series I've always wanted to write.

I want to try and be a beacon of hope and positivty for anyone who visits my pages. I was told by I think @catras-breakup-song and @witch-apologist that I have somewhat of a repuation for being a nice blog that shows up in people's feeds on here and I hope I can still be that for another five years.

Catradora are in a way... an inspiration to me. Creatively, by writing tons of stories about them. And for their happiness giving me such hope on the days I feel so dark.

So here's to the next five, hell, next TEN years, because hey, if Korrasami can keep people going for ten years, Catradora most certainly can!

May Catradora and everything about She-Ra keep you happy for a good long time, my friends. I hope to see some of you again soon.

[sometimesoliloquy]

I know that 6x06 - 6x07 and "the betrayal" has been talked about to death, but I don't think I've really seen this particular detail discussed. I realized there had been something still nagging at me about the fact of Wharton ordering all the women at Jezebels to be killed and Nick's "I didn't think he'd do that"... I believed him of course, but then I had to wonder: what did he think was going to happen? Did he just not think about it (like Serena doesn't think about what happens to handmaids once they're done being human incubators)? That seems unlike Nick. He still would surely have known he was putting them in danger, right? My guess (before we saw what actually happened) was that they would be shipped off to the colonies, which although certainly not as horrifically brutal in its immediacy, we know is a slow, horrific eventual death (Seriously though, is the colonies just not a thing anymore?? Makes little sense why Gilead would just "waste" able bodied workers--yes I know that's an awful way to view human beings but that is exactly how they do there).

But it just occurred to me that there was a little clue in 6x06 all along, when Nick and Janine are talking--she asks about "his favorite girl" and he replies "she got transferred out. she's ok". Obviously that was a cleverly constructed falsehood to communicate about June in code, but in hindsight it also speaks to a relevant truth--it is pretty much proof that THAT HAPPENS. Women get transferred from one Jezebels location to another. It's a common enough occurrence to speak about casually and not raise any red flags to Bell, who is intimately familiar with (I'm sure a lot of) Jezebels establishments. We also saw proof of it in 4x02 where Daisy, the character who helps June poison commanders at the country club Jezebels near the farm safehouse, said she had previously been at the Boston location. So it was fully reasonable (if perhaps naive) for Nick to simply think the women would get shipped off to other Jezebels site(s). That little line serves as foreshadowing for what he thought would happen--they'll get transferred out, they'll be ok.

He didn't know yet what a horrible man his father in law was, as the mask of "kindly, respectful, morally upstanding" gentleman had been so firmly in place. The very first tiny hint he got of the brutal man behind the mask was probably Wharton's brief disturbing flash of rage as he interrogated Nick in his office, but (especially based on what's hinted about Nick's own father this season), he likely internalized this and viewed Wharton's anger as what was coming to him--familiar comeuppance for a son disobeying a strict father figure. He's had no clue to indicate that Wharton would ever be violent towards women and assumed he would not be, probably also because this is something that is particularly unthinkable to Nick. Violence towards other men we have seen him stomach and even commit himself. But all women, even those in positions of privilege and complicit in terrible acts, even Serena--June's abuser, his abuser--he treats with respect and compassion. 

Unfortunately Nick mistakenly imbued this stalwart principle--treat women, all women, with deference and kindness--to his father-in-law as well, and so was undoubtedly shocked and devastated when the mass execution of the women was committed, instead of them being harmlessly relocated. It was a costly lapse in judgement, but understandable looking at it from this point of view. Obviously he is not blind to the horrors of Gilead, but hopefully this opened his eyes even more to the fact of what he is made to be ultimately complicit in while acting as a commander in Gilead, despite his very best intentions. How he is being made to betray his closely held principles. And I believe there has to come a point, whatever the final impetus for that may be, where he says enough--I can't do this anymore--not just for June this time, but for himself.

[asha-dasha]

TELL ME UR DIOMEDES HEADCANONS ... all of them (also I like your epic trauma studies fics btw)

Hhhhhhmnnnggggg all of them would take soooooo long I am thinking about Diomedes 24/7.

- Comaetho wanted a baby sister and was DEVASTATED when Deipyle and Tydeus were like "here's your brother!" she still complains about it when Dio is especially annoying to her

- the first time he actually heard about what Tydeus did at Thebes (a lot of what he hears is filtered through mentors or his mother), he was 12 or 13 and he threw up.

- speaking about Tydeus eating brains, Diomedes sometimes gets really queasy around raw meat, this mostly goes away after Thebes because he's scene real guts and gore

- as a kid, did NOT understand the concept of tact. He would say anything that comes to mind, the first time he meets the rest of the Epigoni (probably around age 10 or so, he called one of them ugly). He's been beat up enough to develop some sort of filter

More below the cut :))))

- hhhnnngggg he has autism lets just get that out of the way and his special interests are horses and fighting and adrenaline rushes

- when hes not in an adrenaline rush, he gets overstimulated pretty easily but has learned to mask very well

- in Thebes, he truly found himself. He became a man there, which is why he gravitates toward battle

- Every calculated action he makes, he views as an offering to Athena way of showing that he won't disappoint her like his father did

- he loves a hater, loves to be a hater. this is why he gets along with Sthenelus and later Odysseus, aka the biggest haters he knows

- Diomedes LOVES to sleep, it's his favorite hobby.

- he is not a morning person or a night person do not wake him up

- I'm so serious he loves his beauty sleep so much he will sleep 10 hours easy if you let him

- he and Athena dont speak much when it's just the two of them. They gesture and grumble, very rarely do they actually speak.

- scared of a man who has everything to lose (Hector). When people are hopeless they get sloppy but calculated people are so much more deadly

- DESPISES Paris because he's babied by his family, Diomedes was forced by his mother to swear an oath to avenge his father when he was too young to even know what that means, why should Paris be protected? His mistakes got them all here

- I think Diomedes and Antilochus would have been war besties but Antilochus is too loud for him (odysseus talks a lot but is rarely loud)

- after he injuried aphrodite and ares he had a panic attack that Athena would hate him, it took Odysseus and Athena's reassurances to calm him down

- not my hc its from "A Thousand Ships" by Natalie Haynes, but he and Odysseus make faces at each other during war meetings when others aren't looking

- jokes about being odysseus's eromenos, odysseus hates these jokes

- doesnt sleep well post-pallidium

I have more but these are the ones from the top of my head, Im currently writing a Diomedes goes to Ithaca AU fic so I have more but idk which ones I'll use.

[leodraws9000]

Here’s my explanation post for everything I’ve found out about Octonauts: Tsunami Crisis!!!!

Spoilers below

So let’s start from the start of the movie. We start off with the Octonauts having a dance party, and Kwazii on an Island. While on the island, Captain Barnacles visits him with some fish biscuits, before leaving Kwazii to his mission.

At some point two things happen. An earthquake hits the island, and Captain Barnacles crashes the Gup H (the helicopter)

How does he lose his memories???

When the Gup H is crashing, Captain Barnacles hits his head against the controls so hard his helmet falls off, and he falls unconscious, gaining amnesia in the process.

Back with the Octonauts, Captain Barnacles is declared missing. Kwazii steps up as the Lieutenant and takes the responsibilities of their missing Captain, including leading the rest of the Octonauts.

The power of the earthquake traveled through the sea, and was going to cause a 30-meter tall tsunami, which would destroy the island and hurt any creatures living there. Kwazii then leads the Octonauts in an evacuation, including telling Dashi to scan for nearby islands they can take refuge on.

Back with the Captain…

The Gup H crashed on top of the treasure ship, a big old pirate ship full of precious jewels. Disoriented he stumbles from the Gup, before falling through the ship into a fight arena. Inside, we see multiple penguins fighting. In the translations it says that they are fighting to see who will protect the treasure ship. The two penguins see the Captain, and try to charge him, before being tossed off the platform by a confused and disoriented Captain. They then name Captain Barnacles their “First Warrior” putting him in charge of protecting their treasure.

Back with the Octonauts…

At some point in the movie, Peso wears red makeup on his eyes, likely to look similar to the penguins. He finds the Captain, but realizes he has lost his memory. He also sees that the Captain is injured and wants to give him medical treatment, but is denied (and is literally picked up and moved away). I think another penguin tried to bandage the Captain instead, but failed.

I’m pretty sure the Octonauts needed a way to get all the creatures off the island, likely due to the Gups having lost power. They end up finding the treasure ship, but are then caught by the penguins on the island. The penguins take them inside the ship, before calling upon their first warrior to fight Kwazii, which is Captain Barnacles. This is likely due to a misunderstanding, in which the Octonauts needed the ship to leave, and the penguins thought they were trying to steal their treasure.

Captain Barnacles jumps onto the suspended platform, and Kwazii is relieved and ecstatic to see his friend. Peso however yells out to him that the Captain doesn’t remember anything. The Captain then starts to try and fight Kwazii, while Kwazii continues to dodge and tries to reason with the Captain and the penguins. There’s some lines like “Captain? I’m not your captain.” And “Captain, it’s me! What’s going on? I’m Kwazii! I don’t want to fight you!”

Something that led me to believe it was a fight ring before seeing the clip of the penguins fighting was the Captain’s line “I admire your courage.” And “Easy win. Anyone else?” Showing that while he is fighting, there’s no malice behind it, and he even admires Kwazii. Captain Barnacles launches Kwazii into the air, where we get a slow mo scene and a flashback, in which Kwazii then get determined and swings back into the arena. Captain Barnacles tries to push Kwazii off, and the two end up pushing a box against each other. Kwazii is clearly losing as the Captain is a lot stronger, and he ends up throwing a punch. However it wasn’t an actual punch, it was just Kwazii giving the Captain a fish biscuit, to which he says the taste is familiar. Kwazii jumps out of the way of the box, and Captain goes falling off the platform. Kwazii dives off the platform, and grabs the Captain, hanging off of the platform. The Captain declares that Kwazii won.

Kwazii then explains to the penguins the severity of the situation, and how there is a tsunami coming. We transition to on top of the ship, which Tweak explains that they are going to push the ship off the mountain, which is very tall and very steep. They prepare, including adding a light to the ship, and using wood to make levers to push it, before sailing it down the mountain.

Everyone on the ship struggles to hang on tight, as the ship is going down a really steep incline really fast. Peso ends up dropping his medical bag, which hits the Captain over the head, making him lose his grip and sends him flying over board (which the Octonauts saw)

They make it to the water, where they have the gups tow the treasure ship full of creatures, towards the tsunami. They were going to sail the ship over the Giant tsunami wave.

Meanwhile the Captain lands in the ocean, regaining his memory and seeing the ship in the distance, before calling out Kwazii’s name.

As they start going up the tsunami wave, they realize the ship is unstable and too heavy, and if they don’t lose weight on the ship then they won’t make it over. The penguins and tortoises then work together to break a hole in the ship so the gems can escape. Just when things seem impossible and that they won’t make it, the Captain swoops in steering the Octopod, to the Octonauts surprise. He then says “Thank you Peso for waking me up with your medical bag” confirming that him getting hit over the head again is what brought his memories back. He then uses the Octopods arms from behind and helps push the treasure ship over the wave.

Right at the top of the wave, Kwazii climbs onto the very front of the ship, as the sun shines on the other side. The ship then flies over the wave in slow motion, causing all the animals and Octonauts aboard to also go flying (they smile at each other as it happens) they all land safely before the ship cracks in two and sinks.

And that’s all the facts I’ve found!!!

Where does the movie take place???

I think the movie likely takes place on the Galápagos Islands. I was talking about the movie with a teacher of mine, and mentions the translation where they call the island “Turtle Island” to which he said “I wonder if they are talking about the Galápagos Islands?” Because the islands are also referred to as “Turtle Island”

The Galápagos Islands are also home to Giant Tortoises, and Galapagos penguins, which are both seen in the movie on the island, further proving that the movie takes place there.

What type of penguins are they???

Originally I thought they were African penguins due to their physical appearance. However, after discovering that there are penguins on the Galápagos Islands, I have deduced that they are likely Galapagos penguins, which look really similar to African penguins, and the penguins in the movie.

That’s all I have for now!!! Thanks for reading!!!