#is there a ship name for all three of them?

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So I’ve seen you draw and tag a couple of different ships, just wondering which are your favorite???

Love your art btw :D

Thank you!

I don’t have a specific ship i'm particularly loyal to, so I guess I’ll rate them and also provide my own headcanons:

(disclaimer i dont know ship names so imma just try my best)

Trine-shipping: yes, put the three of them together, I don’t care. familial, sexual, romantic, platonic, its all good. I go crazy seeing them stand next to each other in the cartoon what do you want from me.

thunderwarp: I see this one a lot and I quite like it. these two being mates with starscream doing his own thing kinda makes sense considering starscream has a bunch of other ships. also makes it fun when something happens to one of them and starscream is left in the awkward position of having to deal with that.

thunderstar: been thinking about this one more lately. they’re like foils to each other. thundercracker’s a good boy to starscream’s bad boy, and he does such a concern about all the morally dubious stuff starscream gets up to. but at the same time, he admires starscream’s ambition and rizz and starscream the kinda bot that would pull you so high if you followed him. I think out of anyone, starscream is the closest to actually trusting thundercracker. 

starwarp: i had this thought one time of what if skywarp is like the horniest asexual and starscream is the most traumatized aromantic, and how would that even work XD nothing solid in the works just an idea that I had. ive seen these two less often outside of trine shipping but it can be pretty hot. I like when they are being protective of each other. I always see skywarp as more emotionally open than his trinemates and starscream can use some of that open and honest emotional love and care. someone to forcfully make him accept being loved. someone who will actually push back when he’s being stupid. and with skywarp being loyal to megatron, so much angst potential for both of them.

starbee: im a sucker for the whole ghost bee starscream dynamic. I already made a post about these two, and after all this time I still really enjoy this ship. I think characters that don’t actually like each other at first but grow into a mutual respect is so tasty. I think some people don’t like the ship because they headcanon bee as too young? well, starscream is actually younger in my fic lmao, but also they’re like 6 million years old and are born with full adult processing capabilities, I don’t think age matters here :P its less about intimacy for me anyway. I like them together because of how much it takes to get there. 

starwavewave: okay this one is 100% fueled by tfone but guyssss guysss theyre married and megatron is their son and im just aaaagh dont seperate them! such a kookie dynamic, the cool headed soundwave, the emotionally volatile shockwave, the arrogant yet cowardly starscream, all being fail dads to their little scamp leader. hahaha. high command polycule 

megastar: gasp, rated above skystar. yes, I just find this dynamic more interesting. I like an abusive ship sometimes for the angst but I also enjoy seeing megatron when he isnt abusive? kinda catharsis maybe. I read a fic once where the war is over and starscream invites megatron to one of optimus’ high profile parties and is appalled at megatron showing up in robot equivalent of underdressed, meanwhile megatron the working class miner is like “I washed, what else was I supposed to do” XD and I just love that haha. theres just so many ways to take it. I wont be doing any megastar in my au, I just tag anything that has megatron and starscream interacting with megastar cuz thats the dynamic to me

skystar/jetstar: iddkkkkk i know this is the most popular ship but it’s just!! idk! its not as interesting to me haha. I love this as a past ship, they were roommates in college, starscream opened himself to someone, chose to become close and then was hurt by it. just another wound on starscream’s spark before he ever even meets megatron. I don’t think theyd get back together after the ice. idk how well I can write this so I’ll just explain how it happens in my au here: skyfire died and starscream created this version of skyfire in his mind that was perfect, he memorialised him because he was dead! you just cant live up to how someone remembers you. I think that was part of the reason why starscream reacts so badly when skyfire “betrayed” him. unlike thundercracker, skyfire knows how to set healthy boundaries. not to mention he’d been on ice for four million years, lost his entire life, everyone he knows, and his entire civilisation, planet, and culture to a war he had no part in. bot’s gonna be upset. pissed off even. skyfire shouldnt have to be some soft sparked punching bag for starscream, he’s kind and a pacifist but he’s also going to get upset and have feelings. I think starscream’s betrayal would hit pretty hard, he’d gonna be upset about how much starscream’s changed, how much damage starscream helped cause during the war, and also starscream shooting him in the back for wanting to protect the native wildlife! when they properly talk to each other again it’s going to be heated on both sides, and I think after some hard work from both sides they could end up in a place where they are willing to be friends again, but I don’t think they’d conjunx. skystar isnt end game to me, but it is canon and an important part of the story

starop: I think ive read one fic where I really liked this ship. it’s just such a random pairing. my initial reaction is just noooo optimus prime?? but that guy’s everyone’s dad! Ive been told a big part of it is they’re both megatron’s ex’s and that’s pretty funny. not for me sadly haha (opxmegatronoldmanyaoiotpfrfr)

starjack…wheelstar? whatever the starscream and wheeljack one is. I’m not into this one. I see where people are coming from with it, but wheeljack isnt an interesting character to me. they can be science bros tho

starscream and windblade: ive seen this like once or twice. not for me. windblade is like, starscream’s daughter or something idk XD 

soundstar: uuuh i dont see it. sorry! i legit have no thoughts on soundstar. theyre coworkers XD. ive seen fics where the seekers are really young and soundwave moms them, and that’s really cute. okay, I like soundwave as a caretaker if the seekers are young, but yeah I don’t think I understand this one. 

shockstar: nooooooo. tho ironically theres more canon content there to fuel this one than soundstar (is this emotion?) but still no XD I don’t even hate shockwave! let him be sunstorm’s dad, that’s cute. but no, shockewave too creepy. no ship. they are also coworkers

what other ship is there even? oh yeah

starprowl: this is apparently a really popular ship?! I guess in a way prowl is sort of like the autobot’s starscream, undermining his leader, arrogant, willing to do the dubious play. they’re both ruthless. I like this one better than starjacked, but its still an odd pairing to me.

oh! knockout and starscream, i can kinda see it? like, as a rebound after breakdown? I like knock out and breakdown, so I’d only see these two as like friends or if something happened to breakdown. they’re a LOT of fun when they interact tho heh heh, perfectly clashing personalities

on the topic of tfp, I guess starscream and arcee is a ship? I can see this similar to my enjoyment of starbee, they’d have to work reeaally hard for this one to work but they have had potentially positive interactions in the show (before starscream screws it up) so its possible in a better world where starscream doesnt suck they could become friends. him killing cliffjumper is gonna be a huge hurdle tho! 

dont talk to me about airachnid

do people ship starscream and ratchet? I don’t ship it, but I do really like interactions between them. starscream is so terrible but he also gets hurt a lot. ratchet is grumpy and prejudice but he’s the best doctor and he’ll fix him up! I like when something terrible happens to starscream and ratchet cant help but feel bad for the guy. that’s the good stuff.

lastly i have been asked a few times on trinebee. im assuming this is bumblebee and the trine. i hadnt thought about it but it makes sense! if youre a starbee shipper, but you also support trine propaganda, then it only makes sense to bring bee into the trine. also bee and thundercracker are friends! the only ones who havent really had any interaction is bee and warp, and honestly idk if I see those two getting along but bumblebee is everybody’s friend so XD I’m sure it’ll work out!

and i think those are all the thoughts i have on the ships! 

no hate on anyone who ships any of these!!! you all do what you do, these are just my opinions, and honestly I’m just not a huge shipper to begin with haha. I am…unsure if there will be any shipping content in my au, I write my scenarios very much “canon but to the left” and so it comes out very sex-less because romance and intimacy is just not the type of content I’m in the business of writing. but, idk, i think about it sometimes. sometimes I think about the end of chapter one of thundercracker’s origin, the night starscream took thundercracker out on a not-date. i think, who knows, in some version of the story maybe they shared a kiss? maybe they went back to the apartment and things went further? maybe. but of course, in every version of the story, starscream is gone the next morning. 

happy valentrine’s day!

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BAD INVESTMENT

PART ONE

summary: while at club pentagon, thanos runs into the man that single handedly got him into debt, mg coin, but he also runs into you. mg coin’s pretty little girlfriend.

parings: myung-gi x f!reader, thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: violence, blood, swearing, alcohol use

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MG Coin.

The man who single-handedly ruined Thanos’ life.

The so-called crypto guru who convinced thousands—including him—to pour their money into a sinking ship. And now here he was, sitting at the bar inside Club Pentagon, a girl—you—perched between his legs like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Thanos clenched his jaw. The audacity.

He didn’t hesitate. He stalked forward, cutting through the crowd, eyes locked on his target.

“MG Coin,” he said, voice low, dangerous.

The man looked up, blinking at him in confusion. You glanced over your shoulder, and for a split second, Thanos’ focus wavered, his eyes dropping to yours. But then Myung-gi spoke.

“Do I know you?”

Thanos’ gaze snapped back.

“No,” he said coolly, cracking his knuckles. “But you’re about to.”

Myung-gi sighed, already exasperated. “Listen, if this is about crypto—”

“You stole my money,” Thanos cut in, his voice edged with restrained fury. “You owe me.”

“I didn’t steal your money, man,” Myung-gi replied, shaking his head. “It’s not my fault the market crashed.”

Thanos took another step forward, towering over him.

“You made the videos. You sold the dream.” His lip curled. “And I bought it.”

Myung-gi exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Jesus Christ, you sound just like the idiots in my DMs.”

Thanos smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. His eyes flickered back to you, his smirk widening.

“What’s your name, señorita?” he drawled, voice dripping with flirtation.

You couldn’t help it—the smile that spread across your lips, the soft giggle that escaped you. Like your boyfriend wasn’t sitting right there. Like you weren’t tangled up in his lap.

Myung-Gi’s fingers tapped against your cheek, pulling your attention back to him.

“Why don’t you grab us a drink, babe?” he said, all sugar-sweet smiles, slipping his card into your hand.

You nodded, slipping away into the crowd.

Thanos watched you go, eyes dark with interest. “Make that three!” he called after you, but the music swallowed his voice whole. No matter. He’d have his way one way or another.

His attention snapped back to Myung-Gi. “Who is she?” he asked, feigning casual curiosity.

Myung-Gi’s jaw tensed. “My girlfriend,” he bit out. “So back the fuck off.”

Thanos’ smirk sharpened.

“You know, MG Coin,” he mused, stepping closer, “I might be willing to call us even—” he tilted his head, eyes flicking toward you at the bar before settling back on Myung-Gi, “—if you let me have a taste of her.”

Myung-Gi shot to his feet, shoving Thanos hard.

Thanos stumbled back a step before straightening, his expression darkening, amusement flickering into something far more dangerous.

Slowly, he grabbed a fistful of Myung-Gi’s collar, yanking him close until their noses nearly touched.

“Touch me again,” he murmured, voice soft but laced with venom, “and I’ll cut off those sticky little fingers of yours and gift them to your bitch.” His eyes flickered back toward you, watching as you collected the drinks from the bartender. “Then,” he smirked, “I’ll make her my bitch.”

Thanos let go with a shove, smoothing out his shirt like nothing had happened.

“She will love it,” he added, grinning.

Rage flared in Myung-Gi’s eyes, and he swung—wild, unthinking.

Thanos dodged effortlessly, chuckling, before driving his fist straight into Myung-Gi’s face.

You appeared then, setting the drinks on the bar top before crouching beside Myung-Gi, who was clutching his bleeding nose, groaning in pain.

“Oh my gosh, babe!” you gasped, eyes wide with concern as you gently touched his face.

Then your gaze snapped up to Thanos, and the softness vanished, replaced by a fiery glare.

“You asshole!” you spat.

Thanos only smirked, watching you with lazy amusement as he loomed over you, his presence overwhelming.

He reached out, fingers trailing along your jaw before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. “Mmm, fiery,” he mused, voice dripping with amusement. “I like that.”

Your scowl deepened, but he only leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper just for you.

“When you’re done playing house with this boy,” he murmured, lips barely an inch from your ear, “why don’t you come find me? Let me show you what it’s like to be really taken care of.” His fingers trailed lightly down your arm, deliberate, slow. “I’ll make you forget every other man that’s ever touched you.”

Your breath hitched for a fraction of a second—just enough for his smirk to deepen.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, shoving his chest as you turned back to Myung-Gi.

Thanos chuckled under his breath, watching you fuss over your boyfriend, knowing damn well he had just planted a seed in your mind—one that would be impossible to ignore.

The tension in the air was thick as you helped Myung-Gi up from the floor, his face contorted in pain. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration, but you forced it down. This wasn’t the time. Myung-Gi was your boyfriend, and that meant you needed to stay focused on him, despite the way Thanos’ words lingered in your mind.

You glanced back at Thanos, who stood across the room, watching you like he knew something you didn’t. His eyes were dark, calculating, but there was something else too—something that tugged at you in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“You alright?” you asked Myung-Gi softly, trying to calm his frayed nerves. You dabbed at his nose with a napkin, the sight of blood making you wince.

“Yeah, just a scratch,” Myung-Gi grumbled, clearly furious but trying to mask his vulnerability. His hand still shook slightly, though. “That guy’s got a fucking death wish.”

You didn’t respond. Myung-Gi was quick to forget about the threat, but you couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that had settled in your chest ever since Thanos spoke to you. You had never been one to entertain flirtation from men—let alone the kind of men who made your stomach twist—but there was something magnetic about the way that guy carried himself.

You hated that about yourself. Hated that you had even acknowledged the pull he had on you.

“Let’s go home,” Myung-Gi grunted, grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder, signaling the end of the night.

You nodded, offering a half-hearted smile. The night had gone downhill fast, and all you wanted now was to escape the buzzing of your thoughts. Myung-Gi wasn’t the easiest man to deal with when he was angry—especially when he had an audience.

The ride back was silent, the tension between you both palpable. Myung-Gi’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. You watched his profile, the way his jaw twitched with every passing minute. He hadn’t said a word since the club, and you weren’t sure what to do.

You hadn’t expected Thanos to show up the way he had, let alone provoke Myung-Gi like that. But what made it worse was how easy it had been for Thanos to get under your skin, how easily he’d distracted you.

“You know,” Myung-Gi broke the silence, his voice tight, “That asshole doesn’t know what he’s playing at.”

You didn’t answer at first, unsure of how to approach the conversation. You knew Myung-Gi well enough to know that when he was pissed off, trying to reason with him only made things worse.

“I don’t like the way he looked at you,” he added, his voice lowering. “You’re mine, got it?”

The possessiveness in his tone made your skin crawl. You didn’t respond, simply staring out the window, as if the city lights outside could distract you from the anger bubbling inside.

The next few days were a blur. You barely saw Myung-Gi outside of your shared apartment, and when you did, it was strained. His eyes kept darting toward his phone, as though waiting for the next notification to tell him everything was still okay, like everything was still under control.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about that moment at the club—the way he looked at you, how his words lingered in your mind. He was dangerous, you knew that. And yet, it felt like he was playing some kind of game, pulling at strings you didn’t even know were there.

[pinetree-tbb]

Thanks for the tag, okie dokie let’s do this

3 Ships I like: uff definitely Tech and Phee (my ship name for them is Tee xD), John and Martin from The Magnus Archives (they are just so sweet) and the third? hmmm… let’s go with Luz and Amity from The Owl House :D

First Ship ever: this is a hard one for me I dunno xD do real live people count too? If yes then the first ship was with two YouTubers I grew up with (who where also one of the first people who “introduced” me to YouTube) Bibi and Julian (they broke up tho)

Last Song I’ve heard: Youngee Wim (Bunky Donko) (the huttese version of Major Tom, I just kriffing love it, the person who made this deserves a prize!!)

Favorite Childhood Book: Warrior Cats, I read a lot of those got two seasons and a bunch of Special Adventures but haven’t yet read all of them xD I always kinda like to stay in the first season, the cover of the first book just gives me this feeling I can’t describe it. Fav book of it tho is the special adventure Yellowfang’s secret

Currently reading: Three books at the same time and a bunch of fanfics xD the books are Das Boot from Lothar-Günther Buchheim, Michael Crichton’s The Lost World and Thirteen Storeys by Jonathan Sims, the fanfics are about The Bad Batch a lot of fluff, hurt/comfort, angst from my friends and other writers :D

Currently Watching: I’m finishing Young Sheldon, now that I am finally able to watch the last season, and am also watching The Big Bang Theory, and watching here and there some Criminals Minds with my Meemaw

Currently Consuming: Toffifee. They take long to dissolve in the mouth so I can eat really long on one package

Currently Craving: my cat. i would like nothing more at the moment…

NPT: @squad-724 @fionas-frenzy @strrawberrywaffles @vrycurious @aurathebardwife

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TY for tagging @echo-coyote !!

3 Ships I like: TBH I’m not rly into shipping (aroace-spec) but I do specifically love seeing Bly/Aayla in my feed they just so cute!! I should draw them.

First Ship Ever: Never really had one to this day lol

Last Song You've Heard: Moon&Prince from the Katamari Damacy soundtrack

Favorite Childhood Book: I think the My Father’s Dragon books hold the most noistalgia for me 🥰 They’re still in my bookshelf.

Currently Reading: I'm finally reading Dark Disciple! And Walking Practice by Dolki Min. A Korean horror book about a shapeshifting alien who eats the people it matches with on tinder.

Currently Watching: Tim and Eric Super Awesome Show Great Job! and always running back through TBB and TCW casually. Thinking about starting Shogun soon tho? I also need to finish Rings of Power and Vox Machina. The Amazon ads are killing me tho.

Currently Consuming: Nothing I just woke up but will soon grab my water bottle.

Currently Craving: a chocolate croissant that is waiting for me in the kitchen 😳

NPT: @spicy-tomato-sauce @soularsss @collishere @stars-n-spice @noblelightfighter @electrikworm

(Apologies if ur already tagged I have been offline for a bit hehe)

[twin-wxngs]

Woah, these are really creative and interesting ships! Like in a very good way, ofc, I haven’t seen much on these.

Sooooo….

What’s your thoughts on the trio (Dogday x Simon x Allister), Catnap x Toullie and Poppy x Bunzo?

Dude. Thank you, first of all, for sending this and being genuinely curious. Second of all...

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE. YOU WILL HEAR ME YAP.

1. Poppy and Bunzo! Okay, so at first when I was thinking about them, I was thinking of them as something platonic right? You know the whole deal with kids shows and having an animal companion, namely Dora with Boots, her cousin Diego with that Baby Jaguar, etc. But the more I thought about it the more I took a look at them aaaaand...

Thoughts of Jessica and Roger Rabbit came into my head. All because Poppy and Jessica are redheads. But using that lovely romance as a base, made me think the reason they work together is that Poppy would constantly stress herself out in my opinion. Bunzo however would see this and do what he's known to do, and make her laugh.

He's probably the only one that can tone down her seriousness and help her calm herself because she's busy worrying. It'd be this fun loving prankster that'd teach her how to look at the bright side of things. He makes her laugh, as Jessica would say. But I think Poppy would say that too and genuinely care and appreciate him for it.

And in Bunzo's case he probably did take one look at her and had an awooga moment, but instead of needing to impress her, which probably weirded her out, she just plainly tells him when they do start as friends that he just needs to be himself. And well, I can see it working out.

2. Catnap and Touille! Two tropes: Cat and Rodent. And then.. Yapper and Listener. I blame this guy for making me like it! @smilingcrittersthingig

But more on that, I like to think the part of Touille's character is that he's street smart and knows obscure things the others don't know, hence he's Bubba counterpart in that department, as they're both exceedingly knowledgeable in their own way. But the problem with Touille, like Bubba, tends to go on for a bit too much, that he never gets to talk about the things he likes around them and refrains from it.

But I can see Catnap being not only patient with him, but one of the only people that would actively listen to his rambles because he's heard it from Bubba. Unlike Bubba though, it would be different from what Catnap is used to hearing because it's not something that's brought up every day, especially if it's about your not too typical, obscure thing that can be used in an unconventional way, but still works. Touille has a collection of junk that he treasures in that regard that he doesn't show anyone, but I think he'd show Catnap.

Though I like to also think they started as enemies since they're in different groups, with Touille being a bit scared and attracted to said cat at the same time. But I can see Catnap thinking it's cute that he's scared too. He's a mischievous cat after all, and they like to "play with their food". So while he does scare him from time to time, it's ultimately lighthearted and he loves his little rat boyfriend.

3. THE POLY. LISTEN, I love all three of them. It originally started as SunCross and I still love SunCross a LOT, thanks to this idiot. @smilingcrittersthingig

BUT I FIGURED I'd throw a curveball. The reason being is that of Dogday's nature in comparison to the two Nightmare Critters. My thought process for this is Simon's greedy and selfish nature, compared to Allister who's laid back and lazy. I feel like Dogday would unintentionally get them both attracted to him when he decides to help them both get through their bad habits.

What attracts them is the way he acts. He has to be a leader, but people mistake this as him only being nice, but that's not the case. He's firm, he's to the point, and has to look out for everyone in the Smiling Critters as the Everyman, meaning he acts more serious than friendly. He's respectful, not friendly, but has a big friendly side. That soft side of his that helps the two slowly improve is what attracts them to him. And on top of that, it's how they treat Dogday that really puts the poor doggo in a chokehold.

Simon would proudly take him wherever he wants to go, buy him whatever he wants, and make it clear to everyone that this is his boyfriend with no shame, showing his love through material appreciation, but still meaning every word he says along with it, because what's the point of money if the one thing you want isn't made of money? At that point, it's something to be used to make that person happy. Although Dogday says money isn't everything, Simon at least thinks money can be used for something.. and if it can be used to make Dogday his, then he will do it. And upon him seeing him using his money for someone else other than himself would really make him appreciate it..

Allister meanwhile had a problem with his lack of effort and motivation, but I like to think a date would be where he tries to put everything he can into it, even if it's not much. He doesn't like all the attention, would pick a location just for him and Dogday to be alone. He'd prepare everything with a little help from say Bobby and/or Rabie to see what he likes, and would even get him a gift. And even though it's not much, he tried. The effort is there, and the doggo would wholeheartedly appreciate it. Although he didn't do much, he's trying. Dogday sees that and ends up just blushing hard.

So when it comes to choosing between Simon and Allister, he hits them with the "I choose both" and lets him hear him out on it, explaining that he can't imagine his life without either of them, because the two also taught him how to be himself, take breaks and relax, and share the obscure things he likes and knows how to do that he didn't get to show with the Smiling Critters.

And overtime, his love of the two would rub off on them and see the merits in the others (opposites attract yay!), with the three becoming a polycule. As a friend did say..

Simon with his two trophy boyfriends, Allister with the two people that he thinks are way too good for him, and Dogday with the two people that he helped improve, but helped improve him too.

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chapter i. | into the hollow

Summary: Your long-awaited vacation is cut short when Bill Randa drags you into a classified expedition. Now, you’re stuck in a room full of military personnel, a photographer, and a quiet but observant tracker, James Conrad. As Randa and Houston Brooks explain their Hollow Earth theory, you start to realize—this mission is more than it seems, and Conrad knows it too. Pairing: James Conrad x Field Medic!Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Military themes, strong language, slow burn romance, suspense, mentions of injuries, canon-typical violence Author's Note: setting the stage for the expedition! this chapter introduces key players and builds up the tension before skull island, and it's a little short and i'm sorry! hope you enjoy nevertheless.

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The room is stuffy and thick with the scent of old paper, burnt coffee, and sweat. A single oscillating fan hums from the corner, doing little to push the heat around.

The walls are lined with maps, aerial photographs, and classified documents tacked to corkboards, the kind of place where bad ideas are made to sound reasonable. 

You pause in the doorway, eyes sweeping over the faces gathered inside. Your sweater sleeve covers your nose, shielding you from the foul stench wafting through the room. Fucking smells in here. 

It sucks, you think. All these soldiers (as well as Landsat), just like you, were ready to go home—finally take a break, see their kids, and enjoy some peace after the war with Vietnam. But instead, you’re being sent off again, dragged into a mission with a bunch of maniacs convinced they'll find something on an island that will probably get them all killed.

The projector turns on, and a man starts speaking: "Hello and welcome. I'm Landsat Field Supervisor Victor Nieves." He points to a blond man at the front: "This is my colleague Steve Woodward, our data wrangler."

He continues, "Our expedition takes us to a place every nautical trade route known to man has avoided for centuries. As for our satellites show that the island is surrounded by a perpetual storm system, allowing it to remain hidden from the outside world; but with Colonel Packard's helicopter transport, we will be the first to break through to the other side." 

"We're also pleased to be joined, for the first time, by the resource exploration team led by Mr. Randa and accompanied by biologist Miss San, geologist Mr. Brooks, and Field Medic," he says your name. Heads turn toward Bill, Houston, and the biologist, while you remain at the very back, mostly unnoticed—except for Conrad, who glances back at you.

"Our focus will be on the island's surface, theirs, what lies beneath." He turns his head towards Houston, "Mr. Brooks," signaling for him to go to the front. 

"Simple really, we'll use explosives to shake the earth and create vibrations, helping us map the subsurface of the island." The projector switches to the bombing plan. "We'll fly in over the south shore and strategically drop seismic charges to better understand the earth's density."  

"You're dropping bombs?" Conrad’s British accent cuts through the room.  

Houston nods awkwardly. "...Eh, scientific instruments."  

A soldier chuckles. "You hear that, boys? We're scientists now!" Laughter follows.  

Woodward, a.k.a blond man grunts. "You guys are not scientists."  

"We'll land and set up base camp for ground excursions led by Captain Conrad." Conrad gives a slight nod. The speaker scans the room before calling out, "Major Jack Chapman."  

A tall, broad-shouldered man in a crisp military uniform steps forward, his presence commanding attention. His thick Southern drawl carries through the room as he begins speaking.

"Once on the island, the storm’s interference will cut radio contact with the ship. We’ll be on our own." The projector clicks again.  

"Three days later, the refueling team meets us here." Chapman points to the north end of the island. "That may be our only safe departure window."  

"So, tip for everybody—don’t miss it. Please."  

The supervisor wraps it up. "Alright, back to your places. We fly in the morning. Good luck."  

You’re the first out, escaping the awful-smelling room and into the cold, salty air. The meeting was exactly what you expected—reckless plans wrapped in scientific excuses. Pulling your sweater tighter, you descend the metal stairs, boots clanking against steel. 

"Goddamn suicide mission. Why am I in this? Why, dear Lord, why?" you whisper to yourself. 

You flip through the file Randa gave you again, hoping for some kind of reassurance. The words blur together, refusing to sink in no matter how many times you read them. Everything happened too fast—too sudden for the gravity of it all to truly settle.  

Just yesterday, you had stormed into Randa’s office, furious at him for going back to the senator. And somehow, Senate Willis agreed to this insanity. Jesus Christ. Probably worried about competition, afraid the Soviets would find something first. But still—goddamn.

The ship sways gently beneath you, the deep hum of the engine vibrating through the deck. Around you, soldiers linger in small groups, their laughter and conversation blending with the distant crash of waves.

You weave through narrow corridors, the dim overhead lights flickering slightly with each shift of the vessel.

Eventually, you find your way down to a storage unit, stacked high with crates stamped with military insignias and Landsat labels. Equipment—cameras, geological tools, radios—piles upon piles of supplies meant for an expedition that feels more like an invasion. 

As you scan the room, a faint shimmer of light catches your eye from the far corner. Curious, you step closer.  

Conrad stands near a stack of crates, the small flicker of a lighter illuminating his face in the dimly lit storage bay. Shadows dance across the sharp angles of his jaw as he reads the labels, his expression unreadable. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns, brows furrowed.  

"What are you doing down here?" he asks, his voice low, steady.  

You lean against a crate, arms crossed. "I could ask you the same thing." The air smells of wood, metal, and a faint trace of oil. 

Glancing at the boxes, you feign casual curiosity. "Why does a geological mapping mission need explosives?"  

He tilts his head slightly, watching you. "You weren’t listening in class. Seismic charges for the geological survey."  

You walk past him, fingers trailing over the rough wooden crates, scanning the stenciled labels. Landsat Equipment. Seismic Survey. Your lips press together. "Uh-huh. You believe that?"  

"I didn’t say that," he replies simply.  

Biting the inside of your cheek, you shift gears. "Have you met Colonel Packard yet?"  

Conrad nods. "Yeah."  

You scoff. "The guy's wound pretty tight."  

Conrad shrugs, flicking his lighter open and shut. "Well, the man's a decorated war hero. That’s the package they come in." His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he asks, "And you? Isn’t one field medic on a jungle mission a step down for medical?"  

You narrow your eyes. "I didn’t choose to be here," you say, tone edged. Then, arching a brow, you add, "Are you doubting my credibility? Safe to say, I think I’m a damn good medic."  

He smirks faintly. "And being here doubles the small pay you have."  

You huff a quiet laugh. "Huh. Okay, Captain Conrad, what about you?" You tilt your head, challenging. "How did British Special Forces get roped into this?"  

"Just Conrad," he corrects. "I’m decommissioned."  

"Mhm."  

"They offered me money," he says as if that explains everything.  

"Ah, right. Just like the small pay you mentioned earlier." You mimic his words with a smirk, catching the slight flicker of amusement in his expression. "You don’t strike me as a mercenary."  

He meets your gaze, unreadable. "And you don’t strike me as someone who’s seen war."  

You hold his stare. "Government field medic," you clarify. "I don’t do war."  

The ship creaks, metal shifting with the waves. For a moment, silence stretches between you, something unspoken settling in the air. Then, a sharp click—a sudden flash blinds you.  

"Sorry, documentation," a voice chimes. You blink, turning to see Mason—Weaver, or whatever her name is—grinning slyly, camera in hand. "Also, both of you are being called."  

You clear your throat, glancing at Conrad before nodding toward the stairs. "You coming?"  

He hesitates, flicking his lighter one last time before pocketing it. His gaze lingers on the crates as if considering something. Then, with a small nod, he exhales.  

"Yeah."

You and Conrad barely make it a few steps toward the stairs before the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the storage bay. The dim overhead lights flicker as the ship sways, casting long shadows over the crates.

Turning your head, you spot Bill Randa, Houston Brooks, and San Lin making their way toward you. Randa looks as intense as ever, his gaze sharp behind those thick glasses, while Houston appears more at ease, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

San Lin moves with quiet curiosity, eyes scanning the stacks of equipment.  

“There you are,” Randa says, adjusting his glasses. His voice carries that same urgency he’s had since the beginning of this mission. “We were looking for you both.”  

Conrad tucks his hands into his pockets, glancing briefly at you before replying. “Didn’t realize we had a curfew.”  

Houston chuckles under his breath as he steps past, running a hand over one of the crates. “Impressive setup, huh? Landsat really went all in.” He tilts his head at one of the labels.

Geological Survey Equipment. Seismic Imaging.

“This stuff could map the entire island in incredible detail… or, you know, do a hell of a lot more than that.”  

San Lin examines a set of carefully sealed containers, each marked with biohazard symbols and research tags. “I assume you two weren’t just down here sightseeing?” she asks, her voice calm but pointed.  

“Sightseeing’s not really my thing,” you reply, crossing your arms.  

Randa exhales, clearly uninterested in small talk. “The mission briefing is over, and I need you both focused. There’s a lot you don’t understand yet.” He turns toward the crates, pressing a palm against one as if grounding himself.

“Everything we need to confirm our theory is right here.”  

You exchange a glance with Conrad, who looks just as unconvinced as you feel. “Right,” you say, voice dry. “A theory.”  

Houston gestures toward a nearby set of steel doors at the back of the bay. “Come on, since you’re down here, might as well take a look at the other storage areas.”  

Reluctantly, you follow as he pushes the doors open, revealing another section of the ship lined with rows of metal shelves and stacked crates. Inside, floodlights hum overhead, casting a harsh white glow over the neatly organized equipment.

Maps and geological charts are pinned to a board near the entrance, displaying rough sketches of Skull Island’s terrain. A few scientists are inside, cataloging supplies—mostly radios, first aid kits, and survival gear.  

Near the back, a weapons locker sits against the wall, its steel doors secured with heavy-duty locks.

Inside the mesh barrier, you can make out the unmistakable shapes of rifles, handguns, and stacks of ammunition. Next to it, another container is marked with a bold red symbol—explosives.  

You glance at Conrad, who doesn’t seem surprised.  

“Seismic charges, huh?” you murmur, voice laced with skepticism.  

Randa ignores you, stepping further inside as if absorbing the weight of everything stored here. “We are on the brink of discovery,” he says, more to himself than anyone else.  

Houston, ever the optimist, claps a hand against one of the crates. “Let’s just hope we live long enough to see it.”  

You shiver slightly as a draft creeps in from somewhere, the cold steel walls doing little to keep out the ocean’s chill. Folding your arms, you take a slow step back toward the door.  

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s hope.”

The spare bedroom is small, barely enough space for the two cots squeezed into opposite corners. A single overhead light flickers, casting a dim yellowish glow over the metal walls. You drop your bag onto the cot closest to the wall, exhaling as you finally sit down. The air smells faintly of salt and oil, but at least it’s better than that god-awful meeting room.

Mason sets her camera bag down by her bed, stretching her arms with a tired sigh. “So,” she starts, glancing at you with a knowing smirk, “what were you and Conrad doing down there?”

You huff a quiet laugh, kicking off your boots. “Sightseeing.”

She raises a brow. “Right. Sightseeing in a dark cargo hold full of explosives and classified equipment?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one with a lighter and a suspicious amount of curiosity,” you say, leaning back against the wall. “Conrad was already there when I showed up.”

Mason hums, clearly unconvinced but amused. “Mm-hmm. You two seemed cozy.”

You scoff. “If by ‘cozy’ you mean questioning the sanity of this mission, then yeah, sure.”

“Seriously, though,” she says, shifting to face you. “What do you think’s really going on with this mission?”

You exhale, staring at the ceiling. “Nothing good. Randa’s desperate, Packard’s got that war-hungry look in his eye, and those ‘seismic charges’ aren’t fooling anyone.”

Mason nods. “Yeah. Feels off.” She fiddles with her camera. “But at least we’ve got front-row seats.”

You watch her adjust the lens, her fingers moving with practiced ease. “You believe in all that—exposing the truth, showing people what they don’t want to see?”

She shrugs. “Someone has to.”

You smirk. “Lucky us.”

A pause lingers between you before you smirk. “Alright, journalist. If we live through this, first round’s on you.”

Mason laughs. “Deal.”

The ship groans as another wave rolls beneath it, but for the first time tonight, the tension in your chest eases just a little.

funny how she said she doesn't do sightseeing then says she does to mason.. kinda weird, anyway that was chapter one! i used most of the script from the movie itself to actually feel like you're in it. hope you enjoyed, lots of love from me! (sorry if it was too short, the chapters will be much more longer later on!)

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

[queseresere]

It is funniest if Martyn objects to the marriage and still ends up here the next morning.

[earthfluuke]

Fuck with Pennhung? NaiWhite is coming for you. HOME SCHOOL (2023)

[incorrectpokechampionquotes]

Wallace: Hi, sorry I'm late! I was doing some chores and got distracted.

Steven: I'm "some chores".

Winona: And I'm "got distracted".

[saintclementinearts]

I’m certain someone has already done this but. It’s necessary.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Starting 2025 off with some cutesie ourthur doodles like god intended

[rebelsafoot]

this trend Also could have worked for foreman, cameron and chase

[phonification]

nickel ii i need to kill you part 3 i think

[infizero-draws]

naming myself official ceo of lizzidarity (name i came up with). anyone else here insane after their interactions in the finale or is it just me

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU, since Zuko is looking after Lu Ten II, what happened to Ursa?

Zuko is slightly older in the Spitfire AU. He was banished at fifteen, his head a little clearer and denial a little weaker than in canon. After his first look through the Air Temples, Zuko decides that if he can't find a myth, he might as well search for the next best thing.

Finding Ursa isn't easy, but in time he makes it to a secluded house in a near-forgotten part of the world. His mom is there, older and stronger and alive.

But she isn't alone.

And Zuko, as it turns out, didn't keep the best company during his search.

When Ursa is discovered and her secrets are laid bare for assassins (for Ozai) to find, she begs Zuko to take his little brother and run. She'll do anything it takes to protect her children, even if that means leaving them behind to keep a target off their back. Ursa diverts attention from them and allows Lu Ten's ancestry to be kept a secret. She orders Zuko not to follow her again, and disappears.

Zuko is left with a little three-year-old brother to raise and a mother he cannot hold onto.

[renonv]

Pov: you are Francis stuck on a long carriage ride with your freak friends (good for them)

[incorrect-upon-a-witchlight]

Frost: if you’re going to date me you have to be comfortable with casual silence because I never fucking talk

Torbek: Torbek swings wildly between never shutting the hell up and turning into a stump

Gricko: I’ll sometimes make a random ass noise for no reasoning at all.