#mutineer outfit

[carnivoured]

[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

Helluva Boss: Helluva Shorts 3:

Transcript of Emberlynn Pinkle's fanfiction, for fellows of discerning tastes:

The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

"I won't let you have her," my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. "You took my wife from me, Satan. Never again! Emberlynn Light'ness Demoanya Pinkle is mine."

Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin, which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit (Satan's concubines are forced to wear lace bras, leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner, and a smoky eyeshadow look. Also black lipstick. Also I was wearing fishnets.)

"You dare defy me?" Satan roared, his hulking body towering above us. "Hand over the sexual sacrifice so I may have my way with her."

"No!" I cried, throwing my arms around my demon lover. "Please don't let him ravish me over and over! My body belongs to you!"

"She's mine to ravish over and over!" my demon declared, holding me close.

[text repeats]

Watch the short here on Vivziepop's YouTube:

And if you hate tumblr, I've crossposted the transcript over to my twitter.

[eqt-95]

A double whammy? I hope you don't mind, but I think you're up to it... ❤️💜

Lena was a woman of science, and anyone in that industry could tell you that external factors could interrupt normal behavior. Like heat. 

It was summertime, and Lena did not do well in the heat. Her skin would burn, she’d melt with discomfort, and her brain would get muggier than the humidity. Sure, National City's heat was contributing, but it was nothing on the exposed arms and glimpses of midriff and polished abs her very best friend’s outfit had on display. 

Lena stood with her popsicle melting under the summer sun and pretended not to stare like she was the thirstiest lesbian on the planet. Meanwhile, Kara debated between the keylime or the berry cream popsicle from the very patient vendor with Ruby and Esme weighing their own very serious choices.

“Careful, someone might catch you gawking,” Sam grinned, taking a swipe across her own raspberry-lemonade treat.

“I’m not gawking. I was… just…”

“Admiring? Observing? Panting?” Sam offered.

“What’d you get?” she continued, not waiting for Lena’s reply before crunching into the strawberry basil popsicle in Lena’s hand.

“Hey!” was her lame, muggy-brained response. A pout came next as she looked at the Sam-shaped teeth marks in her popsicle.

“Yum,” Sam mocked, chomping down on the icy treat and shooting Lena a mischievous smirk and an antagonistic wag of her own, unmarred popsicle. 

Lena would blame it on her sufficiently over-baked patience later, but for the moment, a surge of irrational competitiveness overpowered normal social behavior which was why, without warning, her hand extended to grip Sam’s forearm and her mouth plunged downward, wrapping her lips fully around Sam’s popsicle and slurping upward.

Revenge was achieved. The world was balanced.  Sam looked mutinous. Lena grinned, wiping a small dribble from her chin. Esme giggled from the popsicle cart. Then: “Aunt Kara is eating wood!”

Lena turned her attention to the trio. Ruby was smiling ludicrously while happily licking away at her orange treat. Esme had her little hands clutched around a purple one laughing with unhinged delight. And then there was Kara. Kara who was negotiating three and a half popsicles. Half because Kara’s mouth was clearly full. And chewing. And crunching - gnawing. And looking red faced. And uncomfortable. And like she might take flight any second.

“Kara?” Lena managed, ignoring the suggestive elbow from Sam. “Are you… are you eating the stick?”

Kara immediately shook her head; eyes watering, shifting awkwardly. Then, slowly, nodded when Lena’s brow arched in suspicion.

“You know you’re not supposed to do that, right?” Ruby inserted, casually twirling her own.

And Kara simply nodded again.

—

Lena was a woman of science, and anyone in that industry could tell you about how any hypothesis was established through extensive observation.

It was through regular observation that Lena knew all of Kara’s quirks and habits. It was why Lena was quick to notice a new habit appear. Kara squirmed. She squirmed and blushed and stammered more often than usual. 

So Lena pushed the limits, checking in when Kara’s new traits showed up and, perhaps Lena was putting a little bit too much hope into it, but there seemed to be a correlation with, well, Lena.

But she needed more data. She was a woman of science after all, and anyone in that industry could tell you about the months and years it took to observe, test, and bring to market a new product.

That was where a range of experiments came in: 

Experiment no. 1: Weekly Brunch

Constant: location (Noonan’s), time, day, and table

Variable: Lena wore a low cut dress

Results: Kara dripped egg yolk onto her pants, syrup onto the table, and dribbled orange juice down her chin and onto her shirt

Experiment no. 2: Compromising Situation #1, the elevator

Constant: location (L-Corp private lift), floor change

Variable: an IT cart was ‘accidentally’ parked in the cab, taking up 95% of the space and requiring Lena to press into Kara for the full 63-floor ride

Results: Kara’s work laptop screen was crushed between her fingers

Experiment no. 3: Game night

Constant: location (Alex + Kelly’s), time, day, company, food

Variable: wine; more specifically, wine location: top shelf, hard to reach without a little black ink revealed on Lena’s back.

Results: Alex called Kara out for floating

Experiment no. 4: Compromising Situation #2, Al’s

Constant: location (Al’s), time, day, and company

Variable: their usual table was ‘missing’ one chair, leaving a musical chair situation until Lena simply sat in Kara’s lap

Results: Kara didn’t speak the entire night

Experiment no. 5: Movie night

Constant: location (Lena’s apartment), time, day, company

Variable: chocolate covered strawberries

Results: invalid

Note: experiment considered an outlier and to be noted in future studies. Before Lena could follow through with her protocol, Kara lifted a strawberry to Lena’s lips who, taken aback, bit into the strawberry. Kara replied ‘good girl’, popped the rest into her own mouth, and Lena didn’t speak for the rest of the night

Experiment no. 6: Lunch date

Constant: location (L-Corp), food, time, company

Variable: Lena ordered the greasiest double-patty available

Results: 

The experiment wasn’t going well, and even Lena Luthor’s patience had a limit for inconsistent data. That data was currently slurping her straw through the final dredges of an extra large milkshake from Big Belly Burger. That limit was when Kara Danvers stopped squirming and blushing and stuttering over Lena’s sultry, albeit ineffective, attempts at making a juicy burger look sexy.

The limit was crossed when, unaware of Lena’s greasy chin and flexing fingers and soft moan, Kara went and flipped the tables by turning Lena's anatomy into goop. How? It started when Kara dragged a finger over the cup’s inner wall and licked it clean with a demeanor that was making a different sort of mess. 

Another set of underwear ruined by a Kryptonian. And not even in the way Lena dreamed it.

It was when Kara reached a second finger into the cup that Lena’s patience let out a small whimper which years of practice covered up with a tiny cough.

“Darling,” she choked, throat tighter than the forgotten straw on the coffee table. She stretched her lips into a smile and crossed her legs. Always crossed her legs.

“Hm?” Kara asked, two vanilla-covered fingers deep inside her mouth, tongue swirling with the practice of

“I think you've sufficiently polished your milkshake.”

And Kara, blessed Kara, stared longingly at the empty cup like a puppy who'd just been abandoned on a farm. 

And Lena, cursed Lena, only then noticed the dribbles of milkshake left behind of Kara's lips and chin and now her tongue was-

“Right,” Lena said with a finality that included slapping her hands on her thighs, exhaling shakily, and standing with hopes that Kara couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary on her walk back to a desk of libido-killing work. 

“Hey Lena?” Kara asked, and when Lena turned around, Kara was standing. Close. Like, directly-in-front-of-her close. Like, Lena-could-have-wavered-an-inch-and-collided-with-her close. 

“K-Kara, what-?” she asked before taking a step back and pressing into her desk.

“You’ve got a little something-” Kara began, staring intently at Lena’s mouth.

“I-I do? Where-” Lena stammered. She lifted a hand to wipe at her mouth, only to feel it captured by a strong, warm, steady Kryptonian hand. 

“I got it,” Kara offered instead, and before Lena could process air or space or time, Kara’s lips were on hers. They were on hers and sending shockwaves of surprise and confusion and arousal and - to hell with thinking. Instinct won out, and she returned the kiss, letting out the soft whimper she’d always concealed and leaned into the softness of Kara’s lips, and gave access when her tongue trailed along Lena’s lower lip.

“I don’t think you can call these outliers anymore,” Kara smirked minutes later.

And Lena, too breathless and stunned to play calm, cool, and collected, absolutely folded: “How did you-?”

“Sam,” Kara said simply before interrupting Lena’s outrage with another kiss.

“Well, you know what they say,” Lena offered, still breathless but less stunned, “twice is just a coincidence.”

“Care to make it a pattern then?”

“Absolutely.”

Lena was a woman of science, after all.

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Part 4 of the D&D art/story summary!

After yesterday's castle conquering, everyone got up and got ready to head back to the town to reconnect with the rest of the party.

While we were getting ready, our bard, Courrier, pointed out Loa's total lack of clothing, which she did not quite understand, and that Lloyd did not notice until it was pointed out.

There was also a running gag of our DM not appreciating how often we'd split the party. Left to right: Dolmir the dwarf cleric, Lloyd the human fighter, Courrier the human bard, and Zzrez the goblin rouge.

Loa the minotaur left the party to head back to her home to spread word of her deeds, while we went back to Phandalin, the mining town. It was still in a bit of a rough state after the siege a few days prior, but held well. We reconnected with the other half of our party and had some fun with the dragon hatchlings.

Once we were together, we all set out to our final objective. One tricky part was that we recruited a doppelganger from earlier to assist us, and he took the form of our agent member--Sildar, so we had to sneak Sildar out so no one would notice the clone.

The way that Rebecca and Sildar decided to smuggle him out was a very interesting approach.

A harness under her outfit, the perfect cover. It's cover was foiled when we heard odd noises coming from her, and Zzrez found a loose strap and tugged on it, causing our hidden agent to become known.

After some journeying out of the town, we found the mystical cave we had been searching for the whole campaign. Inside we faced an assortment of creatures and beings, along with being magically antagonized from afar by a beholder deep in the cave.

It was an ordeal.

After we made progress in the cave, we doubled back to rest up. When we came back, there was a large sea of unusual goop blocking our way back in. However, back at the castle we raided to save our boss, our goblin rouge picked up (what we thought was a bag of holding, but was actually a Bag of Devouring!) and used it to clear the way, much to the surprise of the party members that did not know of its existence in her possession.

We resumed our descent into the cave and met up with a band of minotaurs led by Lloyd's lover, Loa, who were there on a mission to kill the person responsible for the problems we had been facing.

We found them in the middle of a fight against some flaming, flying skulls.

It was a good fight, and Rebecca, who Lloyd failed to notify properly about his minotaur girlfriend (Loa), was surprised to meet her and her gang. The confusion was quickly resolved, however!

Once everything was cleared up, we continued forward together and made our way to the source of the magical horrors of the cave--a beholder. On the way, a subordinate to Loa questioned her leadership and charged ahead, taking with them two other minotaurs and leaving her with us.

The fight against the beholder was a difficult one, but we came out on top. The other minotaurs, through bard trickery and high aggro, fought each other, with the pale-minotaur (the guy going against Loa) being defeated by her and sent into the fires of the magical forge we were at.

Dolmir also considered the plan of throwing a bag of poisonous mushrooms into the mouth of the beholder, but was unable to since it quickly fell to the assault of multiple minotaurs and our whole party. He also took an axe to the shoulder from the mutinous minotaur, and our bard and goblin shared a moment.

After the fight, Lloyd and Dolmir got an armor upgrade.

[rip-quizilla]

There Will Be No Tenderness (Band Politics)

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 8: Band Politics

A/N: This is a two-part story. Both parts can be read as one-shots, but together they create one complete narrative. Part 2 will be posted for Day 12: Ow! and while this post does not contain any mature content, part 2 will be a strictly 18+ smutty story.

WC: 985

Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, backup singer!Reader, female!Reader, enemies to lovers, bratty reader, arguing counts as foreplay, strong language

Summary: You've been stepping on Eddie's toes ever since you joined Corroded Coffin, and he's finally had enough.

Divider was created by @strangergraphics

Eddie wouldn’t call you an enemy. 

He might call you an adversary. A rival. He’d most certainly call you a pain in his ass. 

He told himself he had the power to kick you to the curb if he finally decided he’d had enough. All it would take was one ‘you’re out!’ from him, and you’d be gone. That’s what he had to tell himself. 

Because he knew the rest of the band loved you too much to let him simply kick you out without consulting them first. 

He hated it. Hated how quickly you’d gotten on their good sides.  

His word used to be law around here- the most argumentative band member had always been Gareth. At the most, he’d grumble a bit when Eddie disagreed with him but he’d never contradict him. 

Then you came along.

When Eddie had mentioned to Dustin that they were looking for someone to do some backup vocals on a track, he’d laughed when the twerp suggested his older sister since she “had a background in musical theater”. He’d still been laughing when you showed up to one of their practices asking them to give you a shot. The laughter had only stopped when you’d suggested they play Flash of the Blade, and you’d known every word. Hit every note. Given him fucking goosebumps. 

It wouldn’t have been so bad if you’d assimilated into the band’s culture without any discord. If you’d been just as agreeable as the rest- but you had a lot of opinions, and they always seemed to contradict Eddie’s.

“We were a little flat on the second verse,” he would say, to which you would reply, “I thought we were perfect!”

“You came in too early on the chorus.” he would tell you, and you would bite back, “I was on time, you were late.”

Then you’d had the gall to suggest staying in the band as a permanent member- in front of the entire band- without consulting him first. 

The guys had all been so happy to agree- fuck yes! They’d exclaimed. About time! They’d cheered. Nobody asked Eddie if he thought it was a good idea. Which he didn’t. 

You were too argumentative. Too quick to disagree with him even though this was his fucking band. You were insubordinate. Fucking mutinous. 

The last straw was that gig in Bloomington. 

The band had been asked to play a college party. Eddie hadn’t established any kind of uniform for the performance- he wasn’t a drill sergeant. He’d simply told the band to dress casual.

And then you had shown up in an outfit that was so slutty, it looked like it jumped out of a porno. 

A black skirt made of pleated black pleather, just long enough to skim the bottom of your ass. A tiny black baby tee that was so ripped, he could see the black lacy bra you wore underneath. Black combat boots with platform heels. Lipstick red as fresh blood. 

“Absolutely not.” Eddie had declared, turning his back on you within seconds of laying eyes on your ensemble. 

“What do you mean?” you scoffed, incredulously. Already arguing, Eddie noted. Not surprised. 

“I’m wearing exactly what you told us to wear!”

“I’d hardly call that casual.” he countered.

“This is my casual.”

“Yeah, for casual Fridays at the brothel you look like you came from!” 

“Haven’t you heard the phrase sex sells? Eddie, rockstars put girls in bikinis onstage all the time, why is this any different?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. Of course you didn’t get it. “If we resort to selling sex, it’s like we’re openly admitting that we think our music isn’t good! It’s saying that we don’t think our music is worth paying attention to, so hey! Let’s put some tits and ass up on the stage, that’ll get people’s attention!”

“Oh, and I’m the tits and ass?’

“You said it, sweetheart, not me.”

“Fuck you!” you spat. 

“Yeah, right back atcha.”

He half expected you to walk away, but he should have known better by now. 

“Why don’t you like me?” you asked, blunt and demanding as you took a step closer to him. 

Eddie blanched. “I like you just fine.”

“Bullshit.”

“God, you always have to argue, huh?”

You scoffed. “I do when you’re wrong. Or lying to me, which you’re doing right now because you most definitely do not like me.” 

“God, you’re infuriating.” Eddie raked his fingers through his hair, searching for somewhere more private to hash this out before you caused a scene in the middle of this party house. Spying a nearby bathroom, he grabbed your wrist and hauled you to it before closing the door and locking it behind him. 

“Fine. You wanna hear it?” Eddie seethed. “No, I don’t like you. You’ve never agreed with me, not once. You always have something to say, and-”

“Are you saying I’m not entitled to an opin- mmph!”

Eddie silenced you with a hand to your mouth, launching your eyes from angry slits to saucers. 

“No. For once in your goddamn life, you’re going to listen to me without arguing.”

You made no motion to move him off you. You simply watched him, eyes wide and waiting. 

“Everyone likes you. They used to listen to me, but now they also listen to you. That would be fine with me if you would just fucking agree with me once in a while. Don’t just oppose me outright every time.”

Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth. You were silent, eyes still wide as they followed his hand when it left your skin. Your breathing was heavy, cheeks heated and body language shifted- where there was usually brash confidence, Eddie now saw coy submission. 

This would have seemed out of place, but the look in your eye told Eddie all he needed to know.

“You… liked that… didn’t you?”

Read the sequel, Love Me Mercilessly (Day 12: Ow!)

[sopphic27]

Emberlynn's fanfiction, transcribed:

The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

"I won't let you have her," my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. "You took my wife from me, Satan. Never again! Emberlynn Light'ness Demoanya Pinkle is mine."

Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin, which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit (Satan's concubines are forced to wear lace bras, leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner, and a smokey eyeshadow look. Also black lipstick. Also I was wearing fishnets.)

"You dare defy me?" Satan roared, his hulking body towering over us. "Hand over the sexual sacrifice so I may have my way with her."

"No!" I cried, throwing my arms around my demon lover. "Please don't let him ravish me over and over! My body belongs to you!"

"She's mine to ravish over and over!" my demon declared, holding me close.

It then seems to repeat as the document scrolls by rapidly. Anyway, I think I love Emberlynn. She's cringe, but she's free. And now she's dead. Rest in peace queen 😔🪦 go find a hot demon daddy, there are a lot of them in Hell.

Maybe not Blitz tho. Just. It's a little too messy.

[speakofthedebbie]

i am cringe and not free so everything i was able to see from emberlynn's self-insert/blitzø fic

The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell. "I won't let you have her," my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. "You took my wife from me, Satan. Never again! Emberlynn Light'ness Demoanya Pinkle is mine." Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin, which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit (Satan's concubines are forced to wear lace bras, leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner, and a smokey eyeshadow look. Also black lipsticks. Also I was wearing fishnets.) "You dare defy me?" Satan roared, his hulking body towering above us. "Hand over the sexual sacrifice so I may have my way with her." "No!" I cried, throwing my arms around my demon lover. "Please don't let him ravish me over and over! My body belongs to you!" "She's mine to ravish over and over!" my demon declared, holding me close.

aaand after that it just duplicates

someone said its just my immortal but i havent actually read it i just know about it through the internet hivemind /j

[bunny-is-cute]

The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before

Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even ho

Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

"I won't let you have her," my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. "You took my wife from me, Satan.

Never again! Emberlynn Light'ness Demoanya Pinkle

Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them He was so olose that I could feel his hot breath on my skin,

which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit (Satan's concubines are forced to wear lace bras. leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner, and a smokey eyeshadow look. Also black lipstick. Also I was wearing fishnets).

[leadandblood]

For the ideas to draw: maybe Armitage? In his mutineer little outfit

🥰

[blackjackkent]

Epilogue time! The narrator sets the stage:

Narrator: When the invitation came, you were hip-deep in lemure slime, swarmed by hellwasps, and about to drive the killing blow on a magma claw. Cutting through the dreadful buzz of the wasps and the screamed of the damned, a familiar comforting voice echoed in your mind - Withers.

Narrator: He requested your attendance in Faerun, to gather with your friends and allies, those who stood against the Absolute at your side.

A couple things:

a) Six months has definitely given them time to settle into their new life as Avernus's mutineers, and it seems like they're doing pretty well! No one's lost any limbs or anything so that's nice.

b) That sure is an outfit you're wearing, Hector, lololol. I guess the monk robes didn't work so well in Avernus after a while. Karlach however looks fantastic.

c) Hector and Wyll have definitely become much closer friends during this whole thing and I think Hector probably considers him more like a brother by now. I do also really hope Wyll hasn't just been third-wheeling it this whole time; I think if I do write a fic about their post-game adventures I will set him up with some nice rebellious devil they end up allying with or something. (Potential for interesting angst there with his history with Mizora perhaps? :D )

d) I am standing by the fact that Hector is quite content with their new life. He already knew he was never going to be able to go back to the monastery and live quietly again, so being able to keep fighting at Karlach's side against the forces of evil is basically the best possible outcome for him. I like to think, too, that it's not ALL combat forever; they find some hideout that they're able to make at least reasonably homey and have some happy times too. That being said - he's very excited to see his friends again.

e) We'll have to see how the epilogue dialogues here play out but I kind of want to say this isn't the first time he's seen them (or at least communicated with them) since the brain battle. Perhaps Hector keeps leveling cleric during the fights in the Hells and tosses another four levels in at which point he gets access to Sending.

Anyway, HI EVERYONE! HI WITHERS!

"Thou wert called here. Some from above, some below. For with thine bond, together thou hast kept the Wheel of Fate spinning, when it threatened to halt. Though thou wert drawn far apart in the months after the collapse of the Absolute, tonight Fate renews thy bond once more. Thou shouldst take care to preserve it; it is a great weapon wielded in the hand of good. Go, know one another once more."

Ahhhhh, it's our old camp from the first map way back at the beginning! <3

Let's get to chatting!

[atopfourthwall]

Has there been anything that modern Trek (let's say the 2009 film onwards to be generous) has done that's made you go "That's really good. I'm really glad that this is now part of Star Trek lore."?

I enjoyed a lot of the future history we learned about in Discovery season 3. While the explanation for the Burn is incredibly dumb, how it affected interstellar politics was fascinating, especially learning about how the Temporal Cold War in Enterprise is now just full-blown known as the Temporal Wars and some factions even tried to use the Guardian of Forever as a weapon during it. I actually thought given how often they were bringing it up that the Temporal Wars were going to be the explanation for the Burn - some last-ditch Hail Mary pass for a faction or the like. I also liked the Mirror Universe stuff in Discovery, which I think ironically a lot of people disliked. While not fond of Empress Georgiou sticking around after the arc, Lorca's backstory and reveal was great and I loved their version of the Terran Empire. Mirror, Mirror depicted the Terran Empire as... kind of pirates - the looser uniforms, the mutinous behavior to acquire power, etc. Enterprise had done some more actually fascistic stuff with that in "In A Mirror Darkly," but the Terran Empire in Discovery LOOKS like a properly evil empire - the gold and black uniforms were MUCH better (and consequently served as the inspiration for Mirror Linkara's outfit in the 10th anniversary episode). It's not surprising that in the wake of those events the Emprie would descend a little bit into the state we saw in Mirror, Mirror - showed how fragile the whole thing was and how Spock's reforms would lead to their downfall. SHIPS! While I hate all the retcons to old ship designs (I will forever hate you unnecessary holes in the pylons of Constitution Class ships), Discovery and Picard brought about a TON of new ship classes or updates to old ones and we were due for some new designs. Although the few future ship designs in season 3+ of Discovery I've seen leave something to be desired. Detached nacelles are dumb and will always be dumb.

[carnivoured]

dumb

[chaotic-goodsir]

Ooh Hickey for the ask meme 👀

Thank you! As requested here are my thoughts on the rat man :)

Favourite thing about them:

The way his actions disrupt everything the expedition stands for - the whole idea of 'civilisation' and 'bringing order' through colonialism. If the Tuunbaq represents the unfamiliar outside world that the colonizers don't understand then Hickey represents the threats from within that they know all too well but don't want to admit to - the fact they're far from as 'civilised' as the propaganda they're used to suggests.

Least favourite thing about them:

Everything he put Goodsir through :(

Favourite line:

'Bugger Victoria, we’re here!

Bugger, Nelson, bugger Jesus

Bugger Joseph and Mary

Bugger the archbishop of Canterbury

None ever wanted nothing from me!'

broTP:

Hickey and Tozer, the brains and brawn of the mutineers. 

OTP:

Hickey/Gibson, but I think Hickeysir is also intriguing. They're such perfect foils to each other that if it weren't for GoodSilna (which I love) I think more people would probably ship them. Also Hickey/Irving has potential. 

NoTP: 

I'm not sure if Hickey and Crozier is even a pairing but no thank you.

Random headcanon:

Hickey definitely has a thing for the fact Goodsir sees right through him. I feel like this is almost canon based on the 'does that really work with anyone, Mr Hickey' scene.

Unpopular opinion:

I'm sorry Hickey fans but this man does not deserve that trip to O'ahu.

Song that reminds you of them:

Get Famous by the Mountain Goats

Favourite picture of them: 

I don't have a screenshot but the carnivale outfit. He really said tonight I'm gonna dress like the Penny Dreadful villain I am.

[red-black-aesthetic-bout]

Round 2: Match 27

Michael Burnham (Stark Trek franchise) vs. Flapjack (The Owl House)

Michael Burnham

- spocks super secret adoptive sister that hes DEFINITELY had along, she just traveled like a 1000 years into the future and got her existence classified cause shes cool like that. star fleets first mutineer, eventually (at the time of this outfit) turned captain of the discovery. very sexy.

Flapjack

- the best emotional support bird

mod notes: I like one-eyed characters but michael is cooler

[floralegia]

thinking about steddie childhood friends AU

So I love the enemies-to-lovers nature of Steddie, like, deeply in my soul, but also I love to invert things so my brain kept turning this concept over in my head and now here we are.

So, I'm seeing like... Steve somehow ends up out of his parents' supervision as a, like, let's say nine-year-old, or something like that. I kind of see Steve in general as the kind of kid who probably didn't have a lot of friends until middle/high school? I can't explain this vibe, but to me the whole latchkey kid thing kind of lends itself to not really having many friends in elementary school, you know, until such a time as being a rich jock is something the other kids really start to take notice of. I don't know, I'm spitballing.

So that Steve -- a Steve who is basically, like, horrifically lonely, but is too young to even really fully grasp his own loneliness -- ends up wandering around a park in Hawkins on his lonesome on a too-hot, too-sticky summer day, when most of the other kids are too smart to be outside in the late-afternoon sun, when it's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Except. There is one other kid there. He's kind of just lurking on a piece of playground equipment, sulking, limbs dangling -- he looks like he must have had a hell of a recent growth spurt, all tall and spindly. He has a frankly ugly buzzcut, patchy and scraggly, and he has this look on his face like he'd probably punch anyone who tried to talk to him.

So, obviously, Steve goes over to try and talk to him.

(What Steve dose not know: this is an Eddie Munson who is waiting at this stupid park because his uncle is in the law office up the block, trying to make sure he's gonna be okay to keep custody since Eddie's dad is in prison and his mom is long gone, and Eddie had gotten too twitchy and mutinous and started pulling leaves off the plants in the waiting room, and so Wayne had asked-but-really told him that maybe he'd have a better time waiting at the park, and Wayne'd come get him just as soon as he was done with the suits.)

Hawkins is small enough that Steve's able to pretty confidently say, "I don't know you," meaning it as a sort of "oh, you must be new in town, what's your name?" Except Eddie, obviously bristles, and says, "What, are you the king of this shitty place?"

That kind of impresses Steve, because frankly not a lot of kids he knows would swear like that, and it's enough to inspire him to plunk himself down on the merry-go-round mere inches from this stranger.

"Of course not," he says, and doesn't miss but doesn't quite understand the look Eddie gives him, the way he takes in Steve's neatly pressed little rich-kid outfit, so different from Eddie's worn-out, too-big hand-me-down shirt and jeans with holes in the knees so big they're really more hole than pant at this point and his shoes that are held together with duct tape on the sole. "I'm Steve."

He stares at Eddie so long and so expectantly that eventually, begrudgingly, he gets a mumbled "Eddie" in return.

"Eddie," Steve repeats, nodding like it's somehow meaningful, then tilts his head at him. "You are new, though, right?" When Eddie just narrows his eyes, he presses, "Did you just move to Hawkins?"

That's too close to the quick, and Eddie just scowls at him. "What does it matter to you?"

Steve shifts a little, taken aback, but he's relatively undeterred. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just curious, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd seen you before."

And Eddie wants to bristle and spit at that too, wants to take it as a sneering insult without stopping to think, but -- there's something a little to wide-eyed and earnest about Steve's expression, about the way he's smiling just a little, almost tentative. About the way he's still sitting so close, hasn't shifted away at all, even though Eddie's still glaring at him like he might start throwing punches any second now.

So, eventually, he relents.

"'m new," he grudgingly assents, shifting a little in place. The bare skin of his leg brushes the blazing-hot metal of the merry-go-round through one of the holes in his jeans, and he winces, automatically dragging his knee up to his chest defensively.

Steve winces in sympathy, then drags his foot against the ground, digging a trail in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. "That's cool," he says. He hesitates for a long moment, in which Eddie shoots him a mildly suspicious look, before he says, with a commendable degree of faux-casual smoothness for a nine-year-old kid, "So, I guess you don't really know many people in town, then?"

Eddie, bright for his age and already way too used to parsing the things people say to figure out what it is they want from him, narrows his eyes. "No," he says, very slowly. "I mean, I don't know anyone."

It's the right thing to say, apparently, because Steve perks up immediately. The smile that transforms his face in the next heartbeat is so bright it puts the sun to shame.

"That's not true," he says, and reaches across the no-man's-land between them to gently sock Eddie on the arm. "Now you know me."

And Eddie -- even with every dark thought swirling in the back of his mind, all the shit with his dad and his uncertainty about moving in with his uncle and the knowledge that he's alone here in Hawkins, that he's going to be the odd one out and there's nothing he can do about it -- finds he isn't capable of resisting that smile. He tries, he really does, but after a few seconds of fierce internal struggle, he ends up smiling right back. It's tentative, a little shaky, and it shows off his chipped front tooth, but it's a smile all the same.

"I guess so," he says, and he won't understand for a long time yet why it makes butterflies dance in his stomach.

[fatalled]

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? [any muse!]

[ d o l l y ]

dolly was inspired by gambit ( everyone going HUH ? ) but listen. she can telepathically control her cards! she could do it! no one has given her a chance yet! or seen her on the field bc she's a terrible agent! but more ... she came from the idea that i simply love in wizard builds of using something other than a spellbook as your spellbook? so the idea that she could use the characters of the tarot came from her using the tarot as her 'spellbook' and using tarot cards is a fun idea. but then i thought the powers listed on main were like things to choose from and i picked dream manip and quickly had to swerve when i realized my mistake! but her 'divine' psychic abilities allowed me to play with a character who has a fraught mental state, haha! and the first thing i decided about her was that she's bright mustard yellow! her color is yellow!

[ k y u n g s e o k ]

kyungseok is a rebuild of an older character i have. the power was the same ( able to summon a pink bow and shoot with deadly accuracy ) because i really enjoyed it but i never got to use it! the idea behind the original character is based around eros and essentially doesn't have a big cool power, literally just some guy who stumbles into his power ... i wanted to play with a character that can't do the big showy things like create tidal waves or turn off gravity but was still considered an incredible hero ( one of the best! even! ) ... so i tweaked some things when kat wanted a brother for miyoung and here we go! to think, kyungseok could have been a huge himbo with fat tits. i really denied you guys the best, huh? the first thing i decided about him was that he's an arrogant slut.

[ h a d r i a n ]

hadrian came from "the deepest circle in hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." / "you know nothing of hell." from potc + the whole able to turn into a skeleton. but really, i wanted a character that could be extremely powerful without the need of their power. hadrian ruled as much as he did just as a guy ... the skeleton is really just for spice and scaring people. his control and power comes from him just being really good at manipulating people and having fat stacks of money. the first thing i decided about him was ... bone daddy.

[ h i r o j i ]

i just love ... dog coded characters! but also a rebuild! i had the idea of a dog-coded character in my mind since kyungseok. so i knew i wanted one ... ( denied you guys AGAIN by not making kyungseok dog-coded. damn! y'all lose! ) but his power came from an off handed mention by a friend of teleportation slowly erasing you ... and the idea of using a power that will eventually kill you! so his power came first but i also had a character that had a similar personality to hiroji now that i just mashed together. most of my characters are just new outfits for old characters, haha! the first i decided about him was dog-coded ... it's my favorite type of character and it plays so well into him having a limited time but he still throws himself into being loyal to those he loves even at the cost of his own life