#shut the fuck up it's literally canon lemme dream

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The more you know ☠️

Source: Shatapatha Brahmana 2.5.1.11

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sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

[lxstfulbeans]

JUST CURIOUS OR NOOOOT....if you’re open or not, that’s cool~....

*slides a hundred your way*

I must know, what would it be like for Levi, Erwin, and lastly HANGE *clears throat* to be with a Black S/O, but here’s the catch. They’re the only black person behind the wall..well atleast what’s his name comes around..

Also, Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated, sleep well, relax, breathe, happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

Aight I gotchu babes, lemme get that hunnid up outcha 😏. And thank you so much 🥺 same to you!!

I feel like I gave more to Erwin and Hange than Levi, but I love these three equally 😭✋🏽. But, hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons: what it’s like with the only black s/o behind the walls.

Levi Ackerman:

When he first met you, he’s like “what in the fuck-“

He never meant it in bad way, oh no ma’am. It’s just that NO ONE has ever seen anyone like you before, let alone thought there were people of a different race.

But knowing Levi, and seeing his resting bitch face.. how could you ever know 💀.

My guy literally lived in the UNDERGROUND, on some “City of Ember” type shit, and has never seen someone like you before.

When you decided to join the Survery Corps. then eventually choosing the Scouts after being top of your class. He took it as an opportunity to observe you (well, him and like twenty, thirty other people 💀), whenever y’all sat and talked about expedition plans with Hange and the Commander, he enjoyed listening to you speak your mind and blast your opinions.

And don’t get me started on how strong and open-minded you are.

Eventually, he’ll start catching feelings. He’ll talk to you more, occasionally praise you for a job well done more than he’s done ANYONE else. He’ll even fucking compliment you and pick up on little things you’ve done.

Of course, when the other brats get outta hand when it comes to awful flirting and tryna see what that thang do. He shuts that shit down before it can even start.

“Oi. Get the fuck outta here before I use you as live bait for the Titans.”

Best believe they skedaddled.

He asks if you’re okay, and to tell him that if anyone else makes you uncomfortable like that again so he could properly whoop they ass.

Y’all get to talking and.. somehow talk most of the day away.

When he heard you laugh, he was struck. His heart pounding, though he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips.

Then, he asks you to be his. Which you accept with pride.

He’s always there to help you with wash days if you need it. He loves helping you, even if he doesn’t really show it.

Oh, and that discrimination shit? Y’all can cut that shit out right now cuz Levi don’t play.

Teamwork makes the dream work when it comes to cleaning. He’s impressed at how much better you are at it than he others.

Oh and your COOKING babyyy

He be stingy with it for sure. He was big mad when everybody else wanted some, at least you saved some pie for him.

And y’all are partners in fucking crime. Y’all be bodying Titans left and right bruh. Don’t nobody want the smoke.

Erwin Smith:

Oh my lawd, why is he so fine and RESPECTFUL 😔✊🏽.

Okay, okay this ain’t about me rn heheh.

Honestly, he’ll be flabbergasted to be in your presence. He’s never seen someone of a different race before, he wondered were there more of you on the outside?

When he saw you the first time on the return from another expedition outside the walls. His eyes met you and he was just.. amazed. He was sure that he wasn’t seeing things but, he had to see you again.

When he couldn’t find you, he had to come to the conclusion that you were a hallucination. I mean, he was exhausted, sleep deprived, and hungry.

But, eventually he found you by yourself at the bridge. He was amazed at how the morning sun made you glow, reflecting off of your brown skin.

When you caught him staring, he choked on his words as he rambled with apologies. This made you smile, inviting him to sit and enjoy the morning with you.

Y’all started talking and you just.. clicked. When he heard your laugh for the first time, he had it bad.

He tried visiting you as much as he could, even if it was only a simple “hello, how are you?” or the slightest of small talk.

When the Walls were invaded, you were helpless. No one bothered to help you, either saving their own asses or being eaten alive. You couldn’t count the times where you were so close to meeting death. You refused to become a victim and have fear control you.

When you joined the Scouts, he was shocked to you standing here before him. Your fist over your heart as you announce yourself. He never thought you would be here about to risk your life everyday.

But, he saw that fire in your eyes and smiled.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety but would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to you.

He’s a busy man. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t sit and talk with you all of the time. If you were lucky, he’d send a smile or even a wink your way.

Though, he’s often caught you by yourself again, watching the sunset or gazing into the night sky. The way you skin would glow made him look back on old times.

He sits with you, talking the night away and making you smile again.

Overtime, you eventually get closer. When you originally closed yourself of because of the events of “That Day”, but opened up more and more when you both were together.

Whenever somebody tries to snitch on you to him, you’re literally not phased by this shit.

“Tell him then, I don’t give no fuck! Matter of fact, I’ll tell him for you!”

He honestly adores how you don’t take shit from anybody, but he lets you get away with a little bit of things. He won’t reprimand you but will give you a slap on the wrist if you went too far with something.

Whenever he says something unintentionally funny, you just crack up laughing. Like, you are wheezing so silently and rolling on the floor in tears. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at how silly you were.

He adored everything about you. Your laugh, how your skin glows in the light, your captivating smile, and how you weren’t playing games with nobody.

This time, he realizes his growing feelings for you.

Eventually, he confesses his feelings to you. Like this man is poetic as hell, he’s listing off everything he loves about you, even the little things made his heart soar. You were honestly shocked that your Commander felt this way about you.. but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same.

After y’all get boo’d up, you’re basically a power couple.

Somebody got one time to talk shit about you, on god he is on them like white on rice.

“If you say one more word about them, I will personally make sure that on the next expedition, I will leave you behind...”

Ah, don’t you just love it when it he gets serious and protective?

And both y’all side-eye the fuck outta people when they don’t rub you the right way.

Wash days? He’s all for it. Once he sees your arms drooping, clearly worn out from washing your hair, he’ll happily roll up his sleeves and get up in there.

Bruh, have you seen his hands?? You KNOW his massages are bomb af, like you damn near fall asleep everytime he massages and scratches your scalp.

Don’t get him started on your cooking, he’d do anything for it. He gets so happy when you save extra plates for him to eat later.

When push comes to shove and everyone’s losing their shit, you have to be strong. Erwin’s always motivated you and inspired you, if humanity had any chance to survive, you had to show it.

“Y’all need to get yo shit together PERIODT! It’s okay to be scared, but we won’t make it out of this if you keep actin’ like this! Y’all signed up to protect humanity right?! Well, show these Titans who they fuckin’ with!”

After hearing that.. he wanted to marry you.

(bonus: let’s say that he’s alive 💀 cuz I literally cried when he got clapped like how-)

When you were finally able to go outside the walls without any fear of the Titans, you felt free.

When you came across the ocean, he couldn’t take his eye off of how amazed you looked at the clear blue waters, the sun making it shine towards its horizon.

“It’s everything Cadet Arlelt said, right? Where there’s an ocean.. there’s other lands, eventually other enemies.”

“I know. We made it this far, it’s only right that we keep goin’.”

Hange Zoë:

Hange can GET IT MM- 🤧 they are literally so fine.

oh, and it’s kinda canon that they’re non-binary so 😃.

This’ll be after you first join the Scouts and baby they was on you like white on rice INSTANTLY.

They’ve never seen anyone like you before. It was almost forbidden to learn or talk about anything beyond the walls, were there more of you?? Where did you come from?

Though, they’re outta pocket questions and lack of knowledge of something called, “personal space” kinda made you nervous so they brought down a couple notches.

When they got to know you more, they were just ecstatic to see you.

When Hange caught you alone, basking in the warm embrace of the sun, they couldn’t take the throbbing of their heart as your dark skin was shining.

When you eventually start dating, they had no problem putting folks in their place when they try you.

“Alright, I see that you have quite a lot to say about my s/o! I bet you won’t be spouting a word when you come face to face with Titan. I’ll happily let you see them up close..”

They’d absolutely kill for your cooking. Deadass. If they’re not the first and last one to get a plate, they’ll be big mad for a hot minute.

I’m sure they observe you a lot, especially when it comes to your routines and how you try your best not to smell like a hunnid cans of bounce dat ass 💀. So when wash day comes and you’re kinda tired after training, they’ll happily wash your hair for you.

They’ll praise you for all the hard work you’ve done, giving you little forehead kisses, massaging and giving light scratches to your scalp.

OOH WEE- you are in absolute heaven with them.

Both of y’all share that chaotic energy, bugging the hell outta Levi when you get the chance.

When it comes to fighting Titans, y’all don’t play! When it’s time to put the moves on ‘em you do it!

- - END SCENE - -

[daaziscoolbesties]

[REPOST] MY 2K WORD COMMENTARY/ANALYSIS OF RANBOO’S LORE STREAM

‼️‼️This post contains lore spoilers from Ranboo’s 4/23 stream, “The Enderwalk Saga. Chapter 1: The Lessons”. If you haven’t seen that stream don’t read ahead unless you want spoilers‼️‼️

disclaimer: this isnt really an analysis as much as a bunch of commentary and half-baked theories.

-on the way to the mansion he was sort of talking to himself saying stuff like "i'm good i'm good" which m a y be a normal thing but also maybe it's not and it flew over our heads cause he talks to chats and donos like that so often

-again, this one may just be a normal thing but when he was climbing up the stairs in the mansion looking for foolish, he repeats some of his words like down to the exact same tone of voice and everything. 12:42,  "this mansion is way too big actually. this mansion is way too big actually." (why the repeated actually? seems odd to me but again it might just be a normal thing that i haven't picked up on). (right after) "okay okay lemme find him lemme find him" again repeated words in the e x a c t same tone.

-does everyone know about ranboo's silk touch hands ability thing? or was that just a techno and ranboo main character moment. bc if it was, how would foolish know that ranboo could pick up the full cake after it'd been partially eaten. unless everyone on the sever knows about that in which case this means nothing. but if they d o n t know... how would foolish know? ranboo wrote about it in the do not read book so maybe if it's not a publicly known thing maybe foolish got his hands on the book and read it??

-14:53-ish, they're talking about the war room and how it was for tubbo or whatever and ranboo says, and i quote "he prepares for lore but he's never gonna do it." now funny thing is at first i couldn't tell if he said "war" like in reference to the war room or "lore". but after playing the clip over and over i can say with ALMOST 100% certainty that he said lore. there is a definite L sound at the beginning of the word. which either means a) this was a slip up (doubtful bc he said later that there were no mistakes), b) he broke the fourth wall because they were supposed to be rping at that point, or c) i'm completely wrong and he said "war" which leads down an entire other road of possibilities

-15:17 "are you a book reader?" "*checks inventory for do not read book* uh yeah i'd say i'm a book reader-" dunno how i didn't catch this the first time I HATE THAT DAMN BOOK

-15:18 there's blue in his hotbar. where did he get the blue.

-16:40 "it's like a metaphor- i have two minds: i have my normal self, my normal little shift-dancing self, and then the builder one. the builder one is demanding. it's a very demanding mind." ranboo then lets out a weird sigh after this. i feel like what foolish was talking about was an indirect(?) parallel to ranboo in and out of enderwalk, there's how he normally is, trying to do best for others, and then there's enderwalk, meeting up with bad guys and "demanding" things (its very late as i write this i really don't know what i'm talking about)

-17:11 "you have your panic closet" i'm sorry his what now 😀 no but seriously how the hell did i miss some of these

-18:04 "you're asking me if i remember?" very funny ranboo thank you for making jokes in these trying times

-18:25 WHY DID HE GET OUT THE AXE WHEN STARING AT THE BEE

-19:38 why did foolish hold the grass block- most of these observations probably mean nothing but- h u h - is that- i'm too tired for this

-19:54 "i never properly thanked you for the deal you made with me" so foolish got something out of this deal, we're not sure if ranboo did. "the green cardboard box" again do you mean dream's house- but seriously the only people i can think of on the server that are associated with green are dream and sam. and i have no idea what cardboard box could be referring to.  foolish got a lime colored shulker from drista

-20:30 "we're supposed to only talk about it at a certain location" hmm now where would that be? panic room maybe? cause like usually after doing a big thing in the enderwalk state ranboo wakes up in the panic room so maybe?  the deal was that they only talk about it in his house

-21:52 how does ranboo receive(?) the lessons? like are they whispered to him in his mind or is he seeing them as words in front of him like we see? hmm

-"Lesson 14: If you have the opportunity to gain a favor, take it." "gain a favor" don't you usually ask people for favors though? how does one "gain a favor"? anyways i'm pretty sure lesson 14 has to do with the deal foolish was talking about. (the deal explained because i now have info: at some point a bit ago foolish met up with ranboo and asked to make a deal, he'd gotten a shulker box from drista. the deal was that ranboo would have ownership of the box, it would be under his name but foolish rents/borrows it indefinitely. ranboo negotiated that if he took ownership of the box he would get a "war favor"  from foolish where if something happens that creates sides, ranboo can ask him a favor that could change his side. but why would foolish want ranboo to have ownership of the shulker you may ask? well i have an answer for you. a theory actually but still. basically since drista technically isn't supposed to give out shit on the server if someone where to have that stuff then they may get in trouble. foolish wants to be able to use the shulker but if it gets found he doesn't want to get in trouble, so he can blame it on ranboo seeing as it's under his name.)

-22:16-ish "i still have this from when you *can't understand whats said here*" well i guess that sort of explains why he had the grass block? idk man (info update: he had the grass block from when ranboo threw it at him telling him to calm down like what ghostbur does with blue)

-31:35 "i figured out how to cause it" how to cause the enderwalk state

-38:30 "ninety three lessons" I STILL DONT KNOW WHY HE KEPT SAYING NINETY THREE AND NOT NINETY FOUR AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY LMAO

-39:01 "it's all for the greater good" okay well when are you gonna start thinking about yourself and not everyone else for once huh. self care bitch.

-40:31 he started holding the axe when he was looking at sam- gonna say it i really don't like that axe ahahah- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THE AXE IS NAMED "axe of ender" I DONT LIKE THAT I DONT LIKE THAT AT ALL

-41:53 is there something?? physically keeping him from telling sam??? or maybe it's sort of like his enderwalk state taking control to make him shut the fuck up??? so many questions and approximately zero answers

-43:18 ranboo raising his voice legitimately scares me 😀👍

-"Lesson 27: Do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down." showed up when he was thinking about and REMINISCING about the community house 👀👀

-"Lesson 53: Never fully trust anyone." showed up literally after he said that he thinks he can trust the other people on the server enough to tell them about what he did

-"Lesson 67: Leave no evidence of what you have helped with." this is different from the others because there doesn't seem to be at least a semi-direct connection to it? unless maybe at the time ranboo was near something he may have "helped with"? not sure about this one

-"Lesson 94: DO NOT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE" yeah yeah i get it i get it he's fucked up some shit in enderwalk i don't feel like analyzing this thanks

-OH OH NOTICE HOW HE SAYS "REMEMBERING" WHEN THE LESSONS SHOW UP. IMPLYING THAT THIS ISNT A NEW THING, ITS HAPPENED BEFORE AND NOW HES REMEMBERING IT. MAYBE HE WROTE DOWN THE LESSONS WHEN HE WAS IN ENDERWALK AND NOW THAT HES BEEN EXPERIMENTING ITS BEEN EASIER FOR HIM TO REMEMBER THOSE ENDERWALK MEMORIES

-okokok the experiments are that he's been e x p e r i m e n t i n g on how to purposefully induce the enderwalk state. and we know now that it wasn't from the pain of the water because on the stream afterwords he said that it's caused by the intense fear of something happening. and so the "side effects" of the experiments is that since he's in enderwalk more often(?) he starts remembering more things from it

-OH MY GOD WAIT "there is a reason sam, there's so many reasons, theres ninety three of them" (44:47) WHAT IF EVERY LESSON IS TIED TO A QUOTE UNQUOTE "reason" THAT RANBOO THINKS HES A BAD PERSON/NEEDS TO BE LOCKED UP BUT HE SAYS NINETY THREE INSTEAD OF NINETY FOUR BECAUSE THE NINETY FOURTH LESSON DOESNT HAVE A REASON YET/HE DOESNT REMEMBER IT HAVING A REASON

-dude honestly the whole sam part hurts so much this man is scarily good at acting

-46:46 "i cant put you in the prison you wouldn't be able to see michael anymore" bestie that's the point he doesn't want to accidentally hurt michael or tubbo in the enderwalk state—

-okay but there's no way that sam couldn't tell that ranboo was at least TRYING to confess to something- i feel like he definitely knows more than he's letting on because usually like when people do bad shit or admit to doing bad shit he's like in Prison Guard Mode™️ (he literally cut off ponk's arm because he stole some keycards or something) and whatever and idk what he knows but he definitely knows something and is trying to protect ranboo. or he's trying to manipulate him or smth either one works—

-50:38 "you are a good person" "i am?" you can hear my heart shatter. "yes you are" "i don't think so sam" "i do, even if you don't" "i really don't think so" and there it goes again

-51:25 hello badboyhalo i see you to the left of ranboo

-52:44 "but then my curiosity got the best of me" curiosity killed the cat, bitch

-52:54 "there's ninety three, ninety four, ninety- theres so many reasons!" SEE!! NOT ONLY ARE THERE THAT MANY LESSONS THERE ARE REASONS THAT CORRESPOND IM S O SMART—

-52:56 "i don't want to remember anymore!" *quietly brings forth my theory that when ranboo loses a canon life his memory gets wiped*

-53:13 "ive opened pandora's box" isn't the prison?? literally called pandora's VAULT??? so this m a y be a stretch but i'm thinking that maybe this could be taken in the literal sense that he "opened" the prison and let dream out (the sirens at the end of quackity's stream confirm that dream is indeed out)

-53:42 mans just straight up walked through a ghost i—

-55:37 so are we just gonna ignore the eleventh page of the book? "he's alive, but hopefully soon dream won't be"??? alright nevermind it's most likely bc when tommy came back he recruited ranboo in his plan to kill dream

-55:47 notice how he writes "what am i?" as opposed to "who am i?" no elaboration here idk what it could be

-56:08 just so it's clear for anyone who doesn't know- he's wearing armor at this point, and i'm like 90% sure that when he wears his armor water can't hurt him. and i saw someone say somewhere that like with splash potions when thrown it turns into a gas-like thing? so again, it didn't hurt him, he didn't get hurt. he said in the chill stream that he wasn't comfortable making it where his character had to hurt himself to do that. the thing that causes the enderwalk isn't pain, it's intense and sudden emotions like fear and stress. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[transsexualhamlet]

*slams fists on table* CATASTROPHE ANIME

yeah this is just my long ranting hypothetical post about “omg what if there was an anime for catastrophe at 16″ because I’m like that @autpunk-godling feel free to add on because we just yell about this for hours on end

I have also now brought it up in the discord server just bc i wanna yell about it

This is the recording of all the shit we came up with screaming about it

-it could only possible like after the manga is finished and translated officially plus resurrection novels probably finished or close to but like,,, we can hope, we can dream, please-

-people coming to it and seeing the trailers and shit would probably see the school and the cherry blossoms and go “oh it’s ouran high school host club but like with swords” and then everyone fucking dies and the fans are like I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS???

-everyone new would know the spoilers for the end by like episode 2 bc manga fans wouldn’t be able to shut up cause someone would just like post a screencap of guren saying “i’m gonna save the world” with a pensive emoji under it some anime only would see it and by the end of the day everyone knows how it ends

-gureshin exposure and seeing it on screen like just imagine how fucking gay it’ll look like I swear this would become the new mikayuu like imagine,,, the beginning when he’s leaning over guren’s desk, the love hotel scene, love hotel 2 electric boogaloo, when they fight over who gets to top omg “become my subordinate” “no u” and every time shinya LOOKS at guren, the part where he comes back to guren’s house and goes “uwu you were looking at my phone”, the motorcycle scene, the *thinks about shinya while taking a bath* the entire part where guren goes demon and shinya saves him and holds him and i,,, and well the entire end

-guren’s va in the last episode would be DEAD lemme tell you the SCREAMING I WANT TO HEAR IT

-Hypothetically this would probably cover 2 seasons, the first season covering books 1-3 and 2nd season covering 4-7, and then like. No one’s gonna want to end it at *guren sticks sword in slot* so like uh resurrection’s gonna need to be a thing unless it gets cancelled which uh fuck i hope not

-more appreciation for characters, THERE WOULD BE PEOPLE ACTUALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO MITO, GOSHI, SHIGURE, AND SAYURI, guren antis would actually just shut up because they’d see him being a fucking softie, and uh well kureto stans would have something to answer for

-the MEME possibility just THINK of the MEMES

-i want to see the trailers,,, i want to see them,,, i want to-

-the levels of horniness compared to vampire reign omg like they’re the same age as yu squad and they like all wanna fuck like how will that translate to anime like

-the. the last episode i. omg it would be so intense I can’t it would be so epic there would be so much blood oh god

-this would cause more exposure for the manga too because 1. the old anime-onlys would come back, 2. everyone already in the manga fandom will be revived for any kind of content, 3. the fans who’ve dropped off will probably watch it, 4. new fans who liked WIT studio shit will be like :eyes emoji:, fans who looked at the trailer and went that sounds kinda gay will watch it, actual shonen fans and people who like high school anime and liked the vampire reign school arc would watch it, like it would have a pretty good base

-like bro there would be actual diversity in ships kjhghjkj like people would actually pay attention to the characters omg please i just want some content like yes of course gureshin but like also the other characters please CATASTROPHE CONTENT OMG I NEED IT C A T A S T R O P H E  C O N T E N T

-you know how the dub for the vampire reign anime is like 80 percent gayer than the sub with the “girlfriend or boyf-” “or a lover” etc uh how can they possibly make some of the shit in ca16 gayer but they WOULD like uh some of the stuff shinya already says in canon is like so fucking gay like the “you’ll never get a husband if you don’t let me clean your wound haha”, the misunderstanding in the love hotel, the “uwu people will think we’re a couple” on the motorcycle, all of that, there’s more, literally every time someone makes a joke about being in love with guren fucking-

-it would actually be good bc new anime tends to be Shit so yeah people would watch it I swear I think it would get even better ratings than vampire reign because it has a comprehensible plot and the ending and shit is already decided, I think different people would like it

-ok but like the problem is there’s a different beginning in the manga and the light novels of ca16. And like, the manga’s beginning would be a really bad thing to go with. In the light novel, the book starts right off with Guren going into first shibuya high school with sayuri and shigure, explaining the situation with the ichinoses and the hiragis. That’s a good beginning, it gives a good idea of what the story’s gonna be like, it doesn’t give away what’s going to happen. Whereas in the manga, they decided to shoot in before that a bullshit chapter that’s straight out of fucking tokyo babylon. I don’t even,,, it was really bad, and it doesn’t even seem to be canon. There’s no indication that’s anything but like crossover fanfic because the gist of that chapter was Guren, Sayuri, and Shigure like,,, exorcising a bitch which is like so not the vibe of this story. It makes no sense?? That’s not even what Guren did in middle school? What???? There’s also a bunch of really offputting shit in there, if you’ve ever seen it. That’s gonna get rid of so many potential fans. It’s a really bad idea. Also at the end it literally gives away the fact that Guren’s gonna end the world which is just. shit. it’s shit. Like everyone’s gonna know anyway just don’t give it away in canon!!! It was a bad idea in the manga and it would be a terrible decision to do in a potential anime.

-what would it even be rated omg like it’s. So much hornier than vampire reign so like I don’t even fucking know like, there is sex,,, with fucking m a h i r u, i don’t like that, and i mean other than that every other word out of someone’s mouth is wanna fuck like that’s fine in a light novel but on screen uh

-!!!!!! THE OP AND ED !!!!!!!!! the SHIT that would be FORESHADOWED in the ENDING i sWEAR TO GOD I JUST WANT TO S E E  I T like even if they just reused scapegoat and xu it would still be fucking amazing LIKE OK. KAGAMI FORESHADOWED CHAPTER 94 WITH THE ORIGINAL ED WHAT THE F U C K KIND OF FORESHADOWING WOULD GO ON WITH CA16

I just really really really want another song to vibe to ok and I want to see the images i want to see them fighting I want to see them in front of cherry blossoms uuuuuuuuuuu please like I want to see Mahiru like posing with two swords or some shit please omg please mahiru don’t turn into a demon you’re so sexy ahaha

like broooo I really just want to see it like anime ops are just so amazing and epic and the eds are all kinda sad and foreshadowy and UH FOR CATASTROPHE THAT’S LIKE A L O T LIKE THE IMAGES THAT PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE ARE JUST GONNA SEE AND GO “F U C K” like just imagine the ed having like. like guren’s sword in a slot in a white room or like a flash forward to the world after it’s ended

-we can see on screen, colored: NOYA, SAITO, (ferid with green hair???), I want to see all of them omg also maybe they can decide for sure what aoi’s eye color is

-THE ELEVATOR FIGHT WITH GUREN AND SAITO GHHHGHGHGHGH I JUST WANNA S E E IT

-we get to see them actually fight with magic and not like jumping off of buildings abilities and shit

-Guren going demon omg omg omg

-BABY YU BABY YU BABY YU BABY MIKA BABY MIKA BABY SHINOA BABY SHINOA

-I think the anime wouldn’t want to have it end with Guren sticking the sword in the slot so I think they’re probably pull a vampire reign episode 1 and after the sword thing just like,,, fast forward to a quick ambiguous shot of Guren at 24 standing in a broken world in his demon army uniform uuuh like OW I WANNA SEE IT I WANT TO SEE IT I WANT TO oH MY GOD THE CINEMATOGRAPHY-

-in conclusion *mails kagami 12 dollars* pwease mw kagami

[bunny-banana]

I'd love to hear a director's commentary on La leggenda di Niccolo please :D Have a star as well ⭐

HA! Okay well, I’ll talk about the sections that I actually wrote so here it comes:

Chap 1

Engulfed in the never ending masses of water, he reckoned one should feel intimidated. No ground under his feet, only limited amounts of air to his disposal, and the uncertainty of what lies within the darker corners of the ocean should normally frighten you. And yet, he never felt more at peace than when he was floating so freely in the sea, almost as if gravity and the world outside didn’t exist

the fucking IRONY of me writing this while being deadly afraid of deep water. its honestly like “yeah,,,,, lemme list all the things i personally hate about deep sea…. and lets add ‘well, but theres something good too about that for sure,,,i guess,,,, ”

But what was more important for me was this contrast to what Ermal dreams about, his lowkey fantasy - and where he is irl, the icy south pole. I’m rather fond of opposing things/contrasts. 

The soldier breathed heavily in and out, but there was no time to rest as the next blaze of fire was aimed at him.He countered and evaded but his opponent was more forceful, his flames harsher, faster until the soldier’s back hit the cold railing. He was caught, and when his opponent mercilessly stroke once more, he knew he had to save himself by escaping into the cold water.The man remaining on the top deck smirked. Ah yes, he’d almost assume those new soldiers were just too easy to take on even if only for practice reasons, but it pleased him more to say that he still got it.

i really hope this introduction just tells you everything you need to know about Renga’s character.

How much sooner the war could have been won had it not been for the Poles!

While actually reflecting on the universe, i realised, it must be incredibly difficult for firebenders on the poles. like, I just assume they really, really arent fit for the cold which would make invading incredibly difficult for them. also lol, renga hates it at the poles obviously.

  Shaking so hard that kids ran towards their mothers and the watchtower fell over and when the fog cleared up, Ermal felt his stomach drop. ”No.”

Nothing, absolutely, nothing in that universe is more frightening than seeing the Fire Nation military pull up to your doorstep.  

Also, lmao, love to imagine Rinald quietly going “oh nooo my watchtower D:” 

Ermal pushed himself through the crowd until he was right in front of everyone, until he was the last barrier between the Fire Nation soldiers and the village.

Ermal has Strong Opinions™ about the Fire Nation, with reasons of course, and seeing them here is the absolute nightmare to him.

  “You mean the Avatar that disappeared off the face of the Earth? The one that nobody has ever seen and that was probably never even reborn? That Avatar?”And if his cockiness gave off a certain invitation to smash his face in, then this was perhaps a little bit Ermal’s fault.

to quote the Smiths: Bigmouth Strikes Again!

“B-but he’s- he’s so young? I swear to the Fire Lord, if this is yet another trick then-”

Chap 2

Niccolò had always been in awe of the Fire Nation’s advanced industrial sector. The machinery that originated from the Nation had always had cutting edge quality which no one in the world could quite imitate nor match. This ship however was beyond anything Niccolò had ever seen. This ship was fully steam-driven with the powerful motors roaring under his feet. And those weren’t the only novelties.Steel processed so professionally that it makes impenetrable walls and doors which opened and closed only through quite sophisticated lock mechanisms. It all looked so modern, it all looked so futuristic.

so the idea was, since Nic had missed an entire century, the ship looked super modern to him. while its a canon fact that the FN is quite advanced with machinery, the ship itself is just to an up-to-date standard. But to Niccolo personally it seemed futuristic.  i like the idea of him being amazed at things he has never seen in his life just to find out they’re pretty common in the current timeline. 

There was not much time left, Niccolò had to think quickly. Extremely convenient how his nose started tickling right in that moment.The powerful sneeze that followed had two consequences: One, the guard in front of him was catapulted straight into the metal door of the cell, rendering him unconscious.Two, Niccolò and the guard behind him were also forcefully pushed back to the other end of the corridor, crashing into the hard wall.Well, at least the guard did. The young airbender was spared that fate, by that nice pillow the guard turned out to be, so he quickly got onto his feet and ran as fast as he could with his hands tied behind his back.

so yeah ngl, this was just copied from the OG ep

Now that his hands were freed, he opened the first door that presented itself to him, but in front of him, he simply saw the quarters of General Renga who stared at his now roaming prisoner in shock. Okay, time to turn around, it seems.

listen, i just love the thought of overconfident General Renga being so shellshocked to see his prisoner escaping that he just gapes at him. And ofc Nic slamming the door shut immediately jsfkld

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Niccolò cursed as he evaded a burst of fire that was aimed at him before taking the next corner “Where’s the exit?! Where’s the goddamn exi- AH!! A DOOR!!” He pulled it open to reveal a startled guy sitting there just minding his own business. An unexpected sight, with an even more unexpected odor following. “Oh? uhm- Sorry man! Just- just take your time! Also, perhaps light a candle when you’re done. Bye!” The young Avatar swiftly apologised as he closed the door of what was most definitely not an exit.

Fav OC so far!  That simple FN dude was just trying to take a dump in peace but who would have known that all hell would break lose and the goddamn Avatar of all people would walk into him smh.  Also, I really enjoyed the thought of while this is all hectic and dangerous, Nic still being human enough to go like “oh, my bad! sorry dude!” at this random soldier. Who knows, maybe we should bring that one back some time later. And i kinda wanted the whole escape to be funny, since its Nic’s POV, and it just wouldnt suit his carefree spirit to make this super serious (yet). 

“I’ll give you that, hiding for so long was sort of impressive.” Niccolò heard Renga’s voice behind him as the General had caught up with him. 

almost wrote “century” there but then remembered  nah omg he can’t know yet 

A piece of ice may or may not have also hit Renga straight into the face but nobody would complain about that anyway. 

yeah i just love the thought of this super dramatic scene of Nic entering the Avatar State and then theres a chunk of ice knocking Renga unconscious lmao get fucked, dude 

“Nic!” Ermal ran towards the slowly decreasing water pillar to catch the unconscious airbender in the last second, dropping to his knees in the process. That was beyond anything anybody of that age should normally be capable of. That was beyond what any waterbender could ever be capable of. And yet, lying in his arms, Niccolò looked so exhausted, so weak. Just like any other kid. Not a trace from the sheer force that was unleashed moments earlier.

I think this was really the moment Ermal started feeling real responsibility over Niccolo. Just seeing him do all these crazy things and yet being reminded that this huge burden of being the Avatar is literally thrusted upon a simple kid.  Also, this is the first time he called him “Nic”

Various noises and sounds buzzed through the air that afternoon: The loud shoveling of snow from the bow, the quieter crackling emerging from the hands of the firebenders who were melting their frozen compatriots, the fast steps rushing left and right over the ship. All these different sounds were heard, but none of them were chattering. Nobody dared to chat. Not after this disastrous defeat. What a disgrace that had been, General Renga thought grinding his teeth.

Everybody on this goddman ship is just scared shitless that Renga will roast them if they so much like whisper. they know he moody, they know he’ll blame them for the avatar’s escape. so lets all just work and repair shit and keep quite. 

When he found consciousness again, he was left with not only one horrendous purple bruise on his face, but also with a half destroyed ship. 

jdsfksajfklf OK SO YEAH, my first intention was “lmao let a piece of ice hit him” but then i realised “oh wait he’d have a bruise afterwards”  and then “LMAOOOO he’d be like Zuko, how perfect is that”   ok so granted, unlike our dear fire prince, Renga’s bruise is only temporary, but i really hoped someone would pick up the connection to Zuko

Whatever had happened to the Avatar earlier, it left a colossal mark on the ship, and secretly, on Renga personally too. He might have gotten fooled once, but he wouldn’t get fooled again.

basically, he feels personally insulted about being beaten by a kid. what a loser lmao

“Martino!”

“Y-yes, General?” stuttered the lanky assistant with the askew glasses, clenching his hands around his writing board. One would think you’d get used to Renga’s harsh tone over time, but that was simply not the case..

rip martino but renga absolutely needed a poor anxious assistant whom he could terrorise

“We need the best of the best to defeat him. And I just know the right choice for that job…”

heeeeheeee ….. no comment ..for now.  but im curious to what you guys think about that 

Thank you so much! this was a lot of fun to do ! :)

[feelthepxwer]

Under the cut is a thread backdated to May 3rd in the canon timeline. Please be aware it contains highly sensitive subject matter such as adult themes, blood, gore, knives, pregnancy and scarring.

making the assumption to how awful the stupid sex ed class had been right on point. it had been -- dreadful. boring, dumb, and utterly pointless. still, harry had gone along with it mostly to please uma, carlos, and gil. that was literally the only reason he'd ever agreed to any of this. the first mate had all but pouted throughout the class, shooting dark glares at anyone who dared tried to get him to speak or take whatever the hell they had handed out. thank fuck it was over now. harry let out a dramatic sigh as he flopped onto the bed in the captain's quarters, scowl still present. "tha' was horrendous. jus' as i expected."

Of course it was a shit show, what had auradon expected? Genuinely interested pupils? No, the only reason they went was because it was being forced; and on Umas part because frankly birth control was a definitely good idea. “You lived through it, didn’t you?” Scoff falls because honestly, talk about dramatics. “Besides, it’s not like you have to go to any other ones. I said one class, and —-“ arms branch out around them. “You did just that!” Newly bare feet pause by her desk, fingers ghosting across the wood. “You keep complaining, you won’t get any reward for being so good.”

huffing, he stares up at the ceiling. no, harry is still not remotely pleased that he had been dragged into this stupid class. the only reason he had even agreed to go was the promise of a reward afterwards. he could have giving a shit about anything that had been spoken about, tuning most everything out. they'd gone and uma had gotten the birth control. that was that. "still awful. but yes, 'm glad i don't gotta go tae another one." her words make him sit up, blue hues leveling onto her. "fine, fine i won't complain. i'd rather 'ave the reward."

Of course he would clue into her words, if he hadn’t ? Uma would be worried he was ill.  The corner of her lip twitches upward, desk drawer opening and shutting in silence. “Here.” Single word is spoken as a dagger is offered, palm up to Harry. “We aren’t married yet but we are engaged ——- even if we weren’t, I ...” breath inward. “I’ve always been yours, and you’ve always been mine.” They had two others in their lives now that they belonged to, and while Uma wouldn’t dare diminish those bonds ether, the one she shared with harry was deeper rooted. “Make a permanent mark.”

eyes widen as he takes in the dagger, listening to uma speak. his heart was racing faster now, sucking in a sharp breath when harry realized just what his captain was implying right now. he had often thought about this himself, thought about asking uma to carve her name into his skin, make him hers forever. let the world know who he belonged to. hearing her offer it now, well -- he could hardly believe it. reaching out with his right hand, he grasps at the dagger, eyes locked on her. "i would want nothing more, love. it's been a thought i've 'ad fer a while now."

For a moment she’s terrified that there’s a line she just crossed, that maybe just maybe he’s going to turn her down. That moment feels like a god damn life time, the relief she feels once he speaks is overwhelming. So much so that Uma literally sags in posture with the sigh she lets out, eyes shutting briefly. “Yeah?” Shes moving now to join him on the bed, “can I ask why you didn’t bring it up?” ——- “You can use your hook if you want, the dagger is.... more symbolic I guess than anything else. “

shifting to face her once uma has settled onto the bed, gaze is intense, studying her carefully. he'd never thought that this was something that she would be offering to him. harry had always assumed it would be him bringing this subject up. "didn't know 'ow ye would react tae it, honestly. i know this is different from me jus' making lil' cuts without leaving any lasting marks. it's something permanent on our bodies. an' i never want tae hurt ye." he leans against her, gaze falling down to the dagger. "really?" excitement has grown even more now, heart still racing. "i -- i would like tha'. a lot. but are ye really sure 'bout this? can't be undone."

It makes sense to Uma but she can’t help the soft scoff, of course she would want this. Anything to do with Harry, she was right there wanting any part of it. “We belong together, like ships to the sea.” Hand raises to stroke at fallen locks, a nod from her own. “Of course. I want this as much as you do, Harry. I want people to know who I belong to, before and after we get married.” To her there’s nothing more sentimental. This act proves everything. “Use your hook. “

like ships go the sea. smile is ever growing on his lips, unable to stop it. not that he would ever want it to he stopped. they had always belonged to one another even before they'd known it themselves. it only made sense that the world saw it as well. relaxing into the touch, his grip tightens on the dagger. "I've always been yers. ever since the day we first met." harry shifts away, giving a small nod of his own. "alright. lay down, love. want ye tae be as comfortable as possible." not that she would be once they started. it wouldn't be the most pleasant feeling.

Pain wasn’t something that ether of them shyed from. The isle was home to many demons, many nightmares in fact. The pain of having something carved into you, would be akin to being stabbed multiple times. At least, that’s what she’s hoping it’ll feel like, god forbid it’s worse. All the same she moves in accordance until head hits pillow and she’s breathing in sharply, “whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.” Be it remove a shirt, keep still or you know - don’t pass out from pain.

a part of him still couldn't believe that all of this was happening right now. it all seemed so surreal, like this was a dream rather than reality. swallowing, harry watched as she laid down, shifting further onto the bed as he sat up on his knees. for the moment he laid the dagger down, hook gripped tightly. "tell me 'ow we're gonna do this. initials, first name? an' where ye want me tae put it. yer choice, love."

There’s a nervous energy surrounding them, a level of genuine concern radiating from the two of them and yet they both are committed. “I...” silence for a long moment and then she’s sitting up, quick to remove her shirt, twisting it in her palms. “My side or my abdomen. Don’t care which one.” Gaze studies Harry, checking for any hint of uncertainty. “Do what you want to do, mark me however you desire.—— I’m ready.”

a small part of him is nervous about all of this. harry had planned just for him to be marked, not the both of them. but he knew uma meant it, wouldn't be allowing it otherwise. nodding, he shifted to straddle her waist, right hand gently pressing against her chest to have her lay back. "tell me if I need tae stop at any point and we can take a break, okay? last chance tae change yer mind."

Short breath inward as she readies herself for what's to come. The pain will be something she's only partly used to, being stabbed isn't exactly new but it also means she's going to have to attempt to remain still. Hard.  "I know Harry." Uma nods as she lifts the hand holding her twisted shirt, biting down on the fabric in preparation.

gaze roams over her, heart hammering away. he's both nervous and excited about this whole situation. after a few moments of just gazing down at her harry brings down the hook to her side, pressing it into the skin deep enough to leave a scar -- carefully beginning to write out the 'h'.

For a moment Uma wonders if he's going to back out of this, but then he's moving and there's a sharp pain radiating through her body, brows knotting while muffled screams melt into the fabric of her waded shirt. Oh, it definitely hurts -- more than she anticipated. It'll be worth it in the long run, she knows this. She wants this, wants to be marked as his forever. Wants to prove to everyone in Auradon, on the Isle -- EVERYWHERE, that she belongs to Harry.  Fingers twist into the bedsheets to keep herself as still as possible, knowing if she keeps moving it'll be harder for Harry to continue.

he absolutely hates knowing that uma is in any sort of pain that he's causing. yes, she wanted this but it hardly helped harry when he was supposed to protect her. but there's no protesting, just the clear obvious discomfort and pain from the action. he forges ahead, finishing up the 'h' and moves onto the 'a', hand moving carefully, trying to ensure it's as neat as possible.

No, this is nothing like being stabbed. How could she have possibly thought it would be similar, no this is far more painful than being stabbed. Hell, she would rather be stabbed by a RUSTY blade than go through this again. Once will certainly be enough.  Eyes fall shut as another letter begins to be carved into her skin, tears falling behind shut eyes, continuing to bite down against the shirt. Realistically there will be a point in which she should get him to take a break, but she's worried if they stop she won't want to continue, the pain getting to her. Instead she's keeping herself calm despite the overwhelming pain, or trying to

guilt has already built up as harry chances a look up towards uma, absolutely hating the pained expression. she may try to hide it well, but he knew her far better than anyone else. "shh, it's alright, love. yer doing so good. we'll be done soon, okay? lemme know if ye need a break." harry wants to get this done as quickly as possible, but he also knows this can't be rushed. second letter done, he's wiping at the blood with the long sleeved shirt before moving onto the third, doing all he can to make this over sooner.

His words sound like there's a hand over his mouth, muffled and distant and it occurs to her, somewhere through the blinding pain that her body is in fight or flight mode. Rational thought flittering through irrational thought over and over again, one part telling her to shove Harry off of her and beg him to stop, the other wanting to continue so she can bear his mark PROUDLY. It's hard to listen to ether, but she tries. Soft whimper is all he gets, next to the slightest of head nods and her eyes open once more, blinking up at him through the tears. Legs feel heavy against the bed the longer she forces herself not to move, and god damn it Uma knows if she can't keep herself still she'll have to use her magic.

heart aches knowing how much pain his captain is in right now. if he had the magic to take it all away, he would do so in a heart beat. all harry can do right now is make soothing noises and make this end as soon as possible for uma. he's moving onto the next 'r', hand steady in order to ensure it's as neat and lined up as possible. "almost done, love. yer doing so good. 'm so proud." words are murmered softly, keeping his focus on finishing up. then he's finally on the last letter, hook carving the 'y' carefully before he's pulling the hook back and leaning down to press kisses to the tears. "shh, it's okay. yer okay. ye did so good. we're done."

Unimaginable. That's the only way that she can explain the pain. Yet knowing that it's deep enough to scar, to mark her skin in his honor forever? It's got a swell of contentment blooming within her chest, proud to wear his mark; his own words repeating in her tired mind.  Vaguely she's aware of his movement onto the last letter, but it's all began to blend together and the only relief is when metal is removed from her flesh and his weight is pressed lightly against her; reassurance in words and kiss. Jaw is slack in audibly loud sigh, whine falling as her shirt's removed from her mouth; ignoring the dampness as it falls against her neck. "You're lucky I love you." She sounds so weak despite attempt at joking. A hand lifts to cup his cheek, her own version of reassuring him that she's alright. The pain she feels now, is NOTHING compared to what it was moments prior.(edited)

though he knows that this was exactly what uma had asked for, he stills wants to sooth and take all the pain from her. they're finished now, no more pain to come now. at least that was a reassurance. harry manages a faint smile, gaze warm as he leans into the hand, nuzzling it. "luckiest man alive tae 'ave tha' honor. I love ye so much. 'm sorry tha' ye were in so much pain. i never enjoy seeing that fer ye. but yer all done. no more pain." at least not as bad as that had been. there would still be pain with the wound until it healed fully and scarred over.

Words have her heart soaring with a feeling she now knows is love, tired smile playing at her lips. "I'm alright, honest." She was, now. "Up -- I need booze." It's short and to the point, patting at his cheek and moving the second he's complied. Pushing herself up with hand, careful not to let her side press into the bed as she does. Uma's almost stumbling when she stands fully, light headed but she powers through it, determined to push past the feeling. "Ah." Relief as she makes it to her desk, pulling out a bottle she'd kept in the bottom drawer, instantly making her way back to the bed -- SLOW this time. Lid is off and bottle pressed to her lips the second she's securely back atop the bed, taking two long swigs with a hiss. "You're going to need this too."

concern is still evident in his gaze once he's move, eyes carefully tracking uma and every single movement she's making. he knows that if she needs him at any moment, he'll be right up and there by her side. tha was how it always had been since the day they met. nothing had changed in the many years that the two of them had spent side by side. "yer gonna need some rest after this, ye know. blood loss an' all." harry shifts closer once uma is back onto the bed, lips pressing against her shoulder as he peers at the bottle of alcohol. "maybe should 'ave started with this. ye drink now, though. more worried about ye than me."

Blood loss. Yeah, she's aware of it. Hell, she's surprised frankly that her body hasn't pushed her into shock, but she's grateful it hasn't happened. "We both will, Harry." Is countered with soft smile, amused. He always did have a habit of worrying about others before himself, a trait that Uma's admired since day one. "I promise you I'm alright." Bottle is offered to him, insistent. "Trust me. You're going to want a buzz going during it all." Eyes fall to the formerly forgotten dagger, what started it all. "Once this is all done, I think I've still got some rubbing alcohol from when we scavenged the first week in Auradon."

right, yeah. he was going to need it too since he was up next. harry had been so focused on his concern over uma and making sure she was okay that he had nearly forgotten what was coming next. reaching out, the first mate grabbed the bottle, bringing it to his lips and taking a nice, long sip. it takes a bit more than a few sips to get him buzzed, or anything remotely of the sort, but he'll take what's available. lowering the bottle, he gave a small nod. "good idea. don't want anything getting infected. least we got the luxury of 'aving better medical supplies 'ere. saves us the trouble."

She's grateful that he's willing to listen to her, willing to take her advice. Eyes fall shut as he does so, listening to him only to laugh. "Fucking Auradon." Of course they had better medical supplies, people actually gave a shit about others over here. Uma knows that in those half assed images the Isle strung together about healthcare there was always something about cleaning wounds with whatever you had, keeping it covered so nothing rubbed. Shit -- they'd survived this far, hadn't they? Both of them had scars from battles long since passed, they'd manage this. "Alright." Uma hums out, pushing herself into sitting position, back straight. "Have you decided where you want it?"

he snickers softly before taking another sip of the alcohol. "assholes," he grunts. they had all of this stuff here, food that went and got wasted by all these spoiled brats. and what had they gotten for two decades? nothing but the trash and leftovers from this damned place. apparently that was all they deserved. gaze still follows her carefully as he takes yet another sip before he's holding the bottle back out towards uma. setting the hook down, harry tugs off his shirt. "think so. want it on me side tae, i think. just a little below me hip." hands are reaching to unbutton his pants, shifting them down enough to make it easier.

She's moving the bottle to rest it on the floor out of their way, but only after taking another swig herself. As he removes his shirt Uma can feel her nerves starting to crawl out of the shadows, gaze roaming over his skin. To know that she's going to add to the scars already against his skin, like another tattoo; it's a strange feeling. "Yeah?" Uma's silent once more as she moves to grab the forgotten dagger, straddling his legs if only to help ensure once they start he won't move too much. "Here?" Fingers dust across bare skin, few inches below his right hip. "Whatever you need to do while I do this...scream, curse -- bite into something. Do it, it'll help take your mind off of the pain for a little while."

and there it goes again, his heart is racing once more when he realizes just what's about to happen. he's been thinking about this for so long, it really does still feel like a dream that it's finally happening right now. gazing up at her, harry lets out a soft breath, shiver running through him as uma's fingers brush against the spot. "i -- right there, aye." nerves have gathered already, though there's absolutely nothing that could ever change the first mate's mind on this matter. "alright. i'll try what ye did." reaching for his shirt, harry crumples it up and bites down into the material before he's laying down on the bed.

Under any other circumstance she would have noted how beautiful he looked within the moment, but all she can think about is the pain she just went through, knowing that she's about to put Harry through that exact same thing. "It's going to hurt more than anything you've ever felt before --- but it'll be over quick, aye?" Uma's grip on the dagger is loose for a moment before breath is taken inward and she's tightening once more, offering a nod to him and leaning forward. One hand is splayed against his abdomen acting as an indication of where they'd agreed on while the other hovers above the spot; gaze flicking to meet his once more before blade meets skin to begin the U.

this isn't anything that harry hasn't gone through before. this is hardly the first time that he's had a knife to his skin in such a way, but it's the first time that it's gone consensually and so intimately. hardly changes the immense pain that comes with it, though. he manages a small nod to show he understands, and then the sharp pain begins. harry lets out a muffled shout through the shirt, using all of his willpower not to squirm away from the blade against his skin.

Is this how he felt when it was him digging into her skin? Worried. Terrified. Concerned. There’s so many conflicting emotions but she knows just as he does that they’ve agreed to this, knows how much it’ll mean once it’s over with. So she’s trying her best to keep her hand steady as it carves out the letter, grimacing with free hand pushing against Harry’s skin. “I know baby, I know.” Hushed tone.

he'd nearly forgotten just how agonizing this entire thing could be. trying to focus on the other hand pressed against his skin, harry keeps his eyes on uma, doing all he can to ignore the immense pain. it'll be worth it in the end, that much he knows. getting through it is merely the difficult part.

If she could dull his senses with magic she would without question but truthfully she doesn’t think she can manage focusing on that while doing the task at hand; not unless she didn’t care about if it was sloppy or not. “So good.” Praise offered as she moves onto the ‘m’, dagger pressing into skin once more. The blood gathering with each press forward, mumbled curse by the time she’s finished the letter. Uma has already grabbed part of the bedding to wipe at the blood, it’s ruined anyways at least this way she can see clearly for the last letter.

that urge to squirm away from the knife or try and struggle against it all was rising, try as he might to fight it all down. harry whimpers softly through the shirt, eyes falling shut as he squeezes them tightly. he barely feels the blood being wiped away, only feels that sharp, fiery pain washing over him from the knife. harry knows it'll be done soon, focuses on that instead of the pain.

Last letter begins with careful and steady movements, trying to ignore how she wants to stop if only to keep his pain at bay. Uma doesn’t stop.  She can’t, not when they’re this close to finishing. The a is almost finished, blade piercing skin as it rounds out the letter, dragging down to flare out the tail and then — “Done. “ dagger slips from bloodied fingers to be replace with bedding once more wiping at the open wounds, as if that’ll stop the bleeding completely. “It’s all over Harry. You’re done. “ gentle tone of whisper, carefully moving off of him to seated position beside him, stained fingers brushing away hair from his forehead. “Look at me—- are you okay?”

all that registers for the time being is the pain. he wants to dart away, wants to scream and yell but all that comes out is muffled noises with the shirt stuffed in his mouth. harry isn't certain how much time passes. ot feels far too long rather than the short amount that he knows it has to be. he barley registers uma's words, not until the first mate can feel the fingers bruising his hair away. slowly, eyes flutter open as he obeys her words, dark hues peering up at his captain. reaching up he tugs the shirt from his mouth, managing a faint smile in her direction. "aye -- 'm fine. hurt like 'ell but... worth it." beyond worth it, knowing that her name would forever be a part of him. all by uma's hand.

Uma knows they must look an absolute mess to anyone that happened to cross their path. But all she can think about is the fact that it’s over with, that she’s officially marked by him forever. “I love you.” Shes tired. So fucking tired but she means each god damn word, whole heartedly. Lips catch his softly before she’s pulling away and stepping off of the bed, “Stay.” Despite her low energy there’s still no questioning that it’s an order rather than simple statement. It takes a few minutes to get everything she needs set up in her bathroom but eventually it’s ready and only then has she made her way back to Harry, sitting on the beds edge beside him. “We need to get them clean —- get us less bloody. “

smile widens immediately just by those three words. ones that had been forbidden not so long ago for the both of them, and yet harry supposed he'd known for some time that he had been utterly in love with her. soft whine escapes at the quick kiss, tempted to go after her but the order has harry remaining exactly where he is. once uma has returned, the first mate is pushing himself up, scooting towards the edge of the bed beside her. "an' 'ere I was beginning tae enjoy all the blood. kinda hot." but there's no protest from harry. he knows they need to clean the wounds before an infection can begin spreading.

Soft laughter falls from the sea witch, a shake of her head to follow as lips press once more to his own; fingers ghosting across his own. “You can make me bleed again, another time.” It’s a promise that she knows both with keep. Umas up once more to guide him to the bathroom, water already running for the shower, not terribly hot but enough to keep them warm and clean. “I found some relatively clean padding we can use to keep them covered too.”

she seems to enjoy teasing him with the quick, over nearly as soon as it begins kisses today. harry was more than tempted to just wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into a long, over due kiss. he refrains for the time being, grin lighting up his features just from those words. "deal." walking, harry hadn't realized just how light headed he was until then. shaking it off as best as he can, he pulls off the rest of his clothing. the padding was a good find given that way nearly an impossible item to find back on the isle. "a good find." reaching for her hand again, harry moves towards the shower and steps inside, knowing full well the water won't feel the most pleasant on the new wounds.

Ultimately there would be a few nights of pain to follow with their new scars. But was it worth it? One hundred fucking percent it was with it. Uma remains silent as she moves with his guidance, stepping into the shower with breath inward knowing the water isn’t going to be great. Temperature was an issue which is why she hadn’t made it terribly hot but just the constant pressure against newly dug out skin — “Fuck.” Yeah, it hurts. Eyes scrunch shut for a moment before she’s pushing through it because it’s the only way they’re going to get themselves clean.

he'd been right -- the water was far from pleasant as it tended to be. shifting in front of uma, back to the spray, he kept himself there for the time being. sure, harry knew that they needed to get cleaned up with all of the blood but he would have preferred remaining all bloody than deal with this right now. "aye, me exact thought," he grunted. this is what happened whenever you had a new, fresh open wound with a not so gentle spray hitting it. "ure we can't jus' stay all bloody?"

The water is the problem. Yet it’s also what is going to keep them from infection, or at least partly. “We cant.” uma encourages before tilting her head forward to press against his chest, eyes falling shut as she does. She can feel his name being cleaned by water, but it still hurts. “Only a little longer.” Pushing back a hand moves over her face only to glance at her own mark against his flesh, it looks raw but it’s cleaner than it had been.

arms slip around her, careful not to touch the wound or anywhere near it. last thing harry wants to do is cause anymore pain than necessary. really, he could stay like this forever. uma in his arms, holding her close. gaze peers at her curiously, letting it slowly roam over his name carved into her flesh. it shouldn't please him as much as it does, but harry had never said he was sane. "think we're good tae go now?"

Umas hesitant to leave the warmth offered but she gives a nod, untangling herself from him albeit reluctantly. “Turn off the water.” It’s soft as she steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel for herself and passing him another. She’s careful to avoid rubbing the name carved into raw flesh, only to drop the towel there after and reach for Harry once more, guiding him back to bed. “Think you can manage starting a fire or will bending hurt too much?” Pointed gesture to the worn out fireplace opposing them. “I uh, don’t think sleeping in these sheets is going to help our marks. I think I have a set ... it’s not matching or anything special— bit torn but it’s better than blood stoked.”

though he wants to keep her in his arms for longer, harry is quick to follow orders as he always is. water is quickly shut off before he's stepping out and taking the towel offered, drying himself off and carefully avoiding the flesh wound. tossing the towel to where ehe discarded one landed, harry follows after her, gaze flickering over towards the fireplace. "I'll manage it." pain was hardly anything new to the first mate. making his way towards the fireplace, he set to work, listening as uma spoke. "anything is better than the blood soaked sheets right now. we'll manage with it jus' like we always do."

At his compliance Uma's moving into action herself, tugging at the blood spoiled fabric until it's off and she's kicked it onto the floor. Quite frankly she's far too tired and weak to worry about cleaning it right now, so on the floor the bedding will remain until sunrise when deemed fit. Pleasantly surprised that the blood hasn't soaked right through to the mattress Uma's humming to herself as she goes to fetch the other set. "Yeah --- definitely not up to BOREDONS standards, but it works." Still nicer than anything they could find back home,even with it not really fitting the bed itself. She's only managed to get it laying atop the mattress, rather than tucked although the second blanket she's found definitely does the job; warmer than the last --- given the winter air, it certainly helps. Once she's finished she's silently ducking back to the bathroom, fetching the padding she'd found along with half sticky medical tape --- again, does the job. For a little while at least. "We'll need to find something stronger tomorrow." Murmured tone as she attempts to cover her own mark, grunting in frustration as she does.

it's not long before harry has the fire going, ignoring the pain hunched over as he is. her words make him chuckle, always amused by their little nickname for this place. it was one of the reasons harry couldn't stand being in the dorm assigned to him. everything was just far too pristine and perfect in it. much too auradon for his own taste. harry wasn't used to any form of luxury and it made him uncomfortable being offered such things. straightening up, he catches the grunting, amused little smile on his lips as he makes his way back towards the bathroom. "we'll figure it out. jus' as we always do. 'ere, lemme help." reaching out, harry gently holds the pad down to help make the taping easier. "gonna take a while fer it tae heal up."

Loud exasperated sigh leaves and her arms flail to the sides, giving up for a moment as he helps; though she is thankful -- silent nod in his direction. "Wouldn't expect it not to." There's a hiss as she presses tap to skin, firm as it needs to be. "Sucks but it'll pass, and once it does the scarring can begin." They'll be forever marked in the others name, a true union of belonging. The thought has a smile curving upwards despite the discomfort of toying with skin so raw. "Thanks." Uma's leaning to the side, grabbing another piece before hand shoes him upright so she can return the favor; "If you hear me groaning in my sleep -- i've probably rolled onto my side."

knowing that these wounds will eventually scar over and be permanent on their bodies has the first mate utterly pleased. straightening up, he lets uma do what she needs to cover up the wound on him. "gusss I'll jus' 'ave tae tug you back an' make sure yer not on yer side any longer." not like harry got much sleep most night anyhow. sleeping beside uma always helped, but it was an often occurence for the first mate to wake up in a panic or screaming. "an' tae think I was gonna suggest matching tattoos. this is even better than I could 'ave imagined."

Laughter leaves, "It's not like I'm rolling off the bed, Harry." Once she's finished with his mark she's putting the tape back into the bin she'd had it in, pushing up and lacing their fingers together to guide him back out to the bed. "Matching tattoos, huh?" Glance ventures over the first mate, lingering briefly. "Might still want to do that." Crawling across the top of the bed, feet kick at the blanket until she's able to actually peel it away and wiggle beneath it; ensuring she's left room for Harry to come join her. "Did you have any ideas, because I feel like ---- we should do something for Carlos and Gil too."

"still gotta keep ye safe." he's beginning to realize just how exhausted he is now, adrenaline from earlier having run out. it takes the last of his energy to follow after uma towards the bed. seconds after his captain has settled into the bed, harry is sliding on beside her, climbing under the covers and ensuring he's not brushing at the covered wound. "yeah?" pausing at the question, he thinks it over. "not particularly at the moment. probably something similar like we did with the crew an' our anchor tattoos. something meaningful tae us so we can all 'ave it."

It takes all but a moment before she's moving to cuddle into him, mindful of where the new mark lies, though she's still as close to him as she can be; hand splayed out across his chest. "Mmm, we'll think of it eventually." Uma didn't want Carlos or Gil to think they weren't as important, or that they weren't as loved. For they were. But Uma's also quite positive they wouldn't be as excited to part take in what her and Harry had just done, in fact she' knows they wouldn't be. "Harry ---- I'm glad we did this."

though this was hardly the first time they'd slept in the same bed or cuddled together like this, it always felt new to the first mate. just like it always felt new whenever he was kissing her, or doing just about anything. harry could still hardly believe they had this. he refrains from wrapping an arm around her, knowing that he'd be putting pressure on the wound. "always do. we could talk to 'em, brainstorm different ideas." wasn't like harry would ask to do this with them -- not when he figured it wasn't something they'd be as into as he and uma were. head turning, his gaze locks on uma's, eyes soft. "really?" that was what harry had been hoping for, worried she might end up regretting it. "I am as well. wouldn't change it fer the world. now the world can know who I belong tae."

He almost sounds shocked which has her wondering if he thought she'd back out, or if she'd been testing him. Brows furrow in slight at the thought. "Of course. I've known for a long time that I loved you -- I just...didn't know it was love." Not like their upbringing helped settle that for them, that's for damn sure. "Makes sense that I'd belong to you and you to me, doesn't it?" Question posed isn't a real question, not when they both know the answer. "Ha." Chuckle at his choice of words, "As if they ever doubted it before. I've been told that we're obvious about it, even back on the Isle apparently." Ironic, wasn't it? That to each other it wasn't apparent, but to others? It was, ten fold.

that was something harry could relate to easily. for so long he'd felt something for uma but had been unaware of just exactly what it was. he'd chosen to shove it down, trying to forget it all. never seemed to work. "couldn't 'ave admitted it back on the isle even if we'd know anyhow. it's always been ye, though. never doubted tha' fer a second." harry knows he doesn't even have to answer the question -- knows the answer they both hold to it already. "really? I always questioned if ye felt anything I did, back on the isle. alwaya wondered 'bout it. we slept together once but tha' sorta thing never meant much there. not until ye, at least.

Eyes remain shut as she listens to him, content to lay there for hours; perhaps even past dawn. Hand against his chest moves to itch at her nose before falling back down, a shrug matching the movement. “I’ve always been guarded. “ more than most people thanks to her mother, although there were a selective few that could relate. “Acting like I cared even remotely would have gotten me in hot water, couldn’t risk it as a Captain.” Uma hopes he knows it’s not an insult, it’s nothing to take away from her feelings for him. “After we slept together ... after that happened,” she’s not verbalizing the loss prior, it’ll make things uncomfortable. “It made me realize officially how I felt about you, I think since then it was just a matter of time, you know?” That’s one positive they can count on Auradon for, giving them the opportunity to hash out their feelings. “Look at us now,” she’s looking up at him now, lips pursing up into soft smile. “Engaged and with two boyfriends.” They were finally happy

that was something that harry could fully understand. she had the entire crew to look out for as captain. any sign of weakness would have only hurt them all in the end. "I get tha'. ye 'ad to protect everyone else. jus' the way we were raised back on the isle. normal fer us." as terrible as it had been, that had all just been the norm for them all. they had never really thought about it. "knew I could get ye in my grasp," he teased lightly. "pretty sure a part o' me knew since we met. which is ridiculous since we were so young but... I wouldn't 'ave let jus' anyone start ordering me 'round." it had always been uma. only her. everyone else who tried ended up beaten some way or another. gaze meets hers before he's leaning to press a soft kiss to her lips. "it's what we deserve. love, happiness. who cares if we're villains. I wouldn't change any o' this fer the world."

It still astounds her that they can experience such soft and normal moments like this. Granted it’s directly after an action most in Auradon would deem INSANE. “If anyone deserves happiness it’s those that were forced into darkness.” uma counters with a sharp nod, wiggling against him to chase for another kiss. It’s true that they all had done some terrible things but they were usually done in order to survive. How could you blame them for such acts of cruelty when it meant staying alive? “Besides - they probably don’t understand our version of love anyways. “

darkness had been all they known. their entire lives had been filled with it. even coming to auradon now, how were the supposed to escape it? smile merely widens as she chases for another kiss, happy to oblige as lips press against hers once more. perhaps others would find all of this odd considering what had just occurred moments prior. harry already assumed they'd get horrified reactions once their scars were shown in the light of day. "no, I don't think they ever could. their version of true love is apparently love spells and lies." was he bad mouthing ben and mal? absolutely.

Loud and genuine laughter escapes the sea witch, face nuzzling into Harry's chest as if she's trying to stifle the laughter. Doesn't work, of course. "Don't forget marrying someone you've only known for a few weeks!" Oh yes, she's heard the stories. Didn't have to look that far, Princess Anna was ready to lay everything down for a stranger and look how that turned out. idiot. "They shouldn't have half the shit they do, can't handle it clearly -- and they think some of us are stupid from lack of PROPER education." Hand waves into the air, clear that she's being sarcastic. "Yet they're some of the dumbest people I've ever met."

wow -- she's absolutely breathtaking every single time harry sees her laughing. and not the cruel, harsh laughter that he knows can come out of her. no, this is that genuine, happy laughter that comes out so rarely. expression softens as hand moves to brush through her hair. "or marrying someone ye met fer a day. 'ow in the 'ell is tha' called true love? these heroes have weird ass ideas o' love." he'd never fully understand any of it. though the two of them were considered villains in their eyes, was it so far fetched to think they actually had something like that? "all i know is i love ye more than i could ever say. ye got every part o' me."

It’s interesting to her how after going through something so physically painful and draining that she can feel so happy this quickly after the fact. Perhaps that was how love truly worked. “Yeah?” She knows how deep his love for her goes, it’s rather apparent given all that they’ve been through together. “Body. Mind. And soul, hey?” Carefully she pushes up onto the side not raw, hand still resting against his skin, an anchor. “I love you too, harry. Nothing will ever change that —— no one will ever change that. “

body, mind, and soul. every single part of him belonged to her. nothing would ever change that. nothing ever had in all the years they'd known one another. "aye. every single bit o' me." harry blinks up at her, curious, though his expression is still soft, open -- loving. "never. I want everything with ye, uma." right hand reaches up, stroking against her cheek. "I want tae give ye everything."

Uma swears that her soul has always known his. The way that they've managed to melt together as one, how could they not find each other in this life and the next? They would walk to the ends of the earth for one another, without question. "Harry --- " Gaze lingers on his features, "You've given me enough already. You've given me friendship, loyalty, happiness -- love."

his gaze remains on hers, unwavering. refusing to look away. thumb strokes along her cheek, just enjoying this moment. harry could spend his whole life just laying here beside uma. hell, he'd be content with doing this just for a whole day. they certainly deserved it after the prior ordeal. "I know tha'. but it won't ever stop me from wanting tae give even more."

Give even more. Uma doesn't think that's even possible, though the notion still has lips spreading into a smile. He's everything she's ever wanted and more. Who would have thought the two of them would end up here, together. "There's nothing more you can give me. I'm happier than I've ever been before, Harry and that's all because of YOU." Because of the love they've finally been able to embrace, and encourage. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, be it on the sea or on land or shit -- in fucking Neverland one day."

nothing was ever going to stop him from wanting to always give even more. that was just his personality, though. whenever it came to uma, there was nothing that he wasn't willing to do for her. lips are finding hers once more, unable to hold himself back from it. there's so much raw emotion, so many words of love. "I like bong able tae give tha' tae ye. I ain't going away anytime soon. me life is yers, I will forever be by yer side. we'll be married soon, 'ave our life together."

Forever was a terribly long time but for Uma, it wasn't long enough. It would never be enough. She wanted two life times over to spend with Harry, to keep this feeling rooted so deep, to keep it alive. "Married." It's out breathy against his lips, eyes fluttering briefly. "You're mine and I am yours." God she wants nothing more than to kiss the air right out of his lungs, but between the both of their marks, it's liable to end up far more painful than need be. Instead she's settling back down against him, favoring kiss and then another to his chest.

he's not quite sure what exactly shifted. perhaps it was the constant questioning that his mind put him through, the doubt that would run rampant try as he might to ignore it. this entire ordeal had solidified everything for them. something that could never be changed, or taken away. soft groan escapes at uma's words, silently cursing the whole healing factor leaving him unable to do much of anything in this moment. "always yers. gonna 'ave a whole life after we burn auradon tae the ground. can do anything we want. 'ave one another, gil, carlos. happiness, love --." right hand moves down, fingers lightly brushing along her stomach, careful of the wound. hoping uma will understand the meaning without him saying it.

Burning the whole fucking place to the ground was ultimately the goal here. They wanted to see Auradon burn, see it RUINED in ashes and rubble. It's what Auradon deserved, after all. But all those thoughts are halted abruptly as touch ghosts against her skin, blinking once and then twice before she's staring up at Harry. Confusion and then -- "Harry." There's no possible way he means what she thinks he means, is there. Forced chuckle and feigned half smile. "The blood loss is getting to your head. --- You need sleep."

reaction is expected, one that harry had grown used to over the years. uma had done the same thing weeks prior when he had mumbled something about wanting to marry her. he understood why it was done. deflection was easier for them than actually facing certain things they didn't want to. "uma --." head gives a small shake. sure, harry is tired. down right exhausted from everything. but this was important, wasn't it? "look, I -- there's a lot more tae it than not wanting tae be like me da' as a father. we both know tha' me insanity ain't jus' an act like most think. I know me mind is fucked up. mentally ill, they call it. I did some research, found out tha' kinda shit can be passed down through families. it scares me, knowing I could give tha' tae a child. no one deserve tae feel what I do."

Serious conversations like these often end with the two of them opening up more than they already had, which Uma wasn't sure even possible. Yet time and time again she's proven wrong.  The last time they'd spoken about children it hadn't settled right with her, but she'd promised him she'd come to terms with it and now --- "Shit." Uma breathes out slowly, listening to his words. Not that she was wanting for him to get into the details if he wasn't ready. But here they were, talking about it. "You're right. No on deserves to feel the way you've felt. No one deserves to go through what you have but it doesn't mean it's a for sure thing." Was it likely, sure. But didn't mean it always happened. "Why --- we don't need to be talking about this."

he had quickly shit down the last conversation they'd had about this particular topic. harry had been scared, fearing the truth that he had found out upon coming to auradon. back on the isle, this sort of information hadn't been readily available. harry had always known something was off with his head -- knew not everyone heard voices. it wasn't until arriving here the first mate had learned about mental illness officially. "I know tha'. there's a percentage fer different kinds of diagnoses." not that he had any clue what it was he had. "why not? we're getting married now. I know I shut it down last time, an' I'm sorry, uma. I was scared. felt guilty."

When did he have time to learn about this shit? Better yet WHY had he bothered to learn? There's too many questions and far too much emotion mingling together as Harry talks, her eyes falling shut as if its going to help will away from of the thoughts. It doesn't.  Yes they were getting married but did that change anything? Was he really going to be okay with having children? "We all have fears." Uma's silent another moment before eyes open, studying him carefully. "Are you telling me that you want children? --- That you're changing your mind?"

biting down on his lower lip, harry's mind was all but racing. far faster than usual, and it tended to be rather fast most days. he'd never imagined being able to have this sort of life where marriage and a family was possible. yet here they were now, where it was more than a possibility in their lives. he'd always been great with children, though harry had tried to keep his guard up most of the time. it slipped, though, with the kids they protected. training them, teaching them, ensuring no one would harm any hair on their heads. that was the sort of thing fathers did, wasn't it? real fathers. biting down harder on his lip, the first mate could feel tears welling up. it was frightening, knowing what could happen. "I'm terrified what could 'appen. but -- we already almost did. an' I jus' keep thinking what if? we were so close tae being parents already."

No one could say that they didn’t love each other. The two of them had sacrificed multiple things to be together long before love was even truly recognized and in the big picture. Harry is right of course, they almost were parents. That what if had haunted Uma ever since, but she’d been ignorant to think it never lingered on Harry’s mind as well. “I ——“ hand reaches for his own to lace their fingers together gently. “You know where I stand. If this is you saying you’re open to it, as scary as it is —- then alright.” Oh it’s down right terrifying but if she’s got Harry and the other two by her side, it’ll work out like it always does. “Harry, you’d be a wonderful father. “

try as he had to ignore it all on the beginning, that what if haunted him just as much. they could have had a child now -- three years old at this point in their lives. harry tried not to think of it too often, knowing that it was only a what if and nothing more. hand squeezes her own, gripping a bit too tight. this is an emotional conversation, one that had harry utterly terrified and nearly shaking. but it needed to be out in the open finally. "I -- I am." tears are falling now, partly because of the overwhelming and emotions and partly due to uma's words. "I don't wanna be like me da' as a father. I wanna give 'em love, acceptance, compassion. no pain an' sorrow. but what if I do, uma? what if they get what I got?"

Children. It was possible for their future after all this time, all the fear that still lingered. He was willing to try and that’s all that really mattered. The emotions aren’t lost on her however, her own eating away at her both in joy and her own irrational fears. “Don’t do that to yourself, baby.” Soft coo despite the hardened grip. “You will never be like him. He’s not a father, he’s a shell of a man. Are you kidding? Look how you are with the kids back home! You took care of them, taught them how to protect themselves!” Two things that Hook had never done for his own children. “If our children... then we deal with it, we love them as they are. Nothing would change that.”

the cycle of abuse could be a cruel, hard thing. harry knew that he had a violent streak, knew he was capable of quite a bit whenever it came to that violence. but as much as harry wanted to be like his father, he never wanted to be abusive like that towards those who didn't deserve it. "it jus' felt right, doing tha' fer them." and it spoke volumes to the kind of person harry was beneath all of the hardened exterior. sighing softly, he forced his grip to loosen on uma's hand. "no, o' course nothing would ever change tha'. I jus' know what it's like. no one deserves to feel like this. ever."

It’s proof to Uma of the kind of father that Harry would be. The love that he would hold for their own children, hell for ANY children she had in the future; be it his or Gil’s or even Carlos’s. “Harry.” She’s tilting chin up to look him in the eyes properly, still keeping their fingers laced. “You are not your father. Just as I am not my mother. We are better than they ever were harry. We will be better parents too. “ she firmly believes that. “You’ve done so well, I’m proud of you.”

difficult to accept most days. they had been taught so many harsh lessons, had so many people believe the very worst of them just because of who their parents were. none of it was fair, but this was their lives. "no. we can be better than they ever were." harry believed that. "ye got no idea 'ow much it means tae 'ear that from ye. I'm proud o' us."

Sea witch leans forward to press chaste kiss to his lips, a silent affirmation as to how much she loves him. “Together forever.” They will be different than all those before them, they will pave the way for their children. No limits and no pain. “I guess —-“ grin stretches across her face, clearly amused. “This means that the sex Ed class was pointless huh?

he's going to be beyond thrilled once their wounds heal and he can start chasing more from those kisses. for now it's enough, though. knows what's behind it -- the feelings under the surface. "always an' ferever." harry blinks before laughter is spilling out of him. fuck, that was right. this made the whole thing pointless. "guess it does. can't believe I suffered through tha' class fer it tae mean nothing now." a pause. "are ye gonna start the birth control still, or?"

Joined laughter as she once more settles down against him, chest laying against his chest as fingers intertwine with his own. “I’d say sorry but honestly watching you scare half the people in the class just by looking at them? hilarious.” The mention of birth control is a very good point. Harry has just agreed he’s on board with having children but did that mean they intended to start trying right away? “I don’t know. If I’m honest, I’d rather finish what we’ve started here in auradon before having a kid —- I know it doesn’t always work that way but...” she shrugs. “I guess it’s more of a if it happens, it happens, kind of thing. “

okay, so maybe terrifying half the people in the class had been well worth it. harry could distinctly recall all the glares he'd sent their way, how he bared his teeth when people tried passing anything to him. "it's always fun 'aving people scared o' ye." came in handy quite a bit of the time. "never much o' a planned thing even when trying." sometimes it happened, other times it may not. biology was so odd to the first mate. "guess I'm kinda surprised it 'asn't already 'appended again considering, well." considering they didn't exactly use any type of protection. not that it had been a luxury before. still, even here it didn't happen.

Considering they never used condoms and Uma never once took birth control. Yeah, she's very much aware. "I know." She shrugs again though, there is a thought. "Uh...maybe I should." Not just for their sake but -- "Should probably talk about this with Carlos and Gil too." Not that she had slept with Carlos yet, mind you but shit -- with all of them in a relationship, intimacy is bound to happen whether they're ready or not like Harry said. "You know when I do get pregnant, Gil's probably going to treat me like I'm porcelain."

it was probably the best idea, given that getting pregnant right now wasn't the best option. not with their plans all set in motion. "whatever ye wanna do, love. is tha' stuff super effective? might 'ave toned out a bit o' what was said." not that he was sorry about that. he'd gone, at least. "good idea. an' the whole, ah, marks thing probably." though harry wasn't certain how that reaction would go. "wouldn't be surprised. bet the whole crew will do it tae. wanna take care o' ye."

Uma's lifting their hands together briefly before dropping them down against his stomach, lips twisting up in purse. "It can be, but nothing is one hundred percent accurate. I could still get pregnant even while taking the pill." But it's better than them doing absolutely nothing to prevent pregnancy. "They should know." About everything, because they were in a relationship. Because they loved their  boyfriends, therefore they deserved to know what waas going on, didn't they? "Ugh ---- you're probably right. Maybe I'll be super grumpy when pregnant, and everyone will just avoid me. It'll be great."

gaze drops down to where their hands are resting against his stomach, giving a small squeeze. "good tae know. guess I should 'ave paid some attention in that class. but it was all so boring." harry agreed, even if a small part of him was nervous about what the reaction would be to the names carved into their skin. but there shouldn't be any secrets in the relationship. they were all still learning how to manage it all, but harry knew that secrets would only hurt them all in the end. "no secrets. we'll tell 'em soon." they had to be transparent and open for this to work. "love, 'ate tae break it tae ye but pretty sure the grumpiness is something the crew is used tae. doubt it'll work out fer ye tha' way.”

She can't blame him for not paying attention, a lot of it was pointless even to Uma. Truthfully she had only paid attention to the point of birth control, rather than any other issues of the class. "Excuse you." Uma's laughing softly, "I am never grumpy." Load of shit and they both knew it. While she could be rough and strict, she was fair with her crew all the same. "Pregnant women can be awful with mood swings, apparently." Smile tugs at her lips before eyes fall shut, listening to his breathing. "You better not treat me any different when I'm pregnant."

try as he might, harry can't hold back his own laughter. they both knew that was a damn lie. he'd seen every part of her, the good and the bad, and loved her all the same. "whatever ye say, cap'n. I ain't gonna admit a thing." apparently he had absolutely no idea on this subject matter. not exactly their fault considering it wasn't common knowledge back on the isle. "never. doesn't matter if ye were carrying a child, yer still the same uma. fierce, protective, strong. wouldn't treat ye any differently."

She's beyond grateful that despite how this night originally started, despite the pain they would feel and discomfort for the next few days --- they were able to be light and joke aorund together.  "Good answer, Harry." Contented sigh leaves full lips as she wiggles closer to him, careful not to press herself too close, wary of both of their marks. "Pregnant or not -- could still kick your ass if I wanted, bet on that."

no other answer would have sufficed. it was hardly going to be a weakness even if it were to happen before their plans were complete. the idea that someone was frail and weak just because of pregnancy seemed ridiculous to the first mate. he snorts, hand moving to resume brushing through her hair. "trust me, I know. wouldn't want it any other way. though ye gotta stop trying tae turn me on when we can't 'ave sex. ye kicking me ass is hot."

Soft laugh leaves her lips though she remains still against him, smiling even with her eyes shut. "I ain't trying to do anything. Definitely not trying to turn you on but uh -- good to know it's still easy to do." The sea witch is only partly joking, of course. Content to just lay there until dawn with her first mate, content to ignore everyone above deck if need be. "Sex is possible, it just won't be as comfortable as it usually is." Another chuckle, leaning into him.  "I'm sure you'll make up for it later on."

heavy sigh escapes from the first mate. okay, sure, he knows how simple it could be to turn him on but she doesn't have to tease him about it. not that he minds in the slightest. it brings a grin. "yeah, yeah it's easy tae do. not my fault ye know all o' me buttons." this is nice, just laying here. talking. they hadn't done something like this in a while. harry was content, happy. he couldn't ask for anything more. made him wonder if he could convince uma to take the day off and just lay here. "eh, I'll pass until we get healed up. ye know I will. always gotta make ye feel good. most important thing."

Of course she knew all of his buttons, just as Harry knew all of hers. It didnt' take very long for ether of them to learn, nor learn the kinks that the other held. "Mmmm, sure." Uma's still got a smile wide across her lips, only moving to pull the blanket further up atop them, settled back down just as quickly. "Yeah? You never manage to disappoint, Harry." A long pause before she's biting down laughter ---- "Always such a good boy."

harry can't recall the last time that he's felt this relaxed in his life. even with the cold weather, he feels more comfortable than he has. warm, loved, happy. that was all one could ever ask for. before harry goes to reply, that phrase is out and he's shooting her a look, unable to hold back his groan. "uma," he whines out. "tha' is not fair and ye know it!  yer jus' being mean now."

There it is. Oh yeah, she's more than a little pleased with the response that she gets, the response that she knows she would have gotten. Harry is terribly predictable, which makes it that much more fun really. "What?" Feigned innocence as she peaks a glance up at him, shit eating grin still present. "Not my fault you have a verbal kink --- maybe I find it fun." Of course she did.

damn it, he should have expected something like this to happen. it's not like harry can help it whenever those words are used against him. and she knows fully well the reaction brought on from them. huffing, he keeps his gaze on her, trying to look as stern as possible. "fer ye, maybe. I'm jus' getting worked up tae yer amusement. an' it ain't like anything can be done 'bout it. tha' is jus' cruel, love. very cruel."

And then there' laughter again, giggles even. Perhaps it was a little cruel, but could he blame her? It really had been the perfect opportunity to use it against him, he'd set himself up honestly. "I'm sorry but it's so easy." Uma coos, caving a moment later to press a kiss to his chest as an attempt of an apology. "Promise I won't say it again --- not until we're able to do something without pain." Possibly.

another huff, clearly pouting at this point. he's amused by it all underneath the protesting and everything else, try as he might to hide it. "hmph. jus' mean, uma." a smile slowly begins to form after the kiss, deciding to relent and ease the pouting. "knowing ye I wouldn't put it past ye tae do it again. but I'll take yer word fer it now. otherwise I'll get my payback once we're all healed up."

It's easy for them to go back and forth like this, but the fact that they can do it so OPENLY is what Uma focus's on. That they're finally able to express how they feel, and fuck whoever sees. Fuck whoever has an issue with it. "Payback?" She scoffs at the thought. "Please, I could get you whining under my touch before you even thought of payback." She could, but he has ways of unwinding her too. Proven by the last two times they'd slept together, how dominant Harry was capable of being.

this was hardly how harry had expected this all to go, but here the two of them were. this back and forth was beyond entertaining, and harry was enjoying himself. uma was right, though. she knew every single way to break him down and have him come undone. still, he's not afraid to push back just a little. "says the one who was writhing an' moaning underneath me the last two times we fucked. so eager fer it. don't think I can get ye whining underneath me again?"

Ah yes, two could play at that game, couldn't they? Uma's biting at the inside of her cheek, lips pursing together before sighing. "Maybe you can --- maybe you can't." There's no doubt in her mind that he could, with ease. Whether he took control again or not, it was easy for her to come undone when with Harry. "Guess we'll just have to wait and find out, huh? See whose right and whose wrong."

eyes narrow slightly, amused little smirk curving up the corners of his lips. well, if that's how she wanted to play it, harry was more than delighted to have his own fun. "I'm gonna be right on this one, jus' so ye know. an' when I am, I'm gonna 'ave you panting an' shaking fer a while. bringing ye tae the edge but never letting ye over it. dunno if I'll let ye get tha' satisfaction or not by the end o' it. maybe I'll jus' leave ye like tha'."

God damn it all. "You'd do that, would you?" Body is turning now onto her stomach, careful of how much weight she puts onto the bed, onto her wound. "If you rob me of my orgasm, I could do the same to you, Harry." Better yet. "You do that to me, maybe I'll find some rope --- give you the same fate we gave Gil back on Neverland."

offering up a teasing smirk, harry pushes himself up onto his elbows, keeping his gaze on her. amused more than anything else. "oh, is tha' 'ow it's gonna be? ye would 'ave tae get control first an' I'm not so sure I'd make it easy this time 'round. not that I wouldn't enjoy being tied up an' all. but I think it would be fun tae see 'ow ye would act, always so close tae tha' orgasm but never allowed tae 'ave it."

Oh,  yeah the conversation was definitely getting to her. Was she about to admit to that, hell no. Not right now at least. "Huh. What makes you think you're in control currently?"  Gaze roams over his features slow, before appearing bored and laying back down comfortably, ignoring the small discomfort of her wound. "Nah -- I think I'll be spending more time with the boys." She's resisting the urge to smile to herself, keeping a stoic face, for as long as she can at least.

that was a good question. in reality, harry was just trying to put on an act, try and see what he could achieve with it. uma was always the one in control, there was no doubt about that one. before anything can be said on his part, the next words are out and eyes are widening. harry shoots up, much to the displeasure of his side, concern in his gaze. "uma, c'mon. don't ye think 'bout ignoring me tha' way." the reaction certainly spoke on the codependency between the two of them.

There it is. The only proof she needed of how easy it was to get under his skin, of how she could remain there for days to come. “No?” Brow arches at his swift movements, half expecting him to be wincing in pain but nothing. “Why not? If we’re apart for a few days the sex might be that much greater.” She knows there’s more to it than that of course. Another moment of pause and then she’s smiling up at him, “Lay down Harry. I won’t leave you like that. “

his head is shaking, a moment of panic setting in at the idea. the last time they'd been apart for a long distance was after he'd tried to kill himself, and that had been agony. though it may seem utterly unhealthy in the eyes of everyone else, harry needed to be by her side lest he fall completely apart without uma. a small whimper escapes, and then there's that smile. her words calm him for the moment, thought he first mate is finally grimacing in pain, hand resting at his side as he shifts back down onto the bed. "ye promise? I don't like being apart from ye. last time was horrible an' I don't want tha' again."

Eyes stay glued to his mark for a moment, waiting to see if it would start bleeding through the padding. Thankfully there’s nothing and thusly she’s able to lay back against him, offering a soft coo as comfort. “Never again. The only time I’ll be without you is in death, and I have no intention of dying any time soon honey.” Kiss is pressed to his chest once and then twice, “and I promise I’ll try not to get you so worked up until your mark is healed.” Key word isn’t it.

once more harry is able to relax, the worry and panic subsided by her words. he supposes it speaks volumes to their relationship just how worked up he could get over something that had most likely just been uma teasing. "I got no intention o' allowing tha' tae 'appen anytime soon either. I'll be by yer side in this life an' the next." smile finally finds its way back to his lips , letting his eyes slide shut. "guess I can try an' promise tha' aa well. only fair."

In this life and the next. His words have a warm sensation spreading over her entire body, a feeling of comfort —- of home. Uma would always protect him and nurture him to her best ability, plain and simple.  “Yeah? Promise is a promise right?” But it really would be so easy to keep their little teasing game up, she wouldn’t even have to do much. “Does it hurt much? You moved rather quickly. “

no matter what came there way, harry would always be there by her side. nothing in the world was ever going to change that. "s'pose it is. guess it all depends if we wanna live up tae it or not. ye do always enjoy teasing." his side does hurt, more so than it had moments ago due to the quickness of the movement. at least he's not bleeding through the bandage. "lil' bit. stupid o' me tae do. me own fault."

Yes, she did enjoy the teasing. “Don’t think we have any pain killers but we do have more booze.” It’s offered simply enough. “Can’t make it heal completely, but I can take some of the pain away so you can try and sleep.” Fingers ghost across his skin slowly, “might make it easier for you?”

"never against any booze." helped a bit with the pain before they had begun, and harry knew fully well how it could easily dull the senses. the offer brings forth yet another smile. no, he's not exactly used to uma using her magic on him, but he trusts her completely. "I wouldn't mind tha' at all. jus' wish I could do the same fer ye."

Soft smile touches at her lips once more before she’s pushing up onto her knees completely, “Im more than alright. I’m a big girl, I can handle a little discomfort.” She could use her own magic on herself but while it would last over a good eight hours for harry it would only last two at most for her. Unless she wanted to delve into the darker magic, which didn’t seem needed. “Hold still yeah?” With that she’s got her hands gently resting against his mark, as lightly as she can before eyes fall shut and she’s focusing her magic on taking away the pain.

that much the first mate was fully aware of. uma was the strongest person that he knew. she could handle absolutely anything that came into her path. "doesn't make me wish I could any less." but unfortunately harry didn't posses that sort of magic himself. he's silent, watching her concentrate on the task. he can feel warmth coming from where her hands are, and slowly the pain beginning to subside. "sure as 'ell put that traitor tae shame with yer magic," he mumbles out.

Harry had other ways of helping her deal with pain, helping her in any matter really. There’s a faint smile on her lips though she doesn’t speak, favouring to continue for another minute and then just as abruptly she’s done, leaning back. “Thank you.” A nod in his direction, “Don’t push it but how do you feel?”

pausing, harry focuses on where the pain had been. it had dulled away, barley there any longer. sure, he could feel a few remnants but it wasn't like it had been before. letting out a soft sigh, he reached out, hand carefully caressing her cheek. "much better than before. thank ye, uma. definitely won't be moving tha' fast again until it's all healed up."

Eyes briefly shut at the touch, leaning into it. home. That is what Harry is to her. “Mhmm.” The healing process would take some time for the two of them but once everything was said and done? It’d would be a beautiful and constant reminder of who they belong to, who held their souls. “What about moving slow?” Brow arches matching a coy grin spreading only for Uma to lean forward and catch his lips in soft kiss.

her question raises curiosity, ready to question what she was getting at until lips are pressing against his. ah, so that was what she was getting at. while harry might not always be a fan of slow, he supposed this would do just fine. keeping his hand against her cheek, he returned the kiss, keeping it gentle, loving.

While she would be more than happy to engage in anything carnal Uma also knows that there’s only so much one can do without further hurting their marks. The natural instinct is to crawl into his lap completely but instead she settles on being where she is, only breaking the kiss to trail new ones along his jaw, murmuring praise and —- “I love you. “

his heart is racing, eyes falling shut as harry focuses on the kiss. normally this would end with them tangled together, softness turning into something a bit rougher. but sadly they're unable to push too much lest both of them want to be in more pain. harry hardly wants to diminish the magic that had been used on him. fighting back a groan, eyes remain closed as he breathes out softly. "uma," whispered like a prayer. "I love ye so much." hand finds it's way to her hair once more stroking through the strands.

She has always loved the way her name sounds on his tongue, no matter the situation or context. “I know.” Bliss, that’s what being with Harry brings her. Pure and raw bliss. Nothing could ever change that, nor any living soul. Oh how she wants to touch him, wants to be that much closer. “Should have fucked before we marked each other.” There’s laughter lingering in her tone as words are mouth against his skin, moving down across his neck. “Oh well —- we can always make up for lost time later. “

any thought of sleep had completely subsided the moment that her lips had found his once more. his adrenaline had run out long ago, and though harry may be tired, like hell was he going to let any of these moments go. this was everything that he could have asked for. so much love, so much happiness. groaning at the words, the first mate wants to kick himself for not thinking about that. "an' now we can't fer a while now." heavy, dramatic sigh escapes from the pirate. still, her actions are hardly helping him right now. neck tilts out of instinct. "or maybe I'll jus' die without getting laid fer who knows 'ow long."

Uma wants to point out that while he says one thing, his body’s instincts are another entirely. It falls to the waist side as lips turn upward into a smile, laughing against his neck. “You’re not going to die from blue balls, Harry. “ not to mention the dramatics of it all. “Give it a few days and you’ll be fine.” Another kiss. “technically we can still do other stuff.”

another groan. leave it to harry, always pulling out the dramatics. it was one of the many things he did best. "who knows, it could 'appen. 'specially since I'm used tae getting laid more often than not." he tries not to squirm, tries to remain still lest he cause any sort of pain. "mm? care tae tell me what." harry knows, of course, but he would much prefer uma say it out loud just for the fun of it all.

It could happen. That has uma laughing once more,  nuzzling into the column of his neck as if to shield the laughter. “If that’s the case I’m pretty sure a lot of us would have died back on the Isle.” Really? Uma’s nipping at pulse point, “You want the technical term?” How they can go from one conversation of dependence to this is astounding. “Well —- we can always make out but you know, with the whole dying from blue balls it’s probably better if I just suck you off instead. “

she has a fair point there. the isle may have been a cruel, unjust place but not everyone tended to be like harry had been. his reputation was well known, which was a fact the first mate prided himself on. even so, uma knows how to break him down and make everything feel new all over. "fuck." it's said so bluntly, so matter so matter of fact that it has his head reeling. "I mean -- tha' does sound like a damn good time."

Had he really expected anything else from her? While Uma always enjoyed teasing she just as thoroughly enjoyed getting to the point. “Told you, theres plenty of other stuff we could do.” Another kiss against skin before she’s moving to prop herself up beside him, gaze roaming over him slowly. Oh, she’s more than content to just sleep the night away in his arms but where would the fun in that be?

she did have a point, as much as harry still enjoyed complaining just for the fun of it. he could manage the smaller things while they healed up if only to ensure less pain for them both. it was their own fault anyhow that they were in this situation. not that harry had any regrets. far from it. he watches her silently, amusement gleaming in blue hues. "ye always know 'ow tae get straight tae the point. I love it.”

“It’s a talent.” Smug grin matching the hint of mischief in her eyes. Fresh wound or not, it wouldn’t stop her from pleasing Harry. So what if they couldn’t have sex? Uma just proved there’s other ways they can enjoy themselves. “Think you’re up for that, hook? Or are we putting a pause on our libidos for the time being?”

a very good question. putting a pause on his libido seemed to be an impossible thing to do even with the fresh wound. while it may not be full on sex, it was certainly still something. and besides, they had all the time in the world right now. no one would bother them. "ye know I'm always up fer it, love. doubt I could ever put a pause on tha' libido o' mine."

Singular brow comes to arch before chuckle leaves the captain. “As do I.” It’s no secret that Harry has had several partners over the years, but none of them does uma hold against him. “Prop yourself up with the pillows.” Shes gesturing to the other pillow beside him, pulling her hair over to one side. “If at any time you need to stop, let me know, yeah?” Uma wasn’t sure if any pressure around his hips would hurt, or even if certain movements would

it shouldn't have come as much as a surprise that the two of them had eventually wound up in this sort of situation. somehow things always seemed to lead down it one way or another. grabbing the pillow, harry is carefully situating that one and the other in order to make it far more comfortable. "O' course, I'll tell ye tha' right away. same goes for ye, love."

Sex was something that Uma enjoyed as a whole but with Harry there was always some added sense of CHAOTIC energy. It was exciting. Orbs are slow moving over his form, pushing the blanket away only to let gaze wander further, lingering on his wound. Pleasure or not, harry would know better than to not tell her if he was in pain and so with her  mind made up she’s moving between his legs, hand patting at his thigh as a silent notion to get him to move it just slightly, giving her more room. Gaze flickers up to his before smirk finds its way upon her features, fingers curling around his cock setting a slow pace.

he's looking forward to this, eagerness coursing through the first mate. really, he had expected the two of them to either keep talking through the rest of the night and into the early morning. or to fall asleep eventually. shouldn't have been too surprised, knowing the both of them. biting down on his lower lip, harry manages to keep himself still rather than bucking his hips up into the hand, knowing full well that would cause some pain. it wasn't easy, though, not with the slow pace uma has set. "fuck. yer such a damn tease," he groaned out.

God, he looks so beautiful in this moment. "Your point?" Uma counters as smirk grows, wrist twisting as she pumps him. Free hand rests on his thigh before she's leaning down against him, tongue trailing along the size of him. They may not be able to hae sex, but she's fully content being able to please him in other forms. Eyes snap up to his once more as she takes him in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she goes.

hardly a point to be made. both of them were fully aware they could teases in these sorts of situations. harry certainly enjoyed trying to get a rise out of uma with his teasing. groaning low, he manages to keep his gaze locked on uma, hand reaching out to grasp at the bed sheet. fuck, this was so much more difficult when he couldn't actually move his hips without any pain.

Does it make it a little difficult to continue knowing that certain movements will limit them? To an extent yes, but it also has something spiking in Uma; knowing that if Harry even tries to lift himself to her touch, it'll hurt.  SMUG that's how she feels, really.  It's easy for Uma to press her luck when in this situation, a glint of mischief catching in her gaze before she's taking him as deep as she can, nearly choking before coming back up and repeating the action.

oh, he's fully aware that uma is completely messing with him in this moment. she's fully aware that he is unable to do much of anything given their current situation, making this all the more difficult. growl escapes as his hand clutches the bed sheets tightly, tugging them. it's getting harder and harder for harry to keep himself still -- harder to keep reminding himself that it's necessary with the pleasure overwhelming him. "fucking 'ell. yer evil."

Uma gets off on seeing him like this, knowing that it's her causing him to completely lose himself within the bliss of pleasured euphoria.  It would be so easy to just crawl atop of him, take them both to another level entirely but with wounds so fresh that pleasure surely wouldn't be enough to take away the pain; the dull ache she feels another frustrating reminder of just that. Lips release him in favor of low chuckle catching in her throat, hand replacing her lost actions to keep the edge up and then -- "If I was evil, I'd STOP."

eyes slide shut, loud moan slipping from nearly bloodied lips. desperation was beginning to sink in, desire only growing. oh, how badly the first mate wanted to further this, move on to that next step and have the both of them completely falling apart with pleasure. but, damn it, harry knew that it wasn't a possibility right in this moment as much as a part of him was tempted to just ignore it all. thoughts are interrupted when uma is releasing him, frustrated groan slipping out until her hand is returning him. eyes slide open, shooting a glare towards her. "we both know yer not below doing tha'." and he was close, too. that would just be torture.

Of course she was capable of it, but that didn't mean she would, even if it was tempting. Hooded gaze shifts from him momentarily, watching her hands ministrations and then; "If we didn't have our marks, I would."  Uma thoroughly enjoyed edging Harry until the point of desperation, but in the situation they found themselves in, it simply wouldn't be fair.  It would be cruel, and that's the last thing she intends, proven as she's taking him back into her mouth, deep.

their marks. even though they had done it just moments ago, that reminder had harry reeling completely. they truly belonged to one another -- body, heart, and soul. before anything can be said, he can feel her mouth around him once more and he's gasping, tugging roughly at the bed sheets as curses spill past his lips. still as frustrating as before not being able to do anything else but lay there. "fuck, I -- uma."

It's beautiful to watch him come undone, to listen to each and everyone single one of his noises; her own hum falling as she comes up for air. "yes?" It's out as though she genuinely expects him to answer, amused and encouraging. It barely lasts before she's going back down, nose brushing against skin and eyes flicker up to his, hollowing her cheeks as she stays in place as long as she can only to come up, repeating it all over again.

he's been completely undone in this moment, desperation taken hold as he forces himself to remain still. moans spill from him, growing louder the more overwhelmed harry becomes with the pleasure. he can't take much more, especially as he watches uma, falling apart all over again. leave it to her to always know what would bring him over that edge. "I'm close," he moaned out, any attempt to give a warning.

[lc-39a]

as is probably sorta clear by me redoing my pages AGAIN (and hopefully for the last time in a long time, bc i really am satisfied with this system)... i’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately... and they’ve been about why some of my f/os switch over time from “omg this is a romantic f/o for sure” to “actually, i don’t think i ever fully felt romantic attraction towards them, but that’s ok, i just crush on them,” and i think i’ve finally got it - among other complex emotional stuff, it mostly comes from how easy i find it to expand on them, beyond their source.

so like, lemme get two of my boys as examples - lou (who is now on my crush list) and kit (who is now and forever on my romantic list)! both of these guys appear one time in their respective medias so i feel like it works (granted, kit had an entire season of ahs, but i feel like that’s about as much screen time as lou gets in nightcrawler).

when i look at lou as i watch, i see him as he is, and who he develops into by the end. but at the end, that’s just it: lou wins and that’s the end. his attitude doesn’t ever change, just his tactics. he’s finally got something that fulfills him, it’s just really fucked up lol. there’s really nowhere else interesting that i can go with him, because it would be out of character, and honestly, before the events of nightcrawler, he was just a Dude and not somebody i’d be into; there isn’t anywhere to go (forwards or backwards) with lou as a person, and thus my brain just kinda shut off about him once the slight jake gyllenhaal fixation wore off by november of 2019.

now, when i see kit, i see a normal person with a normal life who just wants to keep it that way, who is thrown into inexplicable, incredibly traumatizing events. he then has to fight his way out of his predicament, not because he wants to win at life or fulfill a dream, but because he has to in order to fucking survive (and he does so with grace and love may i add). and then, after he does that, he literally just goes back to his normal life as much as he can. and yes, bad things do happen to him even after he overcomes the horrors of the main conflict, but he handles them and continues on. i think about him literally at least once every few days, thinking about how he would live his life on the daily with me before and after the events of canon. because he is shown to genuinely care about things.

the difference between him and lou is, i don’t really want to think about lou hurting people all the time to get his news footage, because i know he’s never going to change. kit can learn and grow, can change, can take care of other people. maybe this is a bad pair to use as an example, because i’ve kinda gone soft and like nice boys now, but i think my point still stands. and hey, maybe a character who sparks no extended lore for me does for someone else, or the other way around, and that’s great! that’s the beauty and excitement of fiction, the way we all interact with it in our many ways..!

anywho, it’s 3:11am as i write this, i’m gonna go shove it in the queue so people see it at a reasonable hour and go do homework bc i’m wide the fuck awake for no reason. love and light besties