#thats certainly new for a ship like this

[poughkeepsies]

okay as someone who was also formerly very much in the supernatural fandom. does it still completely throw you sometimes to see Buddie discussed so openly in interviews? Like its not treated like a joke or something a group of weirdo fans made up, but a genuine possibility for the characters. I keep having a kneejerk supernatural reaction of being like, “you’re allowed to talk about this???”

bestie I am so sorry to tell you but I genuinely never shipped destiel so my spn to 911 pipeline is definitely not the same as the rest of yall I really couldn't tell you

[altruistic-meme]

me: *existing*

my brain: hey heres another fic idea!!! and another!!!! oh wouldn't it be so cool if you wrote this??? wouldn't you LOVE to plan this fic out??? you should definitely plan this one, i promise you don't even have to write it ;) [<- is lying, knows that i'll want to write it even more if i plan it]

[isaacathom]

i had a ridiculously long post in my drafts about my lil firefly knockoff thing ive got buzzing around the brainpan but what if i didnt do that, and made it much shorter

basic setting shit - different systems are daisy chained together by something called the Interstellar Highway, which are fantasy bullshit that basically tunnels through space and loop around the edge of systems for a speed boost. Because of the speeds needed, every system on a highway has a structure called the OnRamp, which basically fucking catapults you onto the highway. theyre great.

it used to be that you would stop at every system on the highway to refuel and to check ship integrity, because engine efficiency wasnt good enough for long journeys. however, in the last 40 or so years, industrial-grade engines have gotten to the stage that they can go 2-3 systems without stopping, and that has naturally meant some systems have started languishing.

the system the story takes place in is one of those, where it primarily acted as a pit stop. the only traffic it really gets now is its own import traffic, which generally goes maybe 1 system over in either direction for essential goods.

because of the lack of Business, the systems sucking shit, and a lot of people in the inner system rely on a gig-economy of delivery ships that travel between them and the onramp.

the ship at the story's core is one of these gig economy ships. it's a like 30yo ship, bought on loan by one Captain Foster Cline, whose hectic routes throughout the system have gotten him within sight of owning the ship outright, but not quite.

the crew can be divided into sub groups, starting with the "captain core":

Foster Cline, a guy in his 50-60s. pretty nice guy overall, jovial and hard-working. owns and manages the ship, and can do most of the jobs alright

Andrea Seward, lady in her 40s. shes very cautious and 'safe', preferring known routes and repeat customers. handles a lot of the paperwork and accounting, though she can apparently pilot.

Ogawa Yuuji, guy in his early 50s. really sweet guy, always trying to help and offer advice even when its unasked for. works as the ships gunner and security guy, as well as being a general strong pair of arms.

These three have known each other for years, Cline and Ogawa in particular going back to before he bought the ship, and Seward being one of their first 'hires' when they went into business.

Then we have the younger gen:

Jalen Romilly, man in his late 20s. He's a guy who likes to follow rules and structures, always wanting things planned out and knowing what's happening. He's also particularly worried about diseases and germs, so he keeps his areas of the shop spotless. He's the ship's slow and steady primary pilot.

Gideon van der Karmozijn, man in his early 30s. He's a creative guy, loves tinkering and trying new shit, and he's always confident it will work. He's the ships primary mechanic, and secondary pilot.

These two are more recent hires, the last 5 years or so, replacing an irregular churn through other pilots and mechanics over the 30yrs of the ships operation.

The basic vibe is this ship always starts its route at the OnRamp, and the captain core + Romilly will sit down and plan out what jobs they're taking for the next little bit, trying to layer as many on top of eachother as they can for maximum profit, with the understanding that they'll revisit the list at every stop to tack more onto the end, continuing a month-long rush of work before they will return to the OnRamp station for a week.

It's gig economy delivery, and it can vary a good deal. You'll get people asking for medicine, businesses asking for raw materials, groups requiring transit from point a to point b, people needing you to transfer shit on their behalf, so on. Most of them it's pretty uneventful, though the need to try and get good profit margins means sometimes tensions can flare. it can be a big mess.

The "show", such that it is structured in my mind, would begin with 2.5 ish episodes of the 'regular shit' for these guys. obviously some of their more exciting or complicated jobs, drama with someone unwilling to pay, so on. at one point they do end up picking up a package from a shady 'merchant' where the implication is that their goods are all stolen. And it's like, well... ? not much we can do. Cline has been a good client of theirs for years, yknow how it is.

then during the third episode, they follow up on a job that needs them to go to a vineyard in high country of one of the planets to pick up a delivery bound for a bar on a different planet. they land a little ways off, and the captain core traipse off to go sort everything out with the owners while the younger gen man the ship.

at which point a group a ruffians descend upon the ship to try and take it.

karmozijn manages to barricade himself and romilly into the bridge and radio for help, and ogawa bounds off. before the others can respond, they get cut off by some members of the group, and shit just fully ensues. cline and seward get into a short firefight in the woods, ending in cline being fatally shot and seward scaring off the hijackers by convincing them that the vineyard owners are coming with firepower (they are, but they were still a few minutes out). on the ship, meanwhile, ogawa ends up fighting the hijackers in the engine room, managing to defeat or scare them off but receiving serious injuries.

with the aid of the vineyard owners, they get cline's body back to the ship and karmozijn is able to very patch-repair the mechanisms in the engine room so the ship will go. because, well... they're in the inner system, aren't they? high country, no less, middle of fucking nowhere. ships damaged, going slow as shit but theyre in a rush. nearest hospital? nearest hospital with SPACE? fucking hell. romilly is eventually able to make contact with an ambulance ship thats willing to make a detour to meet them on its way to somewhere else, and thus they get on a fuking move.

they don't make it to the rendezvous before ogawa dies.

whereas there was nothing they could do for cline, ogawa shouldn't've have died. his injuries were bad, yes, but evidently manageable. with prompt medical treatment, he would've pulled through. and they couldn't get him there.

the ship, two crew down, hobbles back to the OnRamp. each begins a rapid suite of various tasks - Seward is handling job cancellations, paperwork, the police investigation, and also volunteers/demands to be the one to tell Cline's daughter what happened. Romilly is handling talking to Ogawa's family, as well as hiring a new gunner on the double so that they can try to resume work quickly. Karmozijn is handling ship repairs, trying to make it fit into their suddenly stretched budget. and everyones grieving, and everyones handling it pretty poorly.

into this hectic period, covered by a few episodes in my mind, the crew expands not by the expected one, but by three - the new crew:

Petra Cline, Foster's daughter, in her early 20s. she's an adventurous sort who loves to try new things, and in this specific instance shes pissed. She all but demands to be allowed aboard by reasoning with Seward that since the ownership deeds were in Foster's name, as his next of kin she legally owns the ship. Seward decides not to press the issue (it may come up later anyway)

Zayvia Eskarra, nb in their mid 30s. An awkward and poorly social but lovely individual, they're brought on as the ships new gunner largely by dint of being the first person to apply for the position.

Ko Xue, woman in her last 20s. She's confident and brash, working on a vibes-based level on a lot of things. after the first 4/5 crew job goes Okay Ish but not ideal, it's agreed that they need a new pilot to replace Romilly so that he can shift into a managerial position (Sewards idea), and Ko takes that primary pilot role.

A new crew of 5/6 established, they continue on, doing a whole bunch of shit. its largely the same work, very episodic job-of-the-week business. the main underlying thing is the way the crew adapts and grows close, or apart, as the case may be.

there are a few key plots that would occur throughout in the show:

Ko is an extremely qualified ship pilot. like, highway certified. The fact she's working as the primary pilot for a dinky gig ship is bizarre, and it eventually comes to light that this is effectively a side gig for her main job, which is working for a prestigious, slightly dubious inter-system organisation who have their fingers in a lot of pies. she joined because she thought they'd help her make a difference in her dead-end system, but has found that to not be the case, and is locked into an exceptionally long contract. this interferes with her work on the ship on a number of occasions, and some members of the crew are PISSED when her status is revealed because it means shes loaded. its a whole thing.

Romilly has a family (siblings and parents) he supports with his delivery money, who occur throughout depending on how he's doing. there's a lot of drama there about whether he can afford to send the majority of his paycheck their way, especially closer to the vineyard thing, and later too. complicated stuff for him.

Eskarra is, notably, the only member of the crew who is not from the system. They're actually from a place some 4 systems down the highway, having been stranded here when the ship they were working on got 'pulled over' for illegal smuggling, being briefly locked up, and then being unable to pay for passage back home. This causes a sense of disconnect, since they arent anywhere near as familiar with the system as the others, which Eskarra attempts to rectify by like. doing chores. i love them.

Ko and Karmozijn hit it off really well because they both like pushing the ship to the limit, something that upsets both Seward and Romilly, with Romilly taking particular issue with the way Ko handles the ship - he is forced to concede she is the far better pilot, however. As close as the two become, though, Ko expresses little interest in him outside of their shared interests.

Eskarra and Romilly start lowkey dating. its a whole thing

Seward basically alienates everyone aboard the ship as she tries to live up to being the kind of captain that Cline was, which she demonstrably cannot be. she takes a special dislike to Eskarra because they are 'inferior to Ogawa in several ways', many of which have nothing to do with Eskarra's job.

Petra Cline, on the other hand, gets to be on pretty good terms with the majority of the ship, though shes on better terms with the new crew than she is with the others owing to, yknow, The Situation With Her Dad. She's the main person who is still close to Seward, because shes the one person Seward isn't rude to (or the one person who gets an unforced apology from her when she is).

She also bounces between different sectors of the ship as she learns various parts of the trade - piloting from Ko, mechanics from Karmozijn, and very limited combat stuff from Eskarra (predominantly knife-based and gun safety, with very limited opportunity to actually fire the gun bc Eskarra refuses to discharge the gun on the actual ship on principle). She does not interact with Romilly much at all, lmao.

and then we hit Da Big Thing, da big plot that i have in my noggin - a few episodes long arc in the acute sense, and certainly a longer thing overall. The Party Split.

now i have no fucking idea how we get here. my vague vibe is that there's possibly a ship that crashes off the highway into something, and theres a general sense of oh. we should uh. we should do something about that. after maybe arriving to help ferry some of the passengers to the OnRamp, maybe one of them goes 'hey. my mcguffin. can you go back and get it. ill pay you to get it' and the crew goes... yeah. sure. sure we can fetch your mcguffin. just sign this thing right here to show that we're not scavengers in case anyone asks and we'll go for it. its good pay.

and basically they're hunting for this thing, and since the ships fucked its basically picking through debris, and they aren't the only ones. guess who shows up? the shady merchants from earlier! where better to steal from than a downed ship? and they heard about a valuable mcguffin 👀

conflict ensues t'fuck. seward, romilly, and eskarra basically head out on the hunt, leaving ko, karmozijn and cline (lol) on their ship. everyones under fire. this is a mess. at some point, karmozijn tells cline that the communications are being jammed and she needs to go tell the captain (seward) that, and also that the shields are busted. she agrees, books it out. she doesnt find seward, instead finding eskarra, who is maybe Understandably Unhappy that she entered what is at this point an active fire fight, gives her a knife JUST IN CASE and tells her to fuck off back to the ship, they'll deliver the message. off they go.

on the ship, karmozijn has abandoned his station and headed to the bridge, has a conversation with Ko that quickly devolves into 'we should just get out of here, this isnt worth it' which Ko seems very lukewarm on.

on the ground, Karmozijn finds Seward to relay the message, which confuses her because Ko has been communicating with her consistently throughout the whole thing, including during her conversation with Karmozijn. And the shields seem fine? Somethings up.

Karmozijn abandons his attempt to be coy and flat out asks Ko to elope with him, which she rejects. He knocks her out, seizes the controls, and ITS. GO. TIME.

Karmozijn, Ko in tow, leaves the crash site.

Seward and Eskarra, stuck out far from the ship, end up being cut off from connecting with the rest of the crew by members of the shady group, being captured.

Cline and Romilly end up meeting up at the site where their ship used to be, and witness the departure of Seward and Eskarra with the other group.

the next bit is basically an episode for each team:

Karmozijn keeps Ko under lock and key, telling her that she could just travel with him (the under appreciated mechanic), but that if she won't he plans to just drop her off on the outskirts of some town somewhere with all her things. She manages to finagle him into letting her start packing said things in preparation, then slips away from him and leaves in the emergency shuttle. he does not pursue. she puts up a report about the ship theft, particularly paging her wealthy primary employer about the matter, and heads back to the crash site.

Cline and Romilly are forced to survive together, which is somewhat difficult because they aren't close, the ship is in so many pieces that its not a super viable shelter, and they aren't in a very hospitable area. Romilly focuses on finding things for their survival (food, shelter, so on) and Cline tries to apply the things she's learned from Karmozijn to create a distress beacon. The two end up genuinely coming to some understandings about the other, as their respective skillsets compliment fairly well. its a good camping time. it is pretty dicey though.

Seward and Eskarra are taken back to the shady merchant's base of operations and interrogated about whether they found the mcguffin or know anything about it. Despite her general demeanour, Seward holds up really well under the pressure, whereas Eskarra cracks pretty early - (un?)luckily for them, they don't know anything anyway. Seward makes a few escape attempts, without Eskarra, and for which Eskarra is punished - this does nothing to change Seward's actions. It doesn't help Eskarra that it is revealed (to Seward, anyway) that Eskarra was a former contractor of the shady merchants.

Finally, Ko returns to the crash with the shuttle and picks up Romilly and Cline, gets them fed and warmed up, and then they all mutually agree that they need to at least make an attempt to rescue Seward and Eskarra. They are actually successful, despite Seward trying to convince them to not go back in for Eskarra (Romilly, their pseudo-boyfriend, insists. thank god for homosexuality). its drama

the mcguffin almost certainly ends up being in Cline's possession, or possibly Romilly's, as the two people who remain at the crash site. so they can get back to the station (possibly with a detour for a refuel) and they can get that good good money.

obviously there are still like. consequences from this. which take some time to resolve. for instance, Karmozijn still has the fucking ship. Seward has made her dislike of Eskarra pretty fucking explicit. theres shit going on. they gotta fucking figure that out. they're also down a mechanic, a role cline probably fills at least in the interim.

its a whole thing. this is all meaningless.

[spidermanifested]

another black sails fantheory ive seen around a lot is that silver is jewish, usually specifically sephardic, but despite its prevalence i havent been able to find anybodys actual thesis statements about it. so if there are Essays out there (especially by somebody with more historical-slash-judaism knowledge than i with my meager wiki-crawls) i would love Links

however once again ive pondered a bunch of the stuff ive noticed personally, about mr john "if thats even your real name" silver. and honestly at this point id be kind of surprised if it Wasnt the actual context the writers shaped his character around. everything just seems to come together really neatly

hes impressively literate for his circumstances/time period, and really good at quickly memorizing large amounts of text. a solid religious education could very well explain this

specifically– and this is one of the things that feels like a huge bit of intentional subtext to me– the scene where hes hiding with the lepers and memorizing the urca schedule REALLY seems to evoke someone reading scripture under a prayer shawl

not only does he not know how to cook pork, but does not even seem to know what pork looks like when finished cooking

the pretext flint used to get his crew to hunt down the hamiltons' ship was that it was carrying sephardic riches. this is a completely throwaway detail we learn secondhand, in a story where there are very, very few completely throwaway details

silver speaks at least some spanish. this comes up Once and goes totally unquestioned by everyone around him, likely because they think he just picked it up as a sailor. he almost certainly has not been at sea long enough for this to be the case. speaking ladino as a first language on the other hand would give him a huge leg up (so to speak.) in that department

further point. around the time period of the show, the biggest sephardic community in the world lived in thessaloniki in modern-day greece. it was:

a) one of the most major seaports in the ottoman empire

b) a famous center for learning, which boasted 100% literacy of its jewish population

and c) despite its long and prosperous history under ottoman rule, beginning to decline along with the rest of the empire, for many interconnected reasons, including but not limited to: Problems With the Governments Handling of the Textile Industry (where have we heard that before)

lotta unrest. religious schisms and doomsday prophecies. reactionary groups of overempowered soldiers attacking civilians for stress relief (again. where have we heard that before). people, unsurprisingly, started leaving

so if you did want, against john silvers express wishes. to theorize a backstory for a surprisingly educated stowaway of Mystery Origin, who has Mystery Trauma and doesnt want anybody to know who he is or where he comes from, and which would give a new level of relevance to all the greek stuff that permeates the show (down to the actual name of the thing!), along with containing parallels to several other backstories and events in the show proper,

Well this one make sense i think 👍

[stxrryskys]

SOMEONE ASKED FOR A READER WHO HAS TROUBLE CUMMING BECAUSE OF MEDS.

CURLY X READER SMUT

C/W: Antidepressants mentioned, suicide breifly mentioned, kinda angsty in the beginning, slow burn kinda, cunnilingus, p in v, curly is super needy😣😣

It's been years... Years since everything happened.. You wanted a new start, a new everything so you moved, you got therapy and you got a good job! ...... You got fired... You got worse....and you contemplated doing really bad things to yourself when you were walking and found a flyer for an intern ship!

when you found the flyer you sent in your resume through an email, a week later they scheduled your interview! you walked in to the building nervous, asking yourself why youre even there.. then just like that you ran into somebody, knockiing you backwards

"crap! jeez! are you alright?" you heard a man with an australian accent speak, you looked up and he was holding his hand out to you, he was wearing a pony express shirt, it was the company that the internship was for. you look his hand and stood up, looking up at the blonde

"I-i'm so sorry-"

are you here for the internship under the captain?" he had cut you off, his hand lingering on yours

"uhm.. i think so.."

"great! you seem super capable, if you get it i cant wait to see you-

"Curly! lets go!"

the blonde man got cut off by a brown haired guy who seemed.. really annoyed to say the least, he let go of your hand and shot you a wink before walking away. what was he saying?

near the end of your interview they said they wanted you! thats awesome!! and- wait... did they just say if you take it you'll have to be on a spaceship. For over a year?! you were hesitant to take it at first but your life was falling apart so why the fuck not. its been a couple of months since you took the internship and today was the day you arbored this spaceship, you stepped on that ship and basically hid in your assigned room the whole day, considering work didn't start until tomorrow, you got settled, sat on your uncomfortable bed and took your meds that your therapist had put you on, as you dry swallowed the big pills you heard a knock on the door, you hurried to put them in your bag and the door opened

"Ahah! So you did get the internship!" he looked familiar.. oh! it was the guy you bumped into on the way to your interview a few months ago, you can't believe he's on the same ship as you

"Oh- I should probably introduce myself *ahem* I'm curly! The captain of this ship! "

Oh.. Thats why he said he couldn't wait to see you

"Hi.. I'm "______"

"Beautiful name... So! We start tomorrow! Are you excited! "

"I guess.. "

"You seen tense are you alright? ""I'm fine.. Sorry"

"I'm fine.. Sorry"He tilted his head, you seemed upset about something but he didn't want to pry

"Right.. So tomorrow try to get up early, yeah? "

"Yup, got it.. "

He smiled and walked out of the room, the first thing you noticed about him was his bright blonde hair and Australian accent.. It was- endearing to say the least, he seemed like a nice guy, a bit on the more muscular side, he looked like he could pick you up with one swoop.

It was the next morning and you woke up early like he said.. You walked down to the cockpit and yawned

"Ah! Good morning "_____" did you sleep well! "

"Uh yeah I slept okay.. " that was a lie, the bed was hard and uncomfortable

"Yeah? Glad you did! " he hopped up with his one hand, now on his two feet.

his abs.

oh em gee

HIS ABS

they were practically screaming at you... the sweat going down in to the dip of his bellybutton...wow. just wow

"Are you alright?"

"uh huh.." you couldn't help but continue to stare

"oh! right! sorry I forgot about that!"

he untied the sleeves from his waist and pulled them up to his arms and zipped up the jumpsuit, he was certainly a sight for sore eyes.

"Ah..uhhhh n-no worries... sorry for uh- sorry for staring."

he just flashed you another smile and turned around and grabbed a clipboard.'so im just gonna question you to see how much you know!"

"Know about what..?"

'so im just gonna question you to see how much you know!"

"Know about what..?"

"Flying!"

"i uhh i dont know anything about flyi-

"You seem tense!"

he was right, you were extremely tense. you were in the same room as a really attractive fit man.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous i guess..."

"thats okay! it;s completely understandable why, you know nothing about be and you're supposed to be my intern for a year! i'd be nervous too!" he kept his hands on his hips the whole time he spoke. he seemed really understanding. "here: I'm Curly! im the captain of the tulpar and i'm 210 pounds and im 6'0! I like working out, and spending time with friends and family!"

......

he's a sweet guy.. genuinly..

"..its your turn!"

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"ohoho! you like reading? go figure!"

"y-yeah! my favorite book is if i had only told her by Laura Nowlin "

"what? no way i know that book!"

' you do?!"

he didn't, but he wanted you to feel comfortable

"yeah uh my friend jimmy really likes romance books

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its been 5 months since you started your intern ship on the tulpar and you and curly have gotten super close, out of everyone on the ship curly was the most respectful,respectable,funny, and sweetest person on the ship, you couldn't help but develop a slight crush on curly...you were day dreaming about him at dinner, playing with your food. you did'nt like interacting with other people on the ship so you showed up to dinner after everyone went to bed. you had to take your antidepressants twice a day, one in the morning and one at night. you had just finished your food and you took a sip of water along with the pill, you set the bottle down and sighed a sigh of refleif as you set the bottle down and sighed, then you heard the door slide open

"Oh! Hi curly! " you smiled up at him, grabbing your medicine off the table and shoving in the pocket of your jumpsuit. the last thing you wanted from the guy you liked was him pitying you

"hey Angel, whatcha doing up this late?" oh he noticed. you weren't slick with it either. how could he not, he wasn't going to say anything because he doesnt want you to get upset at him but he nnoted what he saw in the back of his brain

"oh couldn't sleep I guess, what about you? you're usually asleep by this time aren't you?"

"Mm... i guess the same reason.." he moved his tired body into the seat next to you, letting out a yawn

..........

well the silence is very awkward... i guess he just felt a little awkward after seeing that, he couldn't not bring it up

'What's the medicine for?" he was honestly worried, what if you had some sort of chromic illness?! he would hate for his favorite girl to be sick

"uhhhhh it's uhm.....headache medicine...?"

"that looked really big to be headache medicine...?"

"uhh yeah sorry..It's uhm medicine for... something.."

he felt bad for asking, obviously he shouldn't have asked but it was knawing at the back of his brain. "Sorry, i shouldn't have asked about something persona-

"nope! no problem! i-It's fine! i just-im gonna go to bed-

as you moved your chair to get up in a hurry, his chair leg was raveled with yours, causing you to stumble.

on

top

of

him.......

oh my god

your titties

right in his face-

you got up so fast and ran to your room, you were so embarrassed, you basically just sexually harassed your captain!

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oh god...you've been avoiding him all week, even though your his intern, you convinced jimmy to give you a bunch of tasks with daisuke to avoid curly. you were sitting in your bed late at night overthinking. you hated feeling like people hated you. it wasn't fair. why was god never on your side. why did he always have to- No! no wallowing while you're on a fucking spaceship! you popped a pill and decided to do the one thing that helped you calm down- Masturbation

sure it wasn't a healthy habit but it's not like you even had time to do it, it takes you forever to cum since you were on medication but everyone was asleep and you had no distractions. you unzipped your jumpsuit and undressed yourself.

after about an hour of trying to pleasure yourself you busted out into tears. Why did it have to take forever? You weren't asking for alot, you literally just wanted to cum. your hand went limp between your legs as you just sat there and sobbed, you were wailing you didn't even noticed the knock on your door

when curly heard you sniffing he decided to barge in

"Angel!? Are you oka-

he ran to you with no problem but when he saw you naked with your hand in between your legs he knew what was wrong

"C-curly!? Don't look at me!" you grabbed the blanket next to you and draped it over him

"W-what do you mean?! You're literally crying?!" He took the blanket off and stared at you in your eyes, having some trouble not looking at your breasts

"i-i'm just having some.....trouble...?" You felt so silly. here you were, in front of the man you're in love with, sobbing because you aren't able to finish. Curly immediately got what you were hinting at and his cheeks burned a bright red, then suddenly he got an idea

"you can just go..! it's embarrassing for me to be seen like thi-\

"let me help you!" he blurted out, moving his hands to go on either side of your body, his pants growing tighter.... He'd never admit this out loud but he's been craving you...

"Curly..? "

You flinched a bit as he moved his face closer to yours

"Please..? Can i- can I kiss you? "

"... Yeah-

With that he slammed his lips onto yours, it was passionate at first but then turned into slipping as he moved his hips between your legs, his hard on poking and proding at your wet cunt through his clothes. He's been wanting this and he's almost positive you've been wanting this too

"You want me to help you cum, yeah? " ... Well duh, but you weren't gonna out him through and hour or longer of torture since you quite literally can't cum

"Curly you- you don't wanna do tha-

He cut you off with giving you another sloppy kiss, moving his kisses down to your neck

"Why wouldn't I want to? You're beautiful"

... Welp here goes nothing

"I can't cum-! "

".. What? "

"I can't cum.. The meds I'm on make it impossible! It takes forever and I've been here forever trying! Trying to orgasm at least once but I can't! "

.. He laughed- the fucker laughed at you!

"Wha- it's not funny! I'm dying over here and your laughing at me!! "

"Nonononono!! You're just adorable.. It's cute how you think I won't be able to get at least one orgasm outta you... I'll have you know I'm very good at what I do! " he said enthusiastically as he dipped his head down and pampered your neck his lust filled kisses, starting to grind his hips into your cunt, you hadn't felt that kind of feeling in a hot minute so you couldn't help but moan at the unexpected sensation.. Oh he just fell in love.. "Fuck..do that again.. " he bit down on your neck lightly, leaving a small red mark

After a couple of minutes he sat up and unzipped his jumpsuit and took it off and it's not like you haven't seen his body before because you have but you've never seen his dick. Oh my god.. It's - it's massive??? You would NOT be able to take that what so - AH

He fell to his knees and grabbed your legs and moved you closer to his face..

"Is this okay, angel? " he began to kiss your inner thighs and you nodded

He wasn't one of thosen"use your words " guys becuz he knew you wanted it, you were literally crying.

After a couple of kisses planted on your plump thighs he stuck his tongue out and began DEVOURING you like full on munching..

Again. You haven't felt sensations done there in a while due to someone elses manipulation so.. You felt like you were in heaven

"F-fuck! Oh my god.. Uhm.. Don't.. Don't stop that please.. " you were breathing ready heavily, you arched your back a bit as he gripped onto your thighs, his stubble tickling you, his nose poking your clit

This went on for about thirty minutes and he just didn't stop.. You could feel him stroking his cock while he ate you out, him moaning into your pussy made you feel so fucking good

You were sad when he got up.. Your slick dripping down his chin, he looked like a wet puppy

"Why'd you.. Why'd you stop.. Was feeling good."

"Let me fuck you, please I need to fuck you"

That was all he said before he flipped you over so you were seated on his lap, the head of his hard cock poking at your stomach

"A-are you sure-? "

"Am I sure? Of course I'm goddamn sure" he grabbed your hips, lifted you up a bit and slammed you down into his cock

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He's been bouncing you up and down on his cock for a solid 30 minutes and you were getting tired.. He's came 7 times already, his cum resting on your titties and thighs, but he didn't seem tired at all, a couple more minutes and if you don't cum you're just gunna fake it to satisfy him. It's not like he didn't feel good because he did.. He really did and -

"Ah! Fuck! "

"Oh? Did I find your spot baby? " he's actually been hitting your spot but... You felt like something on your stomach was about to snap

"Fuck- y-yes ngh- keep- ah! Keep going please-"

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me angel? Mhm.. Just like that.. Let go on my cock"

He moved one of his hands off your hip and began to rub your clit, and just like that you came. Hard.

"Fuck! Yes- ugh fuck fuck fuck! " you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight as you rode out your orgasm

He fell back while he was still inside of you and you fell into him, breathing heavily..

"You're so perfect.. " he whispered and pecked your forehead..

"Thank you.. Curly.. "

"Of course angel, anytime. And I mean ANYTIME"

You giggled. You could definitely get used to this

HEY GUYS😣😣 THANKS FOR READING!! SCHOOLS BEEN HELL SO I HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING ANYTHING DONE ON HERE BUT AS ALWAYS MT REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT DO NOT EXPECT THEM TO BE DONE ASAP BUT I PROMISE- I'M TRYING!!

[asmogorna]

Okay so there’s this ww artist on ig called like tooth lilys or something and he’s always causing drama in the ww fandom and he mouthed off about your art and now heaps of insta ww fans are like talking about you :| free publicity?

ahhhh so thats whats happening .. lmao thats crazy

i checked out their story, and i sure doooo love how they leave some things out when talking about both situations that they mentioned to make me look worse ..

ok so

warning, yap session incoming

the "will wood in a (miku) binder" thing happened back in fall 2023 when i was still semi new to the fandom and didnt know a lot of things. so tho i to this day i dont think it was that big of a deal, i wouldnt do it today

it was an artwork made for shits and giggles, the context of which i have explained here before. i never meant to imply that will wood is trans and i certainly dont "headcanon" him as that. my curse is that even when joking around i tend to try and make my art look good, so i get why people thought it was unironic. and i know that it sounds like a lame ass excuse, but it legit didnt cross my mind that people would think i drew will wood as a trans guy or smth. legit my only thought process was "funny haha internet thing" + "my favorite thing" = "good idea"

now the usage of his real name is something i am genuinely sorry for, but it was an accident and a genuine mistake on my part. i remember seeing someone mention it casually in some comment section, and assuming that it was ok, since i didnt know he was in any way against it. (i also thought that it was the same name that he used in "the real will wood" in that one section cus it sounded a bit similar).

when i was informed about the fact that he doesnt want it spread around i deleted the post right away and apologized, so bringing it up like something i did on purpose and out of malicious intent is a tad bit .. misfitting, if you can use that word

now the hot topic of the day: my waywood art

i have said this before and i will say this again, how i feel about rpf is solely based off how the people involved feel about it

to clarify: i never drew anything inappropriate or even suggestive with them, the "worst" thing is 2 simple sketches of them smoochin. or. this.

idk if this is what they were referring to when talking about me drawing will wood and gerard way "making out" (specifically. because i think "making out" implies to be more sexual stuff than small kisses). and if so, then it once again feels like blowing things out of proportion

and now the point i want you to get: will wood wouldnt give a flying fuck

like i said earlier, i never drew anything inappropriate, because that would actually cross will's existent and real boundaries. you know, the ones that he stated

im not making some conspiracy theories about him being gay, like some people seem to imply in their inbox messages to me

im not sending a whole ass smut fanfiction to litwtc gmail or something, i dont bother him in instagram dms asking if he wants to fuck gerard way, im not shipping him with people who he actually knows personally and has to look in the eyes of from time to time

im not doing anything that he would actually care about

him and chris have joked about him being attracted to gerard before, and though im not saying that you can joke about everything theyve ever joked about, i feel like in our case its clear that will clearly doesnt care about the implications ? (i generally believe that ww fans would get their panties twisted about less things if more of them listened to what these 2 talk about so calmly on litwtc but i digress)

if he saw that some random teenager on tumblr is drawing him and gerard way (gasp of horror) holding hands, he'd laugh at it max and then move on with his day

people are treating the whole situation like i posted pictures of him from when he was a kid or leaked patreon content or drew him fully naked or anything else that, you know, would actually affect him in one way or another

what im doing is innocent fun which isnt even likely to reach either of them. will wood very rarely checks tumblr and, once again, i genuinely dont believe he would care. and gerard way aint got no internet + he doesnt care x 2

it is weird but rn this is what brings me the most joy, even if its silly to say. both will wood and gerard way mean a lot to me and putting them in situations together makes me happy. i am but a child full of fun whimsy

i wont be posting any more explicitly romantic art to avoid more drama, and i also wont be responding to all the anon messages i received because there are like .. too many of them. an overwhelming amount i'd say. sorry about that

i really didnt mean to cause such a fuss, and i understand why some people might be uncomfortable with what i do

i fully understand why you would dislike my waywood hyperfixation shenanigans, and i dont have a problem w you over that, but treating me like pure evil because of a thing so insignificant is just.. overdoing it

once again, i will be toning it down, but it really isnt the end of the world if i dare to draw will wood and gerard way being a tad bit gay (which is, i apparently need to mention, not me actually saying that will wood the alternative musician is a homosexual gay who is in a genuine for real actual real gay homosexual relationship with gerard fucking way the lead singer of my chemical romance. i think speculating on other people's sexuality and gender identity is boooo tomato tomato tomato)

sorry for the rant and sorry to all who were disappointed by my lack of remorse. come back in a couple years when i turn 18 and stop having fun and artistic freedom

thank you for your attention and i hope i at least cleared some things up to those who werent w me throughout every event where i get involved in fandom drama

bye bye

[werecreature-addicted]

Siren!boyfriend who wasn't always a siren and who was never really your boyfriend...

you were a sailor who spent more time on a boat than you ever did on land. you stop one night in a harbor town and meet him. He's human and shy. A series of storms keep you in town for much longer than planned. He's cute, he offers you a space in his bed for as long as you need it and his place is certainly much nicer than your quarters on the ship

it's only a few weeks, it's not even dating, just sleeping together really, but he's in love with you, obsessed with you. when the weather clears up he begs you with tears in his eyes to stay to be his, and he cries when you tell him you can't stay. He asks if you'll visit him again, if he can write you letters if he can get a job on the ship just to come with you. The answer is still no.

He watches with tears in his eyes as your ship sails away, as you leave him. he's never felt this way about anyone. he can't think straight now that you're gone. and the thought that you're gone, maybe gone forever, makes his heartache

it's more than heartache, he can't breathe properly now that you're gone. life isn't worth living. the night after you leave he tries to drown himself in the ocean.

Only he doesn't die, he's saved and reborn as a siren.

it's more than he can ask for really, because now he can go where you go! He catches up with your ship eventually. some of his new Siren brothers and sisters pointed him in the direction.

he sees you sometimes. as you work on the ship, as you lean over the edge of the railing to look at the endless blue, the blurring of the ocean and the sky at the horizon. and he gets to watch you.

what surprises him most about his new body, besides the tail, the gills the not being human anymore, is how hungry he is for you. he can smell you, and while he'd desired you in his human life this is different. he keeps having to push away fantasies where he bites down on your throat and your skin and muscle would break away in his mouth. He can almost taste the way your blood blooms into his mouth, melting on his tongue like butter.

But he loves you! you're his soulmate! he would never hurt you... your crewmates are nowhere near as lucky. if anyone of them gets too close or lingers alone for too long, Your siren Boyfriend will gladly sing to them, call to them until they slip over the edge of the boat and to his wanting teeth.

for a while thats enough for him. watching you when he can and eating everyone else. but he's hungry for more. He's been a siren for a while how he's sure that he can have you and not eat you... probably. he still remembers what humans need and he's sure that he can provide.

so one night when he catches you alone. he sings for you, a beautiful irresistible song. one that has you stepping closer to hear more clearly, you don't even realize you're climbing over the ship's railing until you're in freefall.

like so many other sailors you fall into his arms, but unlike so many others you live. It may have taken him becoming a monster, but you're finally his.

[diminuel]

I know that the baby dragon (roger garp coparents) comics are so silly and fun and i ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM but i was trying to remember all the characters in the crowd in the live action (im only in dressrosa in the anime) and then i thought too much about about your comics and now im SAD!!!

Garp and Roger at the very least being friends and co parents and Garp essentially KILLING HIM in front of DRAGON. Like roger may or may not be his bio dad but thats his PIRATE dad (a la shanks) and that being the dissolution of their family unit. Also fem!croc (possibly) being in the crowd???? Maybe they meet again there. Do you think roger looked at their "son" when he died? Do you think garp couldn't look at him?? And then for garp to stand there on an execution platform with ace???? His friends kid?? His grandson???? But this time instead of standing silently like dragon did, luffy refused to save himself.

And rayleigh, RAYLEIGH couldnt be there in his best friends final moments, couldnt be there for dragon, his nephew/godson/whatever. But finally he was able to help luffy after marineford. Finally he could help his family after so many years, even if luffy didnt know.

Anyways, love your comics and art, its all very fun and cute, even if the implications get me.

Also i guess this wasnt really a question, but i wanted you to know what you inspired in my brain and kinda get your thoughts!

I’m always happy to know that my silly comics get you to think! I do enjoy drawing fun stuff but as you said, most of them have more serious or angsty implications if you do continue spinning the universe a bit.

Like with the Baby on Board comics (the coparenting one) I imagine that even though Roger and Dagon’s relationship starts out easy and light-hearted, there eventually must be a moment where Dragon no longer feels welcome among the Roger Pirates (most likely when he joins the marines at a young age). I can imagine that Garp and Roger both (not very gently) teaching him that choices have consequences – he chose the path of the marine, which means that pirates like Roger will now be his enemy. And Garp is, his situationship with Roger aside, kind of hard-headed about his sense of justice.

Still, in an AU where he spent a portion of his childhood on Roger’s ship, he’d be upset about watching the execution, whether Garp is up there on the execution platform with Roger as in the live action or not. Maybe Dragon has to endure this without having gotten any closure with a man who had once claimed him as a son. And Rayleigh isn’t there to offer comfort or platitudes. Shanks and Buggy are too caught up in their own emotions to spare any thoughts on the feelings of a guy who occasionally looked after them.

I don’t know if it’s a spoiler to you, but we do know that Crocodile was for sure at the execution in the manga/ anime. So at least Dragon wouldn’t be entirely alone. I don’t know exactly which of my AUs the Baby on Board comics apply to (most of them?) but in some of the AUs this would certainly be a moment where Dragon and Crocodile meet/ see each other again/ enjoy a night together, toasting to the old era and welcoming a new one in their own way ;3

So if Dragon wants to drink his complicated feelings away, there’s someone there to do it with, even though I doubt he’d tell Crocodile that he knew the man who died today as more than just the King of Pirates.

And yes, of course I also like the idea of just how the Baby on Board concept would weave the threads of these people even closer together.

[zannyblogging]

Added your ask here if thats ok Anon!

Firstly though, thank you for the compliment, it means a lot, as for ships firstly....Other than obviously Kinger and Queenie, Im not sure, like there might be? Im certainly not against it, I'm at the moment unsure of who would wind up together, although I have an inclining of some ships that could occur if things play out right.

NOW as for Caine himself! (And Bubble)

Caine is the defacto leader of the resistance against C&A with the cast members, (zooble and gangle at first) he has to usually stay hidden with Bubble since they're very noticable, but he can go out in public in some form of disguise but not sure how that would work yet. He cares immensely for the cast members and every player that has been placed in this digital world, and he wants them to be safe, so he's against C&A in that regard (since they want to make essentially perfect AI/NPCs from the players of this realm who end up abstracting, they only managed to get successes a few times though mostly they abstract. They're after the current cast so Caine is gathering them to keep them safe and to stop C&A (At least temporarily!)

Bubble is still his freaky self, but he's a lot more timid around new people and 'clings' to Caine a lot more, but he will defend Caine (and I GUESS the other players.) but he's more of a guard dog, alerting folks to dangerous intents that are nearing them.

[the-s1lly-corner]

If you take cannon x cannon would you be okay with Zooble x Gangle fluff (idk why I feel the need to clarify that) hcs? Of course if you don’t do those types of things that’s perfectly fine! I just like the ship and the tag is kinda dead

Zooble x Gangle hcs!

imma be real i did not see this ship coming, but honestly i can see the appeal! by the way, do they have a ship name yet? im not sure what to tag this otherwise </3 i dont usually do canon x canon, simply because its not asked for a lot so this is definitely new for me!! didnt know what gif to use so have this i LOVE when hugs are animated like this SOBS

mmm indifferent kind of mean character x soft and emotional character, we have met yet again

"excuse me she asked for no pickles", zooble in an au where it's the real world and they go to mcdonalds, i think

gangle is the only person allowed into zooble's room

TREEHOUSE BY ALEX G THATS WHAT THAT REMINDS ME OF

really the only person zooble can be emotional around, not that they're really emotional in general but you know?

let's gangle vent and cry

gangle draws, she's always doodling her and zooble. zooble has kept every single drawing she has given them

zooble stands up for her whenever someone (namely jax) bullies gangle

zooble doesnt strike me as the type to use petnames, neither does gangle but i feel like gangle would make an effort there... kind of stumped on what she would call them.. hmm...

ngl she looks like she would say pookie/pookie bear, but i can also see them saying any variant of sweet(insert thing) and/or honey(insert) but i may be biased since gangle is my second favorite of the cast

things happen to jax after he steps on gangles comedy mask.

i wont say what things

but things happen

if theres anyone hanging around zooble during free time, it is most certainly going to be gangle

looking for gangle? then look for zooble

that meme of the puppy standing over/protecting the kitten, thats them

"hey dipshits she's trying to talk", censored of course, but the point still stands, they are gangle's number one fan and advocator. probably tries to teach gangle how to be tougher

gangle and zooble drawing together thats it

drawing each other

theres badly drawn hearts everywhere

SOBS, im sold on this ship honestly

[petvampire]

The original drabble I was working on that started this whole Cluedo prompt thing into motion. 🤣 A little gift for @anything-thats-rock-and-roll who pointed out that I somehow haven’t written Cat King x Edwin x Monty together yet! (What are we calling these three as a ship, anyway?)

So here we have them, in the library, with the rope. 💖

NSFW

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Walking in on Monty tied up is not exactly how the Cat King envisioned his day going, but he’s certainly not complaining.

He’s rounded the corner into the expanded library of the Dead Boy Detectives’ office - with the influx of new volumes to their collection, the ghosts needed more space for their books. So the office has undergone some changes, a few mundane, a few magical. They occupy the whole top floor of the building now, and the library is its own room, to Edwin’s eternal delight. The change is recent enough that the ghost is often still found here just wandering, touching shelves and books with a proprietary sort of contentment. He’s very much in his element here, whether curled up to read in one of the heavy wingback chairs he picked out, or poring over the varied volumes to do research for a case.

Right now, he’s not doing either, but he’s still perfectly in his element. A length of silk rope dyed a stormy grey is held in his hands, half of it already wrapped around the crow in an elaborate web of knots. He’s frowning down at an open book laid out on the low table next to him, one with a diagram that he is presumably studying, trying to replicate.

Monty looks utterly calm and unruffled, even with his arms bound behind his back in a way that looks faintly uncomfortable. He’s still fully dressed, both of them are, which makes the scene a little less fun for Thomas - but then, it’s fairly clear at first glance that this isn’t some heated interlude he’s interrupting, but a bit of hands-on practice.

Still, both of them look surprised and just a hint flustered when he clears his throat, drawing their attention to him. Evidently they weren’t expecting anyone to walk in on this bit of… research.

“I’m guessing this isn’t for a case,” he drawls, amusement lacing his tone. A hint of pink crawls across Monty’s cheeks, but Edwin just raises a brow; he’s become much better at maintaining his composure.

“And how can you be certain of that?” His voice is as cool and crisp as ever, though there’s a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Perhaps I’m attempting to find new ways to subdue potential threats.”

The shapeshifter’s eyes scan over the complex series of loops and knots, more decorative than functional, and he smirks. “Sweetheart, if you start tying up your clients, you’re going to end up with more business than you can handle.” He paces closer, trailing fingertips along the rope where it loops around Monty’s arms. The crow tilts his head, flashes him a teasing little smile, and Thomas can’t resist the urge to brush a quick kiss against his mouth.

He’s too fascinated by the rope to be distracted for long, though. Edwin has certainly got a knack for this sort of thing, those elegant hands deft with the elaborate ties. Thomas is more than a little amused to see that he’s been researching, practicing, since the first use of this particular skill set. He peers over the other’s shoulder to look at the diagram he seems to be trying to replicate, and grins.

“Looks like you’re only about halfway done,” he says almost conversationally to Edwin, running his fingertip up Monty’s spine, the back of his neck, feeling his crow shiver. “Want a hand?” He’s not offering to help with the rope, not really. There are more entertaining things to do than fuss over perfect knots, since he’s here.

The ghost presses his lips together, suppressing a laugh. Thomas is insatiable; he’s not the faintest bit surprised that the other wants to make what was simply a bit of an exercise in improving his skills into something more… salacious. “I suppose Monty is owed a reward for allowing me to practice on him.”

“Lucky me,” the crow murmurs with a smirk. He’s baiting the Cat King, all three of them know it, but the man rises to the occasion with pleasure.

He may not be as adept with rope as Edwin is, but he knows very well how to work with it once it’s on somebody. A tug on the ladder of strands lacing Monty’s arms behind his back forces him to arch, making a small sound low in his throat. “Maybe one of these days you’ll learn not to mouth off when someone’s being nice to you,” he drawls, but there’s no real reprimand in the words. They’re just an excuse to tease, to play.

A little more pressure in just the right places, and Monty is sinking to his knees, spine still arched, head tilted back. Edwin eyes him like an artist surveying a canvas, and kneels down beside him with the rest of the rope. It seems to take him little time to draw more loops and knots around the other’s limbs, wrists bound to ankles by another series of elaborate coils, forcing him to stay in that bent-back position. It would certainly be uncomfortable to remain in for too much time, but neither of them intends to keep him that way for long.

The crow’s eyes are slightly glazed now in a way they weren’t before, when Edwin was approaching the ropework in a far more clinical manner. The long, pale column of his neck is on display in this pose, and Thomas can’t help but take advantage. His mouth wanders lazily over that soft skin, biting and sucking sharp red marks here and there. Monty swallows any sound he might have made, but his pulse is rapid, the scent of arousal far too obvious to the shapeshifter to hide. Not that any of them are trying.

Edwin has pulled back after finishing the last tie, just… watching, but there’s a quiet hunger in his eyes. Thomas meets them and grins again, nuzzling against Monty’s throat. “You know, this really would look better on him naked,” he purrs.

“I was hoping to make sure I could execute this tie perfectly before using it properly,” the ghost shoots back, tart as ever. “But since you’ve decided to move up the timetable, perhaps you could oblige me.”

It’s all he has to say; Thomas flicks a hand, and Monty’s clothes have dissolved into nothing, the crow making a softly startled little noise. The ropes have just a little more slack without the barrier of fabric in the way, but not enough for him to so much as relax. No, he’s still well and truly bound, and now the center of both men’s focus.

The deep grey of the rope looks lovely against his skin, the forced arch of his back emphasizing the lean line of his body. Thomas slides away from him to stand and consider the view from all angles, before slipping an arm around Edwin’s waist. “Looks pretty perfect to me,” he murmurs teasingly into the ghost’s ear.

“You’re a bit biased.”

“Even so.” The teasing exchange cuts off as his mouth settles over Edwin’s, the kiss slow and heated. Thomas deliberately draws it out, knowing Monty is watching - knowing he can’t do anything but watch at the moment.

He can’t help but enjoy every opportunity he gets to tease one of his lovers with another, to play their desires off each other. It’s doubly delectable with Monty bound and practically helpless at their feet, though the hunger in his gaze is nearly palpable. Thomas can feel the heat of it like a hand brushing over his skin as he lazily unbuttons Edwin’s shirt, unknots his bow tie.

He hears Monty’s soft little groan when he finally gets the ghost at least partly undressed, the glimpses of skin beneath all those layers fanning the flames of desire. Thomas’ hands run up Edwin’s chest, and he laughs against his mouth, finally drawing back from the kiss, glancing at his crow.

“Of course, the problem is, he’s no damn use down there.” It elicits a dry laugh from the ghost, his gaze sliding over Monty in that slow, appreciative way.

“Perhaps not. He is rather fetching like this, though.” He bends, and now it’s his lips skimming over the crow’s neck, almost delicately kissing over the marks Thomas left behind as his hands are busy with the ropes. This time Monty moans in earnest, arching into the other even as the ropes go slack, urging more contact.

That, they’re both quite happy to give.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, since Edwin has left Monty’s arms as they are, firmly bound behind his back. But they get the crow back on his feet, then across the room to one of those fancy chairs the ghost likes so much. It takes more time than it should, largely because they’re distracted by touches, kisses, by shedding bits of clothing along the way. Still, since they eventually end up with Thomas settled in the chair, Monty in his lap, Edwin kneeling in front of him, no one is complaining in the slightest.

No one is doing anything resembling speaking anymore, in fact. Thomas is too busy devouring his crow’s mouth as Monty bounces on his cock, whimpering and groaning messily into the kiss. Edwin is too busy with Monty’s dick halfway down his throat, fingers digging into the other’s thighs when his movements grow too quick, too erratic. He’s as slow and methodical as he was with the rope, keeping the other on the edge but not letting him come.

At least, not until Thomas has, spilling himself into Monty’s ass with a guttural groan. Only then does Edwin apply himself fully, bringing the crow to orgasm in what certainly feels like record time.

He sits back on his heels with a smirk, primly wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He’s still hard, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention to that fact at the moment as his eyes find Thomas’ again. The Cat King looks smug and pleased, but nowhere near sated - par for the course for him, really.

“Now, is that sufficient to keep you from distracting me from my practice for a little while?” Monty raises his head with a start, apparently surprised that Edwin is right back to business, but Thomas just laughs at the faint note of teasing in his ghost’s voice.

“Just how many diagrams did you find that you were going to talk Monty into letting you try out?”

Edwin’s smile is nowhere near innocent. “One hundred and seven.”

Both of them blink at him, astonished, and then Thomas bursts out laughing. Monty rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. “When were you going to spring that on me?”

The ghost doesn’t reply, just smirks, and Thomas shakes his head. “Well, I think we’re going to be here for a while, then.”

[skribbyposts]

HELLO AGAIN!!1111!!!! based off of @bidisastersanji's post about Sanji not being able to sit like a normal person (its cause hes a homo). i kind of took the hc and ran w it but thats okay hee hee

Also from Law's pov bc i love him so much and i wanted to try!! hope yall enjoy!!!!!!!!&!%@^#&^(!*#^$W yeah

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Law prides himself on being a very observant person.

It seems he wasn't looking hard enough when he made the mistakes that led him here, sulking under an umbrella on the deck of Luffy's ship.

After Dressrosa, Law was never supposed to see his crew again. That plan was thrown out the window by a certain straw-hatted pirate, and now he's hitching a ride to Zou with this absolute circus that is Luffy's crew.

It's been a week since Law came aboard, and the more he looks, things get weirder and weirder. Specifically, their chef.

The first time they met, the man was well-mannered, minus his attitude towards women and cigarette habit. However, Law finds him ever more strange after every interaction they have on the Sunny.

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The first time Law notices something off is when he happens on Sanji in the galley. He understands being awake in the wee hours of the night, but not like this.

Law finds the man still fully dressed in his three-piece at three in the morning, sitting - no, crouching - on his chair and poring over a cookbook. His cigarette dangles loosely from his mouth as he mutters something unintelligible to himself and brings his knees together to rest his chin on top of them.

What the fuck, Law thinks, and as if the chef heard his internal monologue, a blonde head whips around to face him standing at the door.

Sanji's wide-eyed, slightly disheveled face stares back at him, and his neck is uncomfortably craned so he can look directly at Law. The pair look at each other awkwardly, and after a moment of silence he just...closes the door.

This is not Law's ship. It is none of his business, and he will go back to the men's quarters to sleep.

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This keeps happening the longer Law stays on Luffy's ship, and every day he notices how rarely the Sunny's resident cook takes a break. In addition to that, he also can't help but notice exactly how Sanji chooses to rest.

Whether he's chatting with Robin in the library the lawn or napping with the swordsman on the lawn, it's always with one leg up on the seat, both slung over the back of a chair, or contorted into a position that shouldn't be humanly possible.

Law finds it mildly concerning, but no one else on the crew seems to mind when Sanji stops bustling for half a second and decides to perch himself somewhere (not unlike a gargoyle, Law thinks), so he leaves it alone.

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Once, he spots the chef sleeping on deck with Zoro, but... upside down. As in, the swordsman is leaning on the mast and Sanji is resting his feet on Zoro's shoulders while his back is on the ground. It looks extremely uncomfortable. He also spots Zoro crack open his eye to peer down at the man, before closing it with a very resigned expression on his face and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Again, this is not his ship and Law most certainly does not want to open that can of worms right now. He leaves the two in peace and hopes they figure it out by themselves.

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ik its not the best but this has been in my drafts for like a week and if i dont post it now im gonna forget about it for like three months so... you guys can have it yeah !! i didn't proofread this either so please lmk if there are mistakes

ANYWAYS Spawned a brand new hc that bc Sanji was locked up for like 5 years he had to teach himself stuff and develops the muscle memory for it wrong and just self-corrects in front of other ppl after learning the right way to do it. i might explore that in a longer fic at a later date, we'll see.

ALSO!!!! by popular demand(read: one person) im gonna start posting on my ao3 soon. you can find it here and all my zosan ficlets will be compiled into a series soon! watch out for that yall

[kingcunny]

Both Viserys and Rhaenys ended up with likenesses carved after deaths but they feel wildly contrasting to me.

Viserys's is huge, grand, a part of long line. It's done out of tradition, it's putting forward an idea of a legacy and a new name of "Viserys the Peaceful" - it's not even representative of Viserys during the majority of his reign as he's healthy. It's done because it has to be done.

Whereas Rhaenys's is smaller but freer. She will travel, as part of that ship. She will lead. It's also connected to the real woman, more, even having a name she had in life, and looking how she looked in death, with her armour. It's done not because it HAS to be, but out of love.

What are your thoughts, if any?

this isnt really related to what you said but its something ive been thinking about so im gonna use this as a jumping off point.

but i think its really interesting that viserys statue has his valyria model in it, because it was such a private, personal thing. its not something anyone who didnt know him personally knows about. his statue makes him look like he was a city builder, but he wasnt. he wasnt anything. he just coasted on his grandfathers goodwill. but its trying to give him something, some legacy. i dont think it hit me until now that he was never called ‘the peaceful’ in life. thats really only a name you can earn in death

ive also questioned who commissioned the viserys statue (otto, certainly) and just like the idea that viserys statue was created as a form of legitimacy, a claim to power. just like everything else otto and alicent have done to set aegon up for the throne. but the inclusion of the valyria model feels so intimate to me, wondering if this was when otto first started to realize he missed viserys…

i actually dont remember rhaenys figurehead so i had to go back and rewatch that. and like you said i love that shes free, shell travel, able to lead in a way she wasnt ever given in life. the ship will carry on her name. her statue was made out of love and honor, dedicated to the life of a woman who was loved. verus viserys statue being made due to tradition, dedicated to his death, forever chained in the throne room- the thing that killed him. it doesnt honor his life and legacy like rhaenys does, it tries to create a new one…

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I'm not a "ship" person whatsoever but I do scroll character tags on occasion and see quite a bit of Vox and Vel together as well as what seems to be a lot of what I'm assuming is female original character stuff. I've even seen some Charlie and Vox too. So it's out there, but unless you're scrolling through character tags I can see how it might be hard to find. Personally, I also block/filter a lot of the big "ship" tags so maybe that also makes it easier for me to stumble across this stuff that "slips" through since I don't know if those pairings have names.

I get your point though. I do think many are inclined to erase his bisexuality when it's convenient. Interestingly, they also erase Valentino's pansexuality too. The same with Husk as well, but I check his tag a lot less so who knows.

What disappoints me, and I know I'm about to come off as nit-picky right now lol, is the lack of research people put into their "sexuality" headcanons for the characters with reference to their different eras. When reading some of them, you'd think the idea of "gay rights" was a completely new and foreign topic that only emerged after the early 2000s. I get people want to go for the simplistic "repressed and doesn't know what being [insert identity here] is" for some of the older characters but that completely ignores a fascinating and rich tapestry of queer history that could create far more interesting (and still accurate) stories for the characters/their backgrounds. I would really encourage those who haven't already or are generally unfamiliar to dive into this history as it might inspire their character ideas while also educate them on the work, art, and activism our queer elders have contributed to the community we have today.

I think this may partially relate to character ages being under explored as well. While I've seen debate on what is canon/has been decanonized many of these characters, as far as we know, died in their late 30s and beyond. That's a lot of life to live and experience. While certainly many people throughout history (and even today) kept their sexuality hidden from the public due to culture, shame, and safety that doesn't mean there weren't many incredible private venues/spaces that could be utilized to explore those feelings/identities in secret.

I could go on and on about this but I've totally strayed from your original point (I'm sorry!) and I'm very tired haha. I just think there are multiple factors coming into play here with these character interpretations and, for me, the biggest missed opportunity is the lack of historical research. But end of the day people should have their fun! Just an observation.

Completely agree with this! I doubt my response will be as long since I just woke up but other characters doing certain things or not knowing about sexualities is interesting, it just seems like a lot of people think older people don’t want to explore any of that like it only just happened recently as you said. I like to joke about Angel being shocked about gay marriage and not knowing a bunch of current terms but thats about it. With him being in the mafia when he was alive makes it much more interesting as well, I’m pretty sure around his time the mafia was blackmailing men in gay bars but dont quote me on that I might be wrong.

Anyway for Husk and Valentino pan erasure I see that a bunch too. Not exactly erasure but just… ignoring it? Moreso erasure on Valentino’s end because Ive seen people get mad at people for shipping Valentino with a woman and was like “hes gay dont do that” no he isnt. Also dont ship Valentino with anyone for the love of god. But like people are super used to just making up headcanons that they dont bother to look up actual canon stuff. I know Hazbin isn’t the best but if you want canonically LGBTQ+ characters use what you have and add on later. Or headcanon a background character, thats what I did with Molly.

People are very focused on modern day queerness and forget that this stuffs been happening for decades and it’s a bit sad. Also I seem to have strayed from my own question as well?? Anyway ty for mentioning this! Its very interesting 🩷

[otherentrance]

if i had a nickel for every time david tennant played a space alien who quoted a line from shakespeare to shakespeare and then the poet himself went "i might use that" i dont even know how many nickels id have. probably not a lot but its weird that it happened more than once

ahem

so doctor who s3e2 am i right. The Shakespeare Code

the most unrealistic thing about this episode full of witchcraft and bullshitting people is that shakespeare did the whole "now get out- *sees someone pretty* oh, ok, nvm sit down" but it was about martha and not david tennant. do i need to start shipping the doctor with literal shakespeare out of spite??

so martha and ten sit to chat with The Poet, right, and martha starts doing that thing where she tries to talk using words that pop culture associates with the time just for ten to turn to her and go "no, no, dont do that". rose tyler in the opening of Tooth and Claw is that you?

speaking of rose! "psychic paper, um, ..long story. oh i hate starting from scratch" right so martha doesnt understand the psychic paper because she's new. and i love ten's line here! "i hate starting from scratch"

its funny, because we know how much ten misses rose. we know how much emotional baggage comes with finding a new companion. yet we forget just how long the doctor has been doing this

i havent seen the classic era of doctor who, and i doubt anyone on tumblr has either, but the doctor has, presumably, been loosing people for a long time

& i appreciate how theres a real sense of experience in ten's line here. ofc he doesnt honestly mean "i hate starting from scratch", its just that when you do something for long enough little annoyances about it can tire you. and ten is, among other things, very tired

(similarly, i do very much appreciate this interaction between The Poet and ten. "and you, sir doctor, how can a man so young have eyes so old?" "i do a lot of reading." "a trite reply, yeah? thats what i do." & then ten's got this look on his face! tired eyes, slight smile, like he's softening. recognizing something of himself in shakespeare of all people. god i love him so much)

i think its fascinating, too, how theres a sense of.. unimportance(?) to his new companions when theyre new. like over the years, the people the doctor has interacted with have become just that- people. sure the significance and uniqueness of certain people stick out, but eventually you start seeing just how similar we all are, innately

and theres certainly something to love in that sentiment, that people are at their core very similar, and the doctor certainly loves humanity. but he doesnt know martha well enough for her individuality to matter entirely: she's another chance at happiness, another opportunity, instead of a fully understood person, to him

isnt there something so human in that? isnt there something a little bit tiring about having to unveil yourself to every new person you want to know? isnt it just a little tempting to pretend youre different? to pretend all that emotional baggage, all that history, doesnt exist? they dont know you, they wont unless you tell them, so dont. this is how you outrun the past, by throwing yourself into the future

(completely unrelated but this episode is so funny about queer stuff in hindisght. "so those [actors on stage in 1599] are men dressed as women, right?" "london never changes" like excuse me??? are you trying to imply something sir???

that whole "there was only one bed" scene in which martha is almost flirting but ten just completely ignores it

& then ten is annoyed that martha and shakespeare are stopping to chat so we get: ten: "come on, we can all have a good flirt later!" the poet: "is that promise, doctor?" ten: "oh, 57 academics just punched the air" pardon??

the witch [villain of the week] being seductive to trick ten? "thats one form of magic that isnt gonna work on me"??? oh??? ace ten confirmed????

and then the episode finishes off with banishing the evil witches by shouting "expelliarmus!" and ten throwing in a "good old JK". like i know they didnt know she was an ass in 2007 but man this episode is a rollercoaster)

um. yeah. im normal about doctor who

[petrichorium]

the Shanks is eldest daughter post is so real and true to me too, what's your conspiracy theory? :O

JDBFKSNFN okay for a bit more context i made the post bc i was watching the new ep and buggy’s flashback n just generally. How he saw shanks as this perfect golden son/scion of Roger………

But my conspiracy theory is that Roger basically asked shanks to give up his dream at 14 and told him to step aside to instead work towards setting up the stage for the future joyboy. I only have a little to go off of, I call it a conspiracy theory bc it’s me extrapolating more from his actions than from real concrete evidence in the story, but until we know shanks’ true motivations and what Roger really told him upon returning from Laughtale this will probably be how I personally see shanks and his intentions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ it’s fairly obvious he knew about the nika fruit and all that surrounds it and we can pretty safely assume Roger was the one who told him but aside from that what’s interesting to me is how as soon as it’s eaten he returns to the grand line and quite strategically works his way up to being an emperor, a title that he uses to act as this old guard/sentry to maintain balance until Luffy can come into his own. And for a boy who grew up on Roger’s ship, who used to gush about wanting to do nothing but sail and go on adventures in the future, to end up in that position twenty yrs later is a bit Interesting to me, esp in comparison to how the rest of Roger’s crew has faded into obscurity—shanks is very explicitly the only one who has retained that level of prestige. And like……. being asked by ur parent to set aside ur own goals to take care of the next generation even as ur other sibling looks to you as the epitome of the perfect doted-upon child is Very eldest daughter coded LMFAOOOOOOOO

Anyway I think there’s a decent chance this isn’t true or is only true to a far lesser extent bc it would be a bit out of character both for Roger (as the prime example of being a pirate and thus one enormous embodiment of Freedom) and honestly for Oda/the story, plus it does a bit of a disservice to shanks’ character as like. The story’s platonic ideal of a pirate (honestly I might even go so far as to say shanks is more that than even Roger is, being the mentor & the man luffy most emulates while Roger is a mythological idol) shanks is the one who fundamentally taught luffy how to be a pirate so the idea that Shanks threw away his dreams for luffy is a bit iffy. But I suppose there’s narrative weight to shanks giving up his dreams too, specifically for luffy in a sense—this is smthn I’ve gotten at in other posts abt his arm sacrifice and the hat, how to a certain extent the hat was always Luffy’s birthright as a symbol of Roger’s inherited will but the arm is smthn else entirely……… but now I’m just rambling and I know that’s me projecting more symbolism than Oda ever intended LMFAOOOOOOOO

So I think the most likely to be canon is a Lighter interpretation of the concept, that Roger did tell shanks some extent of what he saw on Laughtale and perhaps even made some requests of him, but not like. An order or anything. But idk who knows where it’s all headed!!! Certainly we’ll learn more about all of this and I’m sure buggy will be along for the ride too ISNFKDNKDN but there u go. Thats my conspiracy theory 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️