#thats certainly new for a ship like this

[aightbabygirl]

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]

[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

__________________________

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

[stinkw333d]

in this new interview with Jenna she’s asked about the bunny mask, and the Jackieshauna significance of it; and I of course think that mask specifically is about Jackieshauna, or Jackie specifically I guess. Regardless of whether or not Jackie “actually liked rabbits that much,” the narrative connects Jackie and rabbits constantly. Shauna’s figurines, “I would even eat a rabbit right now” etc.

We see the mask in the pilot first (I think) and we of course don’t have any context for it. When we get to Thanksgiving (Canada) we see Shauna pull it off of herself after they try to force-feed Ben. The next time the mask shows up, it’s the season finale. Melissa is wearing it for the hunt- when she tries to kill Shauna.

I really can’t ignore the Jackie/Shauna - Shauna/Melissa significance of that in my Jackieshauna addicted brain. Shauna didn’t *kill* Jackie- but she certainly played a significant role in her death, and fully blames herself regardless. Melissa wearing a mask of one of Jackie’s ‘symbols’ while trying to murder Shauna, and *not being able* to go through with it? Thats Something. I don’t think Jackie wouldn’t have let Shauna stay outside for long after their fight if Shauna had listened to her and left the cabin in the first place- and of course Shauna wouldn’t have let Jackie *stay* out there if she had known Jackie would never be able come back to her. It’s all part of the Jackieshauna tragedy of course.

“I knew you’d turn out to be boring” Shauna spits after Melissa gives up- implying that Jackie could never bore Shauna. No matter how badly Shauna wanted Jackie back; wether she really wanted Melissa to be like Jackie or just wanted *someone* to give her all of their attention like Jackie used to, Melissa would never be her. No one could replace Jackie, and deep down, Shauna knew Melissa was a poor substitute the whole time. She *knew* Melissa would turn out to be boring, “not Jackie.”

I don’t really care much about Shaunahat as a ship, but I care deeply about the Jackieshauna subtext at play between them.

All this being said, when we see everyone grab masks in Full Circle, it does seem to be at random, which I like to think is the norm when the masks are involved. In the pilot I’d just assumed everyone has assigned masks, as they do assigned roles; but that would defeat the purpose of the mask, no? Anonymity is the point. It would make the most sense for there to just be enough masks for everyone, but they’re communal- not assigned. You try *not* to pick the same mask twice. Of course, if anyone’s paying enough attention they could tell who’s who by what they’re wearing (Natalie and Hannah have to fully swap outfits to keep Shauna in the dark) but it’s part of the ritual. We’re doing something unspeakable; you can’t see me I can’t see you. If you really wanna know, you have to get close enough for us to look *each other* in the eye to figure it out. The masks are disguises for the shame as much as for the ritual.

(It would also be fun if Melissa had chosen the bunny on purpose during Full Circle, to further fuck with Shauna while everyone was actively trying to form a coup against her. There’s no real proof that Melissa could/would have known the significance of rabbits in terms of Jackie, so this p.s. is just full blown jackieshauna crack headcannon)

[faecaribou]

guys im so lazy if i give y'all my scout mermaid au WIP will someone else take it off my hands and run with it pleaseeeee

MERMAID SCOUT PIRATE AU

Solider: Somebody tell the most outrageous thing that ever happened to you. Spy: heh i fucked a mermaid once. The crew: Dude no one believes you Sniper: YOOOO LOOK WHAT I FOUND Spy: Wow its a merman with hair color unusual for mermaids. He kinda looks like he has my jaw line. And…my ears. And… Merman Scout, waking up from unconsciousness: hngnnf? Spy: AND MY EYES?  Spy: Spy: OH NO. The crew: The crew: Wait Spy why does this merman kinda look like you Scout, rolling his eyes: You mean I look like a human and thats because my father was a human. A pirate even. But I never got to meet the guy. The crew: …. The crew: So do you wanna be part of the crew. Promise Medic won’t kill you Medic: But with this new knowledge I would bring you back to life after!

my actual attempt at writing this:

To say that the RED crew was the most fearsome pirate crew on all the seven seas would certainly be a stretch, but if you asked anyone who actually had met the crew and survived they might say that they were the mightiest pirate crew. None of the RED crew had any great stories about them, their backstories as simple as being a doctor and a military man, and some whose pasts were too mysterious to know. No, they weren’t the most fearsome, but they were strong and always quick to land on their feet.

Of course, you had to be human to know of the RED crew.

“There’s a storm brewing in the distance,” Heavy noted.

“We’ll make it to shore before it hits, Heavy,” Medic replied. “Let’s just batten down all the hatches and if Heavy would please alert the Engineer to make sure none of his tools are rolling around, that would be good, ja?”

“Yes Doktor,” Heavy replied.

Another crewmate was watching the clouds gather in the distance.

(Blah blah setting the scene)

Sniper went to take a walk on the shore the next morning, very early. The sun was peaking over the watery horizon, but the sky was cloudy enough that it cast only a gentle glow on the sands, illuminating the strange lump on the shore without giving enough detail.

“Huh,” Sniper furrowed his brow, and approached.

At first, it seemed to be a fishing net, presumably caught on something if the tides hadn’t taken it back. The storm likely washed all sorts of stuff up, but nothing as big as this.

As Sniper drew closer, he froze. His breath caught in his throat as he spotted the glimmer of colorful scales. His mind drew up stories of old, stories that as a child he had so desperately wanted to believe in, then as a teen he had given up on. Since sailing the seas he hadn’t really started believing again, but there was no doubt that there were things out in the water that just didn’t make sense.

He stared down at the limp, unmoving mermaid, and said aloud, “Well, shit.”

The mermaid twitched at the sound but didn’t rouse. When Sniper pulled the net mostly to the side to get a better look, he saw red smeared across the sand. It bled red then. Like a human. He approached the mermaid, which was laying on its stomach, and flipped it over carefully. He grabbed it by it’s human half, and wasn’t sure if he was surprised that it was cooler to the touch than he expected.

 The mermaid- or merman, Sniper mentally corrected himself as he kept looking, seemed to be bleeding from the head, which would explain why it didn’t wake when Sniper touched it.

“Must’ve hit its head on the rocks,” He muttered nervously to himself.

It had red scales too, red as the flag their pirate ship so proudly waved, though the scales were shimmering slightly where the wet rope had been and turning dull where the air was drying them. It- he? had a tail a fair bit longer than a pair of legs would be, and short light brown hair. 

Sniper stood over it for a while, dithering, mind exploding in confusion, before the sun peeked through the clouds and caught his eye. He grimaced. People were going to be waking up soon, and he couldn’t imagine it would spell out well for the merman.

He was pretty sure that mermaids killed pirates, and that pirates killed mermaids too. Humans always seemed to want to kill what they didn’t understand. But when Sniper stared down at the merman, it looked quite young. Not a child, but certainly not an adult.

He sighed and scooped it up in his arms, fishing net and all, not daring to touch the fishy half of the strange creature. It’s tail flopped loosely and awkwardly, but Sniper managed. He turned back toward the ship, visible in the distance. The spin causes the merman’s head to loll, burying its face into Sniper’s shirt. He pauses, looking down at it hesitantly, before starting his journey back to the ship.

Sniper wasn’t trying to keep it a secret from his crew, but he didn’t want to make a lot of noise about it either. But the moment he boarded the ship Demo, lounging on the deck, glanced over.

“Morni- HOLY SHIT!” Demo barked, and his voice exploded with volume. “HOLY FUCK GUYS, GET OVER HERE, SNIPER’S GOT A-”

“Shh!” Sniper hissed, lurching forward toward the man to shut him up. “We don’t want the whole town knowing!”

“Knowing what?” Drawled a voice, as Spy exited his quarters. “Qu’est-ce que vous-” The masked man caught sight of what Sniper was holding, and his face went pale.

“Bring it below deck, quickly!” He hissed. “Allez, allez!” He ushered Sniper out of sight, Demo hot on Spy’s heels, as Medic poked his head out of the forecastle quarters.

“Vhat is all ze fuss about, hmm?” He asked, but the only answer he got was a series of shushes as the men hurried below deck. Medic sighed.

“Come along Heavy, it seems our friends have gotten into new types of trouble, ja?”

“WHATS THAT?” Soldier barked as everyone scrambled below decks. Pyro sat up from his hammock, mask facing the group that entered.

“Quiet, man!” Engineer leaned forward, pulling his goggles off. “My god, is that a…?”

“A mermaid,” Medic leaned forward, light glinting off his glasses from between the wooden planks above. “How fascinating. My experiments-”

“You’re not experimenting on it,” Sniper pulled the limp body closer to himself, and the merman let out a quiet little noise. He glanced down at it, making sure it was still unconscious, before looking back up at the rest of his crew. They were silent, standing in a circle, watching him hold the merman.

“It’s just a young thing,” Sniper said, unsure of how to voice how he feels. “It’s all hurt, must’ve been tossed ashore by the storm.”

“Being out of the water probably is not helping the merman.” Spy murmured, and Sniper glanced at him. “THE WHAT?” Soldier asked, only to be hushed again.

“What do you mean by that?” Demanded Sniper, and the Frenchman crossed his arms.

“They are like fish, they should not be dried out.” he stepped closer to Sniper and reached out, tapping one of the dull scales on the tail that Sniper had been too nervous to touch with a quiet knowledgeable confidence that left Sniper surprised. “A healthy mermaid’s scales would be shiny and brighter than this.”

“How do you know all that?” Demo asked, and Spy stepped back.

“You see some things, after traveling for so long.”

“See things, ja, not know such things.” Medic’s gaze locked onto the masked man. “I am curious to know what other things you know about mermaids and how you know them.”

Engineer stepped forward. “Everyone here is entitled to their secrets,” he said, but he didn’t sound all that pleased. “What really matters is, what are we gonna do with it?”

“What do you mean?” Sniper asked, grip tightening on the merman again.

“I would love to have it for my experiments,” Medic muttered, and Sniper scowled at him.

“WE SHOULD KILL IT!” Solder loudly declared, and Sniper took a step back.

Spy pulled out a cigarette, then paused and glanced at the merman and put it back.

“It’s just a little one,” Sniper pleaded. “It couldn’t possibly hurt us.”

“It is pretty cool to see one in person,” Demo agreed. “Why, Sniper is right, its just a little lad! If it tried hurting any of us, we’d easily overpower it.”

“MMPH!” Pyro mumbled enthusiastically.

“It is like a tiny baby,” Heavy said aloud, then with a glance at Medic, added, “Doktor should get to take a look at it.”

Sniper hissed at him while Spy lowered his head into his hands.

Engineer stepped forward. “Son, we can all agree that mermaids are supposed to be violent and dangerous. If it turns out to be that way, can we give it to Medic? And if it turns out that it really is just a young thing and can’t hurt us, well.” He glanced down at the unconscious creature. “Medic would still have to take a look at it, because it’s bleeding.”

“Ooh!” Medic leaned forward. “It’s blood is red, like a human. Very interesting.” He pulls out a scratchpad and a pen and scribbles something down.

“IT BLEEDS RED? THEN BY GOD HELP THE MAN!” Solider stepped forward and grabs the merman out of Sniper’s hand, the Australian squawking in dismay as the American pushes him away. He lays the merman down and pulls out a knife. Spy startled, fumbling with his cigarettes as Engineer took an aborted step forward in alarm.

“Now hold on!” Demo protested, but Soldier only cuts the net off of the merman and sheathes the knife. He grabs the remains of the net and takes it away, leaving the merman out on the floor where everyone can catch a better glimpse of it. Spy makes a strange, strangled noise that catches the crew’s attention; it’s hard to tell with his mask, but he’s gone as white as a ghost.

“Mon Dieu…”

[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.

[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

~

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.”

[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

[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…

[herrscherofmagic]

can someone give me a tl;dr about whats goin on between Lappland and Texas(?) in that new arknights trailer?? I dont really know shit about the arknights characters or story so i saw that trailer and kinda just went ?????? the entire time lmao

Since im very very behind in the story and haven’t actually seen a single scene between those two characters, all i know is that A) apparently Texas gets a debuff when you put her in the trade depot building thingy in the Base and pair her w/ Lappland, so i assume there’s canon beef between them, and B) i see a lot of ship art w/ them online so i assume that’s also one of those “enemies to friends/lovers” kinda things that may or may not actually be canon?

so i saw the cinematic when i opened the game just a few minutes ago and it was rly cool but i was also very confused because i thought the two of them were both operators with Rhodes Island. but the cinematic seemed very dramatic and i was like “wait so is this like actual present-day story stuff? Or prequel story stuff? or like is it some AU thing???”

because like they seemed very angy at each other and while I don’t know anything about their characters, i thought theyd at least be slightly less angy w/ each other when they’re both in rhodes island, unless they had a falling out or smth, which i certainly wouldnt know about since again i havent really played the main story or any events >.>

i know so little about Arknights because i probably have under 1 hour of total story time despite having “played” the game for over 4 years now… so like i expect to be confused, thats quite natural, but im curious if there’s anyone willing to risk wasting their time trying to explain this trailer to an ignorant fool such as myself >~<

[frostyclove]

S3 Ep 7 all my notes from / live reaction to the whole episode <3

episode 7. Should be my favorite 

What the fuck ???

OH

Oh my gawd FOLEY 

FOLEY ART I SEE FOLEY (and its literally meta foley too because its used as the sound but its also diegetic sound like. layers to the sound design here and not just in the files. )

Please tell me the episode isnt entirely them

We cannot afford a filler episode with only 10

Where do I know this guy from ?

Oh I feel like im playing a video game I love the directing so much

THE PARALLELS 

The who does what now and why is he named Peter ?????

Lol

Oh this feels like jurassic park. This is so nice. How can directing be nostalgic I love it

I spy a Gwen Cooper type ~~~ I know one when I see one!

Oh the parallels to supernatural (show) keep growing too thats so fun 

PHONES THAT SHOULDNT BE WORKING WORKING THATS ANOTHER ONE

Shauna be like lol

Im enjoying them I just really still dont want this episode to be all themmm

] think we found Javis friend

This does just feel SO video game-y I am obsessed 

Bbq?????? The girls/?????

OOHHHH it IS the girls ISNT IT 

IT IS!!!! AND not a full episode of them!!!! Yayyyyy

Awwwww van 

Lol misty

Lottie girl

Ew

OH MY GOD

Poor mari

Lottie wtf babe

Love that Nats basically in charge again but WTF

Hi Shauna that was a lot how are you doing 

Oh shes not doing well I dont think

Awww Callie honey im sorry your mom sucks and is probably going to murder you

Oh this was a preview 

Poor little nat 

Ohhh directing flowers 

THE HAIR 

Lol video game ass hiding spot 

….. do we know baby ?????

Other tai I love you 

Van I love your reactions

WAIT I DONT EVEN KNOW THE DAUGHTER BUT I SO SHIP HER WITH CALLIE 

Wait if it is not Mellissa shes almost certainly dying and mari with her :((

Not the va mention lol

ROAD TRIP

Shauna you sleuth look at you go

Lol that answers that 

So I at the current do not at all like this all being hinged on people we have never met. HOWEVER; that is also the exact circumstance that all my favorite supernatural characters got introduced. Namely Crowley and rowena and chuck and Gabriel like. So I must let it play out before stressing

I do miss Nat though her part of the dynamic is missed

Lol other tai you sleaze 

She did not promise 

Ohhh intense again 

Tai …

Van adea frienddd

Oh my poor tai and van that … 

Thank god for young tai getting plot love that so love that 

Oh van honey you know its too late for that

Oh the duo ship of this show coming in full force

Awww and misty lost her duo 

Lol

All the fire going out seems symbolic of something but idk yet

And the playable character has made her way through her first boss fight!

She didn’t tell nat

And she stole the hair

Girly why are you becoming a body thief

Oh 

She has not yet passed the first boss

See thats literally all the pushback I need when it comes to Shauna. Im not asking for her to be perfect just with a hold on button 

WHAT 

He better be lying

Lol

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DID CALLIE KILL LOTTIE I THINK CALLIE KILLED LOTTIE I DONT THINK SHUANA DID IT BUT HTEY WOULS HWVE MWTCHIG DNA

VAN NO BE OKAY

Iuheffbg wilderness again

NOOO MISTY GLASSES

Oh my hello more video game vibes but now literally just until dawn

Travis 

No shes not tai

Awww misty Shauna bonding

Misty confrontation might not be the right choice at this exact moment 

Girl 

Omg did Shauna do it

Oh no

Oh no

Oh this is horrible but this is cool as hell 

What did I tell yall about van and fire

Van knows now idk what that will mean

Charlotte what are you doing 

LEAVE IT IN OMG 

THE PARALLELS TO MY FAVORITE SHOW LIKE THIS ONE CONTINUE OMG KNOWCK OFF WILL I SEE YOU I CANT STAND EITHER OF YOU BUT I KNOW WHATS COMING AND ITLL BE ICONIC

Hi Hannah 

Stress hives lol

Omg Callie I love you

He does nt have all the journals 

Oh shit he does hes just actually chill like that

He doesnt?? I cant tell he either doesnt know or is pretending he doesnt but idk if hes that smarty pants

Shes leaving her knife?

No she bought a new one like her old one

NOOOO the episode is over oh well that was phenomenal fav of the season makes me want to watch my secret show again 9.7/10 <3333

[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 🩷

[candycryptids]

Levraut fishes up what is CLEARLY a cursed artifact. Like the kind of cursed that'd take Y'shtola and Urianger half an expansion to figure out how to deal with it.

Who would he try to give it to with a big ole smile and a "Oh I just thought of you when I found this" ?

[as a mild aside I love this ask so much I might gpose something for it later because it made me laugh]

So there’s two options to this- and both are equally possible, so just think of it as a place where the timeline splits 😂

The first one is handing it off to Kizuna who he thought of immediately as being just the sort of Hero to deal with the sort of mess a cursed artifact comes with. Perhaps it would be of use during his battles to come? Who knows- Kizuna’s Eaten Voidsent several times in the past so hopefully the worst case is he slurps it dry, and it’s just a cool definitely not cursed trinket that doesn’t pulse under your fingertips like it has a lifeblood of its own.

Lev needed it out of his own hands asap though. It was whispering to him. Shapes curling in the corners of his vision. Out on the water he saw what he thought was a ship, lantern dangling as an inviting beacon. So why did it have fins, the glint of teeth poking out of the water at the bow? “Hail, sailor,” it calls, “come hither, cast off the dingy, we’re stranded, we can pay you handsomely, and more,”

Anyways. Get rid of it.

Or! He gives it to Tangy- an orange cat who would probably appreciate this sort of thing. Some sorta gauntlet, mysteriously lacking corrosion from its time under the waves. When he’d hauled it up, it had been grasping at the lure. Yet it pried away easily, like it was meant to be held. To be worn.

‘Much too big for my hands, though,’ a voice unfamiliar in his mind murmurs.

“Here, you seem the sort what would really ‘preciate this sorta find,” he declares, presenting this glove, washed clean of the salt and wrapped in soft cloth. To Tangy, his new made friend, made in the Rising Stones. She’d just been complaining her hands had hurt from using them bare to fight. Surely a glove would be a welcome gift.

Certainly, he was not guided into her path, a gullible, stupid girl, who slides the gauntlet on like a perfect glove with a bright and too-toothy smile. “Oh I LOVE IT!” She squeals, and then she goes off to crush another Garlean squadron that was patrolling too near for comforts.

The gauntlet tries to whisper, to probe, to control, manipulate, but Tangy brushes it off. ‘Thats not very nice,’ she tells it once, when it had suggested that if the merchant was going to insult her she should show him her full might, demand respect.

‘I’m not going to waste food like that,’ she stubbornly defies it again later, when it urges her to pour boiling hot soup into someone’s lap after an off-handed comment about Moenbryda rubbed raw wounds of all seated.

She polishes this glove, gives it a place of high honor (right next to her bedside table!) and even has a replica made for her other hand. Too stubborn to be manipulated. It gives up, eventually, resigned to its fate of being wasted

Sometimes it tries to call to others; Thancred, Urianger, Y’shtola, Ishi’li- never Keathan, who would smite it before it could take hold.

Someday she’ll slip up, and perhaps some other hand will slide into that welcoming embrace, and it will renew its efforts to overtake, consume, throttle, command, Rise.

Anyways Kizuna + Keathan belong to @dustedbooksandreadingnooks and this was really fun to answer MWAH