#the island chapter 5

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Stranded FINAL Chapter 5

Summary:  Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island.  Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive.  But is he really alone?

Warnings: bodily injury, mentions of sexual harassment/assault, eventual smut

Previous chapter

Bucky was quiet from then on.  He knew he was being ridiculous, but couldn’t find it in himself to try to be better.  He started messing with the plane’s motherboard after finding a manual under one of the seats.  He had taken a few classes in school about electronics and needed something to keep his mind off of the unlivable situation he lived in now.  

A few weeks later he figured out how to turn it on, the plane thrumming as he picked up the radio and held the button.  Static rang out in the cabin and he smiled.  It was worth a try, right?

“Hello?  Can anybody hear me?” He said loudly into the receiver.  He waited a moment before trying again.  “We are stranded on an island.  Last known location was near the southern coast of Costa Rica.  SOS.”  He waited again.  He thought he heard a blip of some kind of noise, but it quickly disappeared back into static.  He sighed and repeated the message one more time before leaving the radio on for a few more minutes, then turning off the plane altogether.  

He did it every day at about the same time.  He never heard anything, but he figured that at least it was something new to try.  The sour mood between him and Y/N eased up slightly, but the tension was still there.  At night they didn’t dare touch each other as they slept next to each other, and if they woke up entangled they would quickly apologize and move away like each other’s touch stung.  

Bucky woke up one morning to a strange sound.  He waited until he heard it again and then shot up out of bed.  The jostling woke Y/N.  “Buck?  What’s going on?”  Bucky ran out of the plane and towards the beach he had washed up on.  The blaring noise happened again, and as he broke through the tree line he saw a huge cruise ship coming their way.  He started laughing and waving his hands above his head.  “We’re here!  We’re here!”  

He could faintly see a few people aboard waving back at him.  Bucky turned back to the tree line and saw Y/N slowly walking out of it.  She gaped at the ship coming toward them.  “It worked!!  Y/N it worked!”  Bucky ran up to her, picking her up and twirling her around.  Y/N barely reacted, her eyes still watching the ship as a few smaller boats were lowered with people in them coming to shore.

“The radio?”  Y/N asked, her eyes finally meeting his.

“It worked,” Bucky breathed, surprised by himself.  “We’re saved.  We can go back home.”  

Y/N broke down into sobs, sinking down to her knees and crying heavily as Bucky held her.  The small boats finally made it to the shore, some people walking up to greet them and helping them grab what they wanted to keep and bringing them back to the cruise ship.  

They were hurried along to the doctor on board to be assessed, then given a shared room to get clean and settled as the ship moved back towards a port in Costa Rica.  The captain asked them a lot of questions and gave them his phone to call whoever they could think of.  News spread on the ship quickly of the rescue mission and that one of the people was the famous lost singer.  

Y/N and Bucky hid in the cabin they were given, not wanting to be hounded by passersby and watching eyes.  After another dinner had been brought to them Y/N stood out on the balcony, watching the water and the sunset.  Now that she was cleaned up Bucky found it even harder to look at her.  The wild nature of how he’d found her would probably always be his favorite, but this clean, glowing woman in the setting sun was another nail in his coffin.

Bucky approached her, standing next to her and leaning on the balcony like she was.  They stood together for a moment before the sun disappeared off the horizon, then Y/N quickly turned and went back inside.  Bucky sighed then followed her in.

“How much longer are you going to ignore me?” He asked.  Y/N looked at him in shock.  “Or are you just waiting til we make port and then you’ll be whisked off to your awaiting entourage and try to forget this ever happened?”

“For fuck’s sake Bucky,” Y/N grimaced.  “It’s like you don’t know me at all, after what, almost a year on the island together?”

“Apparently I don’t, because you won’t speak to me.  You won’t even look at me most of the time.  I really thought that maybe someday if we got off that godforsaken island we’d have a chance at a happy life together.  You made it pretty clear you wanted me,” he said as he walked up to her.  Y/N backed up until her back hit the wall.  “And I’m pretty sure I made it clear I wanted you.  So now that we’re free, and safe, did you change your mind?”  He gave her a wounded look as he tried to control his frustration.  “Or was I just a convenience to you?  Something that made you feel good for a minute?”

Y/N looked hurt at his words.  “Of course not, Buck.”  He stared at her and waited.  She sighed and hung her head.  “You scare me.”

Bucky recoiled at that.  “Scare you?”

“Yes, you scare me.  Because from the moment I saw you I wanted you,” she said, her voice raising.  “Not just because I was lonely.  And I fought, I wrestled with myself that entire time, to keep it friendly.  We were using each other to survive, to have companionship in the struggle.  And then you helped me not freeze to death, and then you looked at me like that,” she gestured towards him.  “And then I was weak and wanted just a moment of something good, just one moment to feel you.  And you gave it to me, and it felt so good, I didn’t want to stop.” Her eyes closed and she rubbed her temples with her fingers.  “But I couldn't handle it, being near you, after that.  I wanted more, all of it, all of you, what we could be.  And now we’re safe,” she looked back up at him.  “And now…I’m scared of what this means for us.”

Bucky sighed again, a small smile on his lips.  “Well we’re here.  We’re going home.  And we can make that whatever we want it to be,” he stepped toward her again, reaching for her hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.  “All I want is you, lovey.  I’m all yours.”  

Y/N gave him a dreamy look, her eyes fluttering at the feeling of his lips on her skin.  “I’m yours,” she whispered back to him.  

Bucky couldn’t wait anymore and gently grabbed her face and kissed her.  Y/N immediately responded, her hands winding around his waist and pulling him close, a soft whine passing her lips.  Bucky walked backwards until his legs hit the bed behind him and he sat, bringing her with him to straddle his lap.  His hands slid from her face down to her waist, settling on her hips and pulling her flush to him.  Y/N was feeling him all over, her hands gripping his shoulders, the back of his neck, his face, his arms, everywhere she could reach.  He opened his mouth and tasted her lips with his tongue, making her whimper and opening her mouth to let him in.  

Y/N scratched her nails down his scalp and he moaned into her mouth.  It all felt so good, too good, that he felt like he was vibrating from the inside out.  His hands slid to her butt and he pushed her down onto his growing erection.  Y/N gasped, her hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck.  Bucky started kissing down her cheek to her neck, licking and sucking different spots, finding out what she liked.  When he reached the top of the sundress someone had given her from the cruise gift shop he pulled the straps down and started kissing the swell of her breasts.

“Oh god,” Y/N sputtered, her hips starting to grind down on him.  She started pulling at his shirt, which he quickly helped get off before going back to her chest.  Her fingers softly ran along the scar on his sternum then her nails scratched down his chest, making him slightly rut up against her hips.  He suddenly turned so that she was laid on the bed and he crawled over her, pulling her dress down til her breasts were exposed then hiking up the bottom half of the dress til he could see her pussy.

“No underwear?” Bucky breathed incredulously.

“Well when you haven’t worn them for a few years…” Y/N teased, giving him a shrug.

Bucky moaned as he looked at her, one of his hands reaching down and his fingers exploring between her legs while he went back to nipping and licking her breasts, his tongue flicking one of her nipples as he found her clit.  She arched her back at the dual sensations as she choked out a moan.  Bucky’s thumb rubbed and flicked her clit while his other fingers slowly entered her.  He groaned from feeling how wet she was for him.  As he pumped his fingers in and out her moans became increasingly louder, her legs shaking and her hips bucking against his hand.  He kissed back up to her mouth and pumped his fingers faster, curling them slightly inside her.  Y/N panted against his mouth, feeling the tightening deep inside her get pulled taught until it snapped and she yelped as she came around his fingers.

Bucky kept pumping until her hips stopped shaking, then he pulled his fingers out and tasted them.  “Taste so good, Y/N,” he groaned as he shifted himself over her.  He shimmied out of his pants and underwear and pulled her legs up and over his hips.  He dragged his cock through her wet lower lips, the head rubbing on her clit and making her whine.  “We don’t have any protection…” 

“We can figure that out later,” Y/N said hoarsely.  “Please Bucky, let me feel you.”

Bucky thanked the scientific gods for after-sex birth control as he held his cock, pumping it a few times before lining himself up with her.  He slowly pushed the head in, making her mouth drop open, a long groan coming from each of them.  Y/N’s feet hooked behind his back, pulling him in faster.

“Fuck, Y/N, you want my dick that bad?” Bucky gasped.  Her pussy felt like it was swallowing him whole and he had to wait a moment so he wouldn’t immediately lose it.

“I need to feel you…all of you, everywhere,” Y/N said, her hands scratching up and down his back.  

Bucky could tell she was touch starved but wasn’t prepared for how badly she would want him.  The thought flattered him but made his heart ache for her.  “I’ve got you,” he promised, keeping his upper body close to hers.  He rolled his hips, making her eyes roll in her head.  “I’ve got you, Y/N.  My girl…”

He thrust slowly at first, letting her adjust to him and feel him fully.  Y/N’s brow furrowed, her eyes shut tight, her hands sliding down to his butt to pull him in again then tickling up his sides.  Bucky had been with people before, but none of it had felt this intimate, this special or personal.  He picked up the pace of his hips and thrust a little harder, helping him reach a little deeper.

“Buck…” Y/N moaned, kissing his cheek and down to his neck, licking and sucking along his throat, her fingers running through his hair again.  Bucky’s hips shook as he thrust even harder.

“God, Y/N,” he moaned into her ear.  “Taking me so well…so deep…you feel perfect.”  He kissed her again, their tongues entangling as he thrust in and out of her.  He could feel her pussy flutter around him and he shivered.  “You gonna cum?  Cum all over my dick?  Huh?” he spoke against her lips, not letting any space come between them.  

“Fuck yes,” Y/N said, then sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nipping it with her teeth.

“Gonna fill you up–”

“Please,” she gasped, her back arching.

Bucky slipped a hand between them and started flicking her clit as his hips pummeled into her, chasing his own release.  “My girl…my pretty girl…” he grunted.

Y/N tensed as she came again with a loud strangled moan that he quickly covered with his mouth.  Her pussy squeezed his cock so hard that he gritted his teeth, a long whine coming from his throat as he came inside her, continually rutting against her to make sure she could feel it all.  Y/N groaned feeling him fill her up, a little bit of cum dripping from in between them.

They panted against each other as they tried to breathe normally again.  Bucky’s face was tucked against her neck, his lips randomly kissing her neck and her ear, whispering praises to her.  She shifted her arms so that she was holding him around his shoulders, her fingers running through his hair like they used to when they would fall asleep together in the plane.  She started humming “Nature Boy” softly like she used to and he smiled.  When she finished the song Bucky sighed and squeezed her.

“God I love you,” Bucky sighed.

Y/N tensed slightly and looked down at him.  He looked up at her to see her reaction.  She was smiling softly and leaned down to kiss his nose.  “I love you, too,” she said quietly.  

***

Bucky had been right about one thing.  Once they made port Y/N was surrounded by people and cameras that separated them.  Bucky was greeted by his parents and sisters, their tearful reunion recorded for the world to see.  Y/N’s family tried to whisk her away but she wouldn’t leave without Bucky, pushing through photographers who were screaming questions at her and him and their families.  Airport and police officials took them all away to a private room and asked Y/N and Bucky extensive questions about what happened to them.  After a few hours they were finally released, and Y/N jumped into action with her family and people who had been involved with and in charge of her estate upon her disappearance.  She arranged for everyone’s flights home and figured out a time for her and Bucky to get back together soon once everything calmed down and they got things settled in their lives.

“This isn’t goodbye,” Y/N said, tears falling from her eyes as they held each other.   “You hear me?  I will get things settled and come get you.”  Bucky nodded, a few stray tears of his own falling that she quickly wiped away.  “You’re mine.  And I’m yours.”

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” Bucky repeated, kissing her nose.  “I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N said, her tears falling more heavily.

They separated, each of them going back to their respective homes.  Bucky had a slow, steady flow of tears the whole way home, his family trying to console him.  He cried for the friends he’d lost and all the questions the officials had about them and having him go through what happened the day of the storm.  He cried for being able to see his family again.  He cried for the fact that he had survived and was rescued.  He cried for finding love that he so far had only gotten to enjoy for a short period of time, and he wasn’t sure when he’d feel it from her again.  Bucky was a mess as he tried to get back into normal life.  All the things he used to take for granted now were overwhelming.  He couldn’t sleep when she wasn’t there next to him to hold him.  The silence in his life was so loud without her there always humming or singing a song.  His parents tried to get him to cut his hair but he wouldn’t because he knew when the time came that she would want to run her fingers through his hair again.

A few weeks later he got the call and was instantly on a plane.  As scared as she was of flying it was the fastest way to get him, and so he found himself on a private plane.  Y/N had been able to get her estate fixed and was bringing him back to her.  The minute he was on solid ground Y/N was running to him on the tarmac, jumping into his arms then holding, crying and kissing each other.  She brought him to her apartment that she was renting for the time being.

“How have you been?” she asked once they were finally alone.

“Not great,” Bucky said honestly, a grimace on his face.

“Yeah me neither,” Y/N laughed sadly.  

Bucky pulled her close, holding her face in his hands as he just sat and looked at her.  “Can we just…lay down?”

“Yes,” she whispered, staring at him like she was memorizing him all over again.

She led him to her room and they changed into more comfortable clothes and got into her bed together.  Bucky snuggled into her chest as she held him, her hands running through his hair.  He breathed shakily.  It was like he was taking his first full breath in over a month.  Y/N moaned as she felt him against her.  “It’s been too long, my love.”

“Never again,” Bucky sighed.  

“Yeah you’re not going anywhere,” Y/N snorted.  “You and I are going to go get a house together.  And anywhere I go, you go.  I mean…” she looked down at him.  “You can obviously say no…”

“Please,” Bucky scoffed.  “I’m not going anywhere.  You’re going to get so sick of me.”

“Impossible,” Y/N scoffed back at him.  

As they cuddled Bucky felt like he could finally relax.  He was willing to give up anything he ever wanted or planned just so he could stay right there with her forever.  As hard as the experience had been, he was grateful to have been stranded with her. 

THE END! I hope y'all liked this one. And I'll keep churning out more stories as they come to me. Thank you for the likes, comments, follows and reblogs!!

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

Gear Reverse Theory (kinda)

okay hear me out. no the 3 week break is not messing with my mind. but WHAT IF Gear Reverse is an actual thing. we've seen Luffy in Gear 5 multiple times by now, right? and one of the consistent responses that Luffy has had to people acknowledging him as Sun God Nika has been essentially "Huh? I'm just Monkey D. Luffy!". Like he does not care for this Sun God business in the slightest.

The point is, Luffy has never wanted to be any sort of hero or God, and he doesn't take kindly to his new gear (Gear 5) basically being called a reincarnation of someone else, specifically someone who was worshipped as a God of Liberation. He always clarifies that he's just Monkey D. Luffy and doesn't really understand this Sun God business.

But we've also seen it be stated that Zoan devil fruits have a 'will of their own' and in the case of Luffy's mythical zoan, the will of the fruit is that of Sun God 'Nika'. We've seen Luffy undergo a fairly noticeable shift in personality numerous times while fighting in Gear 5. While his major fights pre-awakening used to be tense struggles with him adopting a more serious demeanor, his recent fights have been more characterized by humor and goofiness. This seems to be a direct effect of the will of Sun God Nika or Joyboy coming to the forefront. In a way you could say that Luffy's will and personality is sort of playing second fiddle in Gear 5.

We all know that Luffy is a headstrong and in a sense, selfish guy. He values his beliefs, personality and aspirations over the morality of a hero, as we've seen several times in the series. He was averse to Jimbei trying to frame him as a hero in FMI, and the same held true for one of his first interactions with Vegapunk, in which he seemed disenchanted at the thought of being some sort of hero. Oda seems to be indicating more than once that Luffy is yet to realize that his awakening has made him a reincarnation of a God.

So what exactly will Luffy do once he fully understands what his fruit and its awakening entail? He's going to be unhappy about it. Luffy does not want to be a hero, and especially not when it comes with the added cost of having your will taken over by a mythical deity. and this is where Gear Reverse comes in. Luffy is going to be the first human to go beyond his awakening. Gear Reverse is going to be Luffy asserting his will over the fruit and making use of all its powers post awakening while also making sure his will is the dominant one, and not that of the fruit. I'm not sure how exactly Gear Reverse would look, but I think it would be cool if it was Luffy simply in his base form and nothing more, while still being able to fight in the ridiculous manner he does, turning the environment to rubber and such.

I think one of the biggest indicators which point towards Luffy slowly gaining control over his devil fruit, rather than his devil fruit having control over him, is this panel from chapter 1108. It is in equal parts menacing and goofy, combining both those elements to create a terrifying atmosphere, and a bit of a departure from the overly humorous style of fighting that Gear 5 has been so far.

Anyways yeah, there's probably a buncha holes in this theory, but I found the concept of an internal clash of wills within Luffy, between him and his devil fruit, to be pretty interesting and in character for Luffy, while also being a fresh and innovative direction for the series to take with Gear 5 rather than it just being a chosen one story.

[beachyserasims]

I was going to start posting Chapter 6 of my Geneva Island Legacy series today, but I got sooo inspired by @havenroyals and their Chapter 5 recap that I had to do the same for my story. So here is my first chapter recap, including my favorite comments from chapter 5!

Legacy Living - When we all cried together

@feroshgirlsims

Saw Something - When we wondered wth actually happened

@lynzishell

Little Sunshine - Where we met the sweetest angel ever

@sirianasims

Be Closer - When we welcomed someone new

@cowplant-snacks

Brainstorm - Where we empathized with Autumn

@prettyymafia

Dessert - Where we got REALLY spicy

@deardiaryts4

Summer Charity - When we cheered and said FINALLY!!

@honeyjars-sims

Thank you so much to everyone who commented or showed any love and support to my story. Any day that I posted and was given the chance to interact with you all was a great day for me ♡♡♡ I am excited to start Chapter 6 this Friday!! Stay tuned ♡

[idreaminmugiwara]

I don't know if I've ever seen Luffy this terrifying. In a good way. I can't wait to see this animated.

[gtbutterfly]

Update on the really old GT book I've been reading,

For some reason, it keeps implying that a tiny being in a giants hands is "silly" and "babyish" and "humiliating" and I don't know if I should be offended or feel called out.

[sskk-manifesto]

Delusional take: season 5 is 6 episodes of Stormbringer and 6 episodes of manga adaptation

[madmachaca]

Being completely honest,

I love cartoons

this makes me smile a lot

[laugtherhyena]

You know what, no, i don't think I'll ever not be mad that Ayame was the only Dra culprit that didn't get an island or area dedicated to in Sdra2. That fact will always make me feel an ungodly rage within my soul.

[arcade-gann0n]

OH !

(reading: chapter 1095)

[fiddler-sticks]

Ninjago seasons and specials ranked by how good the music is (with commentary)

Just a comment before we start: This does not include Weekend Whips or any other intros. Just the score that plays under episodes and credits music

21. Skybound

There's just barely any music for this season due to budget cuts or something of the like, and what music that is there I'm just not super enthused about or I forgot about

20. Crystalized

While there's a good amount of music for this season, I didn't find it super special or appealing, and it was just kind of meh like the season itself

19. Legacy of the Green Ninja

I hate to put this here, but something's gotta go here so it might as well be S2. The music was pretty great and there's a LOT of it, plus it's available to the public on an album, but really the only tracks from this season that stick out to me are Day Jobs and The Final Battle

18. Rebooted

Again, don't dislike the music, but something's gotta take these spots and I can't even recall any pieces from this season except for X-1 Joyride and Built to Protect

17. The Island

The score for this season is miles better than the plot and execution, but there's not a lot of it. There was like, one piece I could find on youtube. It was great though! Really fit the island vibe

16. Fire Chapter

It was pretty hard to decide whether The Island or Fire Chapter went here, but eventually I decided on Fire Chapter just because it had more tracks, plus the ongoing and reused Serpentine theme. None of the tracks really stood out to me, but I loved that they reused the Serpentine theme from the first few seasons for Aspheera and her minions

15. Seabound

This one is here for a combination of reasons from The Island and Fire Chapter. It has a lot of music, plus it fits the ocean theme super well. None of the tracks stood out to me except for the one reused one from Wu's Teas when they're all walking out in their diving gear though, so that's why it's this low

14. Hunted

I absolutely love the plot of this season and the hunter's theme, but the only thing that really stood out to me as 'Wow, this is amazing was Dragon Hunt'. It's also super all over because of the whole realms thing, which obviously doesn't make for a very consistent soundtrack. The Resistance Never Quits is a great track, too

13. March of the Oni

Now we start moving into the great seasons. 13th place might seem low, but considering how flipping amazing the other soundtracks are I think this is well-placed. It's diverse, but all fits together and the two moods are nicely separated, unlike whatever was happening in Hunted. I really like the nice, flowy, and clean tracks when we're around the ninja, and the choppy, dissonant music with the whispers and uncommon time signatures for the Oni never fails to give me good chills

12. Hands of Time

I'm gonna be honest with you and say that I was going to put this one a LOT lower, but then I decided to give it a relisten, and DANG. I can't believe I forgot how much of a BANGER this soundtrack is! Especially the ongoing theme. I think I forgot just because the plot of the season is so forgettable, but the music definitely goes hard

11. Rise of the Snakes

I think this is probably the most expected ranking on this list. The soundtrack is great, but it's not amazing. It's really hit-and-miss, honestly. You have bangers like Falcon Chase, Taking the Bait, Weapons Take Flight, and Race to Ouroboros, but the rest of it is kind of bland and forgettable in my opinion

10. The Lego Ninjago Movie

It seems like no one talks about the score for TLNM when we should absolutely be talking about it! It's great! You should really go listen to it. The percussive flute tracks by Greg Pattillo are especially good. Pieces like Sibling Rivalry, The Rise of Kitty Kitty, and Wise Master Wu are also super great!

9. Sons of Garmadon

I honestly can't remember why I put this so high, but I trust more-awake-Fiddler's judgment. It's got a great score, it's just that not a lot of it is super memorable for me. The very beginning of the season (the first bit of Sons of Garmadon Heist) gets stuck in my head all the time though

8. Pilots

Even though there are only 3-4 tracks in both episodes (depending on whether or not you count the Overture), all of them are amazing. Attack of the Skeleton Army, Discovering Spinjitzu / Dragon Ride, and especially Training Course all go hard, and I love that the very first taste of Ninjago we ever got had such great music. Like, be honest. Do you think that Ninjago would've taken off if it had some crap MIDI, mass-produced music in the background? I personally don't think so. We owe a lot to Vincent & Kramer for the Ninjago we know today

7. Day of the Departed

Considering that this special has like, only one track, this is pretty fuckin' high for just one piece of music among whole seasons worth of music. I cry pretty much every time I hear Maybe I'm Departed, and it hits so much harder after Kirby Morrow's passing. Also, little self-promo here, if you haven't listened to my version of Maybe I'm Departed yet, what are you doing?

6. Prime Empire

Prime Empire's music is just fucking sick. It goes so hard and perfectly fits with the cyberpunk/video game vibes of the season. It's so diverse, too, with tracks from Scott's Stowaway Part 2, to Stayin' Aflight, to Fourth Mile Marker, to the Noir Whip. I'd say one of my favorite parts in the entire thing is when a West Side Story reference appears in the soundtrack of Confidential when two or three of the goons are snapping like the Jets lol. My favorite track in Prime Empire would have to be Fourth Mile Marker, just because it's so beautiful, and the melody also reminds me a lot of the theme from Schindler's List, which is just a beautiful theme

5. Dragons Rising

DR is all the way up here despite being so new because the music is already so iconic in my eyes. I haven't even really paid attention to the 'remixes' of old pieces yet, I'm just in love with the original music. It's so unique, and you really can't mistake it for any other season. I especially love the credits from The Merge Part 1, and Tradition of the Ninja

4. Master of the Mountain

I originally had this at #3, but I made a last-minute decision to bump it down one. Not because of anything about it though. It's fuckin' epic. I love the ongoing theme, and in the suite, I absolutely love at the very beginning the few notes played by handbells. Also in the suite, from about 5:49 to the end is the most epic, magical, grandiose thing I've ever heard in my life and you need to go listen to it right this second. Exit tumblr, listen to it, then come back for the top 3. I'll be here when you get back. And one more thing I love about the score is that it's constantly in different and weird times, and cuts out beats when you're least expecting it. Also, I know I said I wouldn't bring Whips into this, but I absolutely love that the beginning is in 6/8. First whip not in 4/4 let's gooooooooo

3. Ice Chapter

Honestly, I was super torn about whether I should put this one at #4 or #3, but in the end, I chose this spot for a number of reasons. The whole thing just gives off winter vibes, I absolutely love the folk aspect of it for the Formlings theme, the Ice Emperor theme is so freaking dark and scary, and there are so many bangers! Namely Akita Finds Her Animal Form and Twice As Stubborn

2. Possession

If you know me, this might come as a surprise seeing as how much I love this season and its music, but it's actually second place for me. It is home to my favorite piece from Ninjago ever, though, which is Ghost Story. I've probably made dozens of posts about the geniusness of Morro's theme and music when he's around and talked about, so I won't go into great detail about that. Just know that the well-known bit features the tritone (often called the devil's interval) played on a fiddle and/or viola (the fiddle was considered the devil's instrument back in ye olden days). Anyway, I highly recommend that you go listen to Ghost Story because it's just a wonderful piece that beautifully tells Morro's story through music

1. Tournament of Elements

I always go back and forth on whether ToE or Possession is my favorite season, but there was no doubt in my mind that ToE is my favorite from a musical standpoint. It's so diverse, yet fits together so nicely. The music features a lot of traditional drums and chanting, really fitting the whole island/fight club/cult theme. The season also has a bunch of bangers, spanning from Gauntlet of Humility, to Thinking About Yourself, Rooftop Ruffhouse, And That's The Kink, I Am the Titanium Ninja, Lloyd's Flashbacks, and who could forget Sneaking Around, the credits music for a bunch of episodes in a lot of other seasons

So, do you agree with my ranking? Feel free to reblog with thoughts or your own rankings!

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Pop AU Crossover: Survival

Chapter/Episode 5: Escape!

Sarah (Me) with two Pets Dogs/Kitsunes, Sapphire (Dog/Kitsune), and Samantha (Polter Dog/Kitsune). She is with her best friend and her pet, Sardonyx (Polter Cat), Five Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs; MS (Mystery Skulls), TSM (The Sector Mystery), MI (Mystery Ideas), MH (Mystery Hunters), and MS (Mystery Slayers) has escaped from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4, Two Hunters to hunting them! They are fleeing goals: Survive!

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After they are escaping from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4. They are fleeing from Myron and Jacob.

They are fleeing to run the forest woods.

Myron: Excellent! Run fast, my good lad! A hunt is only as good as the chase it gives!

Jacob: Good! We are running to chase them!

They are jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees.

Myron: Winston, my dear man. If they would be so kind as to release the hounds, I do believe we can get started.

Myron: Tally-Ho!

Jacob: Terrence, my servant. Need to Hunter Dogs out to them!

They keep running used jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees. After they have end to fall in leaves covered in the ground. Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs have lost them.

Myron: Looks like we’ve lost the trail.

Jacob: Have lost them...

Myron: No matter, we’ll set up camp here and resume the hunt presently!

Jacob: Will look for them and hunt, back to camp.

Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs are walking away from lost them.

Later in the underground Survivors

They are unconscious in the underground

???: Got you now, you swine!

???: Gotten you!

They are waking up and they see two mysterious survivors who have survived. Two mysterious survivors quickly realized they are not hunters.

???: Wait - you’re not Van Buren.

???: Wait, not Carmen. They have escaped from Van Buren and Carmen?

Sarah (Me): Who are they?

Max: Max McGullicatty, at your service.

Milo: Milo Sherwood, I’m a survivor.

Ellie: Wait... Milo and Max are meeting them?

Milo: Elli, you meet them. She has helped us escape from Myron and Jacob.

Ellie: Right, my name is Ellie. I'm the former Chef Cook of Jacob.

Laura (You): They’re the ones who left all those clues for us!

Max: That’s right. We’ve been on the run from Van Buren and Carmen for over a year now, waiting for someone like us to show up.

Milo: They were hunters, we had escaped.

Max: We’ve been able to survive underground even with their gammy leg and gammy arm - but with your help, we can turn the tables on Van Buren and Carmen!

Matilda: We'd like nothing more, what do we do?

Max: The old sawmill is the perfect place for us to spring a trap. We'll need a rope, gear, and a whistle. Get those, and then we’ll capture Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Right, going. Watch out for Van Buren and Carmen have to search for them. Need to hide and sneak.

Ellie: True, goals are to stop Myron and Jacob for all.

Sarah (Me): Right, we got it.

Molly got a fishing pole and got them. They go underground over the surface and sneak away from Van Buren and Carmen can be noticed by us with their hunter Dogs. They are noticing that sticks on the ground will be soundly and Woodpeckers will be alarmed. Maxy uses the fishing pole to get the whistle from Camp Bases.

Maxy: I got it.

They are back to the underground and way to the underground. Vera pushed the large rock to reach before hunter dogs noticed that they had alerted them to their owners. Vera hides behind tall large bushes hunting dogs and keeps pushing rocks. Success rock on rock. She reached the top of the tall ground. She noticed that the plane was destroyed.

Vera: Oh my God... our plane is destroyed... need another thing.

Vera reached the tree trunk and pushed the tree down. She climbed to the wall to go to the tree to see the bear had a trap with rope. She untied the rope from the free bear. She is down and has got a rope. She goes to the underground tunnel going to Dam. She carefully traps. She goes to free the beaver in a trap. She got a gear. They are back to Max and Milo.

Max: Perfect! Take that equipment to the sawmill and set up a trap for Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Soon ready to trap going to capture them!

They are back to the underground and way left to the sawmill. They are waiting for Myron and Jacob is searching for them and away. They got the sawmill. Vera put the gear with gears. Vicki goes to the top of the trap and ropes. She pushed the trap to get perfect. She puts ropes to knots to up a trap. Vicki going to teams. Maxy use the whistle to call. They are noticing Myron and Jacob are not here. Myron and Jacob are behind them and are surprised they are getting traps.

Myron: Got them know!

Jacob: They are know!

Sarah and her Friends: Yikes!

Myron: Very clever! They nearly had me. But no one outfoxes Myron Van Buren and Carmen.

Jacob: They are fleeing from us! We are great Hunters!

Sarah (Me): Why are they doing this?

Myron: The thrill of the hunt, my dear! All for the thrill of the hunt.

Jacob: Yes, am I.

Myron: Now... Time for us to add another trophy to our collection.

Jacob: Right got us!

Max and Milo ride on the Bear to save them from Myron and Jacob. Ellie going to save them from Hunters.

Max: Tally-Ho!

Bear used to free them from traps. Myron and Jacob are scared and shocked that the Survivors are alive.

Myron and Jacob: AHH!

Myron: No matter - my aim's just as good from here!

Jacob: True, got them!

Laura (You): Not if I can help it!

They jump to Hunters to step backward to trap the sawmill. Two Beavers used their tails to slap them in the faces. They walked and watched to trap Myron and Jacob.

Maxy: Have a taste of your own medicines!

Max: They’ve made your last hunt. Van Buren and Carmen.

Milo: No more hunt for us again.

Ellie: I’m no longer chef cook for us. I’m free, I'll have help with them. Bye.

Later, Max and Milo take Myron's Helicopter and Jacob's Helicopter to get Ellie going to get them and the Teams are going back to the home of civilization. They have survived the woods.

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me 

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs 

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to her msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs 

Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YT Series 

Poptropica Survival belongs to Games of Poptropica 

[yappacadaver]

Speaking of cute kittens why is ted raimi so moe like. Why is he so kawaii with it

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

okay WTF. I didn't read one piece for 3 months and now vegapunk is dying and about to broadcast the secrets of the government to the entire world??? can't wait for chapter 1109 i swear.

also i've been enjoying ALL the agenda memes from earlier chapters. the one piece fandom is braindead in a very unique way for sure.

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter four┃Imagining Things

~ Transcript ~

To Be Continued in Chapter 5

Shoutout to @lynzishell for inspiring me from this post

Beginning / Previous / Next

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Week 4 - LOVE

And this was it for this month from me! <3

Grand finale...Ori, my darling boy!

Prompt: Love

Pairing: Ori x OC

Words: 2 235

Warnings: Sexual innuendo, nudity, nascent love

Elya awoke slowly to the sound of a muffled conversation from the next room—before she’d even fully opened her eyes, her mouth melted into a soft smile.

Bilbo. The mere thought of the meticulous little man filled her with boundless tenderness, and she rolled over to let his voice lull her back to sleep.

She’d almost drifted off once more when his loud, impertinent call made her jump out of the corruptingly soft featherbed and drove her across the room.

When she pulled the door open, though, there was nobody in sight but Ori, clutching a few worn notebooks to his chest.

As soon as he saw her, though, his whole body went slack, and the tomes fell to the stone floor with a muted, accusing thud.

“I—the gardens, my notes,” he stammered as his eyes grew wider yet with shock and helplessness.

“Isn’t it a bit dark outside to look at flowers?” Elya mumbled, rubbing her eyes, and knelt to retrieve the booklets he’d seemingly completely forgotten in his alarm. “Why don’t you come in? I’m eager to see your renditions and hear your explanations first.”

Elya remembered the ocean of colours and shapes they’d crossed on their way here only too well, and—while her academic mind was ever ready to discover and inspect new plants—most of her sleepy, heavy body yearned for rest and comfort still.

“Lady Elya,” Ori said carefully. “Are you quite well?” His eyes went to the brightly burning fire in the hearth. “Are you too warm maybe?”

Confused, Elya asseverated that she felt perfectly fine.

Suddenly, Bilbo’s warnings came to her mind, and her face mellowed. “Is it improper for you to be alone with me in my chambers?” she asked kindly.

“Not as such,” Ori replied cautiously. “Nevertheless, I must confess that your present attire strikes me as unusual.”

At last, Elya looked down and found that, in her haste, she’d rushed to the door in her underwear.

After weeks on the move with Bilbo, she’d apparently lost the virtuous habit of never appearing undressed in front of another, and she now regretted that lapse in moral behaviour bitterly.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t think,” she exclaimed hastily, throwing the notebooks on a nearby table and diving to the chair on which hung her hastily discarded clothes. “Surely, you must have seen other women undressed, though.”

She didn’t know why she’d said that, but the choked noise escaping him sounded distinctly unpromising.

“Indeed, I have not,” Ori declared stiffly.

Elya, who’d imagined recluse island-dwellers to wear plaited-grass skirts and seashell necklaces, grimaced as she recalled the layers of sturdy leather and thick wool in which the dwarves were clad.

“Are your people beholden to some religious virginity cult?” she inquired, unable to quell her natural curiosity.

When she turned around, Ori stared at her, mouth agape and eyes bulging.

“I do not believe so. Dwarven ladies are rare and precious, and—as a mere scribe—I’ve not had the honour to secure a wife.”

Keeping her face professionally blank, Elya pondered in secret whether she’d considered the necessity of having a spouse to enjoy carnal pleasures an example of an archaic virginity cult or not.

Despite knowing that she could not publish a single word about this lovely creature, she couldn’t help contemplating, labelling, and categorising every new bit of information he let slip.

Suddenly, his undoubtedly excellent drawings were no longer quite as interesting and alluring.

“So you’ve never seen a woman in her undergarments?” she asked breathlessly.

“Is that what those were? I am inconsolable—I should not have intruded. Forgive me!”

Elya waved away his frantic apologies.

“No,” he then admitted. “I have not.”

“It is I who must be sorry to have offended your sensibilities,” she then said dejectedly. She’d had lovers, but even the men whom she’d welcomed into her bed and body had never pretended that she was a great beauty or the kind of woman with which they’d want to spend more time.

“Not at all,” Ori expostulated. “I—It was very pleasant even if wrong.”

“How was it wrong?” Elya probed mercilessly. Age-old insecurities and barely healed wounds pulsated within her sheltered heart, and she could not forego this opportunity to hurt herself by dragging cruel words out of one who’d been nothing but kind to her.

“You are so delicate,” he sighed. “We have a flower like that on the south side of the gardens. I shall call it “Elya’s flower” from now on.”

When she didn’t react, he finally fully entered the room and flipped through the pages of his notebooks to find the blossom he’d been talking about.

“It took a month to do the sketches,” he explained under his breath. “At the merest disturbance, the petals close.”

“I won’t wither and die because someone looks at me—I might not be as sturdy as your people, but I am far from fragile,” Elya declared confidently.

Acting on impulse alone, she grabbed his wrists and pulled him closer until she could feel the edge of his book digging into her ribs, right beneath her chest.

“Are you allowed to touch the flowers?”

“Oh no!” Ori exclaimed, struggling weakly against her grip.

Elya knew that—had he wanted to do so—he could easily have torn her arms from their sockets, so she was thankful for his valiant but purposefully ineffective attempt at shaking her off.

“See? I’m nothing like that bud of yours,” she grinned. “For—as far as I’m concerned—you’re not only allowed but very welcome to lay your hands on me.”

Somewhere within the depths of her mind, she remembered Bilbo’s warnings, but—in the face of such tremulous, blushing beauty—she couldn’t resist the temptation to see this experiment through.

Despite having only had the time to throw on a light camisole, Elya felt her body heat up unbearably under the wavering but unmistakeably intrigued gaze caressing the bare skin of her legs in broad, irregular strokes.

“I…couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. You’re a guest in these halls—I mustn’t do anything to discomfort you,” Ori muttered feverishly. “Oh, but you’re so beautiful and—”

“So, you are saying that the King would not make a move on Bilbo? Gosh, the old boy will be sorely disappointed by that,” Elya grinned, holding Ori’s starry gaze with almost cruel determination until he let his eyes drop to his fidgeting hands in defeat.

“I—Of course, I cannot speak for the King,” the “mere scribe” then explained cautiously.

Amused, Elya noted that—upon defending his honour from her open desire—he’d spoken fast and fluidly, but now, his speech had promptly reverted to the halting and overly formal pattern behind which he tried to hide his true feelings.

“You are a living creature—you’ve been conceived, carried, and born, right?” Elya asked, fully ready to accept a negative answer to her shockingly callous question.

“Evidently. It’s not…It’s not a lack of inclination—believe you me—but the fear of making you unhappy or drawing the displeasure of your minder,” Ori tried to explain, wringing his beautiful, pale hands nervously.

“Bilbo?” she guffawed. “He’s my superior and my friend. He’s afraid I’ll end up on a spike, nothing more!”

Leaning forward a little, Elya lit up at his sharp intake of breath as she let one finger ghost along his pale, freckled cheek tentatively.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be overly aggrieved by purely scientific endeavours,” she grinned cheekily. “Besides botany and zoology, we take a vivid interest in anatomy, you know?”

Slowly, Ori seemed to get wise to her antics—his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he took her hand and held it cradled in his own carefully.

“I suspect that—in broad strokes—we’d be much the same as you,” he husked, aware of the peril in which he’d inadvertently found himself and yet unable to escape the ever-tightening bonds of the trap she was laying out so brazenly. “Two arms, two legs…”

“I was informed that you’d never left this island,” Elya retorted with a note of wickedly gleeful triumph in her voice. “How would you know? No, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather convince myself with my own two eyes. And, as you’ve seen me undressed, I think it would only be fair if you’d allow me to satiate my intellectual curiosity.”

Astonishingly dark, dense lashes flattered against heated cheeks for a moment, but then Ori nodded.

“I can’t discern any other reason why a pretty lady like you would ask for such boon other than scholastic inquisitiveness, and both Thorin and Balin did encourage me to do whatever it takes to make you happy…”

He didn’t look entirely convinced yet, but he set down his hefty notebook calmly and stood to discard layer after layer of knitwear and leather until he wore nothing but a pair of long underpants.

Elya stared—she knew that she was being unforgivably rude, but she’d never seen anyone who looked so irrefutably solid and yet so ephemeral at the same time. White as fresh-fallen snow and dusted with the finest flecks of gold she’d ever beheld, Ori exceeded even the most exotic of blossoms and the wildest of beasts in his understated pulchritude.

“As you can see,” the object of her spellbound study mumbled, “there’s not much to gawk at.”

“You’re mistaken,” she groaned and sprang to her feet to pad around his motionless form, overcome with a bare, ruthless hunger that might have put even the elusive creatures Bilbo went to witness to shame.

She wanted to touch him, but she knew better than to startle a strange, potentially dangerous lifeform inadvertently.

His shoulder blades, drawn together defensively, reminded her of vestigial wings, and her mouth watered with greed—at once, her mind was filled with visions of all the deliciously depraved things she could do to a body like that.

“Wait—Did you insinuate that Master Bilbo wants the King to…do impolite things to him?” Ori suddenly exclaimed, the colour pulsating in his cheeks darkening alarmingly. “Are you in the habit of acting in such a manner on your research excursions?”

“No,” Elya admitted haltingly as she breathed in his alluring smell shamelessly. “We didn’t expect to find sentient life on this island—all of this is new and exciting for everyone, I dare say. Do you find this exciting?”

“It’s…nerve-wracking,” he admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle that travelled down her spine like lightning. “What would you have of me, dearest Elya? I’m sure I’d be willing to do almost anything you’d ask. I’m no stranger to the thirst for knowledge, and I’d help you any way I can if you’d just ask.”

Thus invited, Elya slipped. She fell into him as one tumbled into a hidden ravine—almost against her will and despite her better knowledge, she pressed her lips against the soft skin at the base of his throat and moaned softly.

“As all I’ll be allowed to take away from this place are memories,” she whispered against his fragrant, firm flesh. “I’d ask you to help me some I shall never forget.”

Before she could draw back, horrified by her own indiscretion, his strong hand had cupped her face and tilted it up to receive a coy, strangely ceremonial kiss that felt as if it sealed a bargain she’d not consciously or explicitly agreed to.

Having discarded most of their garments beforehand turned out to be a blessing for no mere fabric could have withstood the firestorm of long-denied and not entirely appropriate passion that consumed them.

Bilbo, the King, and their respective expectations and visions of decorum faded from thought as those demure mouths—hitherto devoted to the dispassionate recital of facts and thoughts—sought one another clumsily.

“The walls are thick,” Ori confessed breathlessly. “Nobody will hear…”

If he’d thought this to be a warning to dissuade Elya from her wanton behaviour, he’d fatally misjudged her, though, for she threw back her head and let loose a vibrating moan that bound him tighter than many a rope could have.

“Good,” she grinned, pressing one last tender kiss onto the twitching corner of his mouth before devouring him whole.

When she awoke, days and nights having lost all meaning in this weird world, Elya found herself tangled up in warm, solid limbs that made her think of the impervious stone halls in which she’d found pleasure unlike any other.

Thoughts of blossoms and beasts swept through her mind like ghosts.

Surely, she thought hazily, Bilbo and she would have to extend their stay for purely scholarly reasons that had—they’d swear on all that was sacred to them—nothing to do with the indescribable dwarves they’d met at the world’s end.

Ori lifted his head drowsily, his hand sliding up her bare thigh as if to reassure himself that she’d not dissolved into thin air.

“Interesting findings,” Elya hummed, trying to dissimulate the contradicting, upsetting feeling rising within her by taking refuge in humour. “Let’s see if we can recreate the results.”

“Double-checking seems expedient, indeed,” he smiled, tilting up his sweet face to receive the first teasing kisses that would lead to his inevitable doom. He had to tell her, he knew, he just didn’t know how to confess that, if she ever left, Elya would take away the better part of his heart.

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[ogreanddraggaming]

I AM DR. DOOM! Fortnite (Doom Island event)

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