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acourtofthought · 7 months

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what are your gwynriel headcanons/expectations for their book? 💙

I think we'll see Az and Gwyn deal with the Illyrians for sure and he'll eventually make peace with them as they'll eventually come around to the idea of and respect female warriors.

I think Gwyn will call Narben from the sea as well as the manuscript / small book Cassian threw in there and the information written in it will be important for them.

I'm thinking maybe Gwyn will tie Az up with his own shadows (since his shadows seem to respond to Gwyn) for their first time together. Not only does it give Gwyn the control in a situation where the control was taken from her but it fits in with what I think SJM might find kinky.

I used to think maybe Az would be into tying people up with his shadows and maybe he did that with the "lovers" he's taken over the years since we know he doesn't like "hand to hand combat" (meaning he doesn't like anyone touching him during sex) but I wonder if he's truly the dominant type in bed when it comes to someone he cares for. His mother was a servant and that's something he's struggled with so I feel like it wouldn't fit his history to demand a female bend to his will. Dominatrix Gwyn could definitely work 😁

I think Gwyn may end up being a cousin of Eris and Lucien's and she'll want to establish a relationship with them (as she has no remaining blood family) and that will cause an uncomfortable setup for Az who thinks neither Eris or Lucien are worth much (also wouldn't it be funny if the tables were turned and Lucien then wonders if AZ is good enough for his family? 😂) . This could also create a bit of conflict between she and Az which I think will be necessary because SJM has never done friends to lovers without them hitting a few bumps along the way.

Complete headcannon but I kind of love the thought of Az (and not Gwyn like Anti's like to claim) being the one SJM spoke of in SF as having one face while secretly hiding another. That his "beautiful" outward appearance hides an actual monster of sorts that comes out around enemies and Gwyn's song will be the thing that brings him back. That she'll have no problem with the monster being let out of the cage so to speak but she can call him back to her when he's about to lose himself.

I do think Gwyn has siren powers that she will use against their enemies. To me, that has nothing to do with her luring others in sexual way and is more along the lines of Rhys and Feyre being able to control others with their daemati powers. (Feyre was able to force Ianthe to pick up a rock and smash her hand so Gwyn being able to use her song to influence others to say, walk off a cliff, is really no different).

I definitely think there's going to be some sort of showdown between Merrill and Gwyn, that maybe Merrill is a bit of a villain that Gwyn will have to bring down but even when she does, it might be too late because by that time Merrill will have reached out to any remaining Asteri on other worlds and that will set up an even bigger threat to the characters of ACOTAR (leading into a multi series battle done in a multi POV beyond the traditional romance spin-offs).

I think Gwyn will suspect their bond first. She's the first full fae SJM has ever had as a possible FMC with a POV (even Aelin was only 1/4 fae) so she probably grew up on stories of the mating bond like Rhys, Cassian, and Az did. Az is so messed up over not having gotten a bond with Mor and realizing that his two brothers got one with two sisters while Lucien (not a brother) got one with the third, that I think he's completely clueless as to what's staring him in the face.

She'll definitely meet Az's mother though I'm not sure if they'll try to convince her to come back to Velaris.

I think they will end up living in the townhouse together.

I think we will eventually see Gwyn / the Valkyries in battle riding Pegasus but before that happens I think someone needs to figure out how to bring back their food source to the island where the Prison sits and figure out the illness that has prevented them from delivering foals (maybe an Elain plot?).

And that's that. 😂 For now at least.

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mixedupmojo · 2 years

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Danny phantom selkie au

Ok so semi recently I have discovered that there is a selkie Danny phantom au and as someone who absolutely loves selkies my mind immediately started racing with this au and all of the different possibilities until it eventually got to the point where I had to write it all down

so here are a couple of headcanons because this concept is just too good and there needs to be more content for it

Amity would defiantly be a costal/seaside town with potentially parts of amity even build into the water similar to Venice or those houses built on stilts

Amity undergoes a lot of flooding, especially with the increase of sea monster attacks

Fenton works being a converted lighthouse at the edge of the town on top of a cliff and annoying all of the locals with its blearing neon lights. it having an underground underwater observatory/ lab that runs through the cliff and is partially located in the ocean so that they have an optimal view of what’s going on beneath the waves

The Fenton assault hover boat/Vehicle I can totally imagine Maddie and jack creating some wild Thornberry’s esk hybrid Vehicle that works on both land and sea.

Also, the idea of the accidental chaos that would be created if the Vehicle was part hovercraft is insanely funny to me

Danny’s parents would most defiantly be marine biologists/sea monster hunters possibly from a long line of sea monster hunters that way it has been drilled into them that anything that comes from the sea is a threat

With that, I mind it could also tie in with how Danny got his pelt in the first place. As it could have belonged to his however many great grandmother who originally was a selkie until her pelt was taken and she was forced to marry into the family, the pelt being hidden away until Danny found it

Sam, Tucker and Danny finding the pelt and getting Danny to try it on then all promptly freaking out as Danny turns into a seal and doesn’t know how to change back immediately

Wacky high jinks ensue as they try to hide seal Danny from his parents and sister until Danny can eventually figure out how to take the pelt off

I love the idea of Danny having multiple seal forms depending on how he is wearing his pelt. Let me explain when Danny puts on his pelt completely he changes into full seal form, but when he puts it half on, say around his legs he turns into a mermaid version of a seal

Danny being able to hold his breath underwater longer than any human or seal

Danny is also incredibly fast while swimming

As for how the portal could fit in personally I think it could be just the case that amity park has always had a sea monster/creature problem but with Danny officially putting his foot down and trying to stop it makes it more of a challenge than before to the local merfolk. However, I could see the portal work through either some B-movie logic that the Fenton’s accidentally open an underwater cavern, deep sea rift or something of that nature that allowed access to amity park or it could just be an underwater hell mouth situation spewing out some mystical energy or something that ended up attracting all of the local mer/monsters

When it comes to Danny’s rogues gallery and allies I could see them fitting in a number of different ways such as:

- Skulker when it comes to skulker there are two ways I could see him fit with this au So here are some ideas for both:

- First is shark mer skulker how is challenging Danny for his territory i.e amity park and wants to take his pelt as a trophy

- Second is poacher skulker who again is hunting Danny for his pelt. With this version I also imagine him having lost a lot of body parts from the various things he’s hunted and as such has various different prosthetics the most notable being a multipurpose hook hand which he can switch out for a variety of different weapons. Another disconcerting feature is the fact that he is also missing his nose which gives him a very skull-like look.

- Box ghost being a boxfish mermaid nuff said

- Technus being an electric eel mermaid

- Kitty and Johnny both being mermaids who love to cause trouble with the local fishermen and boats. shadow could be a manta ray or some form of malevolent water spirit or even just a regular shark

- Ember I think would totally be a siren as her whole deal is music and singing with her goal being to lure people into the ocean to drown and eat them in classic siren fashion

- Walker I think could actually be a ranger as I’ve hear/read some stuff about how people have mistaken him for one in the past and I could see it fitting with his character, with him being such a stickler for rules and all. I could image him being a slightly corrupt law enforcer pick and choosing which local wildlife laws he enforces, and as such him causing problems for Danny when he is in human form. He sees Danny’s seal form as a menace to society and a danger to the local eco system despite the fact that Danny isn’t doing any harm. I could also see him becoming Sam’s arch rival considering how much of a nature activist she and if walker if following the rules to such an extent that it is causing more harm than good to the local wildlife then I can see them clashing as they both fight for what they believe is right.

- When it comes to spectra for some reason I keep thinking that she would be a kelpie. For those who are not aware kelpies are water spirits that usually appear in the form of a horse but can also take the form of a human with the goal of luring people to the water so that they can drown them. She would still be Casper high counsellor only not only is she spreading misery just for the sake of it but she is slowly convincing people to go near large bodies of water so she can drown them later. going off one piece of kelpie lore that I heard about is that she is only able to keep her form through the use of her necklace which is how Danny was able to stop her in the end as she was planning on drowning jazz during her spirit speech which was being held at the beach instead of the school. but by taking her necklace Danny gained full control over her as taking a kelpie’s bridle allows the one who took it to have control over it he then threw it into the sea where spectra was then forced to go after it or it be lost forever

- Young blood I think would still be a ghost but basing it around the episode “pirate radio” he would be a pirate in charge of a skeleton crew. This idea could also see him taking on a peter pan, Davey Jones-inspired role where he’s trying to get people to join his crew so that he has a never ending supply of people to play with.

- Freakshow would still be the ringmaster of the Circus Gothica only instead of ghost the circus consists of different types of merfolk. Danny was unfortunate enough to become one of freak shows main attractions when he got caught in his merseal form and couldn’t escape without blowing his cover as such Sam and tucker and surprisingly the A-listers had to come and rescue him before he was shipped away to perform circus tricks for the rest of his life (yes freakshow totally made bounce a ball on his nose as payback after some particular savage sassing on Danny’s part)

- GIW are not just focused on ghosts but all forms of supernatural creatures however they lean more heavily into the conspiracy theorist and cryptozoology side of things and as such tucker has managed to spread a bunch of fake cryptid sightings in order to get them off of Danny’s trail. Sam hates them as they often do a lot of damage to the local wildlife whenever they are out hunting for cryptids. Wes is constantly trying to prove to them that Danny is a selkie

- Fright night would be a deep sea mer from the deepest darkest parts of the ocean and a such there are a lot of local legends say that seeing him will cause you to die of fright. nightmare his horse is a hippocampus.

- Desiree being a sea witch and granting people's wishes but at a great price.

- Vortex being some huge kraken leviathan with control over the weather. When he first showed up in amity park he cause such terrible flooding that the entire town was pretty much underwater.

- Undergrowth would still be a plant creature only he would be centred around underwater plants mainly kelp and seaweed with his whole look would be based around a coral reef. He is extremely mad at the pollution that amity park is causing to the ocean and it’s what cause him to emerge in the first place as he was lying dormant for a long period of time so long in fact that he was one of amity’s parks local coral reefs before he woke up and started wreaking the town.

- Nocturne being some ancient eldritch leviathan that no one knows what he truly is.

- Princess Dora and prince Aragon being sea dragons with the use of the amulet and regular mermaids without it also both of them living in a deep underwater kingdom populated with other mer which could potentially be stuck in a certain time period

- I think Sidney poindexter would just be a regular old mer but with a deep love and fascination for human culture as such I think he’s had a number a very bad experience in regards to interacting with human and as such can be hostile towards them especially the ones who act like bullies

- Frostbite and the yetis of the far frozen would defiantly be selkies potentially walrus versions as it ties in with their ice and cold theme either that or they could be merorca’s

- Clockwork being an ancient leviathan based off of some prehistoric fish like a Dunkleosteus

- Pandora I think would be some sea serpent leviathan monster with a Greek twist of course

- Wulf being modelled after a wereshark as opposed to a werewolf and as such can survive on both land and in water

- Cujo I could see being a product of axion labs as instead of a tech company they could specialise in bio tech instead creating the mutant dogfish that is cujo who subsequently escapes wrecking the place in the process and causing Valerie's farther the loss of his job. Or alternatively, cujo could be just a normal merdog until he gets mutated by the toxic chemicals that axion is illegally dumping into amity park waters giving him his ability to grow massive (we all known that something shady is going on with this company)

- Speaking of axion lab and the idea of them polluting amity waters it would also account for all of the animal ghost Danny fights in show, as instead it could be that Danny is fighting bioluminescent mutated fish, sharks and other deep sea creatures that have gone rabid

Vlad is a whole other kettle of fish admittedly I had a hard time thinking about how Vlad could fit within this world as a big issue is that a key point of his character is the portal accident which turned him into a hafa in the first place and how that fuels his character’s motivation so with this in mind here are a few ideas I have for how Vlad could into this au:

- realistically part of me thinks that Vlad would also be a selkie as it fit with his character canon of him and Danny being the same and is the leading argument to why Danny should renounce his father and join him but then that raises the question how did Vlad get his pelt in the first place, so her is my idea Vlad was a selkie long before he met Maddie and jack at collage and instead of the portal incident Maddie and jack accidentally stealing Vlad’s pelt and nearly destroying it thus cause the rift in their friendship as I doubt Vlad would be will to trust them again even if it was an accident or they actually did succeed in destroying parts of it and as such Vlad has some serious health issue because of it (alternative to the ecto acne).

- Another idea is that Vlad gets accidentally cursed by something jack and Maddie found on a deep sea excursion and becomes some sort of sea monster forcing him to live in the isolation for years until he can eventually get control of it.

Danny having water powers, now I know this I kind of straying from the traditional selkie mythos but I just really like the idea of Danny having the same sort of abilities that Cleo, Rikki and Emma from the tv show H2o just add water have (if you haven’t seen it I recommend watching it especially if you like mermaids). As not only would this tie in with Danny’s ice powers but Danny would defiantly take advantage of his water powers to pull pranks on people

An example is that there is a running gag in h2o where Cleo will use her ability to control water to spray people in the face with their own water bottle which is something I see Danny doing to dash on the regular

Also still running with the h2o theme Danny being affected by the Luna phases the same way the tide is and on full moons becoming a bit more mystical/feral than usual and feeling a deep pull towards the ocean

Ever since gaining his pelt, there will be moments where Danny will swim fare out to sea purely so he can star gaze as there is quite a lot of light pollution in amity especially with his home being a lighthouse

Danny will also sometimes help the local fishermen out by herding fish into their nets

Danny developing a big craving for seafood and ends up snaking on seafood sticks a lot much to jazz’s dismay as his room now reeks of fish

Lots of beach days and lots of swimming too the trio are the ones how are most likely the ones to be out swimming were as jazz prefers to stay on the beach reading

Danny developing a collection of random sea junk that he’s found

Sam and tucker finding full seal Danny in the most random of places

Sam walks into the living room to see seal Danny on the couch surrounded by seafood stick wrappers “Danny you can’t just turn into a seal when things get tough” Danny making a woeful seal sound in response

Danny weaponing his puppy dog eyes against jazz, Sam and tucker when he need to or just to mess with them as none of them are immune to the cute seal stare

Sam occasionally pretending Danny is her pet seal to get out of situations

I feel like once Danny started to gain some popularity as phantom the entirety of Casper high would be fawning over cute seal pics of him much to Danny’s embarrassment

Tucker would totally be the one supplying the pictures as well

Instead of football Casper high is extremely into water sports with swimming and surfing being the most prioritised, football is still popular though

Sam and Tucker taking the Spectre Speeder submarine out for joyrides with Danny swimming alongside

Danny constantly being worried about where he’s leaving his pelt as you know there would be a someone who would take it and use it against him. As such I think that he will often leave it with Sam or tucker.

This is a huge testament on how much he trusts them as he is essentially leaving an important part of himself for them to look after

After jazz finds out he also starts leaving his pelt with her too

There was a brief period of time where he was worried that Paulina would try and steal his pelt in order to make him her boyfriend but luckily over time, this seemed unlikely to happen.

if Danny’s parents ever got hold of his pelt, it would be a serious issue as Danny would end up land locked and his pelt destroyed.

so yeah those are my thoughts honestly this kina evolved into a full scale mer au. If I think of any more I will be sure to add them later. P.s sorry for any spelling mistakes

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jemshopes · 2 years

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Cold Feet

--yoonkook drabble

Jungkook is set to get married, he’s blissfully in love… until half an hour before the ceremony when he suddenly realises holy fucking shit I can’t do this. So he goes to his best friend Yoongi, not just his friend, but his best man.

“I can’t do this, hyung, I can’t do this. I need you to get me out of here. please just take me somewhere else.”

But Yoongi doesn't. He sits Jungkook down and makes him breathe. He holds Jungkook's hands. He asks him if he’s really sure about running away. “It’s okay to be nervous, Kookie, but don’t let this ruin your love. I need you to think about it. Are you really prepared to lose him? Because that’s most likely what will happen if you leave now.”

But Jungkook is sure. He’s completely sure. He needs to go right now and Yoongi has to come with him. They need to run away together. Now.

And Yoongi says, “okay.” Simple. No arguments. No trying to persuade Jungkook otherwise. Just “okay.” And they leave, and they drive, drive, drive. And every time Yoongi tries to stop, Jungkook tells him to keep going, and Yoongi does. They drive all night, Jungkook sat stiffly in the passenger seat, Yoongi trying to keep his eyes open as the hour gets later and later.

It’s just as the first rays of sun are peaking over the horizon and Yoongi is damn well sure they’re lost in the middle of nowhere, that Jungkook tells him to pull over. The road they’ve taken is winding, leading all the way to grassy cliffs that look out on the sea. Everything smells of salt and oncoming rain and heather.

It’s a beautiful spot really, especially with the sun just beginning to light up the world. The wind is freezing, but Yoongi has coats for them. And after wrapping Jungkook up snugly in one, Jungkook staring aimlessly over Yoongi’s shoulder, he trudges through the heather, letting Jungkook lead him towards the edge of the cliff.

They stand quietly beside each other, watching the sunlight sparkle off the waves, the wind whipping their hair back from their faces. Jungkook is hugging himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He’s been gnawing at it on and off all during their journey.

Yoongi hasn’t tried to talk to Jungkook about Jungkook's choice to run away. He figured he’d give him time to think about it, let the decision sink in for both of them. But all night seems like plenty of time. Yoongi’s hungry and tired and there isn’t a toilet nearby. Not even a town or house for miles. It feels like they might as well be the only ones in existence, he thinks. Maybe that’s why Jungkook wanted to stop here, to pretend he won’t have to go back and deal with the mess he’s caused.

“Kookie…” he begins, turning towards him, reaching out a hand tentatively to touch Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Shut up! Don’t touch me,'' Jungkook snaps, so harshly that Yoongi flinches, hand dropping to his side.

Jungkook's eyes are full of tears and he’s fumbling in his pocket with cold fingers, teeth gritted with concentration.

“What’s your problem?” Yoongi retorts, not meaning to sound so angry. “It’s not my fault you ran awa—”

“My fucking problem is this.” Jungkook shoves something at him, a crumpled piece of stationary, crushing it against Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi can feel his fingers shaking where they press into Yoongi’s shirt, waiting for Yoongi to take the paper.

He takes it, cupping Jungkook’s hand to keep the paper from blowing away.

“How could you?” Jungkook says, voice cracking.

Yoongi knows what the piece of paper is without having to unfold it, but he unfolds it anyway and god he’d known the moment he saw it, but ice cold nausea clenches his stomach at seeing his own spidery, sloppy handwriting.

“Kookie, where did you get this?”

“Where did I get it?” Jungkook shouts, flinging his arms in the air. “Where the fuck do you think I got it? How could you? On my wedding day.”

Yoongi shakes his head frantically, tears pooling in his eyes. “No. I didn’t… Jesus Christ, I didn’t…”

He looks down at the messy note, written on front and back because he’d crossed out and restarted so many lines. Don’t get married. Please.

Jungkook’s voice turns scathing as he continues to shout. Yoongi’s heart beats like a drum in his ears. If someone had punched him in the stomach he’d feel less winded. His teeth knock together with the cold and he presses his hand over his mouth. He can’t run. He can’t even move. He’s shaking with each ragged breath, vision blurring. He doesn’t need to see the note, though, he has its words memorised.

Jungkookie, you have to know I love you. And I know I’m too late and I’m stupid for never saying so, but I was always so afraid of losing you. And now I am losing you anyway. I love, I love, I love you. For the love of god, don’t get married to him. Don’t move away. Don’t leave me. I love you. I’ve always loved you.

Jungkook's yells are mindless noise, lost in the wind, in the blood pumping in Yoongi’s veins, in the soundless sound of his own thoughts. “I threw it away months ago,” he says quietly, and is hyper conscious of Jungkook shutting up, of the only sounds being the crashing of the waves, the rush of the wind as it rustles in the grass.

He glances at him, sees his nose and cheeks are tinted pink with cold, eyes wet. Anger burns in them. It doesn’t suit Jungkook to look so hateful.

Yoongi looks back down at the note, closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his own tears begin to fall. He can’t look at Jungkook as he speaks, throat so tight it hurts to get anything out. “I swear, I threw it away months ago, the day I wrote it. I-I’m not an asshole, I wasn’t about to ruin your wedding.”

“No,” Jungkook barks, taking a step closer to jab him in the chest. “You’re an asshole.”

Yoongi’s chin wobbles. He can feel himself breaking at the seams, groping desperately in the corners of his mind for anything to say to fix this. Make it go away. “Please don’t hate me,” he whispers. It wouldn’t come out as anything else. “I can’t lose you. I threw it away. I didn’t do this. I don’t know who gave this to you, but I didn’t want them to.”

Jungkook laughs bitterly, looking out to sea. “You don’t get it, do you?” he says, softer. “Give me that.” Yoongi lets him rip the note from his grasp, hold it up, and begin to read from it. “I’ve loved you since we were in university together. Since the day before our exams when you calmed me down. I remember your hand in my hair. You knew it would work because you always saw me playing with my hair when I was nervous. You noticed I did that to soothe myself when I didn’t even realise I was doing it.”

Yoongi chokes back a sob, pressing his knuckles to his mouth. “Jungkookie—“

Jungkook stops him with a look. “Do you know how long ago that was? It’s been almost ten years, Hyung. Ten years. We’ve wasted ten years of our lives. We’re such assholes.”

“What?” Yoongi’s breath catches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I love you too, you fucking idiot,” Jungkook yells. The flats of his palms collide with Yoongi’s chest, but Yoongi doesn't move. He lets Jungkook take out his frustration, the hits feeble, more a series of pats than anything else. “You couldn’t have told me then? Or when we lived together? Or when I came out? Or any of the times I wasn't dating anyone? YOU HAD TO TELL ME ON MY WEDDING DAY? MY FUCKING WEDDING DAY. AFTER I SPENT HUNDREDS ON A WEDDING I’M NOT EVEN ATTENDING! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I TRIED TO ASK YOU OUT AND YOU JUST DIDN’T FUCKING GET IT? FOR FUCKS SA—”

“Jungkook-ah!” Yoongi cries, seizing him by the shoulders. He’s smiling so hard his mouth hurts. Every pore, every cell in his body is smiling, even though that’s not possible and doesn’t make any sense. He’s laughing, giggling flusteredly and he can’t control it because this must be a fucking fever dream.

Jungkook’s chest is heaving, tear-tracks glittering on his frozen cheeks. He isn’t looking at Yoongi, he’s staring at their feet, hands balled tightly into fists at his sides. “Why didn’t you get it?” he says at a normal volume, voice broken and hoarse. “Th-that time in uni when I asked if you wanted to get ramen at my place… I ended up feeling like an idiot because you really just thought I’d invited you for dinner. Everyone knew what that meant but you. You’re such an asshole.” He presses his lips together hard, muffling a whimper. Fresh tears streak down his face, clinging to his chin. He shudders with his next breath. “And I asked you to that office Christmas party as my date, but you thought I meant platonically because I didn’t have anyone else to go with. Who thinks stuff like that? You’re so—”

He stops mid sentence as Yoongi brushes his fingers over his cheek, leaning into the touch. “S-say it again,” Yoongi breathes, scared to ask, but terrified to stay silent. “Please.”

“Who thinks stuff like that?” Jungkook says, frowning.

Yoongi snorts. “Not that. Say…” he can’t get himself to say it, not when Jungkook’s looking at him like that, when Yoongi’s hand is cupping his cheek, when the sun is warming their faces on a clifftop like this is some confession scene from a period drama. He slips his fingers into the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, stepping forward until their chests are touching. Jungkook hugs him fiercely, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi returns the embrace.

“Say it again,” he croaks, trembling.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers, fingers digging painfully into Yoongi’s back. “I’ve loved you since the weekend in uni when you looked after me because I had that stomach bug.”

Yoongi sobs loudly. “Fuck off, you absolutely have not. Say it again.”

Jungkook sniffles, nuzzling the crook of Yoongi’s neck softly, but he doesn’t argue the matter. “Did you really not mean for me to get the note?” he asks, timid.

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, but I--Hoseok-ah must have put it there. He’s been trying to get me to confess for years. Say it again.”

“Well, you can tell him he has to pay for the wedding he ruined.”

“Yeah. I will. Say it again.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, how many did I miss? Three? I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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ncisfranchise-source · 7 months

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In just a few weeks, NCIS will be going down under for the franchise's first international adventure. After first debuting in Australia, NCIS: Sydney will air on CBS alongside NCIS and NCIS: Hawaii. And while that might seem confusing at first because it's a show about a branch of the U.S. Military, the first thing you need to know about NCIS: Sydney is that it's inspired by a real NCIS office located in Perth, Australia. And it was also created by a real Australian, executive producer Morgan O'Neill.

In an interview with The Messenger, O'Neill offered some teases that should please any fan of the NCIS franchise, as well as any fans of Australia. Here are a few tidbits to help tide you over while you wait for the premiere.

The cases on NCIS: Sydney are based in reality

O'Neill was thrilled to find that NCIS officers "do this all day, every day in Australia," which is to say they partner up with the Australian Federal Police to solve crimes. "What it allowed us to do is to create NCIS's first actual blended family, where you've got American NCIS agents and Australian AFP agents working together, and having to do so really quickly, because crime is not going to stop just because they've got some jurisdictional issues," he explained. "The cases that NCIS is dealing with in the first season of NCIS: Sydney are exactly what these guys do day-to-day and on an increasing basis, as far as I can tell."

Sydney is an important backdrop

While the actual NCIS office is in Perth, the fictional one is in Sydney, where the Australian Navy and American Navy ships dock together in the harbor. "It's one of the few Navy bases in the world where their fleet command is in their central business district," O'Neill explained. "So when anything happens...you're in the middle of town. You're in the world's biggest harbor on the world's biggest island. So they're really busy guys, as you can imagine."

The city gets to show off

O'Neill says we will "100 percent" get to see all the classic Sydney sights, like the opera house and the famous Harbour Bridge, partly because it's impossible not to. "Like, if you stick a camera on a boat in the middle of Sydney Harbor, and you just go 360 [degrees], you're going to see massive limestone and sandstone cliffs, you're going to see the opera house, you're going to see Lunar Park...I'm biased, but it's one of the world's most beautiful cities, so it's impossible not to show that."

That said, O'Neill also promised there would be "a different version" of Sydney portrayed in the series that might be a treat for locals. "We really spent a long time looking for locations and trying to find stories that angled into Sydney in a way that was unexpected, that was genuinely authentic, that reflected the real diversity of Sydney, because Sydney is a crazy multicultural city."

There will be dangerous animals

"The truth of the matter is when Americans think of Australia...I guarantee top 10 is the dangerous critters down there, a lot of them, in land and sea," O'Neill explained. "And that's a reality, that's not a fabrication. Lots of things that will bite you and hurt you, so we wanted to play into that idea, without making it Crocodile Dundee."

But it's still 'NCIS' at heart

When it came to joining Australian and American culture, O'Neill was thinking of the Australian term "larrikin," which he described as "a kind of cheeky roguish, anti-authoritarian strain that Australians tend to have." He wanted to figure out how to translate that feeling for international viewers, but then when he sat down to watch a whole bunch of episodes of NCIS, he discovered he might not need to.

"I realized that kind of larrikin, anti-authoritarian, kind of scrappy underdog quality is actually NCIS," he said. "I mean, that's what they are. They're the under-resourced, poor cousins. They're the smallest of the 17 military intelligence agencies, and that's Australia, that sense of 'do more with less,' can-do attitude. NCIS is a perfect fit for Sydney."

#ncis sydney #interview

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gimme a song that has the vibes of lenas youth! not like childhood but teenage to young adult years, ukno?

This is like my favorite timeframe I'm -

Faster Cars | Loving Caliber:

Try not to hold me down Feel alive when I'm in this town Look at those beautiful stars I wanna drive a faster car Nothing can break me No no, nothing can break me

Try not to hold me down Feel alive when I'm in this town Look at those beautiful stars I wanna take a trip to Mars Nothing can break me, no, no Nothing can break me

Look at those beautiful stars I wanna drive a faster car

Lay my troubles to rest Blow the smoke through my cigarette City lights looking fine And I know that this is my time now

Lena as a teen, somewhere between 12-16, grew up getting into all sorts of trouble. A bored teen, in a post-omnic war area, and an absent parent, left her free to do whatever she pleased, for the most part. There were weeks where it was just her, her friends, and the cigarette/weed smoke curling up to the stars as they lounged on whatever roof they settled on that night. These were the nights that she was infected with that lofty idea, that she could go straight to the heavens and beyond, that she could holds the stars in her arms. Lena would clutch onto the sky as the way out, the freedom she so craved. The fast bikes and loud music would only settle the thing that beat its wings in her chest for so long before it, and her, grew restless again. This song really encapsulates a lot of that rush, that feeling of belonging while still craving just a bit beyond what she actually had these days.

Born To Run | American Authors

I'm born to run, down rocky cliffs Give me grace, bury my sins Shattered glass and black holes Can't hold me back from where I need to go Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Yellow hills and valleys deep I watch them move under my feet Stranger things have come and gone To see the world, and take the throne Don't hold back Oh, I won't hold back

I'm gonna live my life, like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run I'm gonna spend my time, like tomorrow won't come Do whatever I want, like I'm born to run

I wanna see Paris (hey), I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless (hey) even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life, like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

This song is fantastic for that transitional point at around 16/17 where Lena began to realize that she was playing a game of attrition. She hadn't figured out where, or how, or what, she wanted to do with her life. Things were stagnated, her friends were starting to move on or be dismantled. They were all moving on, and Lena felt the walls of failure closing in on her. But rather than do something like settle, and cage that thing in her chest that beats, she decided to run.

Given the demolition of soldiers during the crisis and lacking population, the militaries were recruiting heavily. They promised her the world, the skies and the seas and everything in between, if she signed her life over to them. Desperate to get out, Lena agreed, and she was funneled into the RAF academy to train to become a corporal. She finally got her wish, to see the world and to get out of London, but now sat in the walls of concrete and steel to while her days away - that is, of course, until they realized her gift for flight.

#andy breaking my heart over here #listen I could talk about this timeframe for AGES #There are like 4 more songs that would fit but I gotta get back to patient notes before my meeting #( headcanon. )#I love my playlist for her I should really organize and share it #infiltracion

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Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #31: The Friday Night FRIGHTS!

April, 1988

ARKON’S BACK!

And this time -- it’s no movie!!

PLUS: To Kill A Mockingbird!

Hey, you’re not supposed to kill a mockingbird. That’s the point of the To Kill A Mockingbird title. Dammit, Phantom Rider, you dumb ghost!

Also, Arkon! Wow, it’s been a while!

You may or may not remember him as that Conan-ish guy who tried to cause nuclear war on Earth because it would re-energize the energy rings that make life possible on his home planet Polemachus.

He also kidnapped Scarlet Witch and tried to make her be his bride because she was The Girl of the team?

He’s had some other run-ins with Earth’s heroes as well. But he caused enough of a stir the times he visited Earth that there’s a successful series of movies about him which are very Conan-ish. Wonder Man Simon Williams played the villain in the most recent one.

Other context: when the West Coast Avengers were lost in past times, Mockingbird got separated when the rest of the team went further back in time. She got kidnapped and drugged by a delusional cowboy into loving him and they don’t say its sexual assault explicitly but its all but said. When Mockingbird was freed of the drugs, she hunted down Phantom/Ghost Rider and had a confrontation with him that ended in him falling off a cliff. And she didn’t save him.

She has hid the truth from the Avengers and more specifically husband Hawkeye about how bad her ordeal was and that she manslaughtered Phantom Rider in retribution. But she’s been feeling guilty about it and keeps trying to tell Hawkeye but not going through with it.

So, there’s your context.

Which you’ll need because Phantom Rider is back.

Or something.

We saw a modern version of him when the West Coast Avengers fought very Southwest America themed supergroup the Rangers.

At that time, Phantom Rider hadn’t mentioned any past history with Mockingbird but now he’s certainly angry about stuff.

Or dramatic. He’s either angry or dramatic or both.

He very dramatically rides through a rainy night to a secret cave where fellow Ranger Texas Twister is sitting before a fire and looking in bad shape. Also, talking in a very phonetic accent.

Texas Twister was very affected by the reveal that his pardner Shooting Star was either a demon all along or replaced with a demon. He wants revenge. On demons, I guess.

For some reason, I guess ghost reasons, Phantom Rider needs Texas Twister to summon a demon. He’s not interested in Twister’s revenge but he’ll use the demon against the West Coast Avengers so he can get his own revenge on Mockingbird for rejecting him and also dropping him off a cliff.

Check out this very biased take on events.

If only we could drop you off a cliff again, dude.

Anyway. When Texas Twister does his ritual to summon demons, it instead summons

ARKON!

That guy from the recap I told! And from the cover! And from the movies!

Phantom Rider is a bit confused but game, assuming that Arkon is a demon warrior chieftain with a link to Amerindian tradition somehow.

Arkon: “What prattle is this?”

Guess Phantom Rider doesn’t watch a lot of movies.

So Arkon introduces himself, loudly and boisterously, as Arkon the Magnificent, Imperion of Polemachus and that he’s here to beat the shit out of Wonder Man.

The magic ritual didn’t bring Arkon here. He was coming on his own and the ritual just sidetracked him to this exact location. He’s going to go beat the shit out of Wonder Man now.

Which works for Phantom Rider so.... yeah. He just lets him walk off. Not what he was expecting but same result!

Meanwhile, at the West Coast Avengers Compound, Moon Knight sits on the cliff over the sea and talks to Khonshu, since Khonshu is so chatty these days.

He asks Khonshu if he knows anything about Phantom Rider, which Khonshu doesn’t. But Moon Knight’s dynamic detective brain has been ticking along for some issues now and he’s figured that Phantom Rider has something to do with why Mockingbird has been acting so weird.

Khonshu couldn’t give less of a shit about this but he is pretty hype that Moon Knight will be officially an Avenger soon. Khonshu likes the Avengers, they’re an interesting bunch. He especially is interested in Hawkeye.

Aw, Hawkeye has a fan.

Anyway, Tigra interrupts Moon Knight’s internal dialogue and the two have some casual make-outs.

Tigra: “You were really in the ozone, weren’t you?”

Moon Knight: “You’d be surprised, Tigra! I was, in fact, communing with my god -- and now, I’ll commune with you -- !”

Tigra: “Yeah! Commune away!”

Iron Man: “Why don’t you two go somewhere private?”

Iron Man wasn’t established in this scene before. He manifested entirely to be grumpy about some PDA and tell them to get a room.

Amazing.

Moon Knight tells Iron Man to shove it. Surely as an employee of famous playboy Tony Stark, he’s used to people making out around him.

Except its not really the making out that’s got Iron Man’s dander up. Alas. Alas for my jokes.

Iron Man is in a Mood and he wants to be alone so this romantic cliff is a brooding cliff now.

Moon Knight really pulls the ‘I don’t see your name on it’ bit by asking if Iron Man owns this overlook to which Iron Man really responds ‘yeah, kinda!’ by saying Tony Stark helped pay for it.

Anyway, before this escalates past childish barbs, Hawkeye interrupts by shooting an arrow between them because he’s Hawkeye and that’s his favorite form of social interaction.

Hawkeye pulls Iron Man aside and tells him ‘hey, c’mon, don’t paste the new guy’ and ‘what’s wrong good buddy?’

Iron Man won’t answer, despite Hawkeye calling on their long friendship. Whatever is bothering him, the only remedy is alone time to think it all out. He says Hawkeye will be the first to hear when he’s ready to talk and then flies off.

Hm. I wonder what’s happening in the Iron Man solo that’s got him in such a state.

Mockingbird shows up - because this is a very popular brooding cliff - and asks if Hawkeye talked to Iron Man.

Hawkeye confirms he tried but Iron Man wouldn’t open up. SPEAKING OF WHICH, he feels like Mockingbird had something to tell him but never got around to?

Mockingbird pretends to have forgotten whatever she wanted to talk to him about. Hawkeye complains that he feels like his team has started working around him.

But before he can pursue this conversation further, Dr Pym SCIENCE ADVENTURER runs up to report an emergency call from the “Eakos” aka the East Coast Avengers.

Its charming that the West Coast Avengers have run with the Wackos nickname that the Thing gave them and extended it to the East Coast Avengers. While the East Coast Avengers don’t seem to have the same nickname. It’s fun that the two teams are developing their own quirks and culture.

More of that.

Anyway. The East Coast Avengers tell Hawkeye that Iron Man, in Iron Man #228, attacked the Captain at the Vault.

What’s this about? Armor Wars is what this is about.

Tony got Big Mad about all his technology being stolen so broke into the Vault to beat up fifty of the Guardsmen there. Also, he fought the Captain America.

At some point, when I have more time freed up, I want to read through the Iron Man book just for me. Because apparently in Iron Man #228 Rhodey impersonates Electro for some reason. Wild.

Hawkeye says that he just saw Iron Man but that he flew off after asking Hawkeye to trust him. Captain Marvel says they all trust Tony, great guy, but they need an explanation.

Hawkeye: “Holy -- ! I can’t believe it! Tony got me out of a life of crime -- got me into the Avengers -- an’ Steve was my first boss here! What the heck is goin’ on?”

And Mockingbird makes a relieved face behind Hawkeye’s back because this is going to distract him from asking any follow up questions about her thing.

... You do know that this is a temporary reprieve? I can’t believe I’m saying this but listen to Nick Fury and come clean!

Hawkeye decides that the plot of this issue is going to be finding Iron Man and making him explain!

-looks at the cover, laughs in irony-

No, we’re not doing that today.

Today is Arkon day.

With a KA-BOOM! of thunder, the real plot arrives.

The West Coast Avengers all run out and find Arkon flying about the grounds.

Wonder Man: “Arkon! It’s the real Arkon!”

Arkon: “Aye, Wonder Man -- and the Imperion of Polemachus is come to destroy you for that effrontery evinced in that photoplay!”

Wonder Man: “Uh -- I was just an actor there -- and I played the villain! Villain you are, for your fellow Avengers must have told you that I’m no character of fiction -- yet it is against the Polemachan code to create an image of the Imperion!”

And the only way to address this offense? He’s gonna murder the shit out of Wonder Man. Despite the fact that Wonder Man wasn’t playing Arkon, didn’t write the script, or greenlight the movie or ever even meet Arkon. On the other hand, at least Arkon is punching people who won’t explode into chunky salsa with one punch, man.

The West Coast Avengers move into help after Arkon punches Wonder Man but he warns them off.

He expected that people might try to interfere. So he brought a nuclear bomb with him. And clipped it to his belt. And he’ll use it if anyone interferes because this is about Honor and such.

Wonder Man agrees to fight Arkon man to man because he figures this will be a good workout (and then realizes, well I’d better win!)

He just has one question before they start fighting. Is that portable nuclear bomb going to go off while they roughhouse? No? Good.

Hah. Now they’re even.

Arkon praises Wonder Man, saying that he’s never been hit so hard - not even by Thor.

Wonder Man is like 'HAH, KNEW IT’

Wonder Man: “Thanks -- for the testimonial -- ! When I fought him -- I knew I was stronger!”

Simon has his priorities.

Since the West Coast Avengers can’t help without blowing up, they decide to just peanut gallery.

Tigra says she wouldn’t want to be in the middle of the fight and Moon Knight says she still would be if she had to be. Hawkeye asks if the Moon is on Wonder Man’s side but Khonshu hasn’t weighed in on it. And Dr Pym decides to rehash Mockingbird’s ‘is it okay for Avengers to kill’ discussion and mentions that may be what it takes to stop Arkon. Mockingbird dismisses the discussion as “only an idea.”

You guys are terrible at peanut gallerying. I want some hoots. I want some cries of support for your buddy. I want some sniping at Arkon’s expense.

Someone call Shorsey. He’ll teach them how to jeer.

After Arkon TANK!s Wonder Man in the face with his shield, Wonder Man grabs it away from him and crumples it into a wad.

The peanut gallery finally starts cheering “Watch his right!” “Tear ‘im up, Simon!” and Moon Knight offers constructive criticism? with “For all his strenght, he could stand to learn some tactics -- !”

Mockingbird happens to spot Phantom Rider chilling out by the cliff. She’s startled and runs off to go confront him before anyone else notices him.

In her internal monologue, she recaps all the kidnapping and drugging stuff that I’ve already recapped.

What’s interesting is that her memory of letting Phantom Rider drop off the cliff has a different one-liner. Phantom Rider remembers her saying “Drop dead!” Mockingbird’s own version is the less succinct “I’ll give you the same consideration you gave me...!”

I wonder if this is a sign of Mockingbird and Phantom Rider’s drastically different memories of how things played out... or whether Englehart just forgot what happened earlier in the script.

Who can say.

And after all that internal monologue recapping, Mockingbird concedes (still in internal monologue) that this isn’t even the same Phantom Rider! Because that one is dead! Legacy characters!

Except Phantom Rider greets her with “And so we meet again, Barbara -- on yet another cliff!”

Mockingbird says they’ve only met when the West Coast Avengers fought the Rangers but Phantom Rider explains that while the body he inhabits is contemporary but the driver is the angry ghost of the man she killed.

Phantom Rider: “I told you my legend -- how He Who Lights The Stars sent the Comanches the ghost dust and the ghost horse -- first for my brother, and then for me! I am the Son of the Spirits -- the Phantom Rider! I do not die as other men!”

Mockingbird: “You were crazy then and you’re crazy now!”

Thus conceding his point about being the same dude. Dammit, Bobbi. That’s not the way to win a debate.

Phantom Rider decides to prove that he’s a ghost.

He does the same walk out into thin air thing he did back in the cowboy times.

Mockingbird assume he’s projecting his image from behind her -- like he did in cowboy times. She thrusts her battle staff backwards only to hit nothing. And then the floating cowboy ghost starts grappling her.

Since he’s solid enough to grab her staff, he’s solid enough for to roll and throw but then he fades into darkness as he also did back in cowboy times.

Back at fight times, Arkon isn’t pleased about his crunched shield.

Arkon: “I possess three forms of bolt, actor! The golden bolts open portals to other worlds -- ! The scarlet bolts -- LEVEL MY FOES!”

And he throws a scarlet bolt into the crunched shield - exploding it and knocking Wonder Man on his ass.

I’m just wondering what the third type of bolt is.

He said three. He only listed two. Arkon. What is the third type of bolt. Arkon. Tell me.

(According to the marvel wiki, he also has black bolts which are twice as powerful as the scarlet bolts, exploding with the force of 20 tons of TNT versus the scarlet bolts exploding with a force of 10 tons of TNT. I can clearly see he’s not carrying any though.)

Wonder Man scolds Arkon for damaging the landscaping.

Wonder Man: “You became a media sensation when you first revealed yourself in this dimension -- ! The media eats their young here -- they’ve cranked out four features on you so far --.”

Arkon: “FOUR?!!”

You’re making it worse for yourself, Simon.

Hey. How DID Arkon hear about the Arkon movie and not hear that there were of them? How much information travels between Earth and Polemachus anyway?

Wonder Man PLOW!s past Arkon, knocking some scarlet bolts loose.

Two dropped bolts make a BARABA BOOM, shocking Wonder Man at the impact.

In Wonder Man’s memory of events, he had Thor beat until Thor used lightning against him. So this explosive lightning bolt-shaped weapon is giving him pause. But he decides getting beat is something for past Simon not now Simon and flies right at Arkon again.

(Who grabs some of his dimensional travel bolts? Arkon, buddy, I think you grabbed the wrong ones)

At the Mockingbird/Phantom Rider fight by the cliff by the sea, Mockingbird swipes Phantom Rider’s cape away with her battle staff. Then, she separates her staff into staves but Phantom Rider just shoots them out of her hands.

Wow, good aim.

Also, a conversation.

Mockingbird: “Your wonders don’t impress me, Spook-Man! Even if they’re real, they don’t impress me!”

(Shania Twain intensifies)

Mockingbird: “I told you last time, I’m an Avenger!”

Phantom Rider: “Yes, you told me that, Barbara -- but in this era, in this body, I understand it better! I know about Avengers -- and Avengers don’t kill, do they?”

Mockingbird: “I didn’t kill you! I let you die! There’s a difference!”

Phantom Rider: “Shall we explain that to your beloved husband?”

Back at the Wonder Man/Arkon fight.

Wonder Man has gotten right in Arkon’s face so he can punch him in the face while Arkon explodes scarlet bolts point blank in Wonder Man’s face.

An exchange that a battered, bruised, and very disheveled Wonder Man eventually wins over a much less beat up looking Arkon.

Wonder Man: “I’m telling you, Imperion, you’re a sensation here -- but you’ve always disappeared as quickly as you came!”

Arkon: “I hate this world!”

Wonder Man: “Great -- but how were we supposed to know we were offending you, making those movies? You had to come and tell us -- which you have -- !”

Hawkeye: “That’s right, Arkon! You’ve delivered your message -- now let Wondy talk to the studios for you!”

Arkon: “Talk -- ? Talk is for women!”

Stay classy, Arkon.

Arkon does admit that he understands this world about as much as Wonder Man understands Polemachus.

Arkon: “Perhaps here, men do talk as well as battle -- as absurd as that sounds -- !”

So since Wonder Man beat the shit out of him - thus impressing him - Arkon will do things Wonder Man’s way. Wonder Man can go talk to the studios on Arkon’s behalf and warn them that Arkon will “countenance no further desecration.”

Then because there’s too much talking around here and Arkon is feeling insecure in his masculinity probably, he instantly ollies outie the plot and goes back to Polemachus.

Fun guy, Arkon.

Back at Mockingbird’s ordeal, she insists that Phantom Rider will tell Hawkeye nothing.

So Phantom Rider goes off on a self-serving rant. While also kicking and slapping the shit out of Mockingbird and leaving her dangling from the cliff.

Phantom Rider: “You prefer fighting to talking? You talked last time -- you said I was a man who’d hurt a woman as only a man can! You hurt me then, as only a woman can! You took my vulnerability and sneered at it!”

Ech. I’m not loving this plot.

I didn’t love the initial cowboy times drugging and mind control. I was curious to see where it would go after because I’d heard that it was going to go places. But now the rapist cowboy is back to get revenge because he is somehow the wronged party in this.

I mean, she did manslaughter him a little. But he’s a real dick..

So Phantom Rider has knocked her onto the edge and he scoffs “You thought you’d have your revenge for your poor hurt feelings, and exact the ultimate retribution -- but look where it has gotten you!”

I know how this is going to end up for Mockingbird and Hawkeye. I don’t know how its going to end up for Phantom Rider. He’s a real dick. And its going to really suck if he walks away from his harassment campaign victorious.

He threatens to step on Mockingbird’s fingers to send her falling to her death but tells her he’s going to prolong this until he’s decided she’s suffered enough.

He’s a real dick.

He rides off on his flying horse.

As soon as she’s gone, Mockingbird falls from the cliff but manages to grab the staircase.

She pulls herself up to the top just as the Rest of the Coast Avengers come looking for her because she “missed all the excitement -- !”

Womp womp!

Also, Phantom Rider is the Moon, for some reason. Moon Knight should look into that.

Sssso. Love the A-plot. Arkon Big Mad that people made movies about him and taking it out on Wonder Man? Glorious.

The Phantom Rider stuff? I don’t trust Steve Englehart to handle this sensitive topic sensitively. Because so far it seems like the moral center of the plot is whether its okay to ever manslaughter a person and the drugging and mind control was just to incite the incident. I feel like the manslaughter is going to be the primary thing once the truth comes out.

Oy. Between the character assassination over in East Coast Avengers and the Phantom Rider stuff being the main plot in West Coast Avengers, I wish one of these books wasn’t such a letdown. But at least Wasp is going to be showing up.

Wasp is so good.

Follow @essential-avengers for some reason. I’m tired, you think of one. Like and reblog maybe? Let me know your thoughts.

#avengers #west coast avengers #essential avengers #Hawkeye #Moon Knight #Tigra #Iron Man #Mockingbird #Dr Pym #Hank Pym #Wonder Man #Arkon #Phantom Rider #Texas Twister #the east coast avengers briefly #a debate about intellectual property rights #essential marvel liveblogging

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I just wrote a water based apocalyptic at prompt where the world flooded, reader survived on cobbled together boat, doesn't know about the sea monsters that are now in the water (because not fantasy world) till Sun finding them, octopus boy, only has octopus mouth, reader is panicking but Sun is like, hey this object is cool and one of those strange little creatures is alive in it.

Then reader runs, Sun stops for a sec to eat a squid, halts your boat with his tentacles and swallows it, but he keeps it in his throat, he's stretchy but size of boat make things awkward, he swims weird which embassies him in front of his bro when he heads back to his part of the den, spits your ship out, you're hiding and Sun tries to spot you, gets hungry, leaves, comes back and sees Moon about to snap your boat in half, gets mad and chases his bro off.

Too much damage to the ship, starts to sink, you have to run to top deck, Sun instant picks you up with a tentacle and you both just kinda watch like (☉︵☉) as it snaps in half as it sinks, looks for a place to put you.

there a nice size cliff that sticks out of the water, places you on it and dives to retrieve your boat pieces, sets them on the shelf and tries to stick it back together, obviously just as upset about your broken boat as you are. To you, your ship is broken and alot of important to you things got ruined, to him his curiosity just cause you to lose your little home and feels bad about it because in hindsight he could have just followed you till got to tired to run anymore.

He can't fix it, head to desk only desk is cliff, you're surprised the sea monster acts pretty human and shows no interest in eating you. Shoots up with angry eyes an goes off to fight/challenge Moon, Sun wins, now Moon has to give him something return, Sun wants Moon to replace your boat or bring things to fix it, he broke it after all.

Sun stays with you because he doesn't trust his bro not to try and eat you again, he was right to do so because when Moon brings junk back he makes and attempt only Sun is faster, wraps a tentacle around you and covers your mouth and nose then jams you as far as he can down his throat, right into a little pouch he tends to keep snacks in.

Pretends he's not panicking while lecturing his bro due to feeling you suddenly slip deeper, Moon leaves, Sun panics because he just lost you in his digestive system, starts poking himself from outside it to try and find you while mentally chanting "please don't be in my stomach, please don't be in my stomach" finds you in his abdomen near his stomach, not in it but him his larger storage pouch next to his stomach. Is relieved he found you but pokes kinda hard to make sure you're alive, the squirming you do as a reaction makes him happy because that means definitely still alive.

Only he hasn't used that organ since childhood so he doesn't remember how to retrieve things from it, is upset again and feels guilty because now not only has his curiosity broken his ship, but he's accidentally trapped you inside himself.

You'll be fine till he figures out how to get you out of there because can use magic to link your functions together so you won't suffocate, starve or get dehydrated.

Basically big curious goof does an accidental entrapment.

Watched Jack play Far: changing tides and that spawned the idea in the first place.

#mango speaks #mango updates #☀️🌕#💡☀️🌕🌑☀️👾💧

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Day 221,

We’re taking a break on the beach of a small island. As it turns out, the second day of rowing is harder than the first as the previous day’s strain and exertion catches up with you. I’ve tried taking more shifts from Lin to ease the burden on her, but the truth of the matter is I can’t even go half an hour without getting shaky and short of breath. Not if I’m going to keep pace with Maiko anyway. That said, slowing our pace is something we might seriously need to consider.

The island we’ve stopped at is interesting, but unfortunately difficult to properly explore. It’s a smaller one, we could probably do a lap around it in the boats in ten or fifteen minutes but it’s tall. Basically a pillar of stone sticking up out of the water two or three times the height of most of the buildings in the Village. Only place for us to put in is a near-circular cove cut into one side of it with a crescent of sandy beach lining the inside of it giving a bit of walking space between the water and the sheer cliff face. We could see trees on top from a distance and there are roots and vines visible near the top of the wall, but, like I said, we’ve got no good way up there.

The really strange part though is the thin waterfall draining from the top of the island into the sea. You can’t see it from where we are now but if I listen for it I can hear it. I can’t for the life of me figure out where the source for that waterfall could be coming from. It feels improbable that the seawater could somehow be flowing up there as a natural spring. Collected rainwater feels equally far fetched given that the waterfall would have drained it by now if it were anything short of the whole island being a hollow drum that fills up during the rainy season. Perhaps some ancient pumping mechanism left by whomever or whatever built Cloud Tower? But for what purpose?

A frustratingly unanswerable conundrum. For now, I’ll distract myself with taking in the beauty of what I can see. The beach is pristine and the water is amazingly clear. If I stand up at the water’s edge I can see the coral reef that we passed over on the way in here in all its color and shining, swimming residents. Pretty as it is though, we’ll probably need to get moving again before too long. Once the tide goes out, getting back over that reef without scraping up the bottoms of our boat might be an iffy prospect.

Going to take a little bit of a walk to stretch my legs again before we leave.

*******

Another night, another campfire, another island. We’ve got company this time though. This place is full of tiny, round, long-beaked flightless birds with seemingly zero fear of predators. They look something like kiwis but with brighter plumage. Not that that comparison is going to make any sense to a non-outsider.

But as I said, zero fear. A few of them actually tried pecking at us before just going about their business ignoring us once they determined we weren’t food. Our actual food was a bit trickier to keep them out of until we realized that they can’t jump high enough to get into the boats.

Lin and Maiko didn’t find much suitable to eat on the island save for the birds. There was some debate about that option but ultimately we decided against it and went with what we brought with us. What it really came down to was Lin found the birds to be cute and Maiko didn’t want to upset her.

And they are cute. As I’m writing this now, sitting cross-legged with my back against a tree, one has nestled in the space between my legs. I think they like the warmth. Once the sun went down and we made our fire, more started coming out of the woods and gathering around it. Maiko keeps picking them up and gently tossing them a short distance away as they try to huddle around her, much to the rest of our amusement. It’s the chickens all over again. That thought seems to have occurred to Maiko as well because she’s already declared that she’ll be spending the night in her boat.

That’s not a bad idea honestly, but unfortunately the other boat’s not well suited to that and I don’t think we can fit more than one person in Maiko’s.

Well, I’m going to see if I can get up and join the others without disturbing this little fellow too much.

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Wild as the Wind

2500-word Short Story writing challenge genre: fantasy subject: domestication character: a sea captain

Summary: Sailors domesticated the winds thousands of years ago and culture has developed around the use of domesticated winds, leaving the sea and its community behind. Now a sea captain must transport refugees away from an oppressive society that has forgotten where it came from.

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“I can see why he stays on a ship!”

“You’ve got a face like a fish!”

The mocking laughter had a dangerous edge.

The voices were carried directly to the captain’s ear by a pet breeze that smelled like an arid city center, distinct from the rich humid air of the lowland bar.

The captain of the The Bloodline let the breeze circle around him unhindered. "Eh, the ladies of the ports aren't relying on pretty boys to keep them in pearls."

The deep sea pearls were a point of contention: highly valued by the city elite, they were more often worn as trinkets by sailors and sea folk. Sailors didn't make a lot of money, but they often came into port with treasures of their own, directly from the sea -- pearls, and shells, and scavenging from old shipwrecks or windfalls.

"Ladies, he calls them! Ha!"

"Speaking of pretty boys,” the captain drawled, “What's a group of city lads doing down here at a port?"

“Certainly not paying for someone to ignore my face!”

“No, I don’t imagine you are.” It wasn’t their faces that all the locals would be trying to ignore.

“A drink for you, Captain,” the bartender offered both a drink and a break in the tension. She’d been tending this bar for years, but her willowy figure revealed she had come from city stock herself. The litheness of a native city dweller stood out in this town.

The captain had a good amount of fat over his muscles, insulating him from both damage and cold, as did most people who successfully lived with the sea. Runaways who either wanted adventure or to just to get away from the upper echelons of society weren't always welcomed kindly, but were generally politely ignored. These men, just boys really, were clearly city folk with the sharp thinness to them that looked a bit sickly to the people of the sea. They lounged at their table with an arrogant entitlement that had the locals eyeing them warily like the threats they were.

Boys like these weren’t trying to fit in; they wanted to show off to each other, already convinced that no locals deserved respect and psyching themselves up for violence.

The captain didn’t need them to say why they were here, these boys who liked to show off what they had and forget what they came from. He had still hoped they’d prove him wrong.

It was sailors who first domesticated the wild winds to fill the sails of their boats. That oldest breed of wind still ran true, in continuous use for thousands of years, but their prominence had diminished over the centuries. Now there were hundreds of strains of domesticated winds, from a soldier’s tiny air bullets, to zeppelins with their massive airstreams. Every citizen of the upper echelons had a personal gust for travel and every child had a breeze or two to play with.

The skies were thoroughly domesticated. Cities grew up cliffs and into towering monoliths piercing the sky ever higher. Sails took to the air rather than the sea, and only the old, traditional, and poor continued to live with the sea. Rich societies prided themselves on their kites and their airships, and didn’t acknowledge the folk who still lived with the sea.

The seaside communities were the dregs of society across all the principalities, that the wealthy didn’t like to think about and often wished would just... go away… somehow. For the most part, the central societies in their heights left the sea folk alone to live and die without notice beyond collecting taxes and preventing excessive smuggling. Occasionally, though, a principality tried to actively clear them out. Sometimes that involved forcefully relocating seaside communities into the lower levels of a cliff-side city and indoctrinating them in what the city dwellers considered civilized. Other times it meant sending in armies and tossing their bodies into the sea. Among the sea folk, it was debated which fate was the kinder one.

Any individual city boy could be quietly killed in a back alley, tripped into the water, and made to disappear. With so little padding, the sea wouldn’t even have to work to suck the heat from their bones. But the presence of city dwellers in bold groups such as this forewarned of policy changes coming, and those rarely bode well.

The captain had planned to stay for longer on shore, but plans change as circumstances change. He told the barkeep, “I’ll be departing tomorrow morning at high tide. Can you spread the word to anyone interested in a crew position or passage?”

The Bloodline wasn’t a passenger ship, but when there was a clean-up planned in one principality, the locals knew to shift as they could to another for the duration. Every ship captain took on refugees when and where they could, and called them passengers to avoid instigating the massacres just waiting to happen.

The barkeep looked tired. She’d lived through a clean-up before. “I don’t need to spread the word, you’ll be full up with people already here.”

A quick glance around confirmed the interest. A few were sending their own breezes out to call in family and friends. The Bloodline was a well-known regular. They mostly carried correspondence and small cargo from the fringe of one principality to the fringe of another, the sea folk of each more of a community with each other than with their central societies.

“You just announce that you’re smuggling people?” The voice was as sharp and refined as the others, but older and coming from a man in the uniform of a port inspector. He’d been hidden away behind the younger group, keeping an eye on them maybe. Or maybe looking for an opportunity to crack down.

“Nay, I have my papers in order. We’re anchored at port, all proper like.”

“The port doesn’t allow immigration.”

“I don’t take on immigrants. We’re a small ship. Only has space for family members, does The Bloodline.”

There was a ripple of nervous smothered amusement in the rest of the crowd, for all that they were trying to stay quiet.

“Hmm, all these men looking to join you, none of whom you greeted personally, they’re all family, are they?”

“They surely are.”

The Bloodline was a small ship with just a handful of crew who regularly rotated from the dregs of even sea-faring society: people who loved the sea more than their own lives, and who didn’t turn away the instant they saw the small ship for such a vast sea.

Too small to be either pirates or pirate-bait, they didn’t get much attention from the official customs agents as long as they had their paperwork in order and the agents weren’t particularly bored. Their purpose wasn’t to make money to retire in comfort on land later, but simply to keep sailing. The ship had been making the runs across the sea for generations with a constantly rotating crew and impeccable records. The crew rosters of The Bloodline were the closest thing to a family tree many of the people had.

One prospective passenger came forward, brave in order to reserve her spot on the small ship. “My daddy came to port on this ship, so I might as well take it out again and see where I get.”

Another passenger, not to be outdone, said, “My father was named after this ship, because it was all my grandfather talked about before he sailed away again.”

And another, “Not all of us are sailors in my family, but we all take a voyage on The Bloodline.”

An old man, just entering the bar with the help of a handful of relatives all carrying bags, said, “I came into this world on that ship and I’ll leave this world on that ship.”

The barkeep had been right. People were ready to leave this town. The inspector watched the gathering crowd with calculating eyes. If violence broke out now, he couldn’t assume that his city lads would dominate. The tension in the bar had already been high. Things could get very ugly, very quickly.

“If that answers your question,” the captain addressed the inspector, “then I’ll go get my family situated before our departure.”

“You surely do have a large family,” the inspector observed. “For a man with your face.” They stared at each other for a bit, waiting to see if this would become a fight. But not yet. “You can go.”

The captain nodded a goodbye, collected his new passengers and led them back to the dock. They were all experienced sailors or from sailing families, and none of them wanted to delay the departure: they arranged themselves below deck quickly.

In the dark pre-dawn of the following day, the inspector personally boarded The Bloodline to inspect the cargo and review the paperwork, before stamping his approval and allowing them to depart.

The Bloodline set sail on the high tide, with strong winds, the deck packed with people praying for safety.

They cut cleanly through the waves and over the swells, away from people who looked at a man but saw a fish. Hope rose with the sun.

The attack was not unexpected.

It was an ambush in slow motion.

They were just out of sight of the land, with no chance of witnesses on shore, when the military formation appeared on the horizon.

The Bloodline’s winds were good and steady and had been with the ship for decades. They’d kept the ship safe and moving across thousands of miles, and had learned more than a few tricks in that time. But they couldn’t make an old sailing ship outpace high-flying kites on military gusts.

Still it took time for even the fastest kite to get that far and the captain and crew tried to race and the winds gave it their all. The passengers could only watch as the formation glided ever closer through the clear sunny sky, a formation of kites carrying soldiers tasked with “cleaning up” a population that didn’t fit in with the current social powers.

“Why are you wasting your time with us?” one passenger shouted, sending his words on a breeze towards the soldiers. The breeze was stilled before it could deliver its words.

The soldiers didn’t want to hear any words from the passengers. Nor any screams.

The captain had navigated them away from the main skyways, so the soldiers had to rely on their gusts rather than an established airstream. The soldiers had only so much time before their winds lost the stamina to return them to safety. This couldn’t be a sustained attack.

But the soldiers knew what they were doing. A squall dispersed The Bloodline’s winds, and a whirlwind created a perimeter. They didn’t bother to attack the people. They attacked the ship itself.

A specialized twister snapped the masts like twigs, bring them down with a crash that shook the entire ship.

The passengers screamed, but the sound was eerily muffled by the whirlwind.

One sail now covered the deck while another dragged in the water.

Focused blasts punched holes through the hull and set the ship to rocking wildly and the passengers trapped under the downed sail moaned in fear.

The captain could only watch it happen, gripping the railing tight. Wind couldn’t breach water, so there would be little immediate damage below the waterline, but the integrity of the hull was weakened and the rocking meant water flowing in. The damage would cascade.

The inspector had checked the cargo to ensure they had only trade items that might turn a profit, but no material to fix this type of damage.

The Bloodline’s Eastern wind, which had been with the ship for longer than the captain, broke through the whirlwind and swallowed a military gust whole, throwing its soldier into the water. It was far too late to save the ship, but it forced the soldiers to retreat.

The soldiers couldn’t save their compatriot or even spend time searching. Though one of them wasted a small breeze just to send a snarled “Damn fish!” back towards The Bloodline as they departed.

The Bloodline was left to founder and sink.

The crew and passengers struggled to get themselves disentangled from the fallen sails as the soldiers glided back towards the horizon, leaving just as slowly and gracefully as they had arrived.

Once the soldiers were out of sight the captain whistled in his winds and checked them for any damage, before directing the crew to lower him in a lifeboat.

City dwellers with ponds and streams thought they understood the sea. Those sent to manage the port population sneered at the sea. They refused to remember or learn that the sea was a world deeper than the sky and with less light to reveal its secrets.

The captain hoped he had steered them to the right place in their mad race before the attack. The moment of truth came when he leaned over the side of the lifeboat, looking into the depths to see if anyone was looking back.

He gave a great sigh of relief.

A face mirrored his own.

The people of the deep looked as much like the sea folk of the shore as the sea folk of the shore looked like the city dwellers. Maybe not attractive to his taste, but people like any other.

The captain reached a hand down into the churning waters and grasped the web hand that reached up to meet his. He pulled with a grunt and lifted the person out of the water and into the lifeboat. He was a large pale man, without clothes but well-insulated in fat, who coughed once, then said, “I suspect you’re interested in more than pearls this time.”

“I’m hoping for a mast, if you have one,” the captain said. “And patches for the hull as well. Our trade goods are the usual.”

“I’ve sent some folk to collect extra masts, but they won’t be good quality. You’ll still get some pearls to make up the difference.”

“As long as they let us reach a safe port.”

“You surely will. The Bloodline won’t be sinking today.”

“I appreciate it.”

“We’re family, for all the folk in the depths don’t care to recognize an airy person like yourself,” the sea trader said.

The captain shrugged and nodded. He was as welcome in the depths as he was in the heights of the cities. Just like the sailing winds, sailors had bred true for thousands of years, but their prestige diminished.

“I like my winds. They’re good sturdy winds who have served me well.”

“Hmm, the other wind folk don’t seem to like you much right now.”

The captain shrugged again. It was certainly true, but, “They forget where they come from. They like to talk about how we domesticated the winds, from the great to the small. They like to forget that it’s the sea that domesticated us.”

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stumbles in. i saw the addition to the character questionnaire thing while out and im glad u reblogged it so i remembered it. 1 2 and 5 for Lyric, 7 8 and 10 for Arvidus, 2 3 and 8 for Minna ovo?

!!! wiggles at you!! ty for the ask <33

ask game if anyone else wants to send some stuff my way wink wink wink wink

Lyric

What is the character’s go-to drink order?

Lyric is Not a fan of getting wasted, so if we're talking alcoholic, he's most likely to go for something light on the alcohol! His favourite would be a bit of rum in a black tea of your choice, mixed with some lemon or honey if it fits the flavour.

In general, tea is his go-to if he's feeling like something other than water. For a while, he'd usually just ask for whatever black tea was available (or cheapest), but he's been expanding his horizons lately! He's quite a fan of a raspberry tea Minna has concocted from her garden ^^

2) What is their grooming routine?

He keeps it pretty simple; a long time on the road has cemented the habit of doing the bare minimum, and being able to do it quickly. He used to use a knife for shaving, but after a particularly nasty nick on his neck, he gave in and bought a quality straight razor that he is very particular with caring for. He shaves whenever his stubble gets long enough to bother him (usually every few days) and bathes whenever he feels a bit too nasty to handle. This varies wildly depending on what he's getting up to at the time and how sweaty/bloody/dirty he is. Usually it's at least once a week, though.

His hair is uh... Well. He'll give it a quick comb every day so it doesn't get tangled, but it's only cut out of necessity and he refuses to let someone other than his own knife do the job. Part of his morning routine is putting his hair up in a short ponytail (or, if it's gotten long enough, a tight bun), and he doesn't take it down until he's settling down for the day.

Basically. The TL;DR is that he takes care of the necessities so he's not a complete mess, but he never really learned how to clean up proper, so anything he does know has been taught against his will in his adulthood.

5) What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

This depends wildly on what point in his life we're talking about hsdfkj so like. I'm just gonna go with later in his life when he's got his shit more figured out bc I wanna talk about him and eloise hehe

The last time he cried was when they were arguing over a particularly risky move he took without consulting anyone on their latest commission, because even if things had worked out, it was at a great risk to his own life, and eventually, Eloise just. yells at him. That he's always trying to sacrifice himself like some idiot martyr, like he still has something to prove, and isn't it enough to live for us?

And he just. Freezes. Because oh, oh. He can't remember the last time he's tried to live. Something inside him just breaks, and suddenly he's crying, and there's a long, long conversation ahead of them once he gets it out of his system.

Arvidus

7) Describe the shoes they’re wearing.

Leather boots, baby! It's such a hardy material that they're pretty resistant to his powers, and he doesn't have to worry about replacing them all the time. Honestly, they've just gotten comfier with age, and he loves them. They're shorter boots, near his ankles and have thinner, flexible soles so he can feel the ground well. One of the joys of being a catperson is being able to climb things real easy and whatnot, so he likes to wear shoes good for the job!

8) Describe the place where they sleep.

Unless out on the rare adventure, Arvidus will usually sleep at his family's temple! Or, well, that's what he calls it, at least. In reality, it's one that was long abandoned, the grounds crumbling under a cliff eroded too far by the sea. He and a few other heretics make a home there, and have refurbished the place a bit. Though there was certainly enough space to have solo bedrooms if they so wished, the group was quite accustomed to all sleeping in the same room, so Arvidus most often will fall asleep to the sounds of others around him, though never the warmth of another body (he doesn't trust himself to touch others in his sleep). He doesn't really need warmth in all of his body, nor comfort, but he sleeps in a little nest of blankets nonetheless, tucked away in a cozy corner where he can see the room well in the moonlight.

10) What objects do they always carry around with them?

He usually has a small kit of maintenance tools for his prosthetics, as well as smaller scrap parts for quick repairs! They are, unfortunately, needed fairly often. He also will always carry his artifact just above his heart, small enough to wear as a necklace. It never comes off for anything, if he can help it.

Minna

2) What is their grooming routine?

She takes great pride in her hair, and has a lot of products for it! Conditioners, hair oil, various combs, etc etc; she tends to use products specifically made for snakepeople, since their skin can react Weird with stuff that's normally fine for others. She usually opts to style her hair in two braids, although she may opt for something more fancy or simple depending on how she's feeling. She braids her own hair, and really enjoys being able to zone out and focus on a bit of grooming! Her hair doesn't get greasy often, so she doesn't have to wash it very often.

She doesn't fully bathe often, as too much water can be bothersome for her scales. Instead, she washes the skin that needs washing and will spend some time enjoying the humidity of a nice bathhouse! She doesn't have a ton of scales, but the ones she does have are pretty much self-cleaning, as they shed about once a month. She haaates it because it's itchy as all fuck, and one may often catch her mindlessly picking at her scales during this time (and then having to soothe the inevitable irritation it causes).

Dressing herself is one of her favourite parts of the morning, and she likes to take her time with it! Picking out a cute dress for the day and accessories to match is the best therapy! Unfortunately, it's not something that can happen every day (it's gotten expensive trying to take care of bloodstains on her good fabric), but she takes great joy in the days when she can!

3) What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Fabric, accessories, plants, and various weapons make up most of Minna's indulgent purchases! By far the most expensive one is her signature greatsword, as she went all out on getting a weapon that would hopefully last her a lifetime.

8) Describe the place where they sleep.

Depends on the day, as she has her own little home in town, but she also has a bedroom in the guild hall that she'll use whenever she has an early day of training new recruits ahead of her! Either way, she likes lots of blankets and pillows; if one sneaks in on her sleeping, she'll probably be bundled up with only her head peeking out just enough to get air. She likes things cozy and cute, and the softer the mattress, the better! Her own home has a bed large enough to comfortably fit two, and it's a small miracle that she ever manages to get up in the morning, it's so soft n comfy!

#oc: lyric #oc: arvidus #oc: minna #ask game #long post #ty again for the ask wahh!! this is so much fun <33

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Something is wrong on mobile. Tags seem to... just look at them! Typing here is fine, it's just tags, but still. As far as I can tell, it's interpreting it as a-ab-abc-abcd without dashes.

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dreams are something your subconscious tries to tell you

it was basically a time loop where i try to figure out how this guy kept getting murdered at a massive house party but it’s not the girlfriend, best friend (who i was playing as), or even the loner trying to get with the gf. he’s just dead every single time. probably getting murked by several people; i’m pretty sure i killed him once on accident and didnt even bother hiding the body, since it was a party and people would think he was just black out drunk. tried to hide his body on the roof later on though, which just made him get spotted quicker lol.

the party was in the mountains but we were apparently right next to both the ocean and farmland, because at one point the girlfriend sprouted a wing sephiroth style and flew away out to sea. i got the impression she gave up on trying to find out how her bf died in several timelines and didn’t want to get fingered as the culprit in lieu of even any circumstantial evidence, so she sacrificed her ability to swim or land in exchange for flight and left.

i think loner guy got abducted by cannibals in the last one, because it became like texas chainsaw massacre AND the hills have eyes in that there’s a massive inbred family network out there in them there hills that just take people if they want more kids, food, or hunting for sport. There was also a cameo of michael myers because he was apparently just slaughtering them en masse and them trying to put him down but he just did not notice it at all. purely coincidental on his part that he was taking down whole cells.

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dreams are something your subconscious tries to tell you

had a dream i was a dude and i got dressed in pumps and a playboy bunny outfit except the bottom wasn’t a leotard it was a microskirt, so technically i’m flashing cheek with each step.

apparently i did this as a reward or something for my dream state boyfriend, like, straight up in public i am wearing this for him. because of the whole flashing thing being, you know, a thing with this outfit, i decide to squat instead of take a seat, which is something else i feel dream bf would appreciate.

he does not lol.

rather than have sex in ‘real life’ he wants to have sex in minecraft, something i do not have, with mods i also do not have. the force of my disappointment turns me into a lady again.

seeing as i’m lucid dreaming and it isn’t going anywhere fun, i decide to launch off the cliff that’s usually at the back of buildings in my dreams and just start hang gliding or w/e only to get waylaid by the fucking party going on out on the courts. i’m still in the bunnygirl outfit.

i woke up mildly aggravated that i read my dream bf so wrong, which is funny because in actual real life i had never and will never actually date this guy. this is what happens when you see a sick af cosplay and find an anime character with the same specific name the same day lmao

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My #1 post of 2022

i switch to firefox and it fucking breaks not even a day later -.-

extensions no longer loading properly, tumblr just giving me a blank page...

anyone know how to figure out wtf is happening

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Word just told me to use a semi-colon and when i was like alright. Then it was like “hey semi-colons aren’t usually used here consider using comma” WHICH IS WHAT I HAD THE FIRST TIME!!!!

#rose and rambles #Prosie's writing adventures #this isn't for my thesis but eh it's about writing #listen i know you gotta be checkin your own grammar and usually can't trust word but sometimes idk and i just want the blue line gone #yes im dumb #oh but since im rambling in the tags i DID get the first chapter of my thesis turned in friday :D #and today i goofed off and made a map of the fictional islands and tried to like make it topographic #and by that i mean i color coded rings but didn't assign actual numbers to the heights or anything #because again i am dumb and numbers make my bean brain crash into a wall #but i wanted to try to figure out where i got cliffs by the sea and junk like that #im gonna have a dang cave hidden by a waterfall BECAUSE IT'S MY STORY AND I SAID SO #im trying to just #have fun #lately with my original stories im so caught up in trying to make the story well written i think i forgot to make it fun #like just need to recklessly write so that's my goal #i just want to develop a setting and then go nuts with what i got #*shrugs*

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Hello! This is my first time requesting here! Recently i've been craving so much for an Court Jester x Reader... Can you write an story where a Court Jester that is an doll or a old spirit from an abandoned kingdom falls in love with an adventurer reader who found the trickster in that destroyed kingdom? I hope that inspires you on something much better than that!

Automaton (Spiny Jewelbox) x Anonymous Reader

(So uh. . . I went a little ham with this one. I have a feeling I know where some of the possible inspirations of this ask came from and I was excited to try my hand with the spooky jester trope because??? Spooky jesters are just great! This half sunken place has been rolling around for I would say. . . years now, and I was really happy to finally write about it! I hope you enjoy the journey ^^ I left it on a cliff hanger because goodness gracious this story is almost 2,000 words long skskskeks though if you want more… let me know =//D )

Footfalls splash through the eerily glowing tunnels. The water on the floor casting lights that danced above your head. Hard to find and harder to navigate, that was the lost Kingdom of Polaris. Once a prosperous oceanic Kingdom with a bustling seaside trade, it was lost beneath the waves. And here it sat forever more, frozen in time. It’s ancient secrets buried with it.

You hold the light aloft as the small servant entrance opens up to a large spacious room. Water spills onto the beautiful ballroom, making the floors glitter with swirling water that spun around your ankles. It trickled down the marble stairs into an elegant waterfall below. Where the dark opalescent pool cast curious shapes.

An oasis for the strange sea life that claimed the decadent halls as their home.

Parts of the ruins were still amazingly intact left-over magic creating pockets of air that left parts of the palace almost untouched. You could see hints of its old splendor the closer you got to the throne room, beautiful vases and paintings. A long lineage of forgotten history.

You suck in a breath, coming into the throne room. And there they were, the fabled figure that had stumped adventurers and scholars alike. Bent backwards and ridgid, a lance through their head. An automaton, built out of glittering shells and the finest steel.

Spiny Jewelbox, was the name the frozen creature had been coined, by the handful of adventures that came before you. Named for the shells that adorned it’s body. There were many speculations of what Spiny Jewelbox had been, an entertainer, a guardian?

No text had been written about them, no information had been discovered as the watery libraries had been explored. No blueprints of their creation, no incantations. They were one of the most fascinating figures left behind in the strange sunken Kingdom.

They were the key to continuing forward, many said, and you can feel a strange air wash around you. Step by step you move towards the thrones. Finally your feet were out of the water, standing on dry marble, just inches from the form. From this angle, it looked like they had been speared in mid-air, as if they had been doing a handspring.

You walk a slow circle around the figure. Looking at them up and down. The few that reached Spiny Jewelbox had tried and failed to figure out the puzzle of the throne room, and unable to proceed deeper into the labyrinth, they had to turn around.

You stare at the dark shell that enclosed their face, your eyes traveling down to their chest. You take a slow deep breath. You pause to pull a chain from your neck, looking at the golden key to the figure eeriely hung before you.

“Here goes nothing,” You murmur to yourself. Your hands alighting upon the sides of the spiny carapace. Gripping the lips of the shell that was hinged around their chest, straining to pry it further open. You heard a grating noise, a cracking dusty sound as the small opening started to widen. You huff and grunt, gritting your teeth as you push hard.

The shell clunks open wider, causing you to lose your balance. Holding onto the shell halves to stop yourself from falling into the spikes. You stare at the spiny protrusions and swallow, pushing yourself back up to stand, then look at the progress you made. The chest cavity was open, just wide enough for your hand.

Lifting the lantern you peer inside, but are greeted with only blackness. You take the golden key again, turning it over and over in your fingers. Hesitance.

With the key snuggly in your palm, you take a deep breath and plunge your hand into the dark chest cavity. Fingers anxiously trace around the inner interior of the abyss. You scrunch up your face slightly at the cold wet sensations. Though your expression turns hopeful as you find a little groove in the back. Pushing the key forward with your fingers you try and see if it fits. Your arm is sore by the time the key slides into the invisible slot. Relief flooding your expression as you turn your wrist. Hearing a mechanism to your right click. As your eyes follow the sound you see a door a swing open.

Then suddenly the sides of the shell clamp down on your hand. Reeling back from the sudden movement you give a yelp of surprise. Dropping your lantern as fear strikes you, immediately letting go of the key to twist your wrist to try and free your hand. No, no, no, no. You chant to yourself, one hand on the frozen creature's chest to try and help you push backwards. And just as the pressure had came, it loosened and you stumble back. Looking at your hand, now blacked with some kind of strange liquid substance. You wipe your hand on your thigh before you hear a gurgling noise. Your head jerking up to stare back at Spiny Jewelbox.

Your eyes transfixed on the crack of the shell on their chest. Black sludge has started to pour from their chest cavity. Stepping back hastily as it pools into a dark puddle on the floor. You feel an uncomfortable prickle on the back of your neck. When you are able to rip your eyes away from the unsettling scene, you turn towards the open that you have found. Yet, you cast weary glances over your shoulder watching the darkness spread underneathe their feet.

Dark glittering gold and jewels surrounded you, but you ignored them all. Walking through the corridors in search of one particular object. The heart that still kept this ancient kingdom alive.

You remember seeing the depictions of it sitting on an elegant cushion. Or held by the kings or the powerful magicians of their time. The jewel of Polaris was depicted as large pearl with a blue opalescent sheen. And if it was anywhere. . . it had to be here. Your footsteps come to a halt, staring at an ornate altar set back from the rest of the treasure trove you had discovered. A royal blue pillow sat in the middle with a deep indented center.

The air that you had been holding expels. "It isn't here. . ." Heart sinking into your waterlogged shoes. This had to have been the spot! It had to have been! Maybe someone was able to come here. . . before you after all.

You go back out into the throne room empty handed. Lamenting on your wasted efforts. You had so much hope. You felt as if it had been within reach, brushing success with your fingertips. Only to find it empty, someone had gotten here before you.

You lift up your head, expecting to see the morbid jester in front of you. Before stopping and staring, the heavy metal lance still protruding from the ground, and Black foot prints that lead down into the water. The throne room. . . is empty.

You feel your blood run to ice.

A soft jingling fills your ears, and before you realize what is happening you dive to the side, managing to scramble out of the way as a figure lunges towards you. They shift, one side of their head hanging open strangely. Aligned crookedly from the blow to the head they had gotten impaled. You see a glimmer of a shiny blue beyond the depths of their shell. A wide staring eye.

“L-Looking for something?” It jittered,

It raises it’s long sleeves, slender fingers wrapped around a wicked sickle, one held in each hand.

“Another treasure hunter? How cute! I’ll put you in your place ♡” They flick their wrists, twisting the sickles to bare down at you, the claws of a mantis waiting to strike.

“Wa-wait!” You shout, “I’m not here for anything I swear!”

“Hi~yah, ha, ha, ha!” Their high voice raises a mocking octave. “Really? Don’t make me laugh!”

You throw yourself down the stairs and into the water as their dual weapon embeds into the marble. The faint whistle of noise ringing in your ears. That large eye following you as their form jerks trying to unwretch their weapons.

“Where do you think you’re going?” They shrilly cackle after you, “It doesn’t matter where you go in the maze– I’ll find you!”

The sound of water splashing around you as you hurry to regroup. Stopping behind a pillar to catch your breath. You were at a disadvantage, not only with the tunnels that turned and twisted but with all the water on the floor. You couldn’t possibly be able to sneak anywhere.

You see a round blue glow, to your left and you slowly turn your head.

“Peek~a~boo!” They mocked.

You dive to the floor as the sickle slam into the marble pillar, chunks marble and dust raining to the water.

You scoot backwards on your hands and knees in the water, unable to get your footing. “Now, now, now!” Spiny Jewelbox proclaimed in a sing song voice, advancing after you. “You woke me up? And now you don’t want to play??? Tsk, tsk, tsk! What bad manners!!”

It was obvious it wasn’t going to listen to reason, and it was almost ontop of you, the only thing you could think of, while it was crouched over to strike, was to try and distract it. Your hand raises as if to back hand the entity, the on your finger flashing a bright spark of blue. The light startled you and you wince, casting a hand over your eyes. You blink hard still seeing spots of blue light dance around, but. . . the ancient entity is still.

The figure once aggressive in posture slumps, as if all the fight had been knocked out of it, staring transfixed at the emblem on your ring.

“It was my great grandmothers.” You whispered, shivering from the cold that was soaking into your clothes. “She claimed that she lived here, she would tell me stories. She gave me the ring, the key. . . and told me. . . about you.”

Their wild rolling eye turns to stare at you.

You swallow hard, “She told me, to find you, to help you if I could, because. . .”

“No one deserves to be alone,”

Shivers go up your spine as the hunched figure matches you word for word.

They sit down in the water with a splash in front of you, much to your surprise. “Arista.” They mumble quietly, “Arista, has it really been that long?”

They turn their head to look at you, “Is Arista, here?”

You shake your head,

“May I see her?”

You purse your lips and shake your head again.

"She hasn't been here. . . for a very long time."

The strange figure sits in a numb silence. "She'll be back," they finally murmur softly, "If you are born in the city of the sea. . . you always return. One way or another."

Art of da friemb♡♡♡

#monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #sfw

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(don’t) take this the wrong way (7) (END)

final chapter of dtttww :) i had a lot of fun with this verse so i may take requests set in it in the future, and this might receive some more copy editing later, but for now this is the epilogue!

warnings: mild injury, mild hypnosis, for once no miscommunication :)

[Several months later…]

Sunlight trickled down through the water in wavy bands, illuminating the shallows and growing fainter and fainter as the distance from the surface increased.

Virgil didn’t spend much time in the shallows, too wary of being without escape, being made vulnerable to human vessels or poachers. Despite his dark and gloomy aesthetic, he couldn’t go too far into the depths either, simply because his fragile fish bones weren't built for it. His eyes weren’t built for it either, and down there where anything could be lurking, he would need more than speed to avoid danger.

So, on an average, sunny day like this, he could be found miles offshore, in waters that were easily too deep for unsuited humans to reach, but still well-illuminated by the light above.

There were a few old wrecks scattered about the ocean floor here, and though they’d probably been stripped by a pod in the past, he figured he’d go through them and check for anything that was left behind. Things that weren’t useful to a pod could certainly be things that were useful to him, after all.

He’d been poking through the undercarriage of one of the larger ships for an hour or two, relaxed as he ever got. He could take his time. The only creatures around to judge him were the shoals of fish and layers of barnacles built up amidst the metal, wood, and rust.

Actually… Virgil paused in his inspection of an old cutlery set to glance around.

What had happened to the fish?

Through a hole in the ship’s hull, he watched as a broad shadow passed over the ground and ships alike, large enough to belong to a whale.

There hadn’t been a single shred of whalesong above.

Virgil edged further back from the hole, eyeing the outside warily as the shadow receded, leaving behind only wavering sunlight on sand as though it had never been there at all.

There was nothing here that was worth sticking around.

He carefully made his way back to one of the other exits, in the opposite direction of where he’d seen the shadow head, the strokes of his fin cutting through the water with barely a whisper. The porthole was easily wide enough for him, and the ocean stretched out blue and vast before him, a promise of safety if he just moved fast enough.

A moment’s pause, to make sure he didn’t hear or see anything out of place, and then he was out, flitting from rock outcropping to bone reef and scanning the seas above. Not for the first time, he wished his scales were a little less distinctive in the day.

Behind him, an ominous creak.

He froze, and watched with mounting apprehension as a shadow spilled over him, looming closer and darker than before. The silhouette of an arm stretched out, heading towards him…

“Virgil, you must help,” a huge voice pleaded, “I’ve been had.”

He twisted around just in time to see a huge arm flop down onto the floor next to him, kicking up a cloud of sand and panicked burrower fish in the process.

It was wrapped in heavy wire netting from fingertips to forearm, and behind it, a giant mer was pouting at him with the best seal pup eyes he could manage, which, considering who his best friend was, were fairly potent.

Roman was huge, and he was a shark, with teeth and claws designed to shred and tear, and hands that could enclose him entirely-- but his elbows were braced against the ground with delicate balance so he wouldn’t crush anything, and he’d never grabbed for Virgil past that first disastrous encounter, and even now, his brow was furrowing with worry.

“Pufferfish status?” he asked, voice lowered from the dramatic plea of before.

Virgil’s mouth pulled up at the corners without his permission.

Roman was huge, yes, but he was also theatrical and eager and witty, full of sharp return quips for every barb Virgil had to offer.

He could hurt him, but he wouldn’t. Virgil believed that much.

“Prickly for a second, but I’m smooth now,” he answered, shrugging away the last of the tension. “Try not to sneak up on me without a warning click?”

“You have my word,” Roman replied, and if someone had told him months ago that he’d dare to ask anything of a giant mer, he’d have laughed in their faces. Now, Virgil knew that just like all the other requests, Roman would do his best to heed it.

“But really, my fingers are starting to feel numb. Help?” he entreated with a tilt of his head, shifting his net-wrapped hand a little closer.

Virgil rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t go away, though it tilted more towards amused now. He darted forward, twisting in a spiral around Roman’s hand to try and see the extent of the damage.

“How’d you even manage this? At least I had the excuse of being caught up in a storm,” he snarked, picking at a loose section with his claws. Roman’s fingers twitched a little, and he shot him an apologetic glance.

“I was… perhaps… trying to get a glimpse of those sailors that Logan mentioned patrolled the coast?” Roman offered, more than a little sheepish.

Virgil’s gaze turned sharp in a heartbeat. “Did they spot you?”

Logan had warned both Patton and Roman several times that not many humans would take as kindly to their long-term existence near human settlements as Logan himself had.

“No!” Roman assured, “I was very stealthy, truly, I was just… so focused on being stealthy that I missed the other vessel and the nets it had dragging along behind it. It could have happened to anyone!”

“I seriously doubt that,” Virgil replied dryly. He’d snapped a few of the looser wires with his teeth, but already his jaw was beginning to ache with the strain. “Well, you get to explain this to Specs, ‘cause we’re going to need his expertise in detangling for this one.”

Roman groaned in answer, dropping his head to plonk against the ground.

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Logan carefully set one foot in front of the other, all of his focus on the thin strip of rock below him.

If he switched his gaze to even a few inches to either side, he’d be faced with the sight of a vertigo-inducing drop to the waves below, one that would have all but the most experienced tightrope walkers dizzy with panic.

His gaze didn’t move, though, unerringly focused on the ground beneath him, and on his own body. There was no need to look at anything but the ledge, a soft presence confirmed in the back of his mind, because he wasn’t going to fall.

Another part of him was skeptical, seeing as he wasn’t known for a lack of clumsiness by most. There was just so much to get distracted by, and it was so easy to look away and miss a curb or accidentally trip over his own feet--

But not now. Now, he was focused on just this one task, a gentle voice dragging his attention back whenever it began to stray. He was hyper aware of where each of his limbs were and where he needed to put them to continue forward, step by careful step.

Only a little farther…

“Logan!”

The harsh call snapped him right out of the trance, and he was abruptly made very aware of both the distance he could fall and the effects that sudden instinctual terror had on his sense of balance.

“Newton’s fucking Cradle,” he swore, and then wobbled again, precariously close to falling over.

There was the sound of water crashing against rock, and in the next moment, two giant hands had curled up on either side of him like the shells of an oyster. They provided him some much needed stability to lean his weight against, and he struggled to steady his breathing as relief swept through him.

“It’s okay, Virgil, I won’t let him fall! No cliffs, ands, or buts about it,” Patton’s voice was muffled, but not enough to miss the pun.

Logan sighed loudly, but he also shifted to let his full weight rest against the curl of Patton’s left palm, tapping twice to let him know it was alright for him to move.

His stomach still swooped slightly as Patton slowly shifted his hands away from the thin rock ledge, but there were some things that one had to adapt to when living with two very affectionate, grabby sea giants, and being toted around was one of those things.

Before long, he was level with the flattest segment of rock that made up their meeting place, which could be called an island if one was feeling gracious, but was really more of a collection of rocky spires and bridges that stuck out of the ocean.

Logan was barely able to sit up before Virgil pulled himself up at the edge of Patton’s palm, expression thunderous but his hands gentle as he carefully checked him over for scrapes or injuries.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack,” he grumbled, a phrase that he used much more frequently around Logan for some reason. Logan had already been reassured that it was an exaggeration and Virgil had no heart problems he knew of, so instead of worrying, he bore his friend’s fussing with good grace. “Did we or did we not agree that you need a spotter if you want to play around with bullshit sirensong magic?”

The mer paused. “No offense, Pat.”

“None taken!” Patton replied from where he had sunk further into the water to put himself closer to eye-level.

“I figured you would be along shortly,” Logan defended, and then perked up at the reminder of his most recent experiment. “Besides, one of the things tested in this trial was if the siren song could overshadow significant fear or even terror, and I wouldn’t have been nearly as afraid if you’d been there with me.”

“Aw,” Roman cooed, curling his tail up and leaning against one of the larger rock outcroppings, his posture slightly off.

Virgil dragged a hand over his face with a sigh, and then flapped a ‘go on’ gesture at Logan, distracting him. “So, what’d you figure out this time?”

Logan needed no further encouragement.

“Even the lightest application of a siren’s song can overwhelm other emotions,” he started, recalling the utter honed focus he had experienced. “While in the past I’ve felt distant or removed from my body while under its effects, this time I had Patton focus on requesting a very specific task, and due to the intense concentration it took, I was very present in the moment while fulfilling that task.”

“You didn’t snap out of it until I called for you,” Virgil interjected, more curious than wary. “Was it harder than normal to use the grounding tactics?”

One of the first things Logan had investigated was what it took for him to resist and even break free from Patton’s song, a task that Virgil had demanded in order to let him run any experiments with the siren’s magic. Back then, Virgil hadn’t expected Patton to agree, and he’d outright sulked for weeks to cover up the nerves he felt whenever the siren thralled Logan.

“It was,” Logan said, his excitement growing as he considered the new information. “Without significant outside stimulus, all of my attention was focused on the task, and so I couldn’t pull away mentally to do my normal grounding techniques!”

“I’ve never heard someone so excited about being hypnotized better,” Roman commented wryly.

“He should get a hypnoprize,” Patton added, and Virgil grinned, because he was a traitor who enabled Patton’s wordplay habits.

“Is there an award for smart people doing dumb things?” Virgil mused teasingly. “Logan could be voted ‘most likely to throw himself into danger in the pursuit of knowledge.’”

“That’s why he has us, Finding Emo,” Roman countered, gesturing extravagantly with one hand. “We would never abandon him to the cruel clutches of his own nerdiness.”

Logan couldn’t help but feel a thrill of pride at the casual way that Virgil ducked beneath one of Roman’s sweeping gestures, no trace of the blatant fear or suspicion that had been present as recently as a month ago.

They’d really come a long way from the misunderstandings of that first encounter, all of them.

A glint of light at the edge of the shark mer’s submerged forearm caught Logan’s eye, and he frowned. “Roman, what’s happened to your arm?”

Roman’s prideful grin dropped into sheepishness immediately. “Well, about that…”

“Princey here was abandoned to the cruel clutches of his own reckless dumbassery,” Virgil informed him, ignoring Roman’s trill of offense to drift back and shove at the hand in question until Roman finally lifted it, displaying the impressive collection of netting that he’d managed to get tangled in.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Patton clucked sympathetically, and Roman soaked in the attention like a very dramatic sponge. Virgil rolled his eyes even as he sawed at a few of the looser wires, and Logan sighed in fond exasperation as he reached for his pocket knife.

Perhaps some things would never change.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #mermaid au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #dtttww #dont take this the wrong way #my writing #writing #mermaid #giant mermaid

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