#poking the wasp nest at this point
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Wait till these radfems find out I still identify as a lesbian
#poking the wasp nest at this point#transmasc nonbinary#i dont usually correct people when they call me a trans man#i mean im hitting all the checks for being a trans man except the identifying as a man part#that might change in the future idk i have literally no connection to womanhood except through my lesbianism#just call me a dyke
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ngl ice king and mbetty is cute but i think if i was ice king and i turned back into simon bc all the golbetty shit still happened my entire perception would chan why am i talking in first person i think for a looooong time like akin to his process in f&c simon would be hung up over betty nd be like “ooooo yeah ice king was terrible i understand why she was like that” and then when he cant rationalize that anymore hed be like “ooooo betty was crazy and i was too so i understand it” and then “oooooo but she loved me so much so its actually romantic” & then he’d reach his pinnacle instead of minerva therapy i think hed just sit there like hey. what the fuck was that about
#cool posts#adventure time#not taghing the ship bc i heard there was weirdos in the tag nd ion wanna deal with that#copied qnd pasted tjis from disc so it kinda sucks#but like. i frel like the way ppl portray em nd their general dynamic in general simon would get 14 years in the future and have soooo much#compartmentalization to do i think thats the word#thats not a bad thing btw i support womens wrongs & rights for both of them#this might be poking a wasps nest but maybe the wasps will just give me a counterpoint civilly and i go ahhhh good point#i love discussion im just like simon hes so me#even tjo the girlboything i showed the cecaelian to (we didnt kiss but he told me hed rip my bones out win) says im so betty#which is also so win we should become ice king and magic betty & have toxic yuri that later we’re like hey what the fucj#teeheeeeee kicks my feet
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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH37
Ma'am, that down there is a crocodile. That's just a croc.
It's like watching someone poke a wasp's nest for fun.
You know, when in contrast with Kabru, Laios' utter inability to correctly judge people and their reactions is ten times funnier.
Kabru is really here tilting his head to the side like a dog trying to figure out a puzzle, but what he's actually attempting to comprehend is whether Laios is playing 4d chess or whether he's really that stupid.
And boy. The answer may not surprise you at all.
Gotta love how ride or die Chillchuck is. He complains the most, but as soon as he's on the fire he's like 'well, I guess I'm sticking with these idiots until the very end'. Marcille does one (1) illegal magic and he's already planning alibis in this head. Gotta love him.
Really not helping with the suspicious allegations, guys.
Yeah, the cleaners (not you) erased the magic circle (finally) after a long time (almost 24 hours). Thanks in no part to your efforts to extricate yourself from these allegations.
Marcille, it's like you don't WANT to be an evil end-game villain! Come on, I'm rooting for you!
Oh great, now you gotta revive another one.
.......w...wait a minute.
uh ohhh she's not so 'eepy anymore.
Hm. Reasonable. Reasonable responses. I'm--SENSHSI IS THAT MORE ONIGIRI
......can't argue with that. Can't argue at all.That's. One hell of a form .
Guess the dragon can fly now.
Laios, let her have her sparkledog dragon fursona, jeez. Even Senshi knows better than to be judgemental of someone's first furry oc.
(⊙_⊙;) whoop.
ಥ_ಥ She's so cute. I'm so conflicted.
Marcille, girlie, I hate to break it to you, but I think the issue is beyond a bit of confusion. She just crushed a woman like a watermelon against the ground. She's having a bit of murderous fun. It's fine to be into that, we're all gay here, but have some sense, girl. You need a safeword for that.
Yeah, no, Chillchuck has the right idea here.
To that point. Did anyone try to talk to her before attacking? Who struck first? In this instance, we don't know. COULD she be talked down at all?
............why is this giving me pre-trainer world pokemon vibes. Why.
I'm sure you would...
Oof. Right in the brother instinct.
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#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi liveblog#dungeon meshi quick reacts#chekhov reads dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon
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I want to talk about something in regards to Flight of Icarus.
disclaimer: I fully read the book, slept two nights over it and enjoyed it a lot. There is a possibility of finding content on my blog from now on that contains lore from the story. My Eddie characterisations won't change much in their essence though since I pretty much head cannoned him like he's pictured in the book the whole time.
Okay. Let's go. No detailed spoilers ahead.
Feeling jealous in the light of the romantic arch in the book or the mentiones of Eddie's experiences with intimacy is okay.
It's not a great experience I bet, but you're not being a bad or silly person simply for feeling that way.
Many of us have built a deep emotional connection to this fictional character for all kinds of reasons. While I personally don't
think that the fact that the book is coming from the creators of ST makes a difference to canon, I do understand that for some
people the book has a different weight than fanfic. And that is ok too.
So right now, many people can't help but feel heartache or jealousy over the story. Emotions are not rational. And I am deeply sorry
that some of you feel bad about something that used to be your escape and save space. That sucks.
However, we all have control over how we act upon those feelings. And being hateful or mean towards others (including the author) ain't it. No exceptions.
I don't care for your personal reasons why you feel that way, I'm not your therapist, that is your business to deal with, but lashing out about your personal, very subjective feelings is just not the way to deal with them.
Slipping up can happen to everybody, and that is human, but there is a line when a slip-up stops being that. And accept the fact that nobody owes you to listen to your opinion. Accept that people might find your opinion a reason to stop interacting with you, even if you voice it in a civil way.
Find a friend who gets it and let out all of those feelings in a closed safe-space with curse words and shit. Get it out, cleanse yourself from that pressure. That's cool.
Writing a fix-it fic that will get your emotions out? Ask an author who is comfortable with that to write something like that? Cool.
Journal. Skip rocks. Work out. Angry clean your house. Throw darts at a copy of the book. Get creative without getting other real people into the crossfire.
And then, maybe step away for a few days to let the dust settle and then come back and see how it feels. Oftentimes it's just like poking
at a wasp's nest to keep leaning into those feelings and the pain and get all heated up again and again.
Give yourself some time. Be kind to yourself. But also be kind to others!!!
I believe with my whole being that kindness is the best fucking thing we as a fandom can practice right now. And nuance. Always nuance.
That book isn't a bad thing just because it makes you feel uncomfortable or because it didn't fulfil your wishes or expectations. You have the right to have your opinion but opinions do not exist in a vacuum.
Opinions can be hurtful and harmful.
They are not neutral - that's the whole point - so giving it a few moments of thought on how and where to voice them is imperative. Or if it's even necessary to voice them at all. It's ok to fuck up but own that and say sorry. Be kind.
Criticism of the book is valid, not liking the thing is valid, it's not about that. (Fucking hell I love discourse and meta and analysis.) It's about being mindful and responsible for what energy you put out into the world and how you treat real human beings.
When in doubt, step back, give it time to cool. Making posts in the heat of anger is rarely a good decision.
We're all here to have a good time. Why do we keep tearing each other down about something we all claim to love?
It's not worth it.
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High Tides // Ghost of You
summary: the hunt for the cross is still on when john b almost becomes gator food, jj has a tedtalk, and turns out, after saving pope from a wasp attack, kie's dad is gonna need a new truck and you really just want to take a break.
warnings: the usual obx angst, ptsd symptoms, blood
navigation -- series masterlist
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Once everyone was piled into the van, Pope was quick to call out directions with his map in his hand. Apparently they had figured out the spot where the cross supposedly was hidden and that’s where you were heading. Pope noted a few important spots related to Denmark Tanny’s history along the way until you guys were pretty deep in the woods.
“Oh shit, the tide’s coming in,” JJ pointed out as John B came to a stop. The road in front of you was beginning to puddle with water but the tire marks were still visible from previous drivers.
“Look, they already came through here,” Pope pointed out as he poked his head between the two front seats. “Those have to be Limbrey’s tire tracks. Guys, we gotta go.
JJ looked at your brother from his spot in the passenger seat. “Mmm, what do you think, chief?”
John B hissed between his teeth, taking the opportunity to survey the path in front of him. “I’m thinking it’s looking a little dicey.”
“Yep, I’m gonna have to agree with that statement.”
“Okay, well clearly they made it, no?” Kie asked the duo, impatient with their indecisiveness.
“In a two-wheel drive? I don’t know about that.”
Sarah smiled softly as she sat up a little straighter to see the road for herself. “Why are y’all acting like you’re not gonna do it anyways? Like when have y’all ever done the safe thing?”
JJ and John B glanced at her for a moment before looking at each other with a point of recognition and agreeing with each other.
“Alright, speed is your friend here, okay? So put her down in second, and hammer down, brother.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” You mumbled as you pressed your back against the bench seat and planted your feet firmly so you wouldn’t slide. Sarah copied your movements, the two of you grabbing hands again before laughing at the situation and how ironic all of it was.
John B gave a countdown before starting to speed up. JJ, Pope, and Kie were already yelling directions at him which he was clearly ignoring, even shoving Pope’s head back from the console area so he could focus at one point. The second the tires had traction again, you let out a sigh of relief and released Sarah’s hand. John B continued to drive for a little bit before coming to a stop so you could all climb out.
“Alright so, word to the wise, definitely know that gators nest back here so keep your eyes peeled, okay?” JJ explained as you all piled out. “You definitely don’t wanna step on a mama gator. That’s the last thing you want.”
Sarah laughed, “Seems like a good place to park.”
JJ and Kie went back and forth about someone they knew apparently being bitten by a gator, which you tuned out as you followed along. JJ eventually crouched down by the edge of the water before smacking the surface with the large stick he was carrying around.
“Right wake them up, babe. That’s smart,” You scoffed and shook your head at his antics.
“I was just making sure it wasn’t a gator. That’s all.” He started forward along the path with Pope and Kie next before you filtered in with Sarah and John B following up the end. Once you got closer to the Angel Oak tree Pope was looking for, you could hear the whir of an engine. Peeking over the bushes, you caught site of some construction equipment with a couple people scattered around.
“I don’t see shit! You sure this is the right spot?” The voice sent chills throughout your body as you looked around JJ’s shoulder to see Rafe walking alongside Limbrey’s partner. JJ’s arm wrapped around your waist tightly before you could even say a word, his chest pressed against your back to keep you grounded and hopefully, as calm as possible.
Limbrey began to explain the garment that supposedly lied in the cross and how it would heal her forever. She sat down in a fold out chair in front of the bulldozer that was digging at the ground. She continued rambling until there was a crunch of wood, at which point she flipped shit and ordered them to dig by hand.
“Oh this has to be the cross.” She stumbled her way over to the hole they were digging. “It looks like a--”
“Casket,” Rafe finished her sentence, looking completely unamused at the sight before him. You all watched with wide eyes as they maneuvered the black casket out of the hole. The way Limbrey kept barking orders made you want to smack the shit out of her. “It’s just a corpse,” Rafe said after they pulled the top off.
“Sorry, Carla.”
You watched the order woman struggle to stand before she began spewing out other ideas or areas where they could’ve checked. Eventually, they packed up all their supplies and drove away with Rafe’s Range Rover being the last car to escape your view.
Pope didn’t hesitate to burst through the bushes and once JJ let you go, everyone was following him to where they had left the unburied casket out in the open. You stopped short of the wooden box, not really wanting to see the bones that were sure to be inside.
“Cecilia Tanny. Denmark’s wife,” Pope explained as he crouched down to read the inscription. “He buried her at the foot of the angel. Denmark was hung for burying his wife, and now they defiled her grave.”
Sarah crouched down a little closer, her hand reaching in the coffin. She pulled out a gold ring and ran her fingers along to get the dust off. “This must’ve been from Denmark. Her wedding ring.” She glanced up and made eye contact with John B, both of them staring at each other for a moment before looking away.
“We can’t leave her like this,” Pope whispered.
“And we won’t,” John B confirmed as he put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. The boys shifted to replace the casket’s top and nailed it back together. Kie pulled some flowers from the ground to set them on top before they returned it to its original resting place.
“I just don’t get it,” Pope ranted as JJ finished replacing the dirt. “I mean, you guys saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years. And then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother’s grave, but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know we’re in the right spot. It just feels like-”
“Like we missed something?” JJ called out from where he was leaning against the van. He quickly climbed up the side of the Twinke to stand on the roof. Following him in confusion, you pulled yourself up to stand behind him. He was looking at a hole in the tree trunk of the Angel Oak.
You pulled your phone out to reference the photos Sarah had sent to everyone of the map on the Island Room walls. “That looks like-”
“The painting in the Island Room,” JJ finished for you. “It’s worth a shot right? Go for it, babe.”
You gave him a weird look. “Are you serious right now?” When he didn’t answer you rolled your eyes and reached forward. “You’re scared.”
JJ was quick to deny the accusation as you pushed past the cobwebs and moss into the opening. Knowing all of their eyes were on you, you decided to play along with the suspension. Your fingers brushed over an object that you grasped into your hand. “There’s something in here… wait.” You let out a scream and pushed your arm fully into the opening, acting as if something had pulled you forward. Everyone shouted along with you, JJ’s arm wrapping around your waist to tug you back before you burst into laughter.
John B’s hand released your ankle as he flopped against the roof in annoyance. “Oh, you asshole!” he grumbled.
The smile didn’t leave your face as you pulled your arm out of the opening. “Oh, I got you all on that one.” You moved your hand into view, letting Pope take the object you had discovered from your grasp.
He brushed the dust away to look at the inscription. “HMS Royal Merchant,” He read out.
JJ hopped from the roof to take it from him as he extended it out all the way. “Give it to the captain. It’s a spyglass.”
You sat down on the roof, your feet lightly kicking your boyfriend in the shoulder as you caught sight of more inscriptions on the piece. “There’s something on it, J.”
John B reached forward to twist the pieces into place so Pope could read it. “You’ve come this far, do not falter. The cross is on the Freedman’s altar. Freedman’s altar! The cross is at the church!”
JJ reached up with open hands to help you off the roof before you were all back in the van and rushing towards the church that you’d passed on your way in. Pope was eagerly tapping his feet across from you before John B stopped short.
“Ah shit. The tide.”
Looking out the window, you could all see that the tide had submerged the rocky path you had used to get this far. You glanced at the growing water with concern, eyes flickering to your boyfriend and brother in hopes that they weren’t actually going to go through with this.
“Uhh, John B. How high are the spark plugs?” JJ asked as he surveyed the expressions in the back of the van.
John B answered after a moment of hesitance, “They’re good. We’re fine.”
“How high are they?” You repeated the question since he clearly didn’t want to answer.
“Oh… um,” He paused to lean out the window and look towards the back of the car. ���Uh, just above the tail light.”
“Okay, so that’s what… three feet?”
“That water can’t be three feet.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Not a problem!” JJ decided. “We’re good. She’ll make it.”
John B didn’t leave room for any disagreement as he backed up slightly to gain speed. “Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts. Hold on to something, we’re going into hyperdrive.”
Hands grabbing the back of John B’s seat tightly, you sucked in a deep breath as he gave a quick countdown before flooring it. Collective screaming ensued as you crossed the path relatively smoothly before your luck disappeared at the last second and the van took a sharp right off into the water. John B tried to restart the engine but all you got in return was a clicking noise.
“No, no, no, no, no, no.”
“I think we miscalculated.”
“I knew I should’ve driven.”
With a groan, you pulled yourself out the back window with Pope into the cold murky water below. You could feel the mud sink around your feet as you winced. The feeling gave you the creeps and made you want to throw up all at the same time. “Gross.”
“Okay, I think we can walk from here,” Pope looked at the distance between the van and the path.
“What? And leave the Twinkie? The tide’s coming in,” John B protested.
Sarah looked between the three boys and shrugged. “So then what are we supposed to do?”
“Not stay here,” JJ answered simply as he tugged his feet from the sinking muck beneath him.
“I can take my dad’s truck,” Kie lifted her arms in defeat at the idea of going back home. “How much worse can it get, you know?”
“We’re gonna need something to pull her out with. There’s the winch at the Chateau. That’s like two miles.”
You ran your hands over your face, suddenly stressed out at the idea of everyone splitting up but it was going to have to happen.
“Y/N, you coming?” JJ asked as he grabbed his backpack from the van.
You shook your head softly. “No need to stack all of us in a small truck, J.” You walked forward to kiss him softly before stepping back. “Be careful, okay?”
With a quick nod and a call goodbye, JJ and Kie began wading their way through the water to get back on dry ground. You waited until they disappeared out of view to stand back up on the edge of the van and pull yourself to the roof to get out of the disgusting water. Sarah was quick to plop next to you while Pope and John B tried to think of other solutions in the meantime. You almost fell asleep with the comfortable silence if it weren’t for the constant thought of an alligator showing up.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Sarah’s question was quiet as she swung her legs back and forth. “The house, I mean.”
Taking a deep breath, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s just scary, you know? Being back somewhere with a lot of heavy, horrible memories. I didn’t expect for that to happen, but it needed to.”
She nodded and looked across the trees spread through the water. “I don’t consider him my brother anymore. After what he did, to Peterkin, to John B. To you.” She turned to face you, her own tears threatening to spill across her cheeks. “I know you may never forgive me for what’s happened to you and John B, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry, for all of it.”
“It’s not your fault,” You whispered, putting your hand over hers. “It never was. I’m sorry for yelling at you on the beach. It just felt like hope was lost and there was no escape and you were the person I took it out on.”
She nodded and brushed her watery eyes. “I know that feeling now,” She let out a short laugh. You caught her eyes drifting to where your brother was standing in heavy discussion with Pope. “I feel like I lost everything in the past few days.”
“You guys will work it out,” You answered her unspoken question. “He loves you, you know? Always has. Sometimes he gets a little blinded, but he means well.”
After a moment, Sarah moved her gaze back to you to smile thankfully at your reassurances. “I never got to thank you for what you did at the bonfire. You didn’t have to.”
You chuckled at the memory, it having slipped from your mind with the chaos elsewhere. “Oh, please don’t thank me. That bitch had it coming from the second she splashed her drink on me.” The two of you burst into laughter at the replay of the situation from that night.
“How long does it take to go two miles and back in a car?” Pope interrupted your giggles as he turned around in frustration. Some time had passed and clearly, both boys were ancy with anticipation at getting out of here. “I feel like they’re taking a minute. Should I go look for them? Should I go find them and bring them back?”
“I don’t.. I don’t know. Just give me a sec.” John B pulled his bandana between his teeth as he tried to ponder a solution. You watched him for a moment, unaware of Sarah's glances over your shoulder as he untied the fabric from around his neck to shove it in his pocket.
“Okay, okay. So, here’s something I think we can do. We can maybe find something to leverage the Twinke, and you can drive it out.”
You looked down at Pope and John B. “Boys, we’re in a little too deep for leverage at this point.”
Your brother took a glance at you before agreeing with his friend’s statement. “Let’s do driftwood.” They quickly did their handshake before beginning to sort through the murky water. You let out a groan at the waste of time, laying back against the roof of the van in boredom.
A period of silence went by before John B was calling out that he found something. “Hey, Pope, come help me out!”
There was a random noise and then a loud splash that had you sitting up in curiosity. You followed the ripples in the water and spotted Pope over to your left but your brother was nowhere in sight.
“John B?”
A burst of water followed Sarah’s voice as the boy in question shouted for help before he was dunked back underwater. You and Sarah were off the roof in a split second, the Cameron girl pausing to find something to use in defense.
“Pope, help!” You screamed over your shoulder as you tried to rush through the water. Your fingers latched on to a rough branch that you grabbed in hopes of it being helpful. Your feet were sinking each second but you kept running towards where you last saw John B only to come up empty handed.
A scream left your lips a second later as the alligator popped up in front of your face and rolled in an attempt to drown your brother. Sarah was suddenly next to you as you both began attacking the gator with your chosen defenses. Eventually, the gator let go long enough that Sarah was able to grab John B’s shirt and yank him out of the way.
“You okay man? Holy shit!”
You stared at the retreating reptile in shock. “What the fuck just happened!”
“Let’s go!” Pope’s hand snagged the back of your jacket to pull you along as you all clambered back to the Twinkie. Your eyes instantly wandered to the trail of blood in the water, and you knew better than to hope it was just the alligator that got injured in the attack.
Wading back through the water, Sarah was quick to climb up on the roof while you and Pope managed to get John B up to her. You were behind your brother in an instant, now well aware of his injured leg and not wanting to waste time in getting out of here.
“Careful,” Pope commented as Sarah pulled the jean fabric away from the wound. “I’m pretty sure that’ll get infected.”
You almost wanted to respond with a ‘no shit’ but let it go, knowing it wouldn’t be helpful in the slightest. Pulling on John B’s shoulders, you let him lean against you as Sarah extended his leg out to take a better look. His hand grabbed your wrist for something to hold on to as she touched a little too close.
“Yeah, you’re lucky it didn’t cut into the muscle too much,” Sarah observed.
“Lucky I got bit by an alligator and my car is underwater,” John B repeated sarcastically. He hissed in pain and leaned back fully to take the weight off his arms. You tried not to let the tears in your eyes fall, but like you said to JJ before, seeing people you love in pain is hard.
In the split second glance you shared, Pope could tell you were terrified. He didn’t want to tell you it wasn’t life threatening because hell, anything was at this point, but he hated seeing you so scared all the time.
“Do you have something to wrap it with… to stop the bleeding?” Sarah watched as John B offered up his purple bandana, the same one she used to wear a piece of, in solution. You looked up at the sound of tires on gravel to see a truck backing down the drive.
“Oh, and speak of the fricking devil,” Pope scoffed once he caught sight of it, “Look who it is. The tortoise and the tortoise. Just a couple hours late. Where the hell were you guys?”
“Paternal complications,” Kie answered simply as she climbed out of the passenger side door first while JJ came around from the other end. You didn’t understand how they couldn’t see the blood all over the van, or your brother’s ruined white Converse next to you, or hell, the fact that all of you were clearly not okay.
Pope let out a laugh, “Oh great. While you were having family time with your pops, John B got bit by a gator.”
JJ’s eyes snapped over to you instantly, the winch threatening to fall from his hand as he finally observed the scene before him. John B, obviously in pain, covered in blood. Sarah was seemingly fine as she attempted to wrap the bandana as tightly as possible around the wound. Pope, fine, upset maybe, but physically fine. And you, staring back at him, terrified, but in one piece.
“Like for real?”
“Does it look like we’re joking?” You felt bad for snapping at him, knowing fair well any time with his dad was unpleasant, but you were scared, and seeing the blood surrounding you wasn’t helping. John B sat up fully once Sarah had finished her attempt at wrapping the wound as best as possible.
“Okay what the hell happened?”
You stared at Kie, dumbfounded as the four of you on the roof yelled at the same time. “John B/I got bit by a gator!”
“I don’t know why I’m being yelled at. I put my ass on the line-”
“You’re being yelled at because it was 20 minutes and-”
“It’s not my fault!”
“I’m not yelling at you, just this situation is-”
“We got here as fast as we could!”
“Shut up!” The frustration is JJ’s voice stunned you all to silence. “Seriously, guys. I can’t take it anymore, alright? Everyone just cut it out for a second.”
You shifted uncomfortably, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and take the pain from his shoulders, but you couldn’t. And JJ wouldn’t let you get the chance even if you tried. The two of you were stubborn when it came to watching out for each other, and especially with your revelation earlier, he wasn’t letting you take anything on anytime soon.
“Look, I just helped my dad leave this island… for good, like he’s not ever coming back. He’s straight up like the Spanish, just ‘bon voyage’.”
Looks of confusion filled everyone’s faces, Sarah even whispering that it wasn’t the correct language, but letting it slide.
“All we got,” JJ continued, “And I for sure know all I got is you guys, okay? You’re it. And I’ve come too close to losing you, all of you. I mean, shit, like Kie almost drowned. Pope, you were kidnapped. Sarah, you’ve been shot. John B, you were almost dinner for a freaking gator, bro. And Y/N… I won’t ever forget the way you looked when I rescued you that night. So, this blaming each other is some Kookass bullshit, alright? We don’t do that. We’re Pogues.” He paused and let out a deep breath while tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… it’s just a lot right now.”
Sharing a glance with your brother and friends, the four of you broke into applause at the finished speech.
“I gotta be honest, that was the best freaking speech you have ever given.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Also, babe, you should think about like, a Rosetta Stone because your Spanish and French are flip-flopped.”
JJ lovingly flipped everyone off while Sarah mentioned ‘bon voyaging out of here’ before everyone was on the move. JJ worked on getting the winch hooked up once Pope got the truck in position while you, Kie, and Sarah helped John B off the roof and back into the van. You climbed in the driver’s seat, John B next to you with his leg elevated on the dash. JJ started calling out directions to you, screaming out -- Woohoo! The Twinkie lives! -- once it was finally out of the water.
JJ situated himself back in the truck with Pope, the two of them taking the lead as you followed behind. Glancing over at John B, he twirled the spyglass from earlier in between his hands. You wanted to rush him home to make sure his leg was properly taken care of but he was adamant on staying with Pope on going to the church.
“Hey.” You tapped his shoulder lightly to grab his attention, unable to hide the smile forming on your face even if you tried. You’d been waiting so long to finally say it back.
“Get your shoes off my dash.”
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The drive to the church was uneventful and the second you climbed out of the van, you were rushing into JJ’s arms. The blond barely had two seconds to close his door before you collided with him, a small ‘oof’ leaving his lips.
“Hi,” You mumbled into his chest, clutching onto his jacket tightly.
He let out a small laugh, his hands holding you just as close. “Hi, baby.”
“Are you okay?” Your words were still muffled by his clothing but he could hear you loud and clear.
Letting out a deep breath, JJ nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I will be. Are you?”
You hummed in agreement before you took a step back, hands tucking themselves beneath his jacket so you could feel his t-shirt against his skin. “What happened?”
“Later,” JJ’s answer was short and simple, and although you didn’t like it, you accepted that it wasn’t the place or time to ask. Grabbing his hand, the two of you walked to meet the rest of the group at the front doors of the church. They finally opened with a harsh shove and you all piled in, John B using Pope’s shoulder as a temporary crutch.
“You’re telling me Denmark Tanny decided to hide the cross here?” JJ asked once you guys had a second to look around. It truly was an old, rundown church that definitely would fall apart if a hurricane hit it hard enough.
“Okay, well, if I was a cross and wanted to be hidden in an old church, where would I hide?”
The floorboards creaked beneath your steps as you dodged misplaced pews across the room. Pope was getting obviously frustrated by the lack of treasure as everyone tried to come up with a solution. The entire room was visible and clearly, there was no cross to be seen.
“Look, we just have to think about this logically. Where would someone hide a seven foot cross of gold where it can’t be seen?”
A moment of silence passed between the group before everyone caught on to Pope looking up at the ceiling, Sure as shit, the wooden framework was set into shapes of crosses, supporting the falling ceiling across the room. Without a moment of hesitation, Pope was trying to climb the wall without any help.
“Wait, hey.”
“Pope!”
“This is really old, it isn’t safe!”
The Heyward boy clearly wasn’t listening and continued up on his journey until he got a stable footing on the rafters. He pounded on the wooden rail to see if it was hollow. “Alright, that’s one solid wood. I’m gonna try the other beam!”
You watched anxiously as he climbed over the rotting wood. The frustration on his face was evident, and you really hoped you could find something here for his sake. The boys continued to call out instructions until he was on the other side of the beam.
“It’s hollow, go get me a crowbar!” Sarah was quick to follow the request and tossed it up to him successfully.
“Hey, hey. Pope. There’s the wasp nest right up there, okay? Just move slow, alright?” John B pointed out before Pope started tearing apart the wood.
A quick glimpse of color caught your eye as debris began to fall in front of you. Once Pope was able to get a large enough piece out, he tore it off to reveal the large golden cross beneath the wood.
“Holy shit!”
“Pope, you did it!
“I thought you were crazy!
“We did it!”
The moment of celebration was ruined as the wasps began to attack. JJ’s hand grabbed the back of your jacket, tugging you sharply when the crowbar came flying your way unintentionally. You glanced up to see Pope lose his balance and grab onto the beam for leverage.
“Hold on, Pope!”
Everyone scrambled to grab as many leftover cushions off the floor as possible, compiling them below where Pope was holding on. You grabbed a pew with Kie, moving it out of the way as a precaution. In a second, he lost his grasp and landed just as JJ had tossed the final pillow into the mix.
“Pope, are you okay?” Kie was in motion first kneeling beside him as JJ asked if anything was broken. While your friends overloaded him with questions, you followed the noise of creaking wood to the cross just as the final board came loose. All seven feet of pure gold started its descent as you screamed for everyone to move. The cross embedded itself into the crowd of pillows Pope had been on a second beforehand.
Your hands shook as you touched the cold surface of the cross, not expecting it to be so detailed and elegant after all these years. Your finger brushed over a keyhole, no doubt the one Limbrey had been so desperate to steal from Pope a few days ago. JJ and John B began bickering over the worth of the cross, Pope interrupting them to shut down any attempt at money, “That’s my ancestors’ cross. This is bigger than money, and the world’s going to know the truth.”
“Yes, and if we don’t get this shit outta here before Limbrey gets here, nobody’s gonna know. So saddle up.”
Everyone moved into position at various spots along the cross before a countdown was given to lift it. The weight was much heavier than you anticipated and your fingers threatened to slip on the surface.
“Who-who’s not lifting right now? Sarah, are you seriously-- it doesn’t feel like it!” JJ huffed as you all took baby steps towards the door.
Pope suddenly let out a loud groan, “Ah, okay guys. I can’t. I can’t.”
“No, no no no!”
Everyone let out noises of protest as the cross clanged to the ground a second later without the additional help. You took a step back to sit on a pew behind you, suddenly exhausted from the slightest bit of activity.
“Guys! Guys, guys. I am not okay, I’m not okay,” Pope’s shout was concerning as everyone rushed to crowd around him. He was very clearly in pain and you began to panic at the idea of something happening that you couldn’t help control.
“He’s having an allergic reaction!” You pieced together the signs quickly as he started to gasp for air. Pope’s eyes rolled back in his head causing everyone to grab him before he hit the floor. You and JJ attempted to hide the cross as your friends carried Pope out to the car.
Everyone’s voices were blurring together as you all piled into Kie’s dad’s truck. JJ took off the second the door closed, shouting that he knew where to go and to hold on. You were pressed against the window, hands resting against Pope’s legs to keep them elevated as Kie tried to talk to him and keep him awake. JJ’s aggressive driving made you nauseous in the back seat so you could only imagine how Pope felt.
JJ was honking the horn obnoxiously the second you pulled into a driveway. You quickly moved out of the way so John B could help Kie get Pope out of the back before you and Sarah grabbed on to help. JJ was clearly struggling for his cousin, Ricky, to believe him before the man finally swung the door open.
“Who can’t breathe?” It took a moment of consideration before JJ’s cousin was letting you all into his house and asking what was wrong for you all to start shouting about wasps and allergic reactions. “Hang tight, I gotta get my kit.”
“Hang tight?” JJ repeated in distress before darting off in search of said item. You took off in the other direction, searching for anything that looked useful. Your heart was racing in your chest painfully as you dug through the closet only to come up empty handed.
“I got it, I got it!” Ricky called as he came running back from the garage. “Okay, hey Pope. How ya doing, man? You look like shit. Here’s the thing. This is a pediatric dose of epinephrine. It is ten times a normal dose. So, if-if it doesn’t stop his heart, it’ll help him. But I gotta use the whole thing or it won’t work. And I’m not going down if he dies.”
You stared at him with wide eyes. “That’s a big ‘if’ there dude!” Ricky stared at you blankly before JJ started screaming to do it.
You winced once the large needle entered Pope’s skin for the medicine to be injected before Ricky took a step back. “Okay, that’s it. Now, we wait.”
Kie was sobbing next to you as she paced back in forth. You were frozen, the adrenaline rush still kicking as you stood there and waited for something, anything, that would say Pope was okay. Kiara lost her chill seconds later, screaming that Ricky killed him before the boy in question started coughing violently and sat up pin straight.
“Pope!”
“There he is! That’s my boy right there!”
“It’s hot. I’m like, real hot, guys.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay! Take it easy.”
“I gotta go outside!” Continuous shouts to slow down or stop followed Pope as he escaped out the front door. “Let’s go get that cross! Woo!”
You watched with a slight smile as Pope ran around like a headless chicken with the newfound energy in his system. It didn’t take long before you were all back in Kie’s dad’s truck and on your way back towards where the cross was discovered. Why everyone had let Pope drive, you had no idea, but your concern was growing the further he kept driving.
“Um, Pope. You’re driving pretty fast,” You spoke up as you looked over his shoulder to see his speed growing. Ignoring your concern, he let out a whoop of excitement.
“Pope, last to judge, but I think you should slow down a little,” JJ tried to reason with him but was cut off in protest.
“That would definitely delay out arrival to the cross. We gotta get there.”
With a small groan, you let your head fall back against the headrest, your whole body tight with tension. JJ’s hand landed on your knee with a soft squeeze as he gave you a sympathetic smile. You appreciated the gesture, but you seriously questioned why nobody told Pope no to driving.
“Why did we let him drive again?” Sarah asked from the passenger seat, her hand tightly wrapped around the handle bar. She was very clearly unamused with the whole situation as well.
“Because I said I’d rip your ears off,” Pope answered for her.
“Because he said he’d rip our ears off. He did.”
“I was joking about that by the way.”
“It’s a really funny joke.”
“Hey, hey. How ya feeling buddy? How you doing?” John B redirected the conversation in an attempt to keep your friend focused on his driving. He was to your left, JJ to your right while Kie was smushed up from in the middle between Sarah and Pope.
Pope laughed, “Uh, fantastic. I don’t know what JJ’s cousin gave me, but I am moving!”
John B nodded. “Okay, well, um. You’re going really fast right now-”
Pope’s head was suddenly turning to face you as he agreed while everyone let out screams of protest when the truck swerved. Your friend ignored all of them though and attempted to pass the car in front of you, pushing the truck head on with another car. Pope turned towards Kie, completely serious. “What an asshole, right?”
“He was going the speed limit!”
“We’re not gonna get to the cross if we’re dead, Pope!” John B shouted from next to you.
“We’re not gonna die. It’s our divine right to get that cross.” He turned to look at you again, oblivious of his erratic driving.
“Pope, look at the road!”
John B’s scream rattled your ears the second before disaster struck. Tires were squealing as Pope attempted to overcorrect his swerve causing the truck to slide across the wet pavement. The force sent you into JJ’s side before glass shattered across the back seat when the tailgate connected with a tree trunk. The dust from the airbags danced in the air as you all groaned.
“Is everyone okay?”
“I think so.”
You let out a deep hiss at the pain in your back and previously-dislocated shoulder that no doubt was caused by the sharp movements of the car. JJ’s hand was on your arm, shaking gently as he asked if you were okay. You nodded, giving him enough of an answer before he was pushing the door open.
“That is the last time you drive, Pope.” He commented as he climbed out with Kiara, the two of them observing the damage.
John B kicked his door open next, tugging on your arm to get you out of the cramped space. You winced when he pulled on your sore spot, his eyes immediately going to you in concern. You shook your head and shuffled out after him so you could join your friends.
“We’re gonna have to walk the rest of the way,” Pope spoke up once the initial shock was settled. “I’m going to get my cross.”
“Dude!”
“Hey, just relax for a second,” John B intervened as he grabbed Pope’s arm and pull him to stop despite the protests. “No, I’m trying to help. We just crashed the car, Pope!”
The two of them started down the road, John B limping beside as Kie yelled after them. You looked up at the large moving truck heading towards your group. Eyes landing on the person in the driver’s seat, you were frozen when you locked gazes with Rafe Cameron. The Kook King himself had the audacity to blow you a kiss that had JJ flipping him off.
“We gotta get back to the church!”
With a deep breath, you took off next with everyone in direction of the church. The crickets echoed around you, the air damp with the tide and humidity as your group sprinted through the night. It didn’t take too long before the church was ahead of you, the door creaking as Pope pushed it open to reveal an empty floor where you and JJ had hid the cross hours before.
“It’s gone,” Kie mumbled once the flashlights confirmed what you were all fearing.
JJ started to spiral angrily, slamming cushions around as he shouted in frustration. You knew he was mad, obviously, but you guys couldn’t compete with Rafe and Limbrey at this point. He continued to pace as you sat down to watch him closely. “Alright, here’s what we do. We’ll grab some kerosene tanks form the Chat, then we… we go to my dad’s shop and get some dynamite and then we drive down to Charleston and tell this lady who she’s messing with! Because this is some bullshit, y’all!”
You stood from the pew with a soft groan before grabbing JJ by the back of his jacket hood. He spun around quickly, still pissy until he realized it was you and softened up. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you before leaning to steal a deep kiss from his lips. His hand grasped your hip for a moment until you pulled back to look at him fully. “J, baby. We’re not blowing up anything, okay? You need to take a breath and calm down so we can figure this out.”
In a fit of defeat, JJ nodded and plopped down on a seat, resting his forehead against your abdomen as you rubbed his back comfortingly. He sincerely just wanted to help his friends and get this treasure locked in, so it’s not like he had bad intentions. He just went into things without thinking them through for a moment.
“Denmark would’ve stood right here, preaching to everyone he set free. A slave, the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant, he got the gold and the cross and he brought them both to shore. He used it to free every person who walked through those doors. He made a church, a family, a congregation, a home. And the Limbreys took everything from him. They sicced dogs on his wife and his kids, and when he tried to get her remains, they hung him,” Pope’s voice wavered emotions as he paced the wooden floors. “Well, I’m done. I’m tired of that shit. That is not how this is gonna end. We need a freaking win, guys. I’m going to get my family’s cross.”
You all watched silently as he made his way down the aisle to the large wooden doors you had entered through before pausing to look back.
“You guys coming?”
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And what if I told you that I not only slightly kin Jane Prentiss but also that Hive is one of my favourite Statements?
(The image shows a young women she looks up at the upper right corner. The whole image is an uncoloured sketch and held in light pink and purple tones. Jane Prentiss has a neutral expression with only a hint of wonder in her eyes. She is not yet an avatar of the Corruption. Her hair is covered by a head scarf that is tied in a knot like a bun and a few hairs are poking out. At this point in her life she had still considered her self a witch thus she is wearing something inspired by that. A casual button up shirt with a vest ontop of it, a choker, a necklace and various piercings such as an hanging moon earring and a septum.
On the right next to Jane there is a text that reads:
"There is a wasps' nest in my attic. [...]
It thrums with life and malice. [...]
Sings that I am beautiful.
Sings that I am home.
That I can be fully consumed by what loves me."
- Mag 036-Hive ; Statment of Jane Prentiss )
#why is she low key relatable#problem is though that I despise bugs#they scare me#and give me the most horrendous intrusive thoughts#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus archives fanart#tma 32#tma hive#Hive#mag 32#jane prentiss#the corruption#my art#chaoticaart
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I'm so so happy! So, not to poke the wasp nest, but will we ever learn why Jon is Like That?
in all honesty i haven't planned anything past this point! so dont have a good answer to this question aha, my deepest apologies
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artfight attacks for BeebFreeb (@beebfreeb), spectacledraws (@spectacledraws), BigBee (@big-bee-png), Melanc_Hex (@aroantic), flame-shadow (@flame-shadow), TattersTheBat (@tatters-the-bat), and ADragonSoulArt (@adragonsoulart-blog)!
ID's in alt text and under the cut
ID 1: A digital drawing of Omega (character by BeebFreeb), drawn in both of his forms. On the left is his computer form. He is a chunky black and beige CRT computer with a red PH logo and a large eye on the screen. The eye is dark pink with a gold outline. The iris is made of a gold omega symbol, with a blue dot inside for the pupil. He has a webcam and microphone plugged into the monitor. Both the eye and the webcam are looking to the upper left. To the right is Omega's digital form, which is a long black worm with 8 sets of legs. He is covered with blue splotches with gold outlines throughout his body. He has the same single eye as the computer form on his head, which is looking to the right, as well as a halo floating above. He curves above the computer, seeming to have come from behind it. The background is purple and there's a subtle blue gradient over the drawing. End ID.
ID 2: A half-body digital drawing of Leviathan (character by spectacledraws). He is a large, muscular fat man with a pink, purple, gold, and white color pallette. He is wearing a purple belt and suspenders, and a purple crown on his head. His mouth seems to take up his whole face, so that all that's visible are his rows of large, sharp teeth. His shoulderpads appear to be parts of a dragon, with the left shoulder pad being the head. The dragon's eye looks at Leviathan's face. Leviathan is also wearing a purple cape and a few gold heart accessories. He stands up straight with his hands on his hips and his cape flowing out behind him. The background is a blue-green gradient. End ID.
ID 3: A digital drawing of Cheri (character by BigBee). She is an anthropomorphic ant nest beetle. She is red all over, with large antennae. Her eyes are lime green with pupils that are cross-sectioned like compound eyes. She is wearing a loose red shirt with her shoulder and a black bra-strap exposed, black pants, and red boots. She absent-mindedly walks to the left while staring at a purple smartphone in her hand. The background is pale yellow. End ID.
ID 4: A digital drawing of Agi (character by Melanc_Hex). It is a yellow anthropomorphic firefly, with a purple torso, limbs, antennae, and elytra. One side of his face is normal and has a purple eye with dull green tears coming out, the other side is covered with void, and the eye is blank white. It wears a long black cloak that billows to the side. Underneath the cloak, a glowing abdomen is visible. Behind the cloak, the wings are extended. He holds a gray dagger in one hand. The background is beige. End ID.
ID 5: A digital drawing of Cyra (character by flame-shadow). She is an anthropomorphic blue spider wasp. She is wearing a purple poncho and holding a spear with 2 hands to her right. She sits atop a rock, with her other 2 hands supporting her on it. Her wings are blue and pointed up behind her. The background is a dull green. End ID.
ID 6: A digital drawing of Dr. Antiforme and Glossy (characters by TattersTheBat). Glossy is a red shrimp-like creature with googly eyes. To the left of veir is Dr. Antiforme, a humanoid purple slime creature, wearing a gray metal chestplate and dark gray pants. They kneel in front of Glossy, poking at veir with a hand, and staring at veir with its one huge eye. The background is purple. End ID.
ID 7: A half-body digital drawing of Mel (character by ADragonSoulArt). He is an anthropomorphic eastern carpenter bee, with a dark-brown exoskeleton, dark green eyes, a white mark on his face, and a fluffy golden mane. He is wearing a see-though beige poncho, and a beige skirt. He faces the viewer with one hand waving, another hand below his mandibles, and his lower 2 arms pointing downwards. His wings are positioned upwards behind him. The background is transparent. End ID.
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for die hard shippers who shan't be tagged or named because i enjoy being a bit snarky but im not into actively poking wasps nests
"i stuck with this show for so long for my ship and now im losing my patience!"
if this sentiment resonates with you, well...
i hate to be the bearer of bad news, and i stg i never say this but:
YOU (insert uncle sam pointing man) have been watching the show incorrectly
please, consider that a ship going canon is like... well, i hear that quite a large number of our fandom enjoy discussing media literacy and so i'll use a term close to your literary-critic hearts:
a ship going canon is pharmakon, a cure or a poison or a scapegoat.
it can be great, sure, it can also suck all the life out of very pleasant anticipation
so the moment any person involved with the show finds out about the existence of your fanon ship, you need to start being very afraid. because it might just happen. and it might just suck. (because i promise you, hardly any canon can stand against the collective imaginings of 10k+ fics on ao3 and WIN) and then where will you be?
also, just a note:
(and this is probably not your fault, there have been people here actively encouraging you and reassuring you that THIS is the way watch the show)
you lost more than half of the possible enjoyment of any moment your wishes for your ship might come true the moment you went from "enjoying the what if" to "actively anticipating the eventuality" and so effectively transformed yourself into some kind of a nagging wife from a 90s sitcom asking: "when will you take out the trash? you forgot to take out the trash again. the trash?! you won't forget today??? you say that every time and every time i believe you! will you take out the trash or not?" over and over and over...
i promise you in that situation, coming home and finding out that the trash is for once gone, taken out (that your ship is in fact canon now) does not bring any kind of joyful satisfaction. it's more like fucking finally and why the fuck did it take so long and now what
because guess what... the trash was never the only thing that bothered the wife in the first place, only the symptom of it
so you kind of have to make up your mind: can you enjoy the show without watching for signs of your fanon ship?
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I okay. I've seen a good few references to it now I gotta ask: what horrible mistakes is Eclaire making in the AU? (And whomst is she making them with? :3c)
(Only if you want to share of course ^^)
(oops i have been perceived)
(added a read more since i ended up rambling again)
It's him.
He's the mistake.
Horrible choice on both sides, tbh. I think i vaguely mentioned Eclaire's bad habit of latching onto other people's misery before and well, there's hardly anyone more miserable.
At first, during ARR patch time their interactions are somewhat like the one we get to play through in msq, which is some twisted way of... actually having fun. (even though fun might contain a few explosions and has the vibe of poking a wasp nest with a stick) and then there's the void incident (lvl 50 blackmage quest gone wrong). on the surface, i think Elidibus' motivation to pull her back from the void is something along the lines of "oh no, my plaything" but then again from that time onwards they sort of turn into each other's safe space. (e.g. for the longest time no one else knows about the extent of her permanent aether corruption) of course they never figure out where that sense of familiarity and trust stems from (*) and try to justify their clinging spending time together with "you know what, while we're at it i might just as well try to manipulate them" (that doesn't work out for either of them). he's very much encouraging her progress into black magic, that might be useful later, and at some point she just goes along with it since she may have become a bit power hungry over the course of events.
(*) it's Psyche :3 even though i don't exactly know what their relationship even was back in unsundered times other than some flavour of close with a (probably botched) soul bond
(also while we're at it, have a screenie of these dorks sizing each other up like cats separated by a garden gate)
#local mages go from 'i want to study that person under a microscope' to co-dependent drama queens over the course of two game expansions#that ended up very rambly uhm sorry?#this is... kinda the mainU by now i guess? how did that happen? 🙈#the biscuit answers#also thanks for reminding me the ask box exists there's a few corpses in there oh gods
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I really thought that I would be lonely, moving out to the middle of nowhere to live in the woods far away from all my friends, but I've actually never felt less lonely or more part of a community
Even aside from my dogs-- with whom I have both individual relationships and group dynamics every bit as complex and nuanced and rewarding as any human group I've ever been a part of-- there's no dearth of social interaction in my day. The wasps, who drink droplets of sugar water off my fingers when I'm feeling indulgent, know me and follow me around buzzing hopefully but never sting me even when I poke curiously around their nest. The mice recognize my face and will continue on with their business unafraid when I pass by, but scatter in frantic terror when they see the co-farmer (who catches them with her hands and feeds them to Breq the dog). The red-tailed hawks who live a little ways down the street have been mated for many years and I frequently see them wheeling and diving though the sky together, delighting in each other's company like newlyweds, and fucking each other with great gusto on tree branches. I know a few individual members of the local coyote pack-- the massive coydog who lingers at the foot o the mountain and watches us every night with a strange intensity, the dumbass teen yote with a hopeless crush on Breq who keeps tying to bring her dead rabbits.
I know which songbirds are shy and will only sing if I hide somewhere and sit very still (northern flicker, hermit thrush) and which birds are outgoing and will sit in a branch and yell two feet from my face (cardinals and blue jays and carolina wrens), and I can tell by the warning in their songs when it's about to start raining with enough time to duck under shelter before I feel the first drops. I can in general tell the weather and the temperature and the time of day and what other animals are nearby by listening to the birds narrate their daily affairs; they're very talkative and VERY specific. I know the cardinal who lives in the tree by the mailbox is beefing with the carolina wren who lives in the tree by the laundry line, because I eavesdrop on them having a screaming argument over territory every morning, and this morning I listened to the carolina wren get catfished by a mockingbird mimicking the courtship call of a hot eligible carolina wren bachelor. When the mockingbird abruptly stopped dueting and ghosted her she left, dejected, & her cardinal nemesis immediately launched into an obnoxious frat-bro-esque victory cheer at her departure.
I'm leaning heavily on anthropomorphism here, which is exactly what I was taught not to do when training and working as a biologist, and I am partially doing it just to illustrate my point. But also, as every field biologist ever will tell you, it's kind of impossible to spend a lot of time observing an ecosystem and not notice how much human society is not unique from every other living thing.
#possum posts#sheep go to heaven goats go to hell#it's much easier to feel connected & part of a community in the woods than in the city for me i think#i spend a LOT of time laying on the ground outside sort of dazed and too exhausted to move or speak just watching & listening#which is not a great way to meet people but IS a great way to meet birds#and i am exhausted and overwhelmed and made physically sicker in various ways from interacting with groups of people#in a way i never am vibing on a mountain in one of the most rural places in america with my dogs and cat and one (1) person
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Hey, there! I hope you don’t mind, but here’s a few questions from the ask game🤭💜☺️ Can you please do Blizzard, December, Chanukah, Hailstone, Hot chocolate, Polar, Snow, and Mulled wine for the ask game 🥺 No pressure, of course! I hope you have a great day❤️☺️🫂
Heyyy ~ ❤️ I never mind!! Okay, I answered two of them already:
Blizzard & Hailstone
December - do you have any irrational fears?
I don't believe that any fear is irrational. If you think about it hard enough, any reason to be scared of something is reasonable because we all experience the world differently. Fear protects us, it keeps us alive - to an extent. Sometimes it's detrimental, but it comes largely from the part of us that loves us and is invested in our health and safety.
On the other hand, I have a phobia of water splashing back on me at work and getting into my hair. So I always stand back at least an arms' length away when I'm sorting out the chemicals I'm using all day. I work with strong chemicals - corrosives, irritants, bleaches, powders, etc., which would melt my hair right off if it ever got into my hair. If I think water splashes back, I spend the next five to ten minutes worrying so intensely about my hair that I get a psychosomatic burning across my scalp. I'll go look in the nearest mirror to make sure there's no wet patch, I'll be dabbing at the spot with my wrist to alleviate the itch, I'll ask coworkers if there's anything there. There's never anything there, I'm very careful, but I fear it all the same.
And this illustrates my point - to you, that precaution of me literally jumping away from running water/leaning back when using chemicals/getting very anxious about splash back may sound silly (and that's okay), but to me, it's a very reasonable thing to be scared of.
Fear, like everything in life, is subjective. And I don't think it's ever irrational - there's always a reason someone is scared. Fear in itself is a survival mechanism we've used to keep us alive for millennia. What was it the 12th Doctor once said? "Fear is your friend - it is a superpower".🥺❤️
Chanukah - who would you want to play you in a movie of your life?
Hmm... I don't know. Maybe Maya Hawke? She'd capture the awkward social skills quite well and the tendency to ramble. I can't really think of anyone.
Hot chocolate - how would you like to be remembered?
As someone who loved hard, tried her best, and lived her life inside her head.❤️
Polar – would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy?
Hmmm... this feels like one of those 'trick' questions where there's a massive downside which isn't considered when initially answering. So I'll cop out - I'll stay just as I am, but not living with my parents. That'd fix me, and I'm not joking. Because I'm at my happiest when I'm away from them.
Snow – what fictional character reminds you most of yourself?
I don't wanna say who I'm thinking of because that'll feel like poking a wasp's nest.😂
Mulled wine - do you speak any other languages?
Unfortunately, no. I tried teaching myself Japanese and Korean a few years back, and the most I can remember is the odd word here or there.
Thank you for the questions!!!❤️
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Wild Child | N.F. (The Quarry) - Chapter Six
Summary: after your dip in the lake, you face the consequences of your actions and feelings as well.
Nick Furcillo x Female!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Bugs, Insects, and Cursing (I'm not great at tagging). Reader is an entomologist expert of camp.
Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine
sweet like honey
You were at fault. And you took the fall. Well technically, those children were from your cabin and under your care. And Mr. Hackett had called all of you immediately to his office. Anger was written in his face.
The two children were traumatized beyond belief. According to Jonah and Dave, the kids that almost drowned, decided that it was fun to poke around the nest they found and poke a little too hard to disturb the yellow jacket wasps. Those kids never listened to your lectures, they didn’t hear about how to avoid them and they instead rely on their cartoon knowledge that when they jumped in a body of water the wasps won't follow them.
And turns out you were right, there were wasps nests. Just outside the outskirts of Shady Glade.
You were scolded, all of you were scolded for not watching over the kids like you were supposed to. And yet Mr. Hackett was grateful of you and your fast action, you had one day off.
“Next time, please… just watch over them attentively. We don’t want to repeat the same mistakes twice.” Mr. Hackett had said, even if you were still dripping wet from your jump in the lake although the towel handed to you and Nick didn’t help much with the cold.
“Go, I’ll make a call to the parents and let the kids explain. They would probably pull out their kids after this.” All of you nodded. One-by-one walking out from his office.
“You. Come to the nurse’s station with me.” Laura said dragging you, the cramp now gone only slight pain and tenderness in your legs. As you hobbled towards her, the two kids sat there silently. They were already dried and have been given their respective clothes.
Looking at them, you sat on the vacant chair avoiding their guilty faces that glance accusing glances at each other. Meanwhile Laura had walked and gotten something from the medicine cabinets.
“We’re sorry.” Jonah and Dave replied. You raised your eyebrows at them, ready to give them a lecture of your own about the dangers of what they had done. They had multiple stings on their arms you can tell, as they were both holding cold packs to their wounds.
You were contemplating being harsh, or not even accepting their apologies. It’s a long day, you don't have the energy to deal with being a bit bitchy.
“Fine, I accept your apologies.” You replied in a deadpanned voice. After a minute of silence you added, “Just don’t do it again and listen to my lecture next time.”
Smiling at each other, they bowed their heads in apology once more.
“Thank you! We promise to listen to you from now on.” They shouted and ran out of the nurse’s station, and Laura was smiling at your interaction.
“I thought you hated those two.”
“They ‘ve grown on me, and besides life and death makes you appreciate the people who saved you.”
“Then you must have liked Nick more then.”
Jaw slack in shock, you throw the towel at her which she easily caught. Laughing at you.
“And you are wearing his shirt, isn’t that the code for one step closer to being in a relationship. You’re not proceeding with your plan to avoid him now, would you?” Laura pointed out, handing you muscle relaxers medicine. “Those are for your cramps, take it if you still feel slight cramps.”
You stayed quiet about her comment on Nick’s shirt. Of course you know that code, and it left your stomach running like a damn zoo. Feelings are complicated, you are complicated. You didn’t know what to do.
Thank him for saving your life or just confess your developing feelings for him. God, you must have drank a lot of lake water to make you act so impulsively.
“I don’t know…” You said, walking towards the bed feeling drowsy and tired from the medicine. “I don’t know what to do.” You lazily replied, the side effects of the medicine already transpiring, as you tried your best to stay awake.
“Sleep, I’ll bring you a change of clothes and a clean towel.” She advised as she gently pushed your head down to the people, walking out of the door.
You were left alone, looking at the ceiling in wonder. What would you do next? Too groggy to even fight your stubborn ass to think of possible scenarios, you decided sleeping was the next best course of action.
Waking up, you didn’t realize you had spent the whole afternoon taking a long and well rested nap. Not even minding the wet clothes that you wore, in the night stand beside the bed lay your clean clothes and towel. A water, and a piece of banana as well.
Not realizing you were hungry, when your stomach made a loud growl. You took the fruit grateful that it can’t provide you sustenance even if not by a lot. Standing up, the pain in your foot was gone, as you stretched it, when you saw your reflection on the cabinet glass.
“God I look horrid.” Trying your best to brush it, you walked out of the Nurse’s Station with the glass on hand, ready to drop it in the kitchen.
It was probably dinner time since there is a loud commotion in the main dining area. Spotting most of the counselors in one table and the children in their respectives seats eating. When they spotted you, they erupted in cheers.
“You’re awake!”
“Sleeping Beauty is up!”
And suddenly you were tackled in a hug by Emma and Abi, Kaitlyn and Jacob stood behind them. Dylan patted your head in appreciation. Ryan who gave you an appreciative smile who was sitting with Max and Laura at the table, smiling that you were finally fine.
“Why are you hugging me? I hate it. Not like I just received a medal of honor or anything.” You patted them in the backs before pushing them away from you.
When you were out of their embrace, Jacob tackled you in a headlock, messing with your dry hair some more. He circled you around, “We were worried ‘bout you! Thought you were dead when we visited the nurse’s station earlier. Almost got kicked out by…”
Followed by silence, you tapped at him to get his hands off your head. Annoyed that you were stuck in this position, when you can just go and take a well-needed bath.
“Who?” You asked. As Jacob looked at you, the counselor held secretive glances at each other. “Also where is… Nick?”
“Nothing! Why don’t you take a bath? As much as I hate to say that you’re the most fashionable one of us, you needed it after that dip in the lake.” Kaitlyn said, dragging you outside with her. You looked back, Nick wasn’t with them. You could've thanked him properly, maybe later you would do it.
“Are you hiding something? I can tell.” You asked Kaitlyn, who shocked her head no. “You also haven’t answered my question.”
“Come on in the bath house we go!” Kailtyn excitedly said still your question remains unanswered. You wonder why they are avoiding it. You just sighed and let her drag you, when you went inside the warm water for the mornings now gone. And you were stuck screaming in a cold shower.
“You okay? You’re not drowning there, are you?” Kaitlyn sounded just behind the shower curtain.
“Nope! I’m fine.”
“You know, never fully thank you for what happened earlier. I feel like I was at fault too, I'm supposed to be your leader.”
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, it isn’t your fault you know.”
“You almost drowned with those kids. With your fast-thinking—”
“It’s fine Kaitlyn, really. But thank you too, you’re the best camp leader I’ve ever had. So don’t sell yourself short.”
“Yeah… thanks for that. No wonder why Nick likes you.”
You were silent. Nick likes you? I mean of course, he wouldn’t just spend time with someone he barely tolerates. He wasn’t like that. Did she mean like as in acquaintances or like-like? You were burning with curiosity.
Stepping out from the shower, now with fresh and clean clothes. Kaitlyn looked at you from head to toe, enjoying the printed tee. Laura had grabbed from your luggage your bee-shirt that says “We’re Meant to Bee”. You have gotten it from one of your travels in a Bee-Farm. It was adorable, and captured your eye with its two cutely drawn bees holding each other’s hands.
“Oh god, you look adorable. You need more of those shirts.” Kaitlyn said, as you went in front of the mirror to dry your hair. Putting on some of your after-shower essentials. And throwing the clothes you previously wore in your respective laundry basket.
Hearing that the campers are now heading back to their respective cabins, you were worried about yours. You hurried in grooming yourself. Ready to head to your bed and rest some more, when suddenly your stomach growled loudly.
“Come on, eat and I’ll handle your cabin’s sleep time. It’s the least I could do.”
“You’re a lifesaver Kaitlyn. Thanks!” You said, now heading towards the camp lodge, you hope there are still spare dinners.
When you opened the door, you immediately rushed to the banquet table that held the food. Opening the food warmer, you were met with disappointment. They were empty.
“Fuck. You little shits eat a lot.” Your stomach growled louder this time. Suddenly you heard the kitchen door opening, and there stood Nick.
“Ah sorry ‘bout that. Thought I heard a wild animal trying to steal our meal.” He smiled and walked towards you.
“If you could even call this a meal, I can only count the air as my dinner.” You opened the food warmer to show him.
“Come with me and I’ll cook for you. What would you want?” Nick asked. You were slacked in the knees when he smiled at you. You didn’t know if it was your heart or mind that had the reins of your feelings, or is it your stomach.
“I’m craving…. Why not make something you like. We can share it if you want?” You suggested, you thanked the heavens that you know how to flirt. You can see the sparkle in his honey-colored eyes. God, if this is what it takes to make his eyes shine brighter you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“Okay then, I’ll surprise you.” He said, following him to the kitchen you felt giddy.
You can feel your smile reach your ear, tucking a hair behind your ear. Nick unexpectedly turned around. Stopping you from your tracks.
“I like your shirt, looks cute on you.” He pointed out, you can see the faint blush in his cheeks. Unlike yours you felt like you were a tomato. Rising up your feet to the tip of your fingertips, your whole head felt on fire.
You didn’t know how to respond. You’ve been flirted a lot, wooed by poetic words and songs. And yet this simple word coming from his mouth sounded and felt so much better than your past compliments.
He had complimented you, and if you could you would have bottled his words and drunk from it every night, making you addicted. Addicted to his voice, his laugh, his eyes, his kindness, and gentleness, just everything about Nick.
Fuck it’s not just a simple crush. You’re falling for him.
#the quarry#The quarry game#supermassive games#the quarry x reader#the quarry nick#nick furcillo#nick furcillo x reader#.sd written works
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Grave minish/ Wind minish- Farore's tiny Psychopomps
A lot of headcanons plus a few more pictures under the cut.
Short info before I start: These guys are the result of a mixture of different headcanons I have about the minish.
1. There is one clan of minish for each element, beside light and darkness.
2. Each minish clan has one major emotion they are tied to. Forest minish and town minish for example both are tied to happiness. This doesn't mean they are always happy instead they have a deep desirer to make people happy. That is why they hide rubees etc.
3. Towns minish are minish without an element, but for that they are really good in enchanting stuff and general are jacks of all trades magic wise.
4. How old minish get depends on their environment. It depends on how much magic is around them. A minish living near a fairy fountain or the realm of the minish can reach up to 800 years. When there is no magic around they will only have 20-30 years.
Okay now back to the little Psychopomps.
Grave minish live, like they name suggest, in graveyards and the emotion they are tied to is grief.
They all have red eyes and often purplish hair. They fur colour has quite a range from fully white, to all tones of grey, black and pinkish colours.
Their main job is leading lost souls to the afterlife, which they do in a variety of different methods. For some souls it is enough to hear the grave minish's enchanted songs and music to move on... some ghost maybe ask the minish to retrieve a important item for them.
Other maybe need just a long talk or a last message getting delivered to their loved ones.
The Grave minish will always try to help in any way they can to let a soul rest.
So there are some limits.
If a ghost request an item, that didn't belong to them when they were still alive, they will not bring it to the ghost. Anything regarding revenge is also a no go.
Hence this the legend of zelda grave minish also deal with monstrous ghost, which they hate with a burning passion. They are one of the few minish clans with a weapon and damage magic culture, because of that. Unlike other minish clans they never just use needles etc. to fight and actually forge weapons.
Ghost monster will try to destroy any new grave minish settlement in a graveyard, because if that settlement gets too big they have 0 chance to actually win against the grave minish.
Like getting care of one little minish yeah no problem for any kind of ghost.... Fighting against 80- 120 of them especially with them all equipped with wind magic and weapons made to cut through ghost like butter... no chance for the ghost monster at that point (It is like poking a wasp nest...) .
The grave minish don't have any problem reaching the ghost, because they can turn their arms (similar to WW rito) into wings.
If the grave minish have dealt with all ghost, be they friendly or not, they will either start repairing the gravestones and tidying up the place, if the graveyard is old, not cared for and/or forgotten or small groups of them will fly into the nearby town(s) and cities.
When they arrive in a town or city, they will not just help all people around like town and forest minish do and instead scout around looking for people who are either griefing or in a bad mental state.
If they find someone they will first follow them around and look if they really need help. The grave minish look if the person does they have a good support network or not, how does their living space look like etc. Before they help they act more like little spies assessing the situation (They often weird town minish out, because they just stare at people without explaining themself.). When the person is in a situation where they can handle it alone or with their support network the grave minish will leave them alone... If they can't handle their grief or mental heath situation the grave minish, will do what every other minish clan will not do, ask for consent. They will either ask a fairy to be their translator or write “Do you need help?” somewhere the person can clearly see it.
If the person says no the grave minish will accept that (Maybe ask again in 2 days or a week, but they will leave the person fully alone after the third time saying no to their offer to help).
On the other side if the person says yes they will start to help the person out, which can mean a lot of different things. Sometimes half of the grave minish settlement will move into the persons house and start cleaning the place and cook for the person, sometimes a group of 4-6 grave minish stays around starting writing or with the help of a fairy, talking with the person... sometimes they will even forge letters so old friends or distant family will visit the person... always depends on the situation. Grave minish unlike most other minish clans actually have a good understanding how hylians and the other people of hyrules world work and understand what they actually need to get mentally better. They will always try talking first, but have no problem doing some scheming so the person gets better in the end.
If and only if there are 100% no ghost or people to help out, grave minish will actually just chill in their graveyards and just enjoy life. They only help already dead people or people who actually need help in the moment. They are not hiding rubees or make shoes etc. if they have nothing else to do. Instead they make their graveyard as pretty as possible, draw, write and actually just celebrate life. While they take their job really really seriously they see it as a job and not their culture. They also don't mimic hylian costumes and gender norms (Most of them are agender and use they/them and only a few go by They/them/she/her or they/them/he/him.) They make their own fabric and if they have the possibility even forge their own metal (If not there are using mostly clock parts for weapons etc.)
I think this is way long already... Take a very confused Vaati as price for getting so far. (He is a grave minish in this headcanon) Thanks for reading or just looking at the picture(s)!
#zelda minish#Grave minish#vaati#legend of zelda#minish cap#my stuff#tw mental health#tw grief#tw death mention#After playing to much totk I fell down the minish cap hole again.
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S1 Ep 8: Bugs
Because Kayla won't shut the fuck up until I keep watching and I KNOW this episode apparently fucking sucks and I hate it here
Alright whos the unfortunate dead bitch this time
A hole!
Uh oh are those the
EW NOT THE EAR NOO
Oh he fuckin dead
Dean getting money via hustling in pool lmao idiot
Oh god the bugs ate his brain
Every new lie they come up with I want to bang my head into the desk
Salty Sam into the hole he goes
Free food!
SEXUAL ORIENTATION IM GOING TO SCREAM
YELLING SCREAMING horrible but funny
Picky up the tarantula
Daddy issues ✨️
I don't think its the kid but it might be related to the kid. Like it's a red herring before they get to the bottom of it
Ohhh interesting more bug issues EWWWW BUG IN HAIR NOO
EWWWWWWW
CORRUPTIONCORE NONSENSE FUCK THIS SHIIIT
Are they gonna lie to get info what next
And now we are harassing bug boy </3
Ohhh ok so kids gonna be a key to finding out
DADDY ISSUES ✨
Weird bug noises
Ok so either thats a hive or its a dead body buried
YEP A SKULL
Ohhhh a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave. Hm.
Ok Sam wanted to be a normal guy but their dad was fucked up and wanted them to be hunters
THEY ARE. LYING THAT THEY ARE. IN THIS GUYS CLASS. THE. THE AUDACITY
Oh no. Ohhh no is *that* where this is going I am going to owe so much money to the native community jesus christ
LMAO ok it is a little funny that this guy is like (points at Dean) "Liar. Little bitch" and at Sam "Ok you're not a liar you're fine"
Uh oh kid whatcha doing
DO NOT POKE THE HOLE
LYING MORONS
Are they gonna walk into a fight
Yep. But there are bugs
Is that. Is that.
Kayla why the fuck are you right that this is like MAG 39 I hate this and I hate you TMA did it better
LMAO makeshift flamethrower
Wasps nest in the attic? No we are in the attic. The bees are outside
How is this working this is bullshit
That was a very fast sunrise
And they fly away into the sunset
No guys I think you dad sucks
Edit: What the fuck do you mean they just threw bees at the actors. What the fuck
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Round Two is complete!
Both the online bracket and the Google Sheet have been updated.
That was some round, everyone. 😅 Congrats on making things exciting. The closest matches were:
Whirl (IDW) vs. Waspinator (Beast Wars)
Whirl barely inched ahead of Waspinator by just a few votes. 😳 I admit I wanted to see Waspinator win, but alas, he seems to be cursed to come last forever. This was also the match that was voted on most with a whopping 865 votes. 😧
Prowl (IDW) vs. Chromedome
I held my breath the entire time for this one. At one point, I was sure Chromedome was going to win, but to my surprise, grace was extended to Prowl by quite a few voters. That’s gotta be a first for him. He’s bound to lose to Ravage in Round 3, but it was nice to see him make it past his first round without discourse, for once.
Tarantulas vs. Bumblebee (IDW)
Bumblebee was ahead at the start, but then I poked the wasp’s nest and the Tara fans swarmed. I’m not even a little upset. He’s a bonafide waterlogged cat spider. I’m still not a hardcore Tara fan, but I have been convinced that he is something/someone worth studying.
Tarn vs. Predaking
Against all odds, ONE member of the DJD has made it to Round 3. I was sure Tarn was a lost cause, but I was proven wrong. Heck, even I was rooting for him near the end because he is just that sad and pathetic. In honor of his victory, he gets a special new pic for the next round: 🥺
Rattrap vs. Kup
This one didn’t get as much attention, but I was keeping my eye on it. I kinda wanted Kup to win because then we would have gotten a Wrecker v. Wrecker match in Round Three. Oh well. At least someone from Beast Wars made it to Round 3.
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