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ivymarquis · 1 year

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The B.A.G. Coalition

Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.

Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.

I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.

You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.

You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.

A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.

Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.

And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.

The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”

Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.

“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”

“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”

Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.

“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.

You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.

“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”

You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.

“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.

Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.

“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”

That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.

The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.

“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”

“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.

“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”

“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.

“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”

“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.

“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.

Shit. Right.

Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.

And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.

“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”

There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.

Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).

“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”

#141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #my writing #crack!fic #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #it will never not be funny to me that graves is reviled by the fandom community for betraying 141 #the war crimes are not a big deal but YOU DONT GO AGAINST THE BOYS D<#phillip graves

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quodekash · 1 year

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—- —-

Tinn: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Gun: Thanks, it's the trauma.

—- —-

Sound: Win! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Win: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Tinn: Tiw! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Tiw: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

—-(it worked for both of them)—-

Sound, joining chinzhilla: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Gun: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW!

—-(adhd gun hcssss)—-

Yo: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh... Por, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you? Yo, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

—- —-

Tinn: I’m this close to falling in love with Gun. Tiw: Your fingertips are touching. Tinn: Exactly.

—-

Gun: So, Pat is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Sound: Why? Gun: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Pat, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

—-

Tiw: Why would anyone want to harm Tinn? Sound: Maybe because they met him?

—-(you cant tell me this didn’t happen)—-

Tiw, teaching Tinn to drive: Okay, you're driving and Gun and Por walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Tinn: Oh, definitely Por. I could never hurt Gun. Tiw, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

—- —-

Tinn: Bye Gun! Bye Win! Bye Sound! Bye Yo! Bye Por! Bye Pat! Bye Gun! Tiw: You said ‘bye Gun’ twice. Tinn: I like Gun.

—- —-

Tinn: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

—- —-

Pat: I drink to forget but I always remember. Gun: You're drinking orange juice.

—- —-

Tinn: Hi- Sound: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

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Gun: I haven't seen Yo and Win for fifteen minutes now. *Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Yo and Win running after it in a panic. Gun doesn't look outside at all.* Gun: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

—-(yo and win's friendship means everything to me)—-

Pat: Hey Win, can you give me the opposite of these words? Pat: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Win: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Win: The fucking satisfaction.

—-(pat likes rickrolling i decided)—-

Gun: Can you keep a secret? Tinn: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

—-(hes literally told tiw everything and idek if gun knows that tiw knows)—-

Tinn, trying to reconcile with Sound: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Sound: It’s not water. Tinn: Vodka! I like your sty- Sound: It’s vinegar. Tinn: …What? Sound: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

—-(im a sucker for these sound-tinn rivalry quotes. mostly cos i desperately need to know wHY)—-

Gun: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Tiw: ICARUS?

—-(his poor nerd heart)—-

Pat: I’m gonna die alone. Win: Pat, you’re not gonna die alone. Pat: Gun, was my safety net, okay? He got married and now I have to get a snake. Sound: Uh-huh. Why is that? Pat: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Pat: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. Pat: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

—- —-

Win: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

—-(that's why he's always late for school)—-

Win: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Win: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Win: Go big or go home.

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Tinn: Your smile? It makes my day. Gun: Your happiness? I live for that. Yo: A room? Get one. Pat: Hotel? Trivago.

—-(i will milk pat's loneliness dry bc its funny)—-

Tinn's mum: Where's Tinn and the music club? Tiw: They're playing hide and seek. Tinn's mum: Where? Tiw: I don't think you get how this game works.

—- —-

Gun, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Yo: Hey. Win: Hi. Sound: Hello. Por: Hey! Gun: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Pat: We were out of Doritos.

—- —-

Por: I’m the smartest person in my friend group. Tiw: You hang out with Gun, Win, Pat, and Yo. Tiw: It’s not as high a compliment as you think.

—- —-

Pat: Dumbest scar stories, go! Tiw: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Por: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Win: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Tinn: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Gun: I have emotional scars.

—- —-

Squad reactions to being called straight: Por: The fuck, no I'm not. Tiw: Excuse the hell out of you? Tinn: Ding dong, you are wrong! Gun: Who told you that? And why did they lie? Sound: Rude. Win: *punches the person*

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(I couldn’t decide who would fit this next one best so you get all three versions of the same quote)

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Win. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Win! Sound: Nope. Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Sound's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Win right on the lips!!!

—-

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Por. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Por! Tiw: Nope. Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Tiw's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Por right on the lips!!!

—-

Tiw: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Tinn. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Tinn! Gun: Nope. Tiw: In that case, as the archbishop of Gun's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Tinn right on the lips!!!

—- —-

BONUS-

Pat: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Pran: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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BONUS AGAIN-

Korn: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Pat: Ooh, yes please! Pran, with his laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Korn: It's not a bug though... Pran: ... Pat: ... Pran: Well I still don't want to see. Pat, realizing: Please don't throw- Korn: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

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toririvas · 1 year

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Part three! We're finishing the listen today. I feel it.

Lake trip, simple truth or dare. Angela has some sort of sun reliant power? Eh?

Back to Mary .. sticky note man? An animator? Neat! Agatha.

That siren made everyone too chill and Nick is paranoid about it until he can't be anymore. Alice is SO down bad.

She's lost in the woods, somewhere in South Cali and she's never gonna make it to LA-- lmao.

"I have you trapped here and you're gonna *talk*." They're so dysfunctionally cute. Nick is trying to lie his way out of Alice's brain. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss, king.

"You had to invent a whole new me to be attracted to me!" Nick you like her back oh my god. THEY'RE MAKING OUT IN THE WOODS. i fucking knew it.

"that kiss was for the /real/ you." AAAAUGH

Vince got jumped by Sasha ! Lmao.

Stella v Roy, this is maybe the funniest mid-fight dialogue. He's just a down home classic southern gentleman, I get it lmao. I knew that would end like that with fuckin what's her names pheromones in the air.

Back to school. Lmao, somebody glaciered (Michael). Alice is putting on the fucking moves.

Vince gets extra training, neat. Sparks close up, fire long range. Fun!

Ethics of being a hero. Fuuuun!

Finals prep. Okay, makes sense to have the week off. Can't imagine how poor Chad is coping. He must miss it. Nick has an eidetic memory question mark? Or just a very good one. That's pretty neat. Threat evaluation is solid stuff.

Roy v Stella again! They're buddies in battle! And Violet is there too, she weakens people iirc?

Chad is so weirdly eloquent. Like it's so ... He's so robotic. Poor thing. Feels wrong. Stop using big words, nerdass.

"What do we do?" "We could play DnD?" "Mm, n-" "Movies?" "DnD it is!" LMAOOO

Carnival time. Aw, Alice

WHO TAZED HERSCH AND MARY??

MICHAEL GOT GIVEN THAT FOLDER? AND THIS IS HIS REVENGE?

Sasha asked the question and Vince can't fuckin lie! Oh god!

They're reconvening. Who's this? Agatha. Okay, she's a good egg. Nice girl.

It was the coaches, or someone who looks like them. Huh !

"they took our fucking kids!" Goddddd!!!! Vince has a paladin instinct. Nick is trying to dip, Alice punched his glasses off. Fucking queen.

"I did what I had to!" Rip into him, Alice, kill him with WORDS!!

He's so paranoid. My god. Okay they wanted Mary, Herschel is collateral. I'm anticipating a Roy appearance soon solely because George called Hersch useless.

Nick is going to leave, or so he claims. Vince is walking into a fire- where'd transport take him, fucking Centralia?

HOW IS THIS GOING TO RESOLVE IN AN HOUR? HOW?

Okay. Nick is in, decidedly not an incompetent asshole by his own word. All of the people from The Company are named like those books. Insanity but very funny. Mr. Move, Ms. Tracker?

THEY GLOW!!! THEY G L O W YOUVE GOT WESKER EYES MY BOY!!!

"Roy isn't the only son of Titan!" That seems like an important guy.

IS THAT? A WHISKEY COVERED BULLET? YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN NICK! SHIT! Alice has her friend leader moment, and oh yeah let's go heavy hitter! Paladin nova Vince goooo!

Mary got free, nabbed George, and Vince fucking drained him. Avatar style. Well, that was a hell of a battle. But who were the coaches working for? I figured there had to be a draw for sequels SOMEWHERE.

They don't have to take finals? Pog.

Mary and Alice together, Nick alone. And of course, Mrs. Daniels has decided Vince is her son now! I'm happy about it. Hersch gets another brother! Nice!

Persephone is working with some people trying to, I'm assuming, stop Powereds from infiltrating the ranks of Supers. And Vince's father- his biological one, obviously, - is one of them. Inchresting... I wonder who of the Big Five or whatever he is.

And that's a wrap! A full review will come later today.

#meliveblog #melodys mumblings

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fitia · 2 years

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If you're attracted to women in any way, your fave poor little meow meow who commits atrocities tastes in madara would translate well to vriska. She girlbosses too close to the sun all the damn time. Her relationship to her best worst friend (and maybe girlfriend depending on who you ask) terezi is so fun to speculate on as well because in one timline terezi kills vriska for being a shitty person and never gets over the psychological torment that still caused her, even though vriska blinded her and paralyzed one of their friends. Their dynamic is so messy <3 vriska is wildly devisive for all this

Dave's character arc of unlearning toxic masculinity, recognizing his brother was abusive, and getting over his own internalized homophobia to being happy in a relationship with alien man is pretty interesting as well. He's a pretty typical fan favorite.

It all does sound interesting in theory but the one thing that's been keeping me away from homestuck so far is that it's in a format that doesn't appeal much to me, dsfjhdsfkjhkjfds. Not that I wouldn't like to try it some time, but as of now it's not really Speaking to me.

#Anon #Ask

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burnt-basement-bunny · 2 years

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(In which Vanny and Glitchtrap bring William Afton back from the grave, with...a few hiccups.

Transcript below the cut:)

(Noises of lots of stuff breaking)

Glitchtrap: Huh. That uh....sure was a lot of fire.

Vanny: I think we might have girlbossed a bit too close to the sun.

Glitchtrap: No such thing, Vanny. Anyway, I think the catastrophic equipment failure’s done. So...go in there and see if there’s anything left.

...

Vanny: Kind of? I mean, there’s a bit of the casing left over, and the endo’s all right, but the body is, um...it’s...You might want to hack the camera and see for yourself on this one, boss.

Glitchtrap: I WILL if you’re gonna keep me HANGING like that. (scoff) Honestly, Vanny, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen a dead-HOLY FUCK WHAT EVEN IS THAT.

Vanny: I’ll never look at silly string the same way again.

Glitchtrap: The-the fluff...the poor fluff is CHARRED AND MATTED. AAUUUGGH. We were SO CLOSE to greatness, and now all we have to show for it is a hunk of crispy meat tendrils Vanny: (boss?), a couple square feet of CHARRED, DISGUSTING casing, (Vanny: Boss hold on a minute!) and a- oh for crying out loud, WHAT, Vanny?

Vanny: I think the meat’s moving.

Glitchtrap: ...holy smokes the meat’s moving. We...we DID IT, VANNY! We did it! We necromanced William Afton! Oh, this is gonna be GREAT!

Vanny: Ho boy. I’m gonna need to plug a lot of stuff into a lot of other stuff to keep the old guy alive. Be right back, boss! It’s mad science o’clock and I need some less exploded gear.

Glitchtrap: Go get that gear, Vanny! And be back by Graft-A-Living-Corpse-Onto-A-Metal-Bunny-Suit 30!

#audio #lore #okay MAYBE they didn't say these EXACT things #but it was the general gist of it

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neriumdelusion · 2 years

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TMA for the ask game!

HOOOLY SHIT OKAY!!! Mwah kisses you on the forehead/p

Blorbo - my blorbo is probably Michael! I was absolutely obsessed with that guy and the system decided to fuck around and get a fictive of him so that was a time! He’s got such an interesting character I love all the discussion around identity and if you have a self. Ot hit very close to home and he is very dissociation actually so that was relatable! Michael Shelley is great , on of the most anger inducing things is people infantilising Michael Shelley. He’s not a kid you absolute dipshit. The distortion itself is such a cool concept and I’m obsessed. Michael distortion is both but also not really either and waaa I love them<3<3<3 ALSO Melanie king! I cannot talk as much about her I have strong incoherent thoughts about her she is wonderful and probs the smartest archive assistant in the show. (Sasha was not ‘the brain cell’ actually she followed some blond weirdo to an abandoned pub) and her and Georgie are so much to me! BUT LIKE…Michael , Melanie and Sasha James too if I had to pick. Sasha means a lot to me and I disagree with the fanon of ‘oh she’s the brain cell’ no the fuck she is not, let a girl be a lil silly omg you guys hate to see a girlboss winning.

Scrunkly - hmm. You see all of them are just SO. I think if I was forced to choose I would go Jane Prentiss! I’m a strong believer she did nothing wrong, her arc hit very close as someone with bfrbs and dependency issues! She is wonderful I’m corruption aligned. I think a lot about her pre corruption and what she said in her statement about going to the park in the sun and drinking wine. It’s healing to imagine her doing the same while with the hive, or post-hive (I read a fic and it was good so now it’s canon) I think she is wonderful! And gorgeous with the worms btw, only lame people don’t think she’s cute with the worms.

Scrimblo bimblo - OLIVER BANKS. Get fucked he’s like sexiest best most epic guy ever he committed identify theft to take a nap and I felt him! Epic guy wonderful I don’t know too much about him but Oliver banks is one of my favourite characters! Not to mention I love end avatars, not aligned with it much myself but it slaps!

Glup shitto - RYAN (mentioned in episode 101, Michael’s statement) AND GABRIEL THE WORKER OF CLAY (I think he’s mentioned more than once but mainly ep 101 again) my lord I have so any thoughts about how Michael and Ryan’s childhood friendship literally lead to Michael becoming the distortion! What if Ryan’s not dead hmm? What I’d they reunited hmm? What if they were besties again hmm? Also the worker of clay is such a cool character, he basically worshiped the distortion and “dissolved his veins in crimson mud” when the great twisting failed. I’m obsessed. Since people like religious themes in relationships so much JUST LOOK AT GABRIEL WORKER OF CLAY!!!! So many opportunities here you’re all sleeping on them.

Poor little meow meow - Jon sad guy Sims my favourite pathetic archivist <3<3<3<3 he’s just sopping wet!! Love him!! Quite relatable but like specifically in seasons 2 and up. Don’t relate much to academic nerd my test week starts tomorrow and I haven’t done any revision. I can however relate to paranoia and suspicion of those who care about you <3 ! Idk if I have a problematic fave? I genuinely dislike Gertrude Robinson but I’m not like weird about it. System Michael feels quite strongly about it and I always disliked the fact she is reminiscent of adults I tried to gain the approval of and failed and got upset. Soooo I don’t like gertie but if you do good for you ! So Jon is my most pathetic guy I like methinks.

Horse plinko - my hc and fic track record would suggest Michael and Jon! And Tim! I love me some good Tim after realising not-Sasha isn’t Sasha! I love Tim but oh my lord that is the good shit. I would torment Elias bc fuck him (mad at what he did to Melanie and Martin specifically I don’t care if he kills people or is evil I’m mad at two very specific events).

Eeby deeby - we’ve already talked about my feelings on Gertrude. I hate her but that’s entirely for bias and personal reasons and she’s a well written and compelling character. I’m not like overly big on hating Elias he’s whatever, I DO hate Peter Lukas, I think people really minimise how awful he really was. He did what Gertrude did but he never had any good intentions! At least gertie was trying to save the world. Peter was just a dick. Of course he’s still funny and I like that he got PLAYED by Martin WOOO go Martin (didn’t fit any of the categories but Martin is very important to me and he’s a badass and cool stop being like ‘soft boy’ bc my lad he is a full grown man you’re just fatphobic.) anyways! Answer? MARY KEAY. I cannot believe I haven’t mentioned my hatred for her before. (She’s again well written the podcast is good so like obvs) BUT MY LORD. she is quite like our mother in some aspects and Gerry’s statement hit quite hard. She’s a bitch with do redeeming features no good intentions I would happily see her rot <3<3

And on that note!!! Thank you sm for the ask bestie I love an excuse to go back to my roots and talk about my lovely archives guys

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trexy225 · 2 years

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POYW-Chapter 5: Just Because I Can

Summary: I girlbossed my way too close to the sun like Icarus RIP

As soon as Otto stepped foot into the castle, his court swooped in on him like a flock of seagulls fighting for a scrap of food.

“Your majesty there are several declarations-” a man asked.

“Lord Dillon requests an audience with you-”

“The agricultural committee needs-” Otto sighed and looked at you.

“I need to take care of all this, I’m terribly sorry it’s just-” Otto started to apologize. “It’s alright King Octavius, I’ll take care of her,” Peter reassured him.

Otto nodded as he was whisked away, the chaos following him, you raised an eyebrow at that. The Atlantian court was busy of course… But they weren’t like that. You realized how much of a cultural gap that humankind had with your kind. This might be a problem.

“You can ta-see him again at dinner, there’s someone I would like you to meet.” Peter ushered you off, you stared at everything, it was all so different and fascinating. You were mentally taking notes to copy down for Olivia, you wished that she was here, she was so much better at sketching everything.

“Pamala?” Peter called out, a old woman popped her head out of the kitchens, she gave a warm smile as she approached Peter, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Peter! What a pleasant surprise, oh!” her eyes landed on you. “Who might this be?” she asked.

“As of right now, she doesn’t have one,” Peter answered her.

“Well I think the girl can speak for herself!” she harrumphed as she looked at you expectantly, you gave a resigned shrug.

“She’s a mute, unfortunately, while Otto and I were out doing our surveys we found her washed up,” Peter explained. “Oh, you poor thing! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you! Come, come, let’s get you into something…” she looked at your sail wrap. “More comfortable.” “Thank you Pamala, I must go help, Otto.”

“Oh have those vultures descended on him again? What about the system he tried?” Pamala huffed.

Peter gave a bitter laugh. “Do you really believe that they are that patient to wait their turn?” he asked.

“No, no they aren’t. Ok, get! Get!” she shooed him off as she whisked you away, you liked this woman. She had a no-nonsense attitude.

“I don’t quite enjoy not knowing your name… Could I try and guess it?” Pamala asked as she prepared your… well you had no idea what it was, but it was full of water and seafoam for some reason.

You nodded.

Pamala started listing off names, unfortunately, none of them were yours. She continued as she helped you into the water, you jumped at the temperature.

“Oh, is it too hot?” Pamala asked.

You didn’t really want to be rude, she was so nice, and you needed allies. You shook your head as you slowly got in. You picked up some of the seafoam.

“So when we die, we turn into sea foam?” a 6-year-old you asked.

“Yes, yes we do.” your mother nodded as she combed your hair.

“...is that it?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“What do the humans get?” you asked, looking up at her.

“Well, they have a human soul, so even though they only live a third of our lifetime, when they do die, it’s only their current form. Then their soul is turned into something new.” your mother explained.

“I wish I had a soul,” you muttered.

“It may sound nice, but it comes with a price. Humankind is greedy, manipulative, and do not fully appreciate life as we do.”

“Well, then why do you want to make peace with them? Father says-”“I want to make peace with them because whether your father and I like it, it will be the only way to save both of our kind.” your mother explained.

You bit your lip in deep thought, maybe if your mother could make peace with the humans, you could get a human soul and still be a mermaid?

You stared at the bubbles as you thought about the memory, what would your mother think about you now? You were still trying to foster peace, but you were also planning on marrying and killing the king and then running off with an evil sea witch into the woods the first chance you got. But what made you think that you could pull any of this off? You didn’t even think that you could kill the king, and then what would you do? You were an idiot… an idiot in love.

“Is something the matter?” Pamala asked, you snapped out of your thoughts and gave the woman a shake of the head, you eventually got out of the water and Pamala wrapped a soft fabric around you, you liked the texture.

“Do you know how to use a towel?” she asked, you shook your head. “Oh, well you simply rub it over your body and hair to dry off. Simple, right?”

You tried it, it was so interesting… everything here was so interesting. Pamala came back holding some garments. You were excited to try on clothes, you’ve only had your top, which was woven seaweed, but you and Olivia had once found a chest full of clothing, it was wet and some had been chewed up, but there was just so much of it. When Pamala unfolded the dress you gasped, it was the exact color of your tail… you couldn’t help the tears that sprung to your eyes, it was beautiful.

“Oh no… have I upset you?” Pamala asked worriedly.

You shook your head, you were just homesick, you decided to just listen to Pamala as she dressed you and did your hair and put some things on your face, but whatever she put on your face made it glow, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection.

“And then it turned out the cat was the one who had actually done it!” Pamala exclaimed, you gave a smile in the mirror… You had no idea what a cat was. You knew some catfish, but you didn’t think that was what she was talking about.

“Oh heavens! Look at the time, we must get you to dinner! Come, come!” she shooed you out of your chair, you stumbled at the things she put on your feet, they pinched… But she had done so much for you that you didn’t want to complain, you couldn’t really complain anyway. You tried to take a step… but you fell. Pamala yelped as she helped you up.

“...Let’s try some flats.” she commented, she slipped these “flats” on, they still pinched, but they were much more comfortable. You gave a grateful nod as you followed her to the dining hall, it was full of chatter but everyone fell silent when you entered, you wanted to go back to your room. This reminded you of the family gatherings, where your sisters would come back along with the aunties and uncles… the aunties were the worst, always comparing your body to your sisters. You didn’t want that here.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the honored guest that I was telling you all about.” Otto’s kind voice interrupted the silence, he got up, everyone got up as well, Otto offered his hand. You took it graciously and he led you to a spot right next to him. You saw some jealous looks shot your way. You gave a polite nod, Otto sat down, and everyone followed him, you sat down with everyone else, this must be a human ritual, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of all of these potential allies, and of course in front of Otto.

“So this is the silent princess that does not have a name?” a man across from you asked.

You gave a nod.

“You don’t speak at all?” a woman two seats down from you asked, you shook your head. A servant set down a flat disk, and you stifled a gasp as a dead fish lay on a steaming bed of white pearls, so this is what happened to them. You had no idea. You didn’t know what to do. You obviously couldn’t eat one of your subjects, but if you didn’t eat anything that would raise suspicions. So even though you knew that pearls weren’t edible you used your fingers to hesitantly pick a pinch of the pearls up and put it in your mouth, it was actually very good and chewy, there was a slight saltiness to it, you continued to eat. Everyone stopped eating and stared at you, you froze and hurriedly wiped your hands on the white cloth, fighting back tears.

“Savage!” a woman accused, murmurs of agreement followed her.

“How dare you all insult my guest?” Otto spoke up, his eyes stern, you looked up, surprised.

“With all due respect your highness, she is obviously wild, she does not deserve-” the man across from you started.

“We do not know where she comes from, maybe in her kingdom eating with their hands is considered civil, and eating with silverware is uncivilized. Like the South Asian Empire,” Otto retorted.

“She does not look South Asian.” a man muttered under his breath, Otto shot him a glare and he fell silent.

“Of course, of course, your majesty. You are correct, as always.” The man apologized.

“Which kingdom does she hail from?” a woman asked, glaring at you. This was starting to bring up memories of all the suitors you were forced to meet, but these humans were far worse, how did the king deal with them?

“She cannot speak.” the man next to her reminded.

“Well, can she write? Surely a princess can write.”

“She does not write English, Lady Hardy,” Otto informed her.

“But she can understand it? With all due respect, your majesty all of this does not add up.” Lady Hardy told him, agreement followed her.

“Whether or not she is truly a princess doesn’t matter, she is my guest and as long as she is so I expect all of you to help make her stay here as pleasant as possible,” Otto said sternly, anyone who disagreed with him didn’t say anything.

You lost your appetite, you listened to the conversations, a lot of them seemed extremely trivial, most of them could have probably been solved if either side wanted to compromise, you kept on shooting looks back at Otto, wondering what his thoughts were on this… dinner. You wanted to enjoy yourself, but you were so stressed. You excused yourself early and rushed off, you needed to see Olivia, you knew it must have come off as rude, but you were too flustered to really care. You closed the door to your room, kicked off the pinchy shoes, and fished the polished sea glass out of your bag, you tapped on it and crossed your fingers. You let out a relieved sigh as you saw Olivia’s face staring back at you.

“Thank Neptune you’re alright! And you look gorgeous!” she exclaimed, and you blushed furiously. You looked up and saw a piece of paper and a quill, you propped the sea glass upon the vanity and copied what you saw Otto do earlier on the beach, you scribbled down some words and showed them to Olivia.

“I managed to become the King's guest, just escaped a dinner. Reminded me of family and suitors.” Olivia muttered as she read it, she sighed.

“I’m sorry my love, I know that’s the entire reason why we’re doing this.”

You scribbled something else down.

It will be worth it when it’s all over.

Olivia gave a small smile as she nodded. “Your father is not happy… So far he hasn’t suspected me, just assumed that you’re a swim away bride or such. But pretty soon he’ll run out of options and decide to pin the blame on his favorite sea witch.” she sighed.

Will go faster

“No, no you need to take your time, don’t scare him off, ok? So-” Olivia started.

“Princess? Is someone else in there with you?” You heard Pamala call out, knocking on the door. “I love you, stay safe, ok?” Olivia muttered, you kissed the sea glass as you tapped it again, your girlfriend's face disappearing. You shoved it back in your bag and opened the door, Pamala sighed with relief as she whisked you away, undressing you and putting on a soft nightgown, she combed your hair as she chattered indignantly.

“The nerve of those nobles! I heard Hattie telling me about it, was the fish not to your liking?” she asked.

You shook your head.

“No as in it was not to your liking? Or no as in I liked it?” Pamala asked.

You held up one finger.

“Oh, our apologies, you did seem to like the rice however, it’s a delicacy, imported from the East Asia Empire, but there it is supposedly a staple food.” she informed you.

You found it interesting that there was such a wide array, there was a lot of diversity in the ocean, but here it was different, you couldn’t explain how though. But it was unique and interesting. You and Olivia should visit the South and East Asia Empires.

“Now the nobles have requested that you go through the princess trial, it’s a trivial thing… But it is a foolproof method to determine if you are a princess or not. I of course believe that you are a princess, but as you have seen from dinner, the nobility needs more convincing. They are preparing the room for you now.” Pamala explained.

Your heart raced as you pieced together what she was saying… A trial? You didn’t like the sound of that.

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weirdsht · 2 years

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Can

Can I not read the epilogues? Please

Omg this is gonna be a rant about me reading orv so like scroll away now because I'm on my phone so the keep reading thing doesn't exist, I'll put it as soon as I get a hold of my poor laptop

Bestie I'm telling you for the last time this is a personal, full on emotional rant that's messy asf so this is your last warning lol

THOSE LAST SCENES WERE TOO MUCH FOR ME FCK

Like Dokja scarily hitting too close to home fck, but I don't think I kin him

But at the same time as someone who like relies now on my child self (yes weird but that's trauma dump for another day😘) it's, it's really something

I just

I have no words just tears

The way he suddenly remembered things he didn't remember before, through it be just seeing his child self or through the disconnected film theory is also so fbdjdkddndjdkd

This guy, this fcking guy is the best embodiment of fcking trauma and u healthy coping mechanisms I've ever read before

Anyways yea I also did that lol, I mostly forget things that happen and only remember them if a new traumatic event is surfacing. Or if I do remember them on a good day it's like on a 3rd person's pov

Idrk what's that abt since I'm not in therapy lol

But what I'm trying to say it fck Dokja sacrificed too close to the sun that I can't girlboss my way around this one

Oh oh last thing

I rlly wanna try writing just abt anything about this series but I can't because I can't seem to comprehend their characters like wtf? Is this denial speaking or sum lol

That's all if you've read this (why) thanks ig? Lmaoooo

#le rants #not just a clown but a whole circus #orv kim dokja

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retvenkos · 3 years

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okay, i know that we established the fact that i once shipped u with our unproblematic king, steph(v)en meeks, but let's completely scratch this thought out of our heads, and we're actually missing the huge picture is that you'd be an absolute adorable couple with neil perry. actually, in all honesty, you'd be compatible with every poet, bestie! but.

neil & u would have a golden retriever boyfriend x girlboss duo, who's power would be UNMATCHED

obviously, i feel like in whatever au of whomever you end up with you and charlie are the reluctant family friends!!

and i think it's a given that neil would catch feelings first. i don't make the rules!

charlie would then push neil to talk to you at joint school party's (u can't tell me that henley hall and helton don't do school events together)

at first you're like 'ugh, charles, wtf do u want' and out pops neil like that one part where miss jenn welcomes mr mazarra to supervise the kids in s2, like a puppy dog

poor boy is so eager to talk to you, since he's seen you around town, and u did tech for midsummer (yeah, neil's alive in this au for my sanity and yours)

he ends up following you for the rest of the night and u both end up watching the party from the school staircase, talking about everything and anything

eventually you start hanging out with the poets, and obviously have clara, linds, and i come as moral support for hanging out w/ teenage boys

you both grow super close, and during the spring show rehearsals (it's singing in the rain, because we all need neil perry as cosmo brown in our lives) at henley he's actually glued to your side, and when you're backstage, he's practically always staring off into the wings and the director gets vvv annoyed!!!

but you're probably the teacher's fave out of the techies, so u get a pass for constantly finding excuses for hanging out with neil during rehearsals

mr keating eventually meets you, and gives neil the biggest pep talk for asking you out, which neil swears he was "planning" on doing. (no he wasn't)

that doesn't work, so eventually todd says something to him.

nobody can tell u what he said exactly, all the boys know is that there was a lot of muffled yelling and unearthly screeching

todd is your #1 fan btw, u writers have to stick together, right?

cameron, is the boy that tells u neil likes u before neil actually does

don't yell at me!!! but i feel like you and cam would be besties, and cam telling u is the most affectionate thing ever (i'm a cameron apologist. just. remember that cameron actually really liked neil.)

u don't say anything, or get to, because afterwards cam simply! runs away?? laivgbiagvirau

leaving you actually clueless

so after that turn of events, cameron's a big dummy and goes up to neil and is like "she doesn't like u :("

like nO??? u actually didn't give her a chance to respond bestie!!!

so this leads up to the day of the show, mhm?

neil avoids u all night, and u even got him a boquet of flowers, and now u just feel stupid. like damn. did that freckle faced nerdy ginger just lie to my face on purpose?

u feel offended, and go outside of the back of the school, where surprise! u see neil sulking about you :(

you're gripping his flowers and oh no! it starts to rain!!

(DON'T YELL AT ME YOU DESERVE A ROM COM MOMENT WITH A THEATRE BOY!!! cringe deserves rights!!)

so u walk over to him, and hand him the boquet of flowers, mary janes starting to ruin and he just looks up with the brightest smile, and you swear it feels like the sun's coming out (it's not)

neil doesn't say anything after that, and probably starts singing 'u are my lucky star' underneath his breath, and it's an unspoken invitation to start dancing in the rain

u both catch cold the day afterwards, but it was worth it because u dorks can take care of each other as an official couple!

bonus: lindsay probably gushes over the waltzing in the rain, while clara and i go feral over the fact that u got sick jnwvtkjbnkj

n knee ways this was incredibly cheesy, but u deserve it for how many ships u do for all of us! i cannot actually express how much i adore the jesper ask (my beloved, PLEASE!!! i want to milo's goat mom and be the one he trusts with his pistols!!! that is all i-) and we actually need to talk about the fact that kaz & u would be a power couple (and a gorgeous one too, bestie!!) sometime else, because i have MANY thoughts on that.

ily and make sure to take care of urself today! <3

cASS!!!!!!!!!!! you don't know how much i laughed and smiled at this ask,,,,,, dps my beloved,,,,,,

first of all,,, you think i'm compatible with every poet??? my power,,, lol, no, but i love that for me.

and charlie as my reluctant family friend is truly a superior dynamic. we both annoy the hell out of each other but would murder anyone should they be mean to the other. we know far too much about the other, but also have zero idea how the other reacts when not around family,,,,,,,, it's actually becoming a favorite headcanon of mine.

and todd, cameron, and i being besties!!!! okay,,,,, but i get the distinct vibes that you would be related to one of the poets, and that’s also how we get an in to their meetings (someone’s like,,,, *sigh* can my little sister bring her friends to our meetings?) and i mean if i had to pick someone,,,,, it’s a tie between todd and pitts. i just feel like you would work perfectly as the more outgoing sibling of a shy idiot.

(and girl, about waltzing in the rain,,,, no doubt you and lindsay were the ones to teach me. imagine having a sleepover and teaching me to ballroom dance in your bedroom with the radio on. in this dead poets society au, we are having all of the cheesy rom-com friendship moments together. we go to malls together, we whisper about boys at our lockers (which are right next to each other for convenience), we go to the movies together only to see the idiot boys, we do makeovers for each other,,,,,,, covid has me yearning.)

also i love the characterization of cameron in this,,,,,, the whole running away and “she doesn’t like you :(” is hilarious, i dIED.

and we can be techies together!!!!! i imagine clara and lindsay are actually performers, and after rehearsals when we walk home (because we all live in the same direction - spread across two neighborhoods for convenience) we share the tea between the actors and the techies. imagine our chaos <3.

anyway, who wants to daydream with me about this for the next 100 years???

and i’m so glad you love your jesper ship! i just love the idea of the two of you together. it’s golden. and me and kaz????? i have that energy???? i’m astounded and frankly, flattered.

#asks #cass — 🦢#i would die for you you know that?

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