#there is no catch and i am ok with shipping outside of the US!
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Headcanon I: Yandere
Warnings: Yandere is an archetype that defines a character whose love, admiration, and devotion is so strong that it can be expressed through forms of obsession and possessiveness.
Author’s Notes: I truly do not believe that Joel has a Yandere personality. He has some traits that may fit the archetype, but not enough for it to be consistently considered Yandere. Though Yandere is ultimately toxic, and he is ultimately a toxic man, I somehow like reading them and figured I’d stray off the path of canon once more to do one for him. Honestly, I feel like this is tame compared to some of the yandere I’ve read in the past. This is all based in the same universe as the main storyline that I JUST realized that I never created a title/name for.
Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Joel is all about survival. It stemmed from not letting his daughter’s death be in vein, then it just became a habitual instinct. When you came into his life, it became this intense drive.
Admittedly, he didn’t trust you at first, but when he finally let his walls down, they never came back up at least for you
Surviving to Joel means having the “either its you or me” mentality and he almost always chooses you over anybody else, even himself
Joel is 100% ok with sacrificing his life for yours
He would for sure take a bullet for you in a heartbeat
It’s just a cherry on top that he knows that you would do the same for him.
On one hand, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you, so he will make sure that the both of you survive
But on the other hand, he believes that he will see his daughter again if he dies and what better way to get there than to save you
Especially since he couldn’t use his life to save Sarah
He only survives for you
You are his reason
The same reason that he asks you to search for when you get mad at him for taking you away from the fireflies
You never told him what your reason was, but he desperately wanted you to say that it was him
His brother is a bonus reason once they reunite in Jackson
Ironically, he becomes more protective over you when the two of you decide to stay at the settlement.
Outside of Jackson’s walls, he needed you. He tried his best to do everything for you: shoot, sneak around, escape, etc...but he had to admit that he probably wouldn’t have made it out of some situations without you.
Within Jackson’s walls, it was easier to make sure that you were safe, but he still knew that there were dangers.
The number one danger that he anticipated was getting too comfortable
Baring the surname Miller, he became a well known citizen of the settlement
Joel used this to his advantage and made sure he kept eyes on you at all times through his connections
There was very little that you could hide from him at the end of the day
Joel tried not to let anything suspicious get to him, but he is more of an act first, think second kind of man
This would sometimes lead to arguments
Especially when you first find out about this and how long it’d been going on for
He’s done a good job at keeping all of that away from you and it takes you a while to catch on
He knew that you’d consider it spying instead of how he intended, care and protection.
Insists on giving you guitar lessons when he is in a lighthearted mood
Or when he knows that you are mad at him and he wants to say sorry
Despite how he comes off, he has an incredible amount of patience for those he cares about and is willing to take the time to teach you things
The two of you fall into a relationship without formally defining it
During your journey, before making it to Jackson, the two of you never got intimate. There were implications of romance, but there was never an appropriate time or place to act on it.
Once in Jackson, Joel was tired of dancing around the matter and took control of it
As soon as the two of you were left alone again by Tommy and Maria, he caressed your cheek in his hand and confessed his feelings with brevity
His vows were simply “I am yours and you are mine”
With the famous Joel glare gaze
He waited for you to agree
And luckily for the both of you, you did
He made sure that the two of you didn’t separate by having you live with him
He never stepped over your boundaries physically
As aforementioned, he has an abundance of patience and waits until you are comfortable enough to share a bed with him
As soon as you do, Joel is all in
His arms are wrapped around you
When he moves in his sleep, which is rare bc he sleeps like a rock, you move with him to keep the same locked position
Practically has a heart attack when he wakes up to a cold empty bed
Doesn’t consider himself a deep sleeper, but somehow you still manage to escape his grasp for one reason or another throughout the night without him noticing
Joel responds by laying a leg over yours to hold you in tighter
One of the first reasons why he feels the need to keep eyes on you
Wanna sign up for scavenging or patrol routes? Only if he has the time to sign up for the same ones you do.
Wanna work in the community gardens? Joel’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Want peace and quiet with the watch tower duty? He’ll be up in the tower first waiting for you to show up to your SHARED shift.
You asked if he ever got tired of you from being around you all day
Joel: “No” *continues to sip his coffee casually*
He knocks on the bathroom door if he feels that you are taking an excessive amount of time to check on you
Yes, he genuinely misses you, but he also wants to make sure that you haven’t suddenly died on him.
His protectiveness over you, before it got overbearing in Jackson, is what initially caused you to have feelings for him.
He is a possessive lover which has enough pros to keep you going, but definitely has its cons
As a private man, Joel is not into PDA
But he will do so if he feels his relationship is being threatened by an outside force
The most PDA he will do on a regular basis is keeping his hand on you at all times
Not necessarily hand holding, but keeping his hand on your lower back, back of your neck or your waist.
Sometimes, his fingers would dig into your skin to pull you closer to him
He would never harm or put his hands on you, but he left marks
A lot of marks especially after a pretty spicy night
As a private man, he likes the marks to be in places that he could only see
Every so often, he would let you leave the house with clear and visible marks even if there are no direct threats, just as a gentle reminder to anyone who is interacting with you in general.
He prefers his mouth or hands over anything to mark you; no ropes or other extra toys
Also in private, he loves to cuddle
He loves that you enjoy the weight of his entire body on top of yours
He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer than he thought he already was
Despite this, he makes sure that he doesn’t fall asleep in this position as he is afraid of suffocating you
He, instead, prefers to have you lay on him
Not just next to him with your head on his chest or an arm slung over
He wants your entire body on top of his like a weighted blanket too
Part of his obsession infatuation intoxication with you is because of your natural scent. Your pheromones if you will
Yours in particular drive him crazy in a way he’s never felt
The source is your sacred middle which is why there is never a dull moment in your and his sex life
Even in non sexual ways, he loves being around your pussy
cockwarming
Joel likes to lay his head on your fupa/lower stomach for the soft warmth and to easily take in your scent from the close proximity
If he’s not in a position to be touching you, he very often has his own eyes on you
He’ll offer up his special Joel glare that he saves just for you (barely any different from his usually glare)
While Joel is more serious than playful, he likes to turn it into a game by seeing you fight the urge to meet his gaze and to see how long it takes before you do so
He always gets jealous but is good at controlling it if the two of you are near each other and you are not giving him at least an once of attention.
Joel has a desire to protect you from unseen forces too, like colds or the flu, but doesn’t beat himself up when he fails to do so
He takes advantage of the times that you are sick because he gets to keep you all to himself in the house
Joel will put his foot down about not being able to work his patrol shifts because he’s too busy caring for you
Joel finds himself conflicted between not wanting to see you in pain and having you be completely dependent on him.
He’s also conflicted about getting you pregnant
He doesn’t want more kids for various “practical” reasons
Afraid of feeling guilt over replacing Sarah
Taking his energy away from protecting you to protect someone else
Afraid he may become too soft to protect either one of you by being wrapped around the babies finger
But he also wants kids with you for various reasons
One of his favorite ways to mark you is internally with his cum
The heavier you grow with his child, the more dependent you’ll need to be of him and it’ll be longer than a cold
He’ll convince you to be a stay at home mom, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the whereabouts of two separate people as the child would always be with you.
A child would most likely encourage you to stay within the settlement’s walls
He’ll try to convince you to want a child too
If you are not ready for one, he will be super patient and bring it up every so often to see if your answer has changed
At the end of the day, he has lost too much in his life and he will do everything in his power not to lose you either
#Yandere#Yandere Joel Miller#Joel Miller#the last of us joel#TLOU Joel Miller#tlou#tlou2#the last of us#The Last of Us 2#the last of us fanfic#joel x reader#joel miller fanfic#the last of us joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#Joel Miller x Fem!Reader#Joel Miller headcanon#TLOU headcanon#headcanon#reader insert
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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part IV
Ok, so this chapter is sort of filler-y, but I added an original Bolian character who I think is really fun, and just tried to utilize the space to give context and background info for our OC's job and her relationships with her friends!
We're ramping up to my favorite chapters and I'm so stoked to share them with y'all!
Tagging @deepspacedukat, @horta-in-charge, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @starrynightgardens if y'all are interested!
Part I | Part II | Part III | Read on AO3
Warnings: discussions about (canon) politics and negotiations with like, objectively bad dudes?; other than that, just fluffy friendship stuff | Words: ~2,765
The sleek interior of Starbase 395 never failed to amaze Emrys, although she had been there a handful of times before. With soaring glass viewports and spacious, open designs, the tranquility of space was welcomed in, lending its calm to the bustling of people inside.
Although 395 hadn’t initially been a very lively base, its proximity to Cardassian space meant that its atmosphere had changed somewhat during the war and since the armistice. Using the base as a primary location for repairs on ships along the front lines had brought more people - more engineers, more command officers, sometimes their families as well. Even with the signing of the armistice, the station remained busy, and more Starfleet officers had been offered posts there; more exploratory research was being done on the nearby Tama star system, more exobotanists were taking interest in the unique flora and fauna of New Halana, test probes were being sent to the nearby Vaultera Nebula.
To Emrys, it was a nice change of pace to be at a starbase. In her recent past, the only other time she was surrounded by this many people was on Cardassia which, naturally, presented a completely different atmosphere. There, she was an outsider, one who her native counterparts considered a threat to their expansion and authority. She represented, to them, everything they hated about the Federation. Which was fine, if that was the job she had been tasked with. She was following her orders. But it took a profound emotional toll to bear the brunt of that hostility for such long periods of time.
After Emrys had located and dropped her belongings off in her temporary quarters, she made her way to the stellar cartography lab. The lab at this base was truly enormous - several small rooms full of desk terminals and spherical interfaces preceded a large, 360-degree projection room with a rotating central terminal allowing for extremely detailed mapping and examination. The first time Emrys laid eyes on the space, she almost considered switching careers. Almost.
“Em!” Catching the flash of bright blue in the corner of her vision, Emrys turned just as she was crushed into a veritable bear hug by Lieutenant Byha Safar, her favorite Bolian star mapper. Emrys and Byha had met during Emrys’ very first communications posting aboard the USS Avondale, where Byha was already working in the stellar cartography lab. The women became fast friends, and Emrys had even been to visit Byha’s home on Bolarus IX. Emrys found their personalities to be a good match – Byha’s bright, bubbly energy made her instantly likable to almost everyone and covered some of the gaps in Emrys’ own self-confidence. And Emrys had a way of calming her friend, reminding her of consequences and how to keep her cool in times of tension.
“I’ve missed you so much, By!” Emrys croaked out, her chest constricted with the force of Byha’s arms wrapped around her.
Finally, Byha relented, releasing Emrys, but placing steadying hands on her shoulders and carefully sizing up her human friend through narrowed eyes.
“You look tired,” she offered.
“I am tired,” Emrys replied with a snort.
Much more gently this time, Byha pulled Emrys back into her embrace. “I’ve missed you too, Em.”
Pulling away again, she offered up a brilliant smile and led Emrys by the hand to her workstation.
“I took the liberty of pulling up some of our most recent maps from the Kalandra sector so I can get an idea of what we’re working with,” she said as she plopped herself down at her console. Emrys leaned over behind her to get a view of her screen as Byha pulled up the 2-dimensional rendering of the area.
Byha hummed thoughtfully, enlarging the area around Minos Korva and locating the closest established Cardassian border. “So, what exactly are they saying is the problem?”
Emrys sighed. Glancing around to make sure no one could overhear, she pulled another chair up beside Byha’s. “Well, during the war,” she explained, “the Cardassian Central Command attempted to annex Minos Korva, saying that it fell within Cardassian borders, that it wasn’t in Federation space, even though it’s been considered a Federation territory for almost 30 years now.”
Byha ran a worried hand over her bare scalp. “Then what happened?”
“They didn’t manage to annex it – the problem is that now that we’re in negotiations, they’re claiming our maps are in error because of a miscalibration and that, if that miscalibration were to be corrected, Minos Korva would belong to Cardassia. Needless to say, they haven’t exactly been forthcoming about their plans for the system, but given what’s happening on Bajor, I think we can probably guess,” she added bitterly.
“They’re just… pushing really hard on this one,” Emrys lamented. “Figuring out borders has honestly been the most high-intensity part of these negotiations so far. Nobody wants to give up anything they think is theirs.” She rolled her eyes.
Byha laughed somewhat grimly. “Sounds about right,” she added. She took a deep breath. “So, it sounds like what we need to do is prove that a miscalculation did not occur, thereby confirming that Minos Korva’s current location is mapped correctly and does not exist in Cardassia’s existing borders.”
Emrys nodded decisively.
“Alright, no problem,” Byha added cheerfully. “Well… I hope,” she added more seriously. “I’ll have to search for the records on that particular cartography survey and find all the specs on the reference beacons used. Hopefully that should prove everything was running correctly at the time the survey was completed.”
Emrys grinned. “You’re an absolute lifesaver, By. I will buy you dinner every night that I’m here if you can find that information.”
Byha cackled. “Oh, well, with free dinners on the line, I will work harder than I’ve ever worked on anything before.”
— — —
Emrys kept her promise to Byha that evening, the women tucking eagerly into plates of clamda rice pilaf, Terran beef, and I’danian spice pudding. Deanna and Will had passed by their table shortly after their own arrival, and Byha had jumped up immediately to hug them both, insisting that they join her and Emrys for dinner.
It was the most fun Emrys had had in a very long time, her cheeks beginning to ache from laughter. It was the closest she’d come to feeling surrounded by family since Silas’ passing and Emrys allowed the warmth expanding in her chest to settle for a while, hoping she could easily recall the feeling once she’d returned to Cardassia.
“So, Byha,” Deanna began slyly, her eyes flickering over to Emrys for a moment. “Have you heard about Emrys’ new beau?”
Emrys choked on her Trixian bubble juice, coughing powerfully as her face turned crimson.
“What?!” Byha squealed over Emrys’ coughing, her eyes wide, darting between Emrys and Deanna.
Even Will looked intrigued, his eyebrow quirked as he gazed at Deanna.
“A beau?” Emrys croaked. “Really?”
“I need all of the details,” Byha continued, propping her chin on her hand, eagerly awaiting an explanation from anyone at the table.
“Ugh,” Emrys grumbled, finally clearing her throat. “I’m not sure that choice of words is appropriate,” her eyes slid to Deanna’s to shoot her a glare, “considering that I’ll probably never see him again.”
Byha’s lips immediately tugged into a frown, her eyebrows knitting in concern. “Aw, really?”
“No,” Deanna said, at the same time Emrys contradicted her with her own, “yes.”
Rolling her eyes, Emrys sunk lower in her chair, wrapping an arm around herself. She knew Byha would never let it go, so she braced herself to get it over with.
“Did you hear about the Phoenix incident last week?” she asked with a sigh.
Byha nodded.
“I was on the Enterprise when Captain Picard was ordered to find Maxwell. There was a small group of Cardassian soldiers who came aboard to offer passage through Cardassian space as we searched for the Phoenix. Since I’ve spent so much time dealing with Cardassians recently, he asked if I would help escort them, keep an eye on them, keep them entertained, you know….” She took another gulp of bubble juice, the carbonation blending with the gloom swirling uneasily in her stomach.
“One of them – one of the gul’s aides – was very different than any Cardassian I’ve ever met. He was quiet and curious and introspective. And in front of a Federation member, no less… He was really sweet and really, really cute,” she added, cringing slightly at how that sounded. Like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Lost in her brief memories with Daro, she missed Deanna and Byha’s eyes meeting in shared hopefulness for their friend.
“Did anything… happen?” Byha asked with a waggle of her eyebrows.
Will snorted into his brandy and Emrys turned, unbelievably, an even deeper shade of red.
“No! Of course not!” Emrys ran tired hands down her face slowly. “He was just… I don’t know. It felt like there was something there, some kind of spark or something – ugh, that sounds so corny.” She dropped her hands dejectedly into her lap. “Plus there’s the whole element of like, ‘we were just at war with these people’ – even if, in some miraculous turn of events we got into contact and started something, I can’t imagine that it would reflect well on either of us.”
“Oooh,” Byha sighed dreamily. “Forbidden love.”
Emrys groaned and flicked Byha with some of her juice.
“We just want you to be happy,” Deanna offered. “You’ve had a rough couple of years, and I can feel how much this current posting is draining you-”
“But they’re my orders…”
“I know,” she nodded gently. “I’m just saying that I think there should be something that’s just for you, too. You’re giving up a lot for Starfleet, for the Federation, and right now it’s preventing you from living your own life outside of your job. And that’s not healthy.”
“You deserve to be happy,” Byha cut in kindly. Deanna nodded her agreement.
“You can’t give your whole life to the job, Em,” Will added, his blue eyes meeting hers meaningfully. “It will take it, if you let it.”
Emrys nodded reluctantly, hot tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. With a great sniffle, she straightened in her chair.
“That still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a way to contact him, and even if I did, I have no idea when we’d ever be able to see each other again.”
“Do Cardassians have shore leave?” Byha asked curiously to no one in particular. Emrys shrugged.
“That’s what I mean,” she grumbled.
Deanna cleared her throat pointedly. “You’re a communications officer, Emrys. If anyone could figure out how to contact him, it would be you.”
Emrys sighed in resignation. “Maybe when I get back to Cardassia, I’ll see if I can pull some strings. I think I’m owed more than a few favors at this point.”
— — —
The next several days found Byha and Emrys poring over their respective and joint work efforts. Emrys spent much of her days drafting up a revised plan for shipping allowances. Her third day on the station, however, she received a message from Admiral Nechayev with details on new points that Emrys was to bring up at the next meeting on Cardassia. These particular points filled Emrys with dread, bubbling just beneath the surface of righteousness. She bit at her thumbnail as she read the message over and over again, trying to work out how to present the Federation’s strategic condemnation of Cardassia’s Occupation of Bajor in the most indisputable way possible. Initially, little was done about Bajor’s plight, Emrys had learned, as it was not widely known. Even Starfleet had refused to intervene. She found herself ruminating over whether or not the Cardassians would bring this up - if they would want to know why the Federation “suddenly” cared.
Emrys was, of course, personally against the forced occupation of any planet, and she’d been made well-aware of the atrocities that were being committed on Bajor by the Cardassian military. She was angry and disgusted by them. She also knew that the Cardassians were likely to fight hard against this term; that this term alone was something that could draw out the treaty process another few years if they thought it would get them a positive outcome. Especially since the Federation was now adamant that no treaty would be signed unless Cardassia withdrew from Bajor.
The Federation’s goal in this treaty point was one Emrys agreed with. Bajor should be free. She just needed to figure out how to win that argument against Ziven and the Cardassians. She sent a carefully-worded message back to Nechayev in an effort to get something she could compromise with.
For days after that, Emrys shifted gears to the Bajoran front and began carefully researching the history of the Occupation and its impact on Cardassian trade and economy.
Nearing the end of her stay on the station, Byha found Emrys hunched over a PADD near one of the windows in the replicator lounge.
Plopping down beside her and startling Emrys out of her trance, Byha smiled cheerfully. “I have good news! Well, it’s not good, I suppose, but it’s not bad, either. It’s just… you know, factual.”
Emrys chuckled. “Ok. What’s the news?”
“I want to show you! Come on!”
Emrys followed Byha back to the stellar cartography lab, where her friend led her straight past all the work terminals and into the projection room. It appeared that Byha already had it set up, with the star map depicting Minos Korva and its surroundings displayed in a 360-degree panorama.
Emrys turned in a slow circle, the image of deep space and all its shimmering contents breathtaking.
With a few taps on the central panel, the image altered, red lines and colored expanses appearing on various sections of the image. Emrys’ hands landed on her hips as she turned in a circle again.
“Ok, so what am I looking at?”
“Well,” Byha sang, “I can confirm that our maps are not wrong.”
Emrys nodded thoughtfully. “Ok, I’m going to need you to prove it to me because I’m going to have to prove it to them.”
“Of course!” Byha sat behind the control panel and zoomed in on some of the colored lines composing the map’s three dimensional overlay.
“This tan section here denotes Cardassian space, as has been defined by Federation maps. However, these borders have been the same since before the war, without dispute from them.” Byha glanced back at Emrys over her shoulder. “So you can use that point in your debate, if you need to. Based on the notes you sent me from the last treaty session, it seems that they’re now trying to say that their whole border is off by about 4.7 lightyears,” she pivoted the projection again, adding a red line that overlapped the blue Federation space sections by a rather large margin, “and that their border should be shifted that amount towards galactic center, which would be giving them huge swaths of territory all along it.”
She shook her head slowly, zooming her projection out further, to show the extent of that change. “If we did that, they’d be able to annex everything in what you’re trying to establish as the Demilitarized Zone, large parts of the Maxia and Actium sectors, several Federation starbases, and of course, Minos Korva.”
“But!” she continued almost triumphantly. “I did some digging. The Cardassians are trying to say that these borders are incorrectly mapped because of an error caused by the reference beacons used in the mapping, right?”
Emrys nodded, Byha’s excitement managing to rub off on her just a bit. A smile pulled at her lips.
“I have triple-checked the specs on every reference beacon used during that survey, and they were all in good working condition!” She leaned back in her chair, a smug look on her face.
Emrys’ smile grew into a full-fledged grin. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Byha nodded unabashedly. “Yeah, I know - I went ahead and sent you all the documentation you should need so you have access to it when you get back to Cardassia.”
Emrys threw her arms around her friend gratefully. Although she knew from experience that Cardassians could - and would - argue about these borders anyway, even with proof, it bolstered her confidence to have this kind of information to back up her arguments.
“How will I ever repay you?” Emrys asked drolly.
Byha sighed, but her smile remained. “Honestly? You could pay me back by giving that Cardassian guy a call?”
#star trek#star trek tng#star trek the next generation#glinn daro x oc#glinn daro x fem!oc#glinn daro#daro star trek#cardassians#i love him your honor#i officially have cardassian brainrot#deanna troi#will riker#lieutenant byha safar
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BAJI X READER THE LITTLE MERMAID!
thank you for sticking around this long because my lazy ass lost inspiration for it after the first chapter. We love that.Anyway without further ado let’s get into it yuh…
previous part
“y/n lets go, we shouldn’t be out here, its dangerous!” the princesses best friend, Takemitchi , pleaded to her.
But none the less the girl swam on with a simple, ”don't be such a crybaby! it’ll be fine i got your back!”
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“A-at least wait for me…”takemitchy gasped trying to keep up with his h/c friend. Hearing this the young girl stopped but soon sped off again seeing the thing she was looking for.
“There it is…” the girl said pointing to the wreckage that used to be a beautiful ship. “Isn’t it fantastic!” she squealed.
“Yeah, yeah it’s awesome.. OK WE’VE SEEN IT NOW LETS GO! I gotta bad feeling ‘bout this place.” The boy said desperately trying to get the girl to leave with him. But the girl being as stubborn always, ignored his warning and swam off to the boat leaving him no choice but to follow her.
“ come on Y/n I feel like I’m comin’ down with something. Like my throat feels all itchy and-“
“now don’t tell me you’re getting cold fins now are you?” The h/c girl cut him off.
“Me? NO WAY!”
“then I suggest we get our fins in there and explore mr. Bravery!”
“I told you no way I’m not getting in that thing. You can literally see the mold growing on it!”
“Fine then,” she smirked,”you can just say out here and watch out for sharks~”
“Alright- wait SHARKS!? OK OK MAYBE THIS PLACE ISN'T SO BAD!” He yelled swimming into the ship, unknowingly getting the attention of something big.
“y-y/n do you really think that there might be s-sharks in here?” He friend nervously asked.
“Oh takemitchy don’t be such a guppy!” The girl giggled.
“I’m not a guppy….”
They continued exploring the abandoned place as the princess gushed about all the cool things they where finding.
Suddenly takemitchy slammed into a skeleton and jumped back breaking some of the ship down.
“HOLY SHIT TAKEMITCHY ARE YOU OK!?”
“yeah I’m fine let’s just get out of here before we see a- SHARK!!!”
All of the sudden a huge shark was heading straight towards them. They swam all around trying to get away or though something at it to catch it off guard but nothing worked, as it continued to eat through it. In all of the panic Y/n had dropped her bag and swam off to get it barely escaping the sharks jaws. They swam outside and barely made it out. They where only alive because Y/n had somehow gotten the shark stuck inside an anchor.
“and this is why we listen to me.” Takemitchy said as they swam to the surface.
“oh whatever… crybaby!” The girl teased
“I AM NOT!”
shortly latter they where at the surface where a certain pink stained seagull was lounging around muttering nonsense.
“SANZU!! GUESS WHAT WE FOUND!” The little mermaid squealed!
“oh holy jesus!” He yelled holding out his telescope,”MERMAID OFF THE PORT BOW! Y/N HOW YOU DOING KID!” He put his instrument down and added,” damn that’s a hell of a swim you did. But more importantly, Let’s see whatcha got this time sweetie!”
“ok first I have this weird thing,” she says pulling the silver object outta her bag.
“Ooh, look at this!” He gazed mesmerized by the object. “it’s a DINGLEHOPPER!”
“ it’s a what?” The h/c girl said confused.
“ looks like I gotta explain huh?” The bird said with fake pizazz.
“uh yeah you kinda do,” takemitchy said with the most sass he could put in a sentence. He always hated sanzu but never could tell why. Ehh maybe in another life he could know.
“oh since you insist~ Humans use these babies to straighten their hair out. Just a little twist here and a yank there,” he demonstrated,” and you gotta due that humans go nuts over!”
“Wow that’s so cool!” The princess exclaimed.”what about this one!” She says holding up a peculiar looking object.
“In all my years… i’d never thought I would ever see one of these!” He said in awe.
“WHAT IS IT,WHAT!”
“it’s a banded, bulbous, snarfblat!”
“Oooh sweet what does it do!”
“welp this little baby goes back to ancient times where humans would just sit down, and stair at each other. It got very boring. So one day the humans got up and made this this baby to create fine music-“
“music…. OH SHIT THE CONCERT MY FATHERS GONNA KILL ME!” She girl yelled as she gathered her things!
“THANK YOU SANZU!” The girl said swimming away.
“ANY TIME SWEETIE!”
that was the last thing she heard as she and her best friend swam to the depth of the ocean.
to be continued……
#Disney#tokyo revengers#tokrev#x reader#toman x reader#tokyo Revengers x reader#Y/n#baji keisuke#Baji keisuke x reader#the little mermaid#the littlemermaid x reader#Idk#anime#baji x reader#prince baji#Disney x reader#mermaid reader
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Do you ship calron? If you do could you give me some fluffy headcanons or maybe.. dare I say.. angsty ones?
HI HELLO OK
yes I am very much a calron shipper!!! I’m not that good at coming up with headcanons but I have a few!!
- Before they get together literally everyone knows that they’re crushing on each other except them and Jasper and Tamara keep teasing them about it (I’ve seen this in a few fics before oops but it’s so true)
- Aaron remembers the exact food that Call picked out that time Master Rufus transformed bologna into their favorite foods when they first got to the magisterium, and he learned how to make it for calls birthday (ranch dressing on spaghetti is still gross by the way Tamara was right)
- At one point animal control takes havoc away cause he’s literally a wolf and they just go on a crazy escapade to free him (it probably ends with the animal control building on fire)
- Aaron always knows the exact gifts to get Call for Christmas even if he doesn’t ask him
- Call swears a lot but Aaron always says stuff like “heck” and “darn” instead and call thinks it’s adorable
Ok now the angst!! I don’t have much for this cause I usually write fluff (Most of these accept TGT as canon im so sorry…. I’ve betrayed you all…….)
- At one point after everything, Aaron has a nightmare about the enemy’s fortress and wakes up, screaming and screaming like he did when first revived, and he can’t stop until call comes over and comforts him
- It takes a while to get used to Aaron’s soul being in Alex’s body, and sometimes Call catches himself looking at Aaron like he’s Alex. Call hopes Aaron never notices, but he does.
- In the collegium, everyone is whispering about and spreading rumors about them like when they were first Makaris all over again, but worse.
- There are still a few Chaos-ridden outside of the Order of Disorder around the school. Call has trouble going into the forest because it feels like they’re always watching him.
Sorry I’m not very good at angst gah </3
Also hi tumblr I have RISEN from the GRAVE (rereading this stupid series (/affectionate) again (I have a problem))
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sanji and pudding are cute together as completely platonic friends.. like he is a good FRIEND for her. i think she just needs someone in her life who isnt going to ridicule her for her eye and . like. fully accepts her. and that is who sanji is.
i wouldn't have an issue if it was just like. a one sided crush either. which it kind of is but i don't trust oda to have those intentions. i know its realistic to have kids crush on older people,, and i think its interesting to portray that as long as the adult isnt being creepy and weird. like u can have an adult that is accepting of the kid who's crushing on them. and the adult is also like "this is never going to happen. u should find someone your own age, that would be healthier". it is inherently pretty uncomfortable to have a kid crush on you i would assume, but they could still have a healthy relationship
i also want all the straw hats there!! i dont think i'll be satisfied if they arent all there..
THATS OK IT WAS STILL INTERESTING!!
this is so funny, i actually watched that video a while ago (passively. as in i was actually trying to sleep and also listen at the same time). but YEAH i think he is so right... the charm .. the something that zoro has. is not there. thank GOD i didnt miss the fuck...
NOT THE MAD WORLD REFERENCE
oh for sure the like 3 layers of translating is probably a big reason for the awkwardness. i (personally) think he has autistic energy outside of that one interview (i think i was kinda unclear which is why i am . bringing it back up) but . ofc. i am not going to diagnose a man I dont know anything about LOL
no shame in this household!!!! there is already plenty to go around
VERY ASEXUAL FRIENDS SEEING UR HORNY POSTING.... SOUNDS LIKE A NIGHTMARE. my very asexual friend does not use social media thank god. i .. i could never let her see me like this ... for her own sake..
u also forgor ur gender for a bit thats so funny..
im very thankful there are at least a FEW nsfw questions about men in the sbs... equality!! but we must strive for equity.. sexualize the men 3x more /hj
i have a friend who knows a bit of japanese but i always feel so bad relying on ppl who know other languages LOL. like.. im sorry ... our friendship means so much more to me than ur job as my translator sometimes... but i think the foreign fans use a translator app, bc im pretty sure oda has said the wording is wonky because of the translator
ive seen a bit of trixie and katya!! im at least familiar with who they are. at my highschool (that i went to for only the last two years i was in school) we had some drag queens come to school for a show.. it was interesting. i had never seen drag in person. and then we also had a drag show with students which wasnt as involved
"for legal reasons (haha get it)" LOL
perfect representation of a sanji courtroom. since u are sanji magistrate ur word is law. literally.
oda can have credit .. as a treat.
it IS compelling tbh but it's. as u kinda said. its mostly just mentioned briefly and then not brought back up. i do NOT want to see it come to fruition.... if they killed each other.... me next
"I WOULD LIKE CROSS GUILD AS A POLY SHIP MORE IF IT DIDNT FEEL MEAN WITH HOW OFTEN THEY BEAT UP ON BUGGY AND ALSO BC I THINK BUGGY BELONGS WITH MR. RED HAIR." YEAH EXACTLY!!!!! i too love a one sided ship. shuggy angst is literally so good.. wait til u catch up theres a . theres a moment. theres a shuggy moment that is SO angsty. they have so many problems they should just kiss and that would solve everything!
"OH NO BRO….HANNYAGELLAN…ITS HAPPENING…"
i also heard abt the falling down the stairs meaning suicide thing, but i only heard abt it super recently. ur right she wouldnt have done that!! she was finally feeling like. things were looking up . because of zoro!! he helped her feel better!! n then she died. i agree that he probably sees a promise as an ironclad thing. he would literally die for a promise he made. he definitely isnt stupid either, and is generally pretty untrusting of new people
SHARING FANFIC U WROTE???? :D
"Dreams. Ambitions. Drive. Do what that day stole from Kuina. Defeat Dracule Mihawk. Become the world’s greatest swordsman- for both of them." i love this part
"This isn’t a good sign for his current navigational endeavors." HE GOT LOST..... that made me laugh
"Kuina. He doesn’t think of her as often as some might think. He doesn’t dwell on the past, only reflects on it." accurate for zoro!!!!
i feel sad for him :( he sounds a bit. regretful? is that a word.. thnk u for sharing i lov .. i love .. when ppl share their art with me.. thank u..
"but do i ever actually make those things….no. i do not" psh... typical..... /lh
oh boy im so excited to take ibuprofen with u!!!!
"its just. SO COOL!!!! TO SEE PEOPLE ACT WITH SUCH PASSION AND PORTRAY EPIC STORIES..RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! LIVE!!" YOU GET IT!!!! YOU GET IT!!!!! NO ONE EVER GETS IT ... U GET IT!!!
yes u got me i like sanji now 😔����😔😔😔 congrats on converting me😮💨 /lh. ill send u another 4kids sanji video to get back at u for this *shakes my fist in rage*
i love seonghwa!!! (obviously!!! since im ot8 !!!)
THE LAW PUN... I DINDT NOTICE AT FIRST .... im so glad u have the hawaiian shirt comic saved. i have multiple pictures of him saved and i refuse to delete them despite my phone storage being rly low.. and im not doing anything with them. im just attached.
look at how much i talk about him... im normal . its only been a month and a half since i restarted one piece and i hadnt talked abt him at all before that.. im normal.
ok my law thought s are.. well the most recent thought . was actually. uh.
yeah this was a normal thought. for sure.
this was the thought that led to that .
i just think u could have a lotta fun with his powers. outside of making abstract art. i want to know what its like to be law . in body. he is tall. and like. i would be able to teleport himself and other things.. which is a big thing when u can't get enough energy to get out of bed. and i have food allergies so i could eat whatever i want.. and i wouldnt have periods... i would automatically be stronger bc he has muscles. yeah.. i wish i could experience all that.
and that is all for now bc i think those r ...intense.. thoughts... to have... or maybe they arent, i dont really have an understanding of what is normal
"i wonder if it relates to his backstory and the possible trans-ness of it?" i was kinda thinking this too.. or like maybe it had something to do with his childhood or something. idk. croc backstory when!!
"he’s after freedom and what use is it if u destory the freedom of others while searching for it for yourself?" YEAH!!! U WORDED IT WELL,,
"HIS 4DUB VOICE PAINS ME PHYSICALLY" *sends another video* (i am actually going to do this but i was planning to anyways so dont feel pressured to watch it or respond LOL)
"i have a playlist where i put my fav one piece shits."
D:!!
crying, sobbing at the fact u know abt nika
ok honestly if it was just a bug collection... that would be so cute ... the one piece was the bugs we met along the way
"so i think it might be related to…joyboy/nika/ the SUN…i think maybe its like a. a hat maybe. thats my guess. sun hat. from the original joy boy. its not a good guess but its all i HAVe"
take this how u will
bartolomeo... maybe he is called the cannibal bc he has big teeth... or maybe its his name from when he was beating ppl up all the time as a .. gang leader? or whatever he was? maybe he "cannibalized" other groups??
end of the e-letter is for memes now
very very true. when she was sobbing after i left i actually felt so so bad for her ;-; like someone PLEASE get her out of there!! god SAME FOR REIJU. sanji got to escape but reiju and pudding are both stuck with their respective shit abusive families…it sucks. i hope we get to see both of them doing better by the end of the series!!
“i wouldn't have an issue if it was just like. a one sided crush either. which it kind of is but i don't trust oda to have those intentions.” YEA I MADE A POST ABOUT THIS (i think i accidentally queued it) BUT. YEA I DOUBT HE DOES ���� looks at shirahoshi. looks at rebecca
ITS A MAAAAAD WOROORORRLDLDL
also nodding my head no problem i got what u meant about inaki
UR RIGHT NO SHAME….PUTS MY YAOI PROUDLY ON THE FRIDGE
i still need to finish the opla video. i watch it while i eat lmao
OKAY HE HASNT MENTIONED IT SO I HOPE HE JUST DIDNT SEE IT OR. WILL NEVER BRING IT UP. its funny u say that tho bc my OTHER ace friend very supportively read this vampire zosan fic i wrote and they’re in their own words like violently ace and also sex repulsed and i WARNED THEM that there was a sex scene in that chapter i WROTE A CHAPTER NOTE AT THE BEGINNING WARNING SO and they STILL accidentally read it and texted me SO CONFUSED AND THEN EMBARASSED THEY WERE LIKE “its hot in the room?? wait i dont get it?? 🤨 - WAIT. OH NO-” funniest shit ive ever seen in my life. literally “hey. be careful dont look at that.” “huh? [staring blindly at sun]
actually every nsfw sbs question asked about the men was me. it was all me. next i will be asking the size of katakur- [gunshots]
KJSBDKJ I HAVE TWO FRIENDS THAT SPEAK FRENCH (ONE A NATIVE SPEAKER AND ONE WHO MAJORED IN IT AND NOW LIVES IN FRANCE. WITH THE OTHER FRENCH FRIEND) and when writing scenes where sanji spoke french i was too embarrassed to ask either of them for help but they bullied me into letting them help 😭😭😭 so i feel u so hard 😭😭😭
and ur right, i actually just read a chapter where someone did that from vietnam i believe (they used a machine translator)
i love drag sm!! u made me remember how much i liked it and i watched some more drag clips yesterday lmao.
okay in terms of the death pact thing i feel like oda drops those things and always comes back to them…i DONT WANT THEM TO FIGHT EITHER BUT ALSO I SOOOO DO. kinda like how reading whole cake island ws painful for me but also i loved it. but i will need to wait a bit before reading it again. i dont think theyre gonna kill each other tho. i think itll be a moment that brings them to a better understanding of each other/their relationship. i dont mean that in a zosan way just literally in canon as crewmates. and i think it will be JUICY bc those bitches have been bickering for over 20 years…and then finally theres a big ultimate final zoro vs sanji battle like dudebros always clamor about. i want to see a setup where they’re forced to face the fact that they dont get along but still care for each other but also what to do when faced with a choice like that against someone you hate but also care for. and what zoro will do. bc i genuinely have a feeling zoro will fight him to the fucking end but not kill him when it comes down to it. even though zoro keeps promises like they’re oaths…so. i think it may be an outside element that stops the Murder from occuring. zoro may or may not actually attempt it KDSNC. its so fun to think about to me. im so ready
shuggy moment? 👁️i know oda would not make any gay ship canon (probably most ships tbh) but why does shuggy feel like one of the most likely to me. in a weird way. KADJNFVDK. you know how in the og visual novel for clannad the “bad end” was a gay ending with your male best friend. that is canon shuggy to me. oda doing it kinda halfheartedly in a roundabout way for laughs but the fandom is popping bottles (we popping the BIGGEST bottles when shuggy happens tomorrow-)
on zoro and promises and etc etc…do u think zoro will get more development of him as a character by the end of the story? zoro is a character that’s beautiful in his simplicity but sometimes i want to know him more you know?? he’s kinda mysterious in a closed off way even tho we know what he’s about and. i wanna know more abt him. put him in more fucked up situations. i wanna see zoro suffer in a way that isnt just a tough battle.
im glad u liked it !! :D thank u!!
HAHAHAHA SANJI CONVERT !!! LET’S SEXUALIZE THAT BLONDE MAN ‼️(priorities 🫡)
(the 4kids sanji video will get back at me. it will. i will suffer but i will do it.)
i have so many random op images saved in my phone…not to mention my laptop’s screenshot folder…WAIT THAT REMINDS ME JFDBVSJD i have an internship at an art gallery and i need a laptop for the job so i use my own but its my personal laptop.. and once i had to test a powerpoint but i dont have word so i had to use my personal google slides account and WHILE CONNECTED to a GIANT PROJECTOR…THIS briefly flashed on the screen before i frantically clicked away. no one saw but i. i did. (for reference this was for pwp night. and i have still nbot finished it)
i dont talk about sanji in my friend discord server bc None Of Them Watch One Piece but in my dms with my other op friend…let’s look.
on god
this is from both of us together. BUT STILL
(nodding) no go on what animal parts
law’s powers are SO fun. i wish he switched ppls bodies more often!! its such a fun trope its such a guilty pleasure for me!! also room is just. such a cool ability. i love teleportation characters (thinks about nightcrawler from xmen…my blue king). also THAT LAW COMIC I MENTIONED U IN THE TAGS. JHFVBDKAS THE FOURTH PANEL WHERE ITS JSUT THE SEA CREATURES AND HIS DEAD FACE DOING THE ROOM POSE GETS ME EVERY DAMN TIME
is law tall?? i guess he just seems short in comparison to like. doffy. (looks it up) DAMN THIS BITCH IS 6’3???
also funny law story i just remembered. sometimes i sell my art at gay art markets. and one time. at a halloween themed one. there was . this random law cosplayer. which yea its halloween thats a costume but for future reference i want to be clear this was like the only anime cosplay. everyone else was like cartoons or monsters or fairies or cats or some shit. well the law cosplayer is set up right across from me and i had JUST started my one piece hyperfixation so i was Extra Crazy abt it and i was literally flipping out so nervous but excited so i dragged myself over and was like “omg…hi…i love ur law cosplay….i just got into op and i havent met him yet but i see him everywhere…” and they were super nice!! but then. later. i go visit my friend’s booth. and . the ONLY other anime cosplay at the entire event…WAS A SECOND TRAFALGAR LAW. STANDING AT MY FRIEND’S BOOTH. I WAS LIKE ??? anyway i pointed them towards each other after fangirling for a hot moment and they took a pic together. it was very fun
ur thoughts are not intense or strange…well maybe they are strange to others but i am also insane. i promise. i love ur insane thoughts pls continue to share. i will do the same someday when i am less shy and ashamed of my unhinged fandom thoughts (such as making zoro amvs to abba in my head on the way to therapy. <- things that should be in the dsm-5 as a criteria. ps. thats a line my therapist actually said in response to something i did once. lmao)
did u notice that in the opla…they have all the characters who were at rogers execution there as their younger selves (mihawk, shanks,etc) AND THERE’S A AFAB PERSON WHO’S DRESSED SUSPIOCIOUSLY LIKE CROCODILE…I WAS LIKE OH SHIT)
i am going to watch the next 4kidd dub video. i will do it for you. (losing years off my life each time)
WOOPS THE PLAYLIST WAS PRIVATE try it now. if you watch any one video from that list. and this one is short. please make it this one. I LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME
OH ALSO. APPARENTLY AT COACHELLA. THAT MIKU PERFORMANCE WAS *ALSO* A TV SCREEN. ISNT THAT SAD. PATHETIC!!
lmao. i was talking to my caught up friend about op spoilers today and he wouldnt confirm or deny so many things i said. lmao. rofl, even
“take this how u will” IM SCARED
end of the e letter IS for memes now you’re so correct
p.s…i know discord is a Le PooPooHead esp recently BUT if you want to add me my username is the same as it is here!! feel free but no pressure
#asks#replies#march anon#long post#i had to hold back so many sanji memes. god why is he all over my camera roll. he is like a piece of gum i stepped in.#[scene from the spongebob movie where spongebob thinks plankton is some gum and scrapes him off against the road]
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baldur log day 3
TODAY WAS THE WORST DAY OF MY FUCKING LIFE!!!!! OHHH MY GOD. IM SO MAD.
ok. im exaggerating but. ill get to that. so lets just go through the first couple things that happened. heres the squad. say hi intrepid heroes
so i talked to zevlor and agreed to find the goblin leader.
on my way to the goblin camp i meet these people who talk about the absolute and call me a true soul after their brother dies lol.
then they say theyre looking for a survivor from the ship crash, i say i am one and..
they... wanna kill me...??? i really didnt want to but i was already in the fight so im like. whatever. sure man. so i cooked the shit out of them, duh. im curious about what their deal was though... also i had the option to ask if they knew about halsin the healer and i didnt ask which sucks cus i should have done that first
also im... starting to catch on to what astarion is. if im assuming correctly. cus earlier he talked about how much he looooves rare ass meat thats "dripping" with blood and that was weird as a random comment but...
Ok. I Know What You Are.
anyways. then i meet this dog by his dead owner. befriend him. all good.
but then. i use speak to animals (with wyll) and talk to the dog. and wanting to help i yell at the corpse. because im like. I DUNNO MAN. maybe the dog will realize hes dead. but then HE GETS MAD AT ME AND TURN COMBAT MODE COMES ON.
and i tried to go back and reload. i didnt want to but i also did not want to kill him. but the save was so far back. then i tried to run away with astarion but i guess running away works per character. so i thought oh maybe if i return the fight will be over.... and it wasnt....
i have never regretted something more. ohhhh i am going to show you so much love and compassion when i run this game a second time.
this is the worst thing to happen to me. ever. fuck everything. i still love you scratch.
...anyways. got to the goblin camp. used a wisdom roll to convince the goblins we're good thanks to the brain tadpole.
astarion commented on how we could convince anyone to do anything with the tadpoles and he was like mweheheeheh.
but of course i agree with shadowheart. cus shes goated. also id agree with that if it wasnt her either way.
(ignore her looking like a swedish twink. i used disguise self and forgot to change her back)
oh also we leveled up right before this hell yes
but ya then my friend speves reminded me to go back to that gate in the beginning of the game that was locked. so i went there and unlocked it with astarion. fucked up like twice but hey man its a dc 20 okay. im lucky i had vampirical fuck with me or ida never unlocked it
but yeah i went into the crypt, looted some stuff and killed a couple people. nothing bad happened in the first room and i did not have to reload.
embarrassing as fuck
but yeah then i intimidated the guys outside to leave
and shadowheart said i was more cunning than i looked.... wow. thank u. im flattered.
but yeah relatively short session i havent even found halsin or met karlach yet but hopefully i get that done next time. ive got a test tomorrow so im gonna fuck off and study hell yeah bitches
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to build a home.
Hello I am soft for platonic bed sharing and i just felt like it would work with these two! I am not thattt invested in the pairing but this idea just works with them! I decided to write it instead of writing the two long other fics for Fairy Tail ships i have in the works LOL. Either way there will be a resolution in a part 2 when it is not super late :D
Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia
Rated G
4.487 words.
tags: (domestic) fluff, "platonic" bed sharing, "platonic" apartment sharing
Natsu and Lucy somehow end up living together.
Chapter 1/2 [next]
“Lucy,” he says and leans his foot against her writing desk. “Would you mind if I stayed the night one more time?” To drown out Happy’s cries of “Oh, is it love?” he adds quickly: “Just because I might catch a cold if I go home in this rain and don’t get to warm up.”
She lets out a deep sigh and then shrugs her shoulders: “Fine. It’s not like one or two nights make a difference.” She means it too. She doesn't mind if they are over another night, at least then the storm raging outside would not feel quite as frightening.
Now that he has been here overnight before, Natsu finds his way around Lucy’s bathroom much easier, but even though he offers to use a different towel this time, Lucy insists that he use the same one. “Cat hair,” she explains. “Your hair. Every hair.” As if that is some sort of explanation that he would understand.
This time Lucy takes the bath first and when Natsu and Happy are washing together, she is already in her bed with a book in her hand. When he finally comes, his hair again hangs down in wet streaks. It’s a little odd this time, now that they are both not deliriously tired, but once she moves to the side Natsu easily finds a spot next to her relatively easily.
“You can keep reading,” he insists when she closes her book. “I can sleep even with the lights on, I don’t care.”
“Natsu can fall asleep everywhere and at any point,” Happy agrees.
Lucy lets out a huff: “I noticed yesterday.” She puts the book away anyway. “But I think I should sleep too, so we can do a job again tomorrow.” She slips under the cover.
Natsu turns around so that he has his back showing to Lucy. Her eyes follow the lines of his neck down to his shoulders hidden under the old shirt that she assigned to him and wonders for a moment if she has ever seen him without his scarf, especially this up close.
“Is this ok?” he asks suddenly, ripping her out of her own thoughts. “I mean, if I sleep like this?”
His consideration catches her off guard. Quickly she turns away from him to have her back against his. “Every sleeping position is fine,” she retorts quickly. “Just don’t touch me, you know, like that..”
“Whatever that means,” Natsu murmurs from behind her. He thinks of how he woke in the morning with Lucy sleeping on his shoulder, with her arm wrapped around his chest and concludes that this is probably not that “that”- thing she is talking about. It’s not like he cares really, all he wants is a good night's sleep.
She pulls the covers up over both their shoulders and closes her eyes.
Under the blanket their flat feet touch.
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#fairy tail#uh#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#nalu#natsu x lucy#and such#there arent even fairies in this show!#fic tag
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ok i did a huge ship meme for fun. if you read it u have to like this post. also i have more thoughts under the cut
some of these are copy pasted from twt so if u saw it there u can read them again i guess. theres some new ones also. perish by my hand
at a glance
yuujin calls leona "leona-san" until theyre both old n gray. they probably try "leona" a few times but it feels weird to them. leona's fine w/this
love languages are what they prefer to receive rather than what they naturally give wwww if it were that way around id switch it LOL. high natural compatability
"problematic a bit" in the sense of. well. if youve played twst. youve met leona. u see how he acts around mc at first. u kno.
dynamic stuff
i dont think leona would've had a Relationship relationship before. fwb? fucking around w/ppl? sure. but a Relationship? sounds like too much work
yuujin meanwhile had World's Shittiest Not Boyfriend before isekai'ing. mostly fwb but yuujin did have feelings and also he was the only person yuujin was ever like. emotionally close to beyond their sister. so
? on caretaker for leona bc its definitely not Traditional Caretaking but he does put in the work to help yuuin in ways they do really need. still.
? for yuujin mostly bc if they had to do more caretaking like they did for their sibs theyd die but also they do help leona how they cna. u kno how it is
re:attachment, theyre both independent but yuujin is more likely to pull Away if shit happens while leona is more likely to get territorial (lol) this is probably the only thing that ever causes any real fights
idk if i'd call it "wants to Corrupt yuujin" but leona definitely does sometimes wish they were less of a good person. not always. but sometimes.
nsfw stuff
being used is situational for yuujin bc when theyre into it theyre Really Into It but theres also a chance itll trigger them really badly. u kno how it is
my pillow princess leona agenda strikes again
i htink leona is in theory fairly ambivalent abt topping/bottoming but in practice if he tops he's expected to do more work. so.
theyre both shameless during sex but occasionally yuujin will remember they have Feelings for this guy and this guy has Feelings for them and they'll get flustered. they can nad will talk abt sticking their tongue up this man's ass w/o batting an eye but the moment anything abt Liking each other comes up? they get a little shy LMAO
the sex is pretty good for both of htem but again. leona is lazy. yuujin is hte one doing all the work.
particulars
re:things to change, if leona were a more classically Good Boyfriend (ie more demonstrative, trying harder, more obvious w/his feelings etc) yuujin would absolutely run. so. leona's personality is a good (?) thing
engagement
(looks at the checklist) (points at leona) Go King Give Us Nothing!
the one abt killing the other is v like. dependent on timeline i think. leona might be more willing at first but over time i dont think hed be able to.
yuujin is technically the pursuer in their rship at first but leona definitely catches the Big feelings before yuujin does. lmao. eat shit loser
tbh their communication style from the outside probably looks pretty callous. a lot of talking Around things and giving each other shit to hide the fact they both Hate talking straightforwardly in some respects. the kind of couple that never ever once say 'i love you' to the other even tho they're both aware they do (eventually)
they touch a lot, in terms of pda they're not obnoxious but usually leona will have a hand on yuujin's back or yuujin will be on his arm or w/e. leona generally initiates if theyre out in public but yuujin doesnt mind they just dont start it usually wwwwww
re:expectations, i actually dont think leona expects too much from Yuujin Specifically, just in general. but also. in some ways i dont think he believes he'll get it. if that makes sense
OK THAT WAS REALLY REALLY LONG if u read this whole thing thank u tell me if u like them. i am rotating them constantly
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Ok ok im gonna put this under a cut but i need to talk about it
The session automatically starts of in the hearing chamber of the Taverner's Guild. Red has just broken through the door, Marigold is being carried by three women. The head of the Leophine family is standing next to Don Blackburn, who is a guy we have been trying to cross off our list for weeks. We killed his son months ago after his son put 100k gold bounty on Marigold, and we accomplished this by dropping a shell on his casino. Needless to say, the Blackburns have been a pain in the ass for a long time.
Blackburn: Let's not be hasty. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Red: I only know the one way, really.
Blackburn: Do tou really want to risk your life for her? She lied to you. Stole from your friends. That really the kind of person you wanna risk your life for?
Red: Darlin, do you know anything about who I am? I wouldn't call myself man of scruples. Now drop my friend and walk away.
Blackburn: I do know. You ran a tight ship with the Dustriders. They went downhill when you left.
Red: Was Vito your son, by any chance?
Blackburn: He was.
Red: Mm. Normally I'd say it's a shame when a parent has to bury their child, but there wasn't much left to bury. I bet you'd die just like him. Wanna find out, you and I?
Blackburn: Just remember, you wanted it this way.
We roll initiative, I start off lucky by getting like a 21. I'm first off in initiative, so I immediately start shooting at the woman carrying Marigold. Immediately crit. The crit hits for like, 38 damage, the second shot she CATCHES OUT OF THE AIR ans drops on the floor. Blackburn goes, casting enlarge on himself and picking up a table and throwing it at me, which hits and does a decent chunk of damage. Marigold gets herself free, manages to run like three steps. The women catch up to her, pick her up, and teleport away. It's just me and fucking Blackburn.
For three rounds, we just start wailing on each other. I crit on Blackburn and empty my magazine into his chest. He punches me in the chest and cracks ribs. Out of ammo, i use the bayonet on my rifle to stab him in both of his knees. He knocks me prone and starts squeezing the life out of me, saying "I don't care if you take me down, but I'm taking you with me." I manage to yank out one of my sidearms, fit it under his chin and shoot him, and paste his brain across the ceiling.
Now I'm alone, in the hearing chamber, soaked in blood having just committed a murder. My dm says "make a will save" and I get like an 18, but that's not enough to prevent me from emptying the last five rounds into Blackburn's corpse. Not sure why I did that, but there's no time to think about it because I've gotta Fucking Go.
I try to bust out of the hearing chamber, fail my acrobatics check. The two guards outside and I go tumbling down the stairs and land in a heap at the bottom. Got no time to do anything, so I pick myself up and start running for the gate. The portcullis is coming down. I fail my athletics to make it, so I say fuck it, and I start climbing the wall.
I make it to the top, surprising the guard and I'm like "Hey are there stairs". He goes to draw hia sword, so i shoulder check him into the wall and go for the door. The stairs lead deeper into the wall, and I want out. So i come back, check the same guard into the same wall, and go Fuck It, and jump off the wall into the hedges below.
I collect myself AGAIN and start running. Behind me, the portcullis is coming up. I draw my one remaining loaded weapon, aim for the chain, and fire. Fucking crit. The chain snaps, the portcullis drops, and i am fucking r u n n i n g.
Soaked in blood, trying to make it to the sky dock where our airship is parked. Back on our airship, Gowin is chilling, tinkering. Hears gumshots. Far away, but gunshots are pretty hard to mistake, so he sighs to himself and starts getting the ship ready to go.
Somehow I manage to make it to the ship avoiding attention, so I sprint up the gangplank like GOWIN WE GOTTA FUCKING GO right as the Aurendalian city guard show up and start shooting. I duck to the deck, Gowin goes to swing the ship around. Crashes into another ship, swings wide and scatters the guard. We finally manage to book it off into the sky.
Gowin looks at me and is like... So. What happened?
And Red is just like. I have no fucking idea, man.
#not fallout#kal talks#kal plays dnd#blackburn took me down to a little below half in 3 rounda but i fucking killed him#did not think that was going to happen
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Ok I know this is usually for one character at the time but 🎫 for Helios, Ironwing and Nightjet? They look like such a wholesome squad together!
Aw, thank you!
There are no set rules for ask games so you and everyone else is free to send whatever you want!
Helios
When he listens to music, he prefers to find a secluded space, lay down on the ground and close his optics to fully concentrate on the melodies and texts that drown out his thoughts.
Ironwing
He prefers energetic songs over slow, calming ones. Often times he can be seen headbanging or tapping to the powerful beat of whatever he's listening to. I listenend to one too many viking metal songs and made him a metalhead - my boy has to suffer for it.
Nightjet
I am so. Tempted. To make him listen to elevator music on his shift. But I will not. He likes certain tracks from all genres and he will listen to a myriad of soundtracks while working.
Extra: How the trio met
When the Stellar Observatory landed on Earth, they were wise enough to cloak themselves from human detection systems but any Cybertronian could see that there was a neutral ship on the planet and they used this to lure in other Transformers that were stranded.
They did this on almost every planet they went to and on rare occasions it worked. Sometimes, they picked up mechs from either faction and let them stay until they reached the nearest space port where every mech could leave if they wanted to.
That's also how Helios finds them and they give him shelter in return for his service as their new pilot. No one on their ship has experience with the controls and most of the time the autopilot has been in control, but since Helios has picked up some useful skills a while ago, he is qualified enough to do it on his own.
Now, since Nightjet is the head of security, he has to keep an optic on the new arrivals and make sure they don't cause any trouble. Being the only one with the patience to observe the small heliformer shift for shift, he starts to notice things.
Helios' forced positivity that scares off most mechs on the ship is just a mask he wears in public and it is there to cover the hurt that has accumulalted over the years, as well as a desparate attempt to communicate with the outside world that he still has no idea how it works.
Nightjet takes one look at the frail figure underneath his persona and decides that this guy needs a friend - so he will be his friend.
He looks after him and makes sure he is well fueled and rested for the cycle (by singing him to sleep). Whenever Helios takes a break, Nightjet comes by to chat with him. Because NJ is well liked with the crew, more people start talking to Helios as well, but they still keep their distance.
Helios brings his new friend his daily rations when NJ's shift starts and ends, since their shifts overlap at times. This goes on until they receive a distress signal from an approaching ship.
Firecry's team has disguised itself as Decepticons to retrieve equipment from a Con base in the vicinity, but Carbonlight had betrayed them and kept the acquired materials for himself with which he intends to build something that controls other mechs' minds.
The remaining five team members escape from the Cons and seek refuge from it all, unknowingly attracting the Stellar Observatory whose crew takes them in.
Railjet welcomes them with caution. Five mechs were much more difficult to keep track of and he knows his brother will have a lot of work to do.
A couple of days after their arrival, the ship hosts a dinner party for them. Nightjet is still watching them from afar, but Ironwing has had enough and confronts him about it (politely). Helios just happens to stand right behind NJ when they strike up a conversation and that's when he introduces himself to Ironwing.
The flier is not impressed by his docile behavior and immediately labels him a coward in his mind. But they meet a couple of times in the hallways over the next few weeks and when Ironwing catches NJ and Helios chatting one day, he can't help but be curious.
When Nightjet notices the renewed interest in the two of them, he talks to Ironwing about it and tells him as much as he needs to hear in order to drop the matter - but he doesn't. He's still suffering from Carbonlight's, his best friend's betrayal. His emotions are unstable and therefore he latches onto the first two strangers who talk with him.
A brittle kind of friendship ties them together and they swear in silence that they will always be there for each other.
...
And then Helios dies during the final fight against Carbonlight's reanimated starformers and Ironwing and Nightjet go separate ways because they think they need to cope on their own with the loss of yet another friend.
#ha! pain#this might be the first time i mention the tragic fate i have planned for helios in the main story (both TF and Brave) since the beginning#he sacrifices himself to save his friends by flying into the sun. it is the only way to defeat three planet sized mechs#the icarus parallels are strong with this one. that's the sole (ha! another pun) reason i ever considered helios as his name#he is a helicopter. he has the colors of the sun. he will die like icarus. he will fly into said sun. helios just fits him so well#ryuki blogs asks#seriously there is no limit for asks or requests afaik. even if i didn't reblog an ask game or something similar the ask box is always open#cyber streak sent me 43 asks the other day that I'm answering bit by bit - there really is no limit
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number 10. “Well, I don’t, but you do.” - any ship you'd like, i don't wanna pressure you
Dear anon, after 18465882654458597247631 trillion years, here I am with your prompt. I read the other message you sent and a) thank you for giving me a pairing and b) it's ok.
Luke had always been fascinated by rain.
Han said it would pass, that Luke simply liked the novelty of rain because his homeworld was an arid dustball. Well, Luke totally disagreed.
Luke loves rain. He loves feeling it against his skin, he loves seeing it fall, he loves the sound it makes and the scent it leaves in the air. Cold, dampness, and soaked clothes clinging to his body don’t bother him. Dark skies and mist are as beautiful to him as a sunny day.
And Luke loves using the Force to play with the rain. Catching each little droplet in an invisible grasp and manipulating them into glistening swirls that snake everywhere around him is one of his favourite pastimes whenever he sets foot on a rainy planet. It’s… magical, in a way. Even though Luke is the one doing it, the beauty and grace of the little droplets dancing through the air at the command of his fingers never ceases to amaze him.
Sadly for Luke, he doesn’t get to see rain that often - especially since he’s taken residence in Coruscant with his father.
That night, when he’s just about to fall asleep, someone shakes him by the shoulder to wake him up. Groaning, Luke swats weakly at the perpetrator, because he had a tiring day and he really wants to sleep. For a second, the shaking stops and Luke thinks he’s won; but then he squeaks as he’s grabbed by the back of his tank top and dragged out of bed. There’s only someone heartless enough to do such a thing, and that man is Boba Fett.
“Hey!” Luke whines, trying to grab onto the doorframe to stop Boba from taking him from the bedroom. But he’s removed his prosthetic hand to sleep, and his flesh hand doesn’t stand a chance against Boba’s momentum. “What’s that for?? I want to sleep!”
But Boba, also in a tank top and loose pants, which means sleeping attire and why isn’t he sleeping??, simply drags Luke across the living room, slides open the door to the balcony, and steps outside with Luke.
It’s pouring. Luke is fully awake and energised the moment the first drop of rain hits his skin, and he quickly squirms out of Boba’s grasp to walk eagerly to the middle of the balcony, grinning up at the sky as torrential rain covers Coruscant and dims its eternal lights. Luke doesn’t care that he’s soaked already and that his hair is plastered to his head, partially covering his eyes. He takes in a lungful of fresh air and closes his eyes, smiling broadly as the rain pelts his face and body.
He doesn’t even notice he’s getting cold until Boba wraps an arm around him and pulls him into his side. That makes Luke open his eyes and look at him, surprised:
“You don’t like rain,” he states. In fact, Boba hates rain. He always complains about the dampness and about how it makes his bones ache, and the amount of negative emotions he spills into the Force is surprisingly strong. Even now, his permanent scowl has a particularly miserable edge, his dark eyes are narrowed, and his lips are curved downwards in displeasure. But when he looks over at Luke, his expression softens considerably:
“Well, I don’t, but you do,” he says quietly.
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iggychu?
S+ tier, ultra OTP. idc if that rank isn't on the list. Oh man, how do I even start.
Short explanation here, long historic one under the readmore
I will preface this by saying it's a ship with a tumultuous history of imperialism and very real suffering, a perpetrator x victim ship, a 'dark' ship, etc. Keep that in mind as a general warning. I am personally rather confident in my ability to treat it carefully as a Chinese person and someone with a fairly solid background in early modern Chinese history, and I personally am rather laissez-faire with shipping, but YMMV
I think the main appeal to me really is the history. Like, it's my OTP that got me back into Hetalia like 2 years ago (and I met my darling gf thru it) so of course I love the ship as is and I love AUs, but the history hits all the points of tension and power imbalance and 'divorce' and crushed dreams that I love so much. I love both characters separately as well and I love how explosively they come together and fall apart. I think their personalities could fit surprisingly well in another world, another life, where they could have a quiet moment over tea and Wang Yao would appreciate Arthur's quiet grace and Arthur Wang Yao's pragmatism and beauty, but now and for the foreseeable future their interactions will always be tainted with smoke and pain and wars that Arthur doesn't even truly remember.
I do also love AUs btw I really do think they'd suit each other in another world, another time, without all the history hanging over them.
Rundown of relationship through the lens of chronological history: Fair warning, it's 1.5k words
Ok. Okokokok. So. Let's start from the beginning. I want to post this before bed so no references. Sorry if I get any history details wrong, it's been a second and this is all off the top of my head.
WARNINGS: abuse, drug use, nonconsent/assault, imperialism, the works. This is not a happy pair nor do they get a happy ending.
So initially, I imagine their first meeting to be the classic Macacartney Embassy of 1793, it's the classic (if rather orientalist) trope, Arthur marching in with the retinue after a year of exhausting travel, having finally reached the celestial kingdom, and Wang Yao there to greet him in resplendent deep blue robes. China was known in Europe through a variety of lenses, from the fascination with the exotic - Marco Polo's adventure to 'Cathay', Chinoiserie which had reached a fever pitch in the 1700s when China was both close and unknown - to the respect of philosophers for the faraway empire's imagined orderly way of rule. Arthur and his crew have been mistreated and pushed aside by official after official, but here they are now, and Arthur catches a glimpse of silky dark hair and frosty amber eyes and easy, effortless power and he's infatuated.
Wang Yao is, for his part, equally fascinated. Qianlong is wary despite his own fascination with European technology, Manchuria - will call him Erdeni - is even more wary, but Wang Yao's been screwing around the palace for a long time without much real political power outside the symbolic, and Arthur is a lovely surprise, finally he has a glimpse of those British who've been causing so much trouble in Canton! Arthur is a little rough around the edges, but certainly more refined than Wang Yao was expecting. His face lights up when he gets a moment with Wang Yao, he kisses Wang Yao's hand and tells him it's custom, Wang Yao allows it all with a sort of giddy amusement.
Their first meeting is like that, mutual fascination. Now, the British were already running something of a deficit and selling opium, however they were not the only ones at this point - the Dutch were the ones to introduce opium mixed with tobacco as recreational iirc, so although the dynasty had something of a problem they were trying and failing to deal with, it wasn't blamed on the British at this point. Qianlong is suspicious and a little tired, he knows he British have gunships (Macartney made sure to sail up on a big one) and he has to deal with stirrings of rebellion on top of Macartney's demands for more trade and land, Erdeni is horribly stressed, and Wang Yao is... kinda dreamy ngl! Likewise, Macartney leaves in an angry huff, but Arthur is just a little lovesick.
Now let's watch it fall apart! This part of the story is fairly straight forward, many issues happen in Canton including another failed embassy, the British East India Company losing their monopoly on Canton trade opening the shores up to private businesses both British and American, opium sales shoot up, rebellions shake the Qing, not helped by an aging Qianlong and a severely corrupt government willing to lie to his face, Arthur and Wang Yao are quite busy with their own affairs and only give each other a passing thought. Maybe there are letters, though, every once in a while, playful at the beginning but increasingly snippy as relations, what little there were, worsen. Their views of each other, developed within their own countries and politics, would likewise worsen.
By the time Arthur was invited to a debate in the British House of Commons discussing whether or not to declare war against China for all the chests of British opium dumped by Commissioner Lin into the sea, his view of Wang Yao was decidedly negative. Irritating, arrogant, backward, childish, and wholly unable to show any respect to his own, much less 'barbarians'. That pretty face is wasted, he thinks viciously, on a child tyrant in arrested development since before Rome, in desperate need of correction. On Wang Yao's part, he's starting to feel a bit of the rot, both the opium epidemic in its early stages and the rebellions that shook the latter part of Qianlong's reign leading to long decades of violence and famine, by the time the Daoguang emperor attempts ever more desperately to crack down on opium in the 1820s, both Wang Yao and Erdeni are nearly bedridden. In his periods of lucidity, Wang Yao curses his past self who giggled and allowed Arthur to kiss his hand.
So, then the wars start. Suffice to say, alongside war comes forced opium legalization, the taking of colonies (little Ka Lung, who's never known his older brother not surrounded by smoke and sickness, later on Weiwei, abandoned little coastal town left forgotten, Shanghai, Tianjin, etc) Arthur visits more, now.
Of course he does. Wang Yao can't say no.
He doesn't visit particularly often, however, despite personal interest, China has always been on the margins of British empire - only the China hands Truly cared about it, the central government did not. Arthur visits to oversee colonial development, visits imperial institutions the British had set up like the Imperial Maritimes Custom Service that control China's coast and later on postal system, etc. He drops by Wang Yao's place too, visits the bedridden fallen star living deep within the walls of a rotting imperial stronghold, does as he pleases because Wang Yao is barely awake enough to recognize him, anyways.
I won't go too deep into these few decades, just know they are excessively bleak. Rebellions come and go, Taiping and British involvement, Boxer rebellion sees Arthur marching in with a veritable army, Alfred, Ivan, Kiku, Ludwig, several others, Kiku jumps in headfirst and shakes hands with Arthur over Wang Yao's half-dead form, Arthur takes and takes and takes and when he's not taking he barely remembers Wang Yao is alive.
But Wang Yao... is alive. Alive, and responding to every desperate attempt by the emperor to reform and grow. Weihaiwei is a result of that, a coast where the Qing's first modern fleet were supposed to be docked, a child who was not a replacement for Ka Lung, but still an opportunity for Wang Yao to be better. Of course Weiwei gets taken away by Arthur in the end, but Wang Yao is far from finished.
I've let time get away from me, so lets quickly fast forward past the fall of the Qing and birth of the new republic, past ww1, when China sends workers to aid Britain and France, past May 4th 1919, all the way to 1922.
Wang Yao is a man reborn, Arthur is a man beaten down by an empire slipping away from him and a war that devastated his people and country on a never before seen scale. British imperialism in China has never been stronger, taking great economic concessions only to be bombarded with the ever-growing nationalism and anti-imperialism of the new Republic and then sending in the military to quell that. Arthur shows up periodically at this point, rolling his eyes at Wang Yao's arrogance and mourning the easy submission of the late 1800s - I've done Yao a disservice by allowing him to get these ridiculous thoughts of republic when he barely knows how to reason, he thinks, leaning pretty far right in his thinking due to all those personal emotions tangled in that he won't put a name to. Wang Yao though, Wang Yao only cares that he's above all that now, that Erdeni's dead by his own hand, that he's now Arthur's equal and WILL be treated as such. Wang Yao's also currently a little more preoccupied with, well, the constantly ramping up invasion on his shores, courtesy of Kiku.
Talking about that invasion, he certainly hasn't forgotten that Arthur had shaken hands with Kiku over his body and soul, splitting him up like a piece of meat. Arthur's relationship with Kiku has been deteriorating in the meanwhile, until, oh, Europe seems to be in some kind of war, and China's also at war with an ally of some of those Europeans, might as well formally declare an alliance!
1941. China is still riddled with colonies, colonial institutions, and concessions that would not start being returned until 1943-1999. The Republic of China joins the US, USSR, and Great Britain as the Four Powers. Wang Yao faces Arthur over tea and cookies, still bearing bruises from their last meeting (countries heal slowly when embroiled in civil war and invasion and chaos) and steels himself to talk strategy.
Nowadays? Arthur wouldn't be able to recall much about it all, Wang Yao rendered as just another pretty face in a long line of victims. Wang Yao still gets nightmares of opium haze and burning pain and Arthur's cheerful voice scolding him for taking on more than he can chew, and hides it behind a mask of nationalist fervour, lets it colour his vision so he will always remember what it feels like to be weak.
#ask game#anon#hetalia#hws china#hws england#iggychu#imperialism cw#colonization cw#violence cw#drug cw#racism cw#abuse cw#oh also my AU chaoyao dynamic... ty Stella_Azurite from ao3 ur my sister in arms in the battle for iggychu and also my inspo#pls go check her ao3 page if u like iggychu pspsps its fem yaoyao but its mwah impeccable as long as ur ok w that
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🍽️🍿❌ and the fandom headcanon one I don't have whatever emoji that is. hope that isn't too many
(^ baby patrick. just in case)
Thank you for baby Patrick :)
🍽️: What is your Favorite Bugsnak?
It's a three way tie between Sherbie, Cheddorb and Millimochi. I genuinely think if I had to eat a bugsnak that Sherbie is the one I would enjoy most. Millimochi is also just so fucking shaped and to this day I still cannot stop saying it's name in the voice it has because it's SO satisfying to my brain. Cheddorb. It's a fucking cheese ball. Ball of cheese. Like the white bitch I am, I'm an absolute slut for cheese, and bugsnax allergy be damned I WILL consume that beast even if it kills me.
🍿: What do you think is the beef between Wiggle and Snorpy?
whatever the opposite of wlw and mlm solidarity is. wlw and mlm hostility.
Fr though I bet maybe Snorpy thinks because Wiggle is famous that she just *has* to be involved in the grumpinati in some way, why else would a celebrity be roughing it out on an island away from the spotlight? (kinda maybe a play on how it was a popular joke way back when that a shit load of irl celebrities were part of the illuminati, that's the best I got chief). I think it's one sided beef though I don't think Wiggle has genuine beef against Snorpy, but maybe he's not fully aware of who she is. Snorpy doesn't really seem the kind to be up to date with musicians, and maybe because of that, Wiggle's thoughts to him are mostly 'This fruit doesn't even know who I am I can't believe this. Everyone knows me.' /lh
❌: what's your least favorite bugsnak? Give us a detailed analysis on why.
Fucking. ok. Paletoss Grande. Motherfucker supreme. I am bitter about this rude ass piece of shit because it's such a fucking MENACE to me. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. It's partially due to the map design but the area outside Floofty's ship in Boiling Bay where that frozen whore roams makes it hard to avoid. And you gotta hang around there for a while doing quests. And every time I had to set up some elaborate loony toons ass type trap set up to get that thing to stop fucking following me. Not even catch it, just to get the beast out of the way so I can do my JOB. Catching it is a WHOLE other story it should NOT be that much of a pain in the ass. Maybe I'm not in on the sickest quickest popsicle melting/trip wire placement strats. Maybe so. But FUCK ME it's such a pain in the ass and the violence I will enact on that freak if there's ever a plush of it will be so venomous. Fuck Paletoss Grande.
🩷: What's a fandom headcanon that everyone agreed on that you love? Do you have any of your own headcanons you wish to share?
I don't really keep up with fandom wide stuff, especially since I've kinda just been keeping to myself recently and not actively participating but, if it's like, fandom wide agreed, but a lot of the time I see fanart of The Journalist™ (I mean like, Journalists that are portrayed as 'this is the standard player character' instead of an actual Journalist OC) they either have their face covered in some way, or are just absolute freaks (affectionate) that are aware of the game mechanics they have (no fall damage, respawn if they go too far in the water/get stuck etc) and I think it's very good. I don't really have any headcanons that I haven't already shared in the past. 99% of my bugsnax thoughts are just about Floofty and I know I have made those very well known lol
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Rewatching season 1 (and actually paying attention to Sky to figure out what the fuck everyone is talking about): Part 1
EP 1:
Bloom draws both landscapes and figure drawings and prefers working in pencil…Girl knows how smuding works, give me your power
What fucking hair cut it this, it's always bothered me ndejndns
Mike and Vanessa talk about trying to save up enough to get Bloom a scooter 🛵 😭 their trying their best y'all
Mitzi…babe…do you not have anything better to do? I stg this girl's only joy in life is being annoying at Bloom
Bloom: growls at Mitzi
Bloom: have :) :) a :) nice :) :) summer :) Mitzi :) :)
Bloom runs like she's never been outside before
The most important bitch in the magical dimension is here!!!!
Bloom seeing Stella incinerate some imps that could very well attack her: :0 wow……
Girl has never heard of a self preservation instinct
Stella calling herself the sun and moon fairy only for the moon part to be completely ignored 🤡🤡
When Knut charges Stella we get a close up of her eyes implying that she's about to do something before she is instantly tossed aside. This show has no clue what it's doing and I love it
Bloom: LET HER GO
Bloom: wait, fuck, I don't have a plan
Bloom is 80% impulsive decisions by volume
OH SHIT, she literally summons the great dragon to attack Knut….
Wait she literally summons the dragon, you can see it. How did no one put this together sooner??? Knut wouldn't bc he's not wearing his glasses…I guess Stella's a little busy being in danger
Stella: are you ok?
Bloom looking up at Stella bathed in sun light: oh no I'm bisexual
Stella says bc she has her scepter she's no longer scared and—Stella is clearly the best fighter of the girls in s1, and as a princess I doubt she has a battle tutor? What I'm saying is that she's self taught and only learned combat with her scepter
Stella's fairy outfit is so fucking cool right up until she's next to other people with far more detailed outfits….Stella first transformed very young and that's why her outfit is so comparatively plain, change my mind…oh I should totally incorporate that idea into the redesign nfjsjejej
Knut can teleport?????????? I thought ogres couldn't use magic?? Is he using an item?
God I love Stella's princess outfit so much
How the fuck did Bloom get Stella to her house??
Did the Trix just have a hunting troll around just in case
You know how Stella's hair thing looks like her scepter??? What if instead of a ring it was a hair piece??
Stella: fuck conversation, I'm going to ruin this man's house phone
"and I was forced to land here" Stella was teleporting yes? Does this mean her teleportation isn't actually teleportation but light speed travel that looks like teleportation??? If so that would be dope as fuck… Darcy must of been the one to attack her while she was trying to get to Magix
"Have you registered for the new program at Alfea castle?"
New?? Also Stella, babe, she just learned she was a fairy. Be nice fjejd
Stella fangirling over Bloom's art then instantly apologizing for being nosey 🥺🥺 Stella I love youuu
Stella final pose in her magic Winx is so cute, so much personality
STELLA FUCKING KICKED THE HUNTING TROLL I LOVE HER
I love how Mike was holding open the window for Vanessa and glaring down Knut when he looked at them!! These two are sweet
Rip the house jfc, also Stella hasn't taken out her scepter despite not 10 min ago her basically saying it helps her fight better
Brandon: WAKE THE FUCK UP ASSHOLES, STELLA JUST TEXTED ME
Timmy: it's two am
Brandon: did I ask???
Riven: I am going to strangle you in your sleep
Brandon: yeah yeah, death and destruction, your very scary Riven. She said theirs a troll to catch~ and an ogre~ who ever caught that would be super cool
Riven: fuck you, asshole. I'll get the ship ready
Brandon: so easy
Apparently Mitzi can hear this fight all the way in her upscale neighborhood, tell me how the cops haven't been called
My favorite part about this is that Riven's introduction is that he's instantly humiliated after being a cockly little bastard, like yes. Don't allow him to be cool for a second
Brandon is just sitting there like -_-
That dynamic has enegry unparalleled
Sky is the only one smart enough to have a shield
I love how Brandon was so busy being bored of how fucking stupid Riven is he forgot to actually fight, how did any of these idiots make it out of preschool
Dude….you fucking broke her parents back yard. Not cool man. Not cool
He's so irritating, I wanna throw s1 Riven into the dryer
"Of course you are, I'm never wrong." STELLA I LOVE YOU
I love how Brandon instantly is already low key flirting, sir, calm it the fuck down
THEY FUCKING TELEPORT AWAY??? WHEN DID THE GUYS EVER HAVE TELEPORTATION GADGETS??? WHAT THE FUCK
Do you think Riven got teased for being a cringe fail idiot when they got back??
Mike is v dedicated to protecting his daughter, love that for him
ALFEA DOES START IN THE SUMMER!!!!! That probably means they have all of winter off, with fall break instead of spring break. Idk how to feel abt this
Stella: they can't kick me out before I'm even back in
SO STELLA DOESN'T TRULY TELEPORT, SHE UTILIZES WORM HOLE LIKE THINGS
EP 2:
Alfea having a magic only barrier opens up so many plot holes. You'd think that the fact that Bloom could still enter Alfea after getting her powers stolen would be enough to tell her she still had them but no one mentions that. It also implies that every single specialist has magic which….ok, I can incorporate that into my belief system—but someone explain how the fucking rabbit can get in??
Why would Faragona want to keep nonmagical creatures out??
I love how Tecna is in the background of these shots :)) like the girlies are just around
Apparently the Princess of Calsito is so camera shy that no one would know that she isn't Bloom…. Help
"Budding young fairies, ugh, it's been so many centuries since I've been one of them." I wonder if her species has an exceptionally long life span or the more powerful a fairy is
"This school will be your home for the next five years" FIVE YEARS?! FIVE YEARS?! THIS SHOW HAS THREE SEASONS BEFORE THEY GRADUATE AND THEY AGE EXACTLY THREE YEARS WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PLOT HOLE IS THIS
I love how all the background characters are interesting enough that you can just put Musa, Flora, and Tecna in the background and have them not stuck out for being too interesting looking. Though their outfits tend to be brighter
How did they not just instantly fic the potions lab with an undo spell?
…. Alfea is the only school in the whole of Magix….Does she mean the planet, the city, or the dimension?
"be very careful, their are dangers lurking about. Stay away from the witches of cloud tower." This universe is so fucking dumb, their is a school where evil people learn to be evil and attack the other school from. Like the world building is on fire
This show loves zooming in on eyes
The princess of Calsito couldn't get a room to herself?
Flora ma'am I love you…they way she pets her plants
Tecna was standing right behind Bloom just to freak her out. Tecna's enegry is unparalleled. God I love Tecna shoes
OK BUT THEIR INTRODUCED IN THE ORDER OF: Bloom, Stella, Flora, Tecna, Musa, Aisha. WHICH IS BOTH THE BEST FRIENDS ORDER AND SEPARATES THEM BY TRIO
Tecna has a raspy voice…
"By the way, before you blow up your room, give us time to duck and cover" I love how Musa has a sense of humor, bby I love youuuuu
I love how Stella instantly responds with a joke to Tecna, she's so quick on her feet
I love Bloom's s1 pants so much
Bloom: what the fuck, this place doesn't have pizza???
Is Girselda ok??? Why are you stalking your students. I hate the writing of her character so much, I just want a nice teacher in a show ;-;
Ah Tecna was the one covering Bloomy's eyes when she first sees magix, I wonder why Tecna would do this
Musa: you sound disappointed
Bloom who wanted fantasy and got Sci-fi: ;-; bc I am
The fact that parking spaces use magic to work implies that every one has magic. I demand to see Riven cast a spell now
Why did Knut call Icy and not Darcy who's less likely to yell at him?
Bloom: My phone isn't working :((
Tecna: ??? Maybe because you stole it from a museum???
Bloom: :0
Bloom: ;-;
Tecna: oh God oh fuck, I've ruined another soical interaction
I love my autistic baby, she has no clue how a interaction is supposed to go
Bloomy why are you chasing Knut by yourself?? When your friends are right over there?? What are you planning on doing
What is even happening here? Can Darcy intrinsically sense when she's being watched? How does that even work
Bloom: I am a fairy >:(
Icy: your a freshmen
Icy and Darcy are just fucking around but Stormy puts real effort into attacking Bloom.... Girl is unhinged 💗
Icy is so damn dramatic
I love how Tenca is like, yes I so badass and cool, I'm going to do karate moves in my transformation. Please do not think about the fact that I've never thrown a punch in my life
I just realized they all do the two fingers hand over eachother thing.... I think they'd all agree to do that with eachother later but the need to reused animation
Musa's cd 😭😭
I love how Stella is so smart, girl said fuck this let's retreat
Stella is so gentle with Bloom when warming her up.....and she totally forgot about the others
Why didn't Stella teleport them directly back to Alfea?
Girselda be nice to the baby
Bloom instantly decides that their all besties and need a group name
Y'all have only known each other one day and they're already like "yeah, I'll base my whole magical identity on hanging out with you guys" fkjwndwn
Musa is trying to hard to be cool I love her
Winx is an amazing name Bloomy
BLOOM WHEN DID YOU MAKE THAT AND WHY DO YOU NEED A LOGO?!
Stella is so ready to support Bloom I'm in love
EP 3:
I love how the first three episodes are just the first two days
Stella didn't hesitate to check her hair when she got that mirror I love u girl
According to Stella Solaria doesn't have a intense worth ethnic and people tend to be chill. Good for them tbh, I'd imagine depression and anxiety rates are much lower on Solaria
"I want to become a real fairy! Successful! Beautiful! Powerful! And universally admired." Stella, your hpd is showing bestie "....of course I also want to do good things, like making people happy and bring estranged lovers back together. Starting with my parents."
Its my mental illness type and I GET TO PROJECT ON MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS
Amore and Stella would of been so much more interesting if they played on that line of her. Also Stella's parents were already estranged by s1 which probably means they've been divorced for a while
Stella's skirt becomes a pair of shorts at 4:17. They look cute ngl
Flora is here to learn and Stella is such an over familiar dork hitting Flora with a pillow
Bloom: that's the problem, I don't know what I'm doing here
Bloom you just found out magic existed, it's your first year, chill
Bro they just exclude the witches every year that's so rude
Fragonda: and as is tradition! I want free labor. You kids decorate
Out of all the Trix the fact that Darcy wants to crash the party and Stormy doesn't is weird...but I can see Stormy thinking school assigned chaos is boring and Darcy wanting perfectly controlled disaster
My baby was so excited to talk about her music that she ran in front of everyone to tell them about it and they all walked past her 😭😭😭
"and of course I refuse to go unnoticed" *points at Stella* SYMTOM!!! SYMTOM!!!!
MY SECOND FAVORITE STELLA DRESS!!!! (I said dress not outfit) AND MY FAVORITE TECNA DRESS!!!!
LOOK AT THEM!!!
Tecna is SUCH A DIVA and it looks so amazing on her. Tbh Tecna always looks amazing with her headgear, she needs more headgear
I also Love Love Musa's outfit (if me incorporating it into her Charmix constantly wasn't an indicator) she looks so cool. The colors are horrendous, but she really said imma wear pants and a off the shoulders shirt to this and anyone who has a problem can go fuck themselves. The only problems I have with the design of the outfit itself, except the saturation of the purple, is how the fuck that collar thing connects to her shirt. Like I like how the flare looks on her but how does this work??
Tecna: Guys? As if I care about that.
Musa: Then why are you dressed like an absolute diva??
Tenca: That's besides the point. You attend a ceremony, you dress accordingly
Tecna loves fashion for the sake of fashion confirmed
Also
Tecna 🤝 Aisha
Being implied to be wlw or aro before assigned boyfriend comes along
At least Nabu is a fun character without Aisha...can't say the same for someone else tho. Admittedly Nabu's introduction to the show and his plot reason to be around is trash tho
Flora.....girl...why are you stopping Stella from paying? Offend her what?
Bloom.....ask Stella for a dress from her closet 👀👀 ask her to help you tailor it 👀👀 you know you want to
Icy is the most teachers pet out of all the Trix.. what the fuck am I supposed to do with this information
IDIOT DUMBASS MORON SET HER FUCKING BED ON FIRE CUTTING A DRESS
Darcy: aw....enchanted little eggs....
She sounds genuinely enamored
Sky: I'm so happy to see you here
Bloom, seeing still panicked about the Trix: haha me too, have you seen Stella? There she is bye
Tecna has her own mental database
Fucking the guys are always wearing their uniforms this is a crime
I wanna see Brandon in a suit!!! I wanna see Riven stuffed into a suit!!! Sky. Timmy.
Musa: Flora... Bestie, you thinking what Im thinking?
Flora: :3
Flora: >:3
Brandon: um. What the fuck is going on. Can I be filled in?
Musa: don't worry your pretty little head
Bloom is acting like she doesn't know who would be trying to steal the ring
If Flora can see Bloom cornered...why did no one noticed the big ass fight
Musa was singled out to play something like it isn't her first day at school.... Faragonda what the fuck lady
Stormy has called Icy little sister
Ah yes... flying fixes vertigo
Bloom throws out death glares left and right in s1, love her
Why didn't they tell Bloom that the ring was swapped out before she got her ass kicked
Bloom shows up an hour late in a okay outfit and everybody clapped...main characteritius
Did Flora really give a baby animal to a murderous woman?? She's so lucky that this is a kids show
Bro, Sky is so excited to flirt with Bloom and they haven't even had a full conversation yet. The railroading of the relationships in this show is powerful
EP 4:
"Don't use magic!" "Listen to the voice of nature which is a inherently magical trait" I'm going feral
I love how all the girls instantly follow Flora
"Oh yes dear~ all this mud is so very inconvenient." Musa do be making pot shots at Stella, huh?
The Sky/Brandon thing is so weird.... Imagine calling your own name to get your besties attention
They must both turn around whenever either of their names are called
Riven: I am going to be the most annoying person on their air craft
He's having fun flying the ship 🥺 he's lucky I can't smack his idiot self from behind this screen
Flora: You guys ok?
Riven: isn't it rather obvious??
Musa: OMG THAT ONE, I WANT THAT ONE. THE ONE WITH THE EMOTIONAL ISSUES RIGHT THERE, I WANT THAT ONE
Look at her adorable little face, she thinks she can fix him
Someone please get this girl some therepy. Riven too. Then, and only then, can you two kiss
What the fuck does Musa see in him? Ask her collection of bad boy romance novels and her Lana del Rey playlist
WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS CROWD OF EXTRAS COME FROM
Tecna: You guys let the troll fucking escape?!
Brandon: ah yes, the giant hole in the ship was because we let the troll walk out
Riven at all times is overcompensating for both his paranoia, low self-esteem, and compete inability to read a fucking social cue. Which leads him to be the dumbest motherfucker alive
Riven is way too smug for how idiotic he is. You all have already fucked up majorly. Just take the L, it will be less embarrassing
Riven....go take multiple seats before someone sets you on fire with their mind. You do realize your fucking with people who can set people on fire with their minds right?
Riven you defensive little asshole
LMAO Brandon playing translator for their pet idiot
OMG THE FUCKING CROWD OF EXTRAS IS BACK, WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE AND WHY ARE YOU HERE
"we can do this on our own!" Says the fairy in the middle of an assignment where their not allowed to use magic....girl what the fuck do you think I'd going to happen. Just threaten to set Riven on fire like a normal person
Flora bby just goes along with the others 😭
Tecna was the only one who could figure out they were attacked, she is the only bitch here that has a brain
Musa: the silence is erie
Musa, babe, their are near constant bird sound effects being played
I love how Tecna is genuinely getting annoyed by this nature shit
The fact that Bloom is leading everyone with the voice of nature and not Flora is definitely a choice (derogatory)
Timmy you are so fucking stupid, can you not HEAR the bird sounds? Do you think that their are no animals in swamps??? I'm going to attack you
Stella is a fucking idiot on par with the guys, this is amazing
Thank you Flora. Riven needs to live long enough to become a better person and kiss Musa, and Brandon isn't allowed to die under any circumstances
Riven.....Riven.....you are the stupidest motherfucker I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. I stg some of the shit he says makes no damn sense. Like??? Yeah don't stick around the people who know where their going and know the types of evil plants your going to encounter. I'm sure you'll make it very far. How did you make it past preschool
S1 Riven was just an asshole to be an asshole, huh??
I can fix you*
(*make your motives and assholerly more senseical and maybe tone it down a bit in some places so Musa at least has a reason to think your a good person underneath all that)
Riven....one day your going to get punched. But also why is Timmy here?? In a military school?? If he can't do physical things?? Like?? How did he make it into the school??? Bc he's implied to fucking suck at everything physical
(Actually my mom talked about people joining the military when they couldn't do a push up and how she was always paired up with them in basic training because she was the best. She hated thoese people for getting her remedial)
Sky is acting like he's never been around Riven's bitchass before
Thank you for protecting Timmy's honor tho, I'm sure he will appreciate it once Brandon digs him out of the mud
Remember when Brandon called the shots and Sky had to listen to him?????????? Tbh Brandon's ablity to communicate and excellently read soical ques and interpret people would make him a MUCH better leader
LMAO BYE BYE RIVEN 🤣 I love how he doesn't shut up until Brandon tells him to
I love how Tecna decides when something is fact. She, and only she, is the arbiter of Truth
This shows romance is run by the Subway masters with how fucking rigidity it sticks to it's tracks
Tecna did not fucking HESITATE to grab Riven's bitch ass. We Stan (1) logical queen
PFF also Riven falling in after just being the worst at Timmy is fucking hilarious
Sky's season one hair is like
send help, he looks like someone's teenage daugter
Thoese girls are so rude and for what?? You are all students. Riven being a bitch doesn't excuse this kind of nonsense
Bro Riven will just say anything won't he
Sir you have attached too much personal stake in your ego, please go to therepy before it crashes all around you and you have a mental break down
Sky: we're not specialists :(( were a bunch of rookies
Water is wet, fire it hot Sky. Your a freshmen
First opinion gained on Sky: he is a nice dude
Sky: the only thing we do really well together is argue
No that's just Riven
Timmy I appreciate you for yelling at Riven's bitch ass he deserves it
Ok but Riven laughing with Brandon after Timmy yells at them.... finally some good fucking food
Oh god the Tecna/Timmy rail road has begun. None of you people are good enough for Tecna. None of you deserve Tecna
Stormy and Darcy being anxious while Icy is annoyed with them
Dose it count if they got a ride? And who the FUCK fixed the ship
Musa will see Riven being a surly asshole and go "is anyone going to try and fix that?" And not wait for an answer
This teacher was watching them.... which means he saw his students get attacked by the troll..DUDE WHAT THE FUCK
These teachers are all fucked
Timmy: I finally feel like part of a group
Riven is still the fucking worst guys, I don't know if you forget
Brandon: haha, noo. Don't keep calling me prince. It's not like it makes me deeply uncomfortable
Stella's bed is so gorgeous, a bitch needs everything to be perfect
"good night Sky"
GIRL YOU'VE KNOWN HIM FOR LIKE THREE DAYS PLEASE CHILL
EP 5:
Why does Alfea has kitchen duty??? I would never trust these children with a kitchen
Bloom as an only child has never cooked before. As an only child, can confirm. I also can't cook
Their all so mean to Stella but I can't blame them, she fucking ditched
Musa: a guy who knows you and still wants to date you?
Goddamn Musa, I get that you think your not like other girls, but please chill the fuck out
Also Musa says this like she doesn't have a crush on RIVEN
Girl this house is made of really nice glass, will you please stop throwing rocks around
I love how picking out clothes is a group activitie 🥺 yess, their girlies
Flora would wear all black on a date??? Why haven't we seen this?!
Stella: I designed it!
Musa: in the dark
Goddamn
Why the fuck did Bloom ask if Brandon was taking Sky on his date, girlie are you ok?
Bloom getting offended that Stella called "Brandon" "Sky"'s servant. "He's his assistant! Theirs a difference!" He's actually a squire which is closer to protege, bc Winx club has no clue how words work, and his job is more bodyguard. So your wrong on both fronts. Also when did Bloom get this idea? Was Sky so uppy about being seen as a servant that he told her to day this??
Musa fucking STRUGGLING to lift Stella's jewelry box.....Stella has abs confirmed
Tecna: my plot senses are tingling
This is why I wouldn't put a bunch of stupid teenagers, who can't pay attention for shit, in charge of dinner for a whole school. Someone is going to end up with food poisoning
Musa is so fucking grumpy that Stella gets to go on a date
SHES LITERALLY FUCKING POUTING HELP
Imagine after Rivusa gets together Musa is doing this and looking super cute and kissable and Riven kisses her until she forgets why she was mad bc she's so fucking cute in this image and deserves kisses
Tecna: I've not been programed for dating
You have two wolves inside of you
One says Tecna is aromantic
The other has been completely convinced by s2-3 Tecna being adorable that she's allo ace
Your a fucking idiot
Darcy, for being a witch of darkness, mind, disguise, and other related things, your shit at pretending to be people
PHIL?!
Musa favorite part of Alfea was lab class and that's why she's constantly coming for Stella's throat....That and maybe she's a little jealous that Stella can fuck up that bad and stay in school while Musa is on scholarship? I need an explanation for this
Darcy when the fuck did you have time to change into Stella's usual clothes
Bloom, seeing that Stella's magic was a dark purple: Ohhh FUCK, that's not Stella
Musa may go for Stella's throat constantly but she's number one "let's kill 'Sky' for hurting Stella"
RIVEN IS SO DAMN IRRITATING. No one was talking to you sweetie, go somewhere and think about what you've done
Remember when Sky had a dog? Yeah me too
Tecna: this kinda of perseverance isn't good Bloom
Bloom: neither are your electronic gadgets
Bloom is so mad about the idea that Tecna thinks she's smarter than her
The Trix are so fucking dramatic
The girls should easily be able to tell that that isn't Stella. Stella's magic isn't purple
Tecna is so ready to save Bloom and Flora
Why haven't they all transformed?!
"but that's not Stella! She has no powers without her ring"
And yet she didn't use her ring at all in the second fight with Knut. Plot holes abound
Darcy you are so fucking terrible at this
You dramatic ass hoes
STELLA NO!!! YOU FUCKING LET HER GO RIGHT NOW DARCY
Stella bb it's all gonna be ok
"I'm really sorry. The witches tricked me"
I am going to start sobbing, the first thing Stella does is apologize to her friends for being kiddnapped 😭 Stella bb nooo
I love how Tecna and Musa are like "oh FUCK NO. Well kick your ass, save Stella AND keep the ring" when they all got their ass kicked the last time they fought the Trix
STELLA BABY ARE YOU OK?!
Tenca, pissed as fuck: We could of beaten them
She says, like their last altercation wasn't nearly a murder if Stella hadn't teleported them away
She's so fucking angry about Bloom giving the Trix Stella ring, Tecna wanted blood
Tenca: your not the boss >:(
Bloom: I'm Stella's bestie and I had the ring sooo
Flora supporting Bloomy, ty ty
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A Love Supreme Seems Far Removed Chapter 1
Fandom: Elementary
Relationships: Tommy Gregson/Sherlock Holmes
Tags: female Sherlock Holmes, Western AU
Summary: Thomas Gregson is a man in want of a wife. Sherlock Holmes is a woman in want of getting out. Can they help each other?
Rating: Explicit (not yet, but it will be)
Wordcount: 5360
Notes: Ok so I was stuck on titling this until i found a fantastic generator that spits out hozier song lyrics. Perfect. I might have chosen a basic-ass one, but it seemed to fit. Other possible options were: reasons wretched and divine, Found me just in time, and Only blue or black days. If y'all want to use one of those, OR the generator yourselves! Here it is.
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Sherlock Holmes is a woman of means. So her father expressly forbade her sending the letter to the mail-order bride company. But she had been on a ship to America before he realized she was even gone.
Sherlock hopes that any man who puts in an order for her is at least kind. She sighs and leans herself on the railing of the ship. She also hopes that America is drier and more free than England, though she’s read many novels and newspapers detailing the culture.
Tommy Gregson just wants some companionship. After Cheryl…he needs a change. So when his deputies had dropped the small bound pamphlet in front of him, he had read it in curiosity. He had stilled when he realized what exactly the pages detailed. Brides, ready for men to just…marry. He still gives the papers a thorough read, just to get his deputies off his back, but none catch his eye until the very last page three weeks later. Sherlock Holmes. An odd first name, for sure. But he finds himself reading her description. 5’9, tall for a woman. And slight, as well. 28 years old, black hair, blue eyes, fair skin…he can picture her. So he looks through the pages detailing the process for such a thing. There are ways to talk before he decides. Letters. He nods to himself, alone in his room, and writes to the company, asking for her address.
Sherlock checks the post every day, looking for any letters from possible…’suitors’ isn't the best word…’potential husbands’ is more accurate. But it’s weeks before she gets one. She takes it to her room and opens it eagerly. She examines the handwriting first- neat penmanship, which pleases her. That means the man takes care in everything he does. She reads the letter.
Ms. Holmes, the greeting says, which makes her even more pleased- not overly familiar. The house she’s in, with other mail-order brides, the women had said that the men that write often use the woman's first name or even a nickname like they know each other. There are the rare ones that write something sappy like ‘to my dearest love’ or what have you. She reads the letter.
I am writing to you to see if we would be a good match. My name is Thomas Gregson and I’m the Sheriff in Silver Road, New Mexico. I admit, I’ve never done something like this before. But I’m willing to give this a try because some companionship would be nice.
Since I have an idea of what you look like, I guess it’s only fair for you to have an idea of what I look like. I’m thirty-two, six feet tall, and going gray. I’ve spent my whole life in Silver Road. The town has a sheriff’s office, a saloon, a jail, a courthouse, and several houses. I live outside of town, in a house with a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a front porch.
Let me know if you'd like to correspond,
Thomas Gregson
Sherlock hums, pleased. This Thomas Gregson, he seems both polite and honest. He also didn't force the issue, he asked for her permission for them to write each other. She picks up a pen and paper, and starts to write a reply. She goes through a draft, crossing out words that don’t seem to fit, before she’s happy with the result.
Gregson opens the envelope when he gets home. The penmanship is gorgeous and he raises an eyebrow at it. It almost looks like she comes from money, or at least was schooled like she was. He reads the letter.
Mr. Gregson.
As you might expect, my name is Sherlock Holmes, and I’m from London England. There’s really so much to explain to a person that just one letter, especially an introductory one, comes nowhere close to touching what they are truly like.
As far as myself, I am also looking for companionship. It’s the reason I wrote to the company- I was not driven by desperation, like some of the poor women at the home I am currently staying in. There’s no bad past behind me. Just an open future.
I appreciate that you asked for permission for us to write one another- it shows that you’re a good man. Consider this to be a formal invitation for us to continue to correspond.
Silver Road- and you- sound incredibly interesting, and I look forward to learning more about both.
I look forward to receiving your next letter,
Sherlock Holmes
Gregson hums. It’s a brief letter, and she hadn’t revealed much about herself. But Sherlock is right- one letter isn’t enough. He’s looking forward to more.
There’s several weeks of correspondence between the two before she agrees to come to him. She’s antsy on the train, looking out the windows as the somewhat familiar city disappears in favor of empty land.
When she arrives in Silver Road, she disembarks the train. Tommy- as he had insisted she called him- had said he would wear his uniform so he’s easily recognizable, and she looks for a star pinned to a brown shirt.
She soon finds it and looks at him from afar, hidden among the other passengers. Tommy is looking at every female passenger, probably wondering which one she is. He’s a handsome man, prematurely going gray as he described. It’s dashing. He’s tall and well-built, but not overly wide. He has a sinewy strength to him she quite likes. Before she takes a stride towards him, they meet eyes. She walks to him, her luggage in hand. He meets her. “Tommy,” she asks.
He nods. “Sherlock?” He has an accent, of course (everyone does), but it’s light and he uses it gently.
“Yes.”
“Mind if I take those,” he points at her suitcases.
“They’re light,” she says. He nods and doesn’t push.
“I didn’t expect the train to be late,” he says. “I apologize for that.”
“You don't control that. It was an interesting wait,” she replies. “Plenty of people to talk to, but most just wanted me to pronounce different things,” she rolls her eyes.
Tommy chuckles. “We don’t get many people from England ‘round here.”
“So I gathered.”
“Please, follow me,” he says, standing aside. She does. “Unfortunately, our judge doesn’t marry anyone after three in the afternoon," he starts as he walks beside her. "So you’re welcome to stay with me until the morning when we can be wed.”
“An unmarried woman staying with a man,” she questions.
“I won’t-” he stops himself. “I don’t expect you to have sex with me,” he says. “I just thought it would be nice to have somewhere safe to rest your head.”
“Is there a hotel in town?”
“Not much of one,” he admits. “It’s a few rooms above the saloon.” He snorts. “Most of them are rented by the hour.”
“It pulls double duty as a brothel,” she asks, surprised. He nods. She hums. “Does it have a flat rate for a night?”
“Yes.”
“Then there I shall stay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He nods again. “I’ll show you the way.”
Tommy brings her outside the train station and to a carriage. He steps up and offers his hand, and she takes it to let him help her up. He settles into the seat and picks up the reins, urging the horse into movement. “No one would think less of you for staying with me,” he assures her, looking at her. “We are to be married, after all.”
“I doubt that,” Sherlock says, voice dry.
“The West is not a savage land.”
Sherlock doesn’t reply. The rest of the ride is silent until they pull up to a two-story building. Music is flowing out of the doors, even though they’re shut. After Tommy helps her out, the doors open and two men come flying out. Sherlock quickly side-steps the brawling men.
“Knock that off,” Tommy demands. He waits for his moment and seizes one of the men, hauling him up with ease. Sherlock feels a shudder run through her at his easy strength. Tommy shoves the man away and gets between the irate men. “Go home, cool off,” he says, and one man grumbles and walks away. Tommy turns when he’s away and looks at the second man. “You too, Horace.”
Horace walks off.
“Still want to spend the night here,” Tommy asks.
“Yes.”
Tommy nods. He pushes the doors open and holds one open for her, and she steps inside. The building doesn’t offer much relief from the hot sun. There are several games of cards being played, a bar with plenty of alcohol, and women walking around, putting glasses in front of various men and some even sitting on laps. She follows Tommy to the bar.
“John,” Tommy calls, and the bartender turns.
“Sheriff,” John says, approaching him. “What can I do for you?”
“I need a room for the night,” he says. John glances behind him, to Sherlock.
“This your soon-to-be bride?”
“Yes,” Sherlock says.
“I’ll have Charlie send you up,” John nods. “Charlie!”
A woman soon appears. “Yes, John?”
“This lady needs a room for the night. Give her 4.”
“Sure thing.”
“What’s the cost for the night,” Sherlock asks.
“I’ll pay,” Tommy says.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Sherlock, you’re to be my wife. You don’t have to pay.”
“How much for the night?”
John says the cost. Tommy glares at him.
Sherlock nods and sets her luggage down, drawing out her purse.
“Sherlock-”
“I’ll pay, Tommy.”
She hands over the money and John accepts it.
There’s a crash and Tommy steps to Sherlock, putting his back to her. Protecting her. It warms her.
“Sheriff,” the man in front of a small group of men says, smiling. The men behind him look rough. Every one of them is carrying a pistol.
“Moriarty,” Tommy greets cooly.
“I thought you were an ‘honorable man,’” Moriarty mocks the last two words. “Never figured you’d buy a loose woman.”
Sherlock scowls at Tommy’s back.
“What do you care what I do,” Tommy asks. Moriarty comes closer with two men while the other four go to tables.
Moriarty steps to his right and looks at Sherlock as best as he can. Tommy steps in front of her again, but not enough to completely block her from view. Moriarty drags his eyes down her body. “God damn, Sheriff. This one wasn’t here when I was last,” he says, cocking his head. “I might just have to buy a few nights with her myself.”
“Moriarty,” Tommy says warningly.
“What? Is she your personal whore,” Moriarty laughs. His eyes light up after a second. “Hold up,” he says. “She’s got suitcases. Did you send off for a bride, Sheriff?”
“Sherlock, go upstairs,” Tommy says without looking at her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Tommy-”
“Go.”
Charlie stands next to Sherlock and she looks at her. The woman looks frightened. Sherlock nods and follows her.
“Who is Moriarty,” Sherlock asks when they’re in her room for the night.
“A bounty hunter,” the woman replies quietly. “One that always brings his bounties dead rather than alive.” Sherlock nods. “Stay in here tonight, lock the door. Don’t go out until the morning.”
“Alright,” Sherlock says. She knows she can hold her own, but it’s always good to meet people who don’t fight in the first place. Men who don’t turn sour when the bottle runs out or when they lose a hand of cards. "Thank you. Goodnight." Charlie leaves, politely closing the door behind her. Sherlock walks to it and locks it. She gets ready for bed and goes to sleep.
The next morning, Sherlock wakes early and gets dressed. She packs everything up so she's ready whenever Tommy comes. She walks downstairs and goes to John, who's oddly still tending bar. She thought there would be a fresh bartender.
"Morning," John says once she's close enough.
"Good morning."
"The Sheriff hasn't come by yet."
Sherlock nods. "I thought as much."
There are fewer men in the establishment than there had been last night, but still over a dozen. She looks around. Most of them drunks, some of them gamblers, some whoremongers. She can pick out exactly who is who, of course. She turns back to John. "May I stay down here so I can see the Sheriff when he comes?"
"Do whatever you want." Sherlock nods and settles at a table. "Want breakfast," he calls.
"Please."
A woman with a low cut dress is soon there. "What can I get you," she asks.
"What do most people get?"
"Grits and eggs."
"That's fine." The woman nods and walks off.
There’s a stampede of footsteps and Sherlock looks up. Moriarty and his men are coming down the stairs. John appears at her table, sitting in the available chair.
“Look who I found,” Moriarty crows. “The Sheriff’s mail-order bride,” he says. He stops near her table a few paces back. “Are you one of them virgin ones,” he asks. Sherlock glares at him. “Aw, come on sweetheart. I’m just asking a polite question.”
“No, you’re asking an invasive one.”
“Well, well, well. You ain’t from around here.”
“What tipped you off,” she cocks her head. Moriarty glares and takes a step forward. A black man in a brown shirt appears in front of her with his back to her. He has a pistol in his belt.
“Deputy,” Moriarty greets.
“Moriarty. I believe you’ve been told to leave this lady alone.”
“It’s just a friendly conversation, Deputy.”
A woman comes out and puts a plate in front of Sherlock. She looks at it, seeing eggs and a truly strange pile of…something. These must be the grits. She looks up again, not wanting to look away from Moriarty for very long. He’s a dangerous man. Sherlock can hold her own with her hands, the pistol at her ankle, and the knife in her boot, but she’d rather not risk it.
“Enjoy your meal, darlin’,” Moriarty says. He has the same accent as Tommy, but his is much harsher. He turns and walks to a nearby table, joined by a few of his men. The deputy doesn’t move. Neither does John. Sherlock eats her breakfast, enjoying the eggs and tolerating the grits. Food is fuel, nothing else, but there’s better fuel available. Perhaps not in Silver Road, though.
She hasn’t been done two minutes when Tommy appears at her side. “Ready,” he asks. Sherlock nods and stands. “I’ll help you with your things.” He offers his arm and Sherlock takes it, leading him to her room. He grabs her suitcases and brings her downstairs without a word. He keeps himself between her and the room.
“Have a nice day with your bride, Sheriff,” Moriarty calls loudly. “I’ll be seeing you.”
“Goodbye, Moriarty.”
Tommy brings Sherlock outside and into a carriage. He helps her in like he had before and they go to a building. He helps her down and they walk inside. He relaxes once in, which makes Sherlock relax.
“The judge will marry us here,” he says.
She nods. The judge soon appears and performs the ceremony.
Sherlock walks out of the courthouse a married woman with her husband beside her. He helps her in. “My deputies insisted they give me the day off today,” Tommy says as they get into the carriage. “So I’ll bring you home.”
“Alright.”
Tommy brings her outside town to a modest house and they go inside, Tommy holding her suitcase. “One is light,” he notes once he opens the door for her. She walks inside. “What did you bring? More specifically, what did you leave behind?”
“Is that important,” she asks.
“I guess not,” he says. “Follow me.”
She does, and he brings her to his room. He sets the suitcases on the bed. “Get settled in,” he nods. “Did you eat?”
“Yes. Eggs and grits.”
“Ah, I don’t like grits myself.”
“Me neither.” Tommy chuckles and Sherlock likes the sound.
“I’ll be sure not to make you any, then.”
“Make me any,” she repeats.
“I’ve been alone for some time, Sherlock. I do know how to cook.”
“And you don’t expect your wife to do that?”
“If you want to, you can, but no I don’t expect it.”
“You’re a strange man, Tommy.”
“I choose to take that as a compliment.” He smiles gently. “That one’s your dresser,” he points. She nods. He leaves and closes the door behind him. She unpacks her meager belongings and puts them away. She’ll get more here. She can sew well enough with the machine she brought, so fabric will do just fine. She often has to get clothes tailored to fit her tall frame anyway. Sherlock steps out of the room and finds Tommy in the main area, sitting on a couch. He stands when he sees her. “All good,” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He pauses, unsure for the first time. “I gotta be honest. I don’t have many days off, so I’m not sure what I’m gonna do today. Especially with a new wife,” he laughs. Sherlock finds her mind filled with just exactly what Tommy can do with a new wife. She feels her face warm and Tommy must see it. “I’ll wait until you’re ready, Sherlock,” he says, walking to her. “I’m not an impatient man.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
“Sheriff,” a desperate voice calls outside, and Tommy runs out, Sherlock following him. There’s a man outside, eyes wide with fear. “There’s a fire in town!”
“Where,” Tommy demands.
“Watson’s house!”
“Fuck! Sherlock, stay here,” Tommy demands.
“I can help!”
“I want you safe! Stay. Here.”
“What if Moriarty comes by,” she challenges.
Tommy glares and grits his teeth. “Do you know how to ride a horse?”
“Yes.”
“Follow me.”
She does, finding two horses hitched to a fence. On the fence are two saddles, one normal and one side. He hefts the side saddle in his arms (again warming her with his strength) and quickly does the buckles. Sherlock steps forward and does the side facing her. Tommy gets his own horse ready with the help of the man, and they all get on their horses. The men turn theirs towards town, and Sherlock follows. Tommy urges his horse quickly, and she races after him. Soon, they’re in town and there are people yelling at each other as they carry buckets. Tommy stops his horse outside a building and gets down, running. Sherlock hops off and follows him, hitching her dress up so she can move quickly. They get to a building engulfed in flames. “Is Watson inside,” Tommy demands of the closest man.
“No!”
“Good.” He turns. “Sherlock, this is Brad. He’ll show you where the well is. Go.”
Sherlock nods and follows Brad. They both get two buckets and bring them back. Sherlock looks at the house, quickly assessing where exactly she needs to throw the water. She takes her buckets and goes around the side, putting one on the ground. She uses the other and precisely throws it on the source of the fire. It goes out. She brings the second bucket around and uses it at another source. She helps the townsfolk put out the fire and Tommy is soon next to her. He sighs. “Never seen a fire that big. But we put it out fast.”
“There were multiple spots of origin.”
“How do you know that,” he asks, looking at her.
“Someone set that fire.”
“But why?”
“Haven’t the foggiest idea. Who’s Watson,” Sherlock asks, turning to face him. He has soot on his cheek so she takes out her handkerchief and wipes it away. He stills. She cleans him up and folds the cloth again.
“My right hand deputy,” Tommy replies. He offers his arm and she accepts. They walk together and Tommy brings her to the jail. They walk inside and Sherlock sees a Chinese woman inside, fingers steepled in front of her face. There are a few men around, silent.
“Watson,” Tommy says, walking to the woman. Sherlock is surprised and follows him.
“Sheriff,” she stands. “You were supposed to have a day off.”
“Fuck that, your house was on fire.”
“I wasn’t inside,” Watson says. She looks at Sherlock. “This your new wife,” she asks, a smile playing at her lips.
“Yes. Meet Sherlock,” he introduces. “Sherlock, this is Joan Watson.”
“Pleasure,” Sherlock says. “I’m sorry about your home.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Gregson.” Sherlock startles- of course, her name is different now.
“Just Sherlock, please.”
Joan looks at Tommy, who nods. “Sherlock says that the fire was started in multiple places.”
“How do you know,” she asks Sherlock.
“I read a lot,” she shrugs.
“Where was the fire started,” Joan asks.
“The east side of your home, right in the middle of the base of the wall, the west side the same, the north side on either side of the door and in the center of your house,” she replies.
“Five,” Tommy demands. She nods. “How do you know, Sherlock?”
“Simple deduction, really,” she says. Tommy listens to Sherlock explain. She’s smart, and he doesn’t know how she saw what she did.
“Impressive,” he nods. She smiles a little. She doesn’t get told that enough, Gregson realizes. I’ll tell her that every day. “Did you see anything else? Something that would tell us who set it, maybe?”
Sherlock shakes her head. “No, the fire and water must have burned and washed away everything I could have used.”
“Sheriff,” Watson says, and he looks at her. “I think we all know who probably set it.”
“Moriarty,” Tommy says. “But you know we can’t just arrest him, even though Lord knows I want to. He has too many friends in high places.” Tommy sighs and Sherlock moves immediately, dropping his arm and gently rubbing his upper back. He relaxes under her fingers.
Sherlock sees his deputies looking at her, but she ignores them for now. Right now, Tommy needs some reassurance. “You’ll get him,” she says. “From what I’ve seen so far, I know you will.” Tommy looks at her and smiles a little. He huffs a laugh. He straightens and Sherlock stills her hand and slowly removes it even though she doesn’t really want to. His back is muscled and she wants to keep touching him. She warms and looks away from him. She still puts her hand in his offered arm.
“Alright,” Tommy says, and his deputies look at him. “Keep an eye on Moriarty, and keep your wits about you. We don’t know what he might do next. Watson, you can stay with me,” he says.
“No thanks, Sheriff. Bell already offered his guest room,” Watson says.
“Thanks, Bell,” Tommy says as he looks at a short black man. He was the one guarding her at the saloon that morning. Bell nods. “Sherlock, do you mind if I work today,” he asks.
“Sheriff,” Watson complains. “We have this covered. Spend time with your wife.”
“Watson, someone destroyed your home. I’m not taking a day off until Moriarty is taken care of.”
“Sheriff-”
“Watson,” Tommy cuts her off. “Sherlock and I have time,” he says. “I want him either in cuffs or out of town. I won’t rest until one happens.”
Watson looks at Sherlock briefly. “It’s alright, Deputy,” Sherlock assures her. “Like Tommy said, we have time,” she smiles gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Tommy smiles in her periphery and touches her hand.
“Thanks, Sheriff,” Watson says.
“Good. Now I want to go ask Moriarty some hard questions. Bell, with me. Watson, if you would stay here and make sure Sherlock’s alright.”
“You’re making me sit out,” Watson asks, incredulous.
“You need time to process,” Tommy says gently. “I promise, when the time comes you get to put the cuffs on him.” Watson pauses and nods. “Good. O’Malley, go see if you can round up the men Moriarty brought. Take Grell with you. Fulton, Hobbs, Wells. Once they’re found, separate them. Let me be clear- no one goes alone. Twos and threes. Got it?”
“Yes, Sheriff,” Watson nods.
“And Ripley,” he says, looking at a woman with no badge. “Stay with Watson and Sherlock.”
“Yes, Sheriff.”
“Alright.” Tommy looks at Sherlock.
“Be safe,” Sherlock says, taking her hand out of his arm. He catches it and presses a kiss to the back of her fingers.
“I will.”
He walks out with most of his deputies, leaving Sherlock and the other two women alone. Sherlock looks at them. “Nice to meet you,” Watson extends her hand.
“You as well. Do you prefer I call you Joan or Watson,” she asks as she shakes it.
“Joan,” she nods.
“Then Joan it shall be.” She turns to the other woman. “And is Ripley your given or surname,” she asks.
“My first,” Ripley replies. "So you can call me Ripley." Sherlock nods and smiles.
"Please, call me Sherlock."
"Odd, isn't it," Ripley asks. Sherlock furrows her eyebrows. "Being called by a different last name," she clarifies.
"I'll get used to it," Sherlock says. And she does hope she does.
"You do," Ripley smiles.
"So what do you do here, Ripley," Sherlock asks.
"I work the front desk," she explains. "But don't you worry, I can handle a shotgun as well as any deputy."
"I'm not worried," Sherlock replies. She isn't, surprisingly. She trusts Tommy to protect her.
"Where are you from," Joan asks.
"London, England."
"You're a long way from home."
"I haven't considered London home in quite some time," Sherlock admits.
"Why not," Ripley asks.
"Ever since my mother passed thirteen years ago, my father has been quite distant."
"How long were they together," Joan asks.
“Forty years,” Sherlock says. The women nod and look sympathetic.
“I’m sorry,” Joan says.
“It isn't your fault,” Sherlock smiles. “But thank you.” She looks out the door. “Should we get my horse,” she asks. “Unburden it?”
“I’ll come with you,” Joan says and stands. Sherlock nods, knowing that they won’t accept any of her protests. The women walk out and Sherlock takes the reins of her horse. The horse nickers and pushes her nose into her cheek. Sherlock smiles and strokes down her forehead. She leads the horse to the hitching post in front of the jail and ties her to it. She unbuckles the saddle and Joan helps her put it on the rail. Sherlock pats the animal fondly and walks inside with Joan. Joan stands behind a chair and gestures at it, offering it to Sherlock.
“I’m alright, but thank you.”
“So what made you choose the Sheriff,” Ripley asks.
“Truthfully, he was the first one to write to me. But as we wrote more to each other,” Sherlock trails off. “I’m not sure, it felt like…we understood each other.” She smiles and looks at her boots. “That must not make much sense. We’re strangers.”
“There are some people you just bond with,” Joan says. Sherlock looks up and smiles softly when there’s no judgment in her voice. “And it feels like you’ve known each other for years.”
“Exactly.” Sherlock wants to ask, but Ripley and Joan are hardly impartial.
“What is it, Sherlock,” Joan asks.
“Nothing.”
“Sherlock.”
She pauses. “The Sheriff…is he a good man?”
“The best,” Joan nods. “He’s the only Sheriff for miles who’s an honest man and keeps women and black men on his staff.”
“And behind closed doors?”
“He’s never done anything untoward,” Ripley promises her. “Not towards me, Joan, or any other woman in town.”
“Then,” Sherlock starts. She holds her tongue.
“Then why hasn’t he found a wife,” Joan asks, smiling. Sherlock nods. “He’s committed to his work. He hasn’t had the time. But everyone needs companionship. So a few deputies kept dropping catalogs on his desk,” she laughs. “He would read them, but quickly. Until he saw your name.” Sherlock’s cheeks warm. “I think he thinks you understand him, too,” Joan continues. “He’s been nervous since you told him you’d come.” She warms further, and Joan smiles reassuringly. “You’ll see,” she promises. Sherlock nods.
The day draws on and Sherlock gets to know the women. When the sun has almost set, Tommy walks in with a few men. Sherlock looks up, concerned. “No luck,” he says. “Sherlock, let’s go home." She nods and stands.
“It was nice meeting and getting to know you both,” Sherlock says.
“You too, Sherlock,” Joan says, and Ripley nods, smiling. Sherlock goes to Tommy and takes his offered arm. He leads her outside and her horse is ready. She gets on and he gets on his own horse. Two men escort them home, and then Tommy sends them off once they’ve arrived.
Sherlock and Tommy look at each other for a moment. “Do you want a bath,” Tommy offers. “I can draw you one.”
Sherlock pauses. “A bath sounds lovely, thank you.”
Tommy nods and walks. Sherlock pauses and then goes to his- their- room, picking out some sleeping clothes. She drapes them over her arm and goes towards the sound of Tommy preparing a bath for her. He’s sitting on the edge of the tub, pouring hot water in. He looks up at her approach. “Check the temperature,” Tommy says, standing. “Make sure it’s alright.”
Sherlock nods and puts her clothes on a stool, going to him. She checks the water and nods. “Perfect, Tommy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He leaves the room, closing the door behind himself. Sherlock undresses and gets in the bath, washing up. It’s nice having time to do this, instead of on the train when she could only freshen up. She can get clean, wash away the grime of travel. She washes every part of her and her hair, and then dries herself and gets dressed. She braids her hair, walking to their room. She pauses outside the door and finishes the braid before tying it and knocking on the door. “Come in.”
Sherlock opens the door and Tommy is still dressed. “I could draw you another bath,” she offers. “The hot water will help you relax.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Tommy. You’ve done so much for me, just let me help.”
“Sherlock, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“Alright.” Tommy helps her empty the tub and Sherlock draws a fresh one for him, standing aside to let him check the temperature. “Perfect, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sherlock pauses, unsure, but leaves the room, closing the door behind herself.
Tommy undresses, thinking. He has a wife now. A beautiful one, too. He had read her description, but it didn’t come close to actually describing her. He gets in the tub, sighing. He closes his eyes and puts his head back. Sherlock’s right- the hot water helps. Fucking Moriarty. He causes nothing but trouble, but he’s never done something like this. Assaults, yes. Harassing, yes. But never setting fires, and certainly nothing to any deputy. He scrubs himself clean and then dries off, belatedly realizing he didn’t bring any clothes with him. I’m a fucking idiot. He wraps the towel around his hips and walks to the bedroom door, knocking.
“Come in.”
Tommy does, and Sherlock is already lying in bed. Her eyes dart down his chest to the towel, and then she looks away from him completely. “You don’t have to knock,” she says.
“You did.”
“Force of habit.”
He nods and goes to his dresser, pulling on pants. He puts the towel in the laundry and goes back, emptying the tub. He steels himself outside for a moment before he heads back in. He opens the bedroom door without knocking and Sherlock looks up. “Tomorrow we can get you whatever you need,” he promises as he stands beside the bed. He pauses and Sherlock flicks the blanket back. He gets in.
“That sounds nice,” she replies. “I can sew well enough, so just fabric is fine. I always had to alter my clothes anyway,” she continues as Tommy settles in. She looks at him. “Do you want to sleep right now?”
“Don’t go to sleep on my account.”
“No, I’m tired.” Sherlock reaches and turns off her lamp. Tommy turns and does the same. “Goodnight, Tommy.”
“Goodnight, Sherlock.”
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📓 tell me about Temeraire fanfiction!
Ok so first i’m very [flailing hands, excited noises] about getting an ask! Second, I’m so so Sorry for being slow to answer. And third i also realized I have l less fic thought out than it feels like, its mostly little loose details and questions rattling around…
I have recently been thinking about something that would be Very outsider pov: a series of conversations that is basically different distant acquaintances discussing/reacting to news about laurence. Just some scenes with different people at different times during the story (or alternatively, different people reacting to the same thing?). Thoughts so far:
- the crew of the Reliant - some seaman later serving on a different ship and telling others about how he was there at temeraire’s hatching and confidently sharing his “expertise” about dragons. Or just something like:
”How come you are so unafraid(?) of dragons, mr ——?”
”I was on the reliant, sir, when temeraire hatched. And himself was polite as any could want and even saved —— when he went over in a storm. He never woulda et none of us sir.” (Spose theres some sense to it, captain laurence had everybody mind their manners. Us and the officers too. Made sure the little gentlemen understood the ship and didnt abuse us for no good reason)
[excuse my attempt at writing some unspecified accent, english is not my first language]
- some of the correspondence that laurence is pretty good at remembering when things are only a little bit crazy. Like - Hello dear friend, it is good to hear from you again - I Assure you I am not Offended by this recent Unfortunate pause in our correspondence, but it really has been a Long while since I last had Word from you. My family is well, as is [some mutual friend] who I was happy to catch last month at a Dinner. Now I must Ask, what Pray Tell is this I Hear about you having been Made a Prince?? ….something something
- some of the abolitionist politicians talking to each other like “so have you heard the classified part of what went down in brazil?” I feel they would be interestingly conflicted about it since it is a win towards stopping slavery, but they probably had a different vision for how they thought that should happen and they also probably didnt want portugal weakened at that time so… Also: “That’s our friend’s chaos son doing things again. Should we send him congratulation or condolences? Or perhaps just never mention it?” “Never mentioning it would likely be best I think.”
———
Something i have managed more specific thoughts about is actually animatics. I barely know anything about making any kind of video, but i have two ideas that will not let me go to such a degree that i have detailed notes for one of them and a full storyboard for the other. Actually the reason i started making Temeraire fanart beyond little margin doodles is because i needed to figure out the characters for these animatics.
The song i have a storyboard for is The trial of Lancelot by Heather Dale. Not every line fits perfectly, but a lot of it goes very well with Laurence's own trial.
The other one would be mostly pre canon Laurence set to How far i'll go from Moana. (It works ok)
I realize that while i love pretty much every character in the series Laurence is the one im most focused on. I think its partly because empathy is something i have to do very much On Purpose which means i generally get most attached to main characters whose feelings are more explained in the story. But also partly because I’m fascinated both by the specific way 19th century brits are fucked up and by the struggle of figuring out your own set of morals when the system you belived in fails you.
#temeraire#ask#!!#again im vibrating about getting an ask#and sorry for taking so long#lots of chaotic words…#i hope you get some little joy from something in this
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