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keykeep · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 21:Play Ball- Oliver Wood

Oliver’s tactics for Quidditch training was always extreme but his latest idea of having the entire Quidditch team to abstain from sex or touching themselves for an entire year throughout the Quidditch season has the whole team climbing the walls.

To restrict everyone’s ability to touch themselves or others. Enchanted Chasity cages were now a part of the official Gryffindor outfits to be warn on and off the field. Everyone was irritable, arguing, annoyed and they were talking about staging a mutiny. You were Oliver’s best friend and the only person who could listen to his 20 hour long rants about strategic planning of Quidditch matches. So you reasoned with everyone that it was time to break the no sex rule.

“Wood you better be sitting down for this” you announced walking into his dormitory. “What's going on?” he answered lying on his bed. “The Gryffindor team had an emergency meeting” “why wasn't I notified?” he said upset. “Because it was about you Wood, people are sick of your extreme training methods they need a release”.

You waved your wand to bind him to his bed, and unclamp the chastity belt from your waist.

“What if I told you I wanted you right here? Right now” you smirked at Oliver Wood. He gulped blinking rapidly “as much as I would love to help you, you know the rules” he spluttered out. “well, some rules are meant to be broken” you smiled at him unbuttoning your blouse slowly.

His eyes drifting down to your hands as you threw the shirt onto the bed, followed by your pants until you were standing in front of him in sheer mesh lingerie that you brought for the occasion. “Sorry, you were saying” you bit your lip walking closer to the bed where he was held.

“Uh,uh, Um” Oliver stuttered as you ran a finger down his chest till it got to his pants. You watched as his breathing changed and his body tightened until your touch. “but you said we can’t do this” you said kissing his lips as he responded immediately to your kiss.

You straddle Oliver's thigh gyrating your hips desperate for some release, as you ground yourself up and down his thigh, you started to rock yourself on his thigh so he could feel your wetness soaking through your panties. “Please, let me get off on your thigh Oli” you begged.

“Okay,” he said and as if your hips have a mind of their own they went harder against him increasing the speed that was rubbing against you more intensely.

Loving the friction that was building your fingers bore into Oliver. You felt his cock harden as you smirk at him “can't.. help... it…so.. hot” he moaned. You cry out shuddering as your orgasm soaked through your panties onto Oliver’s thigh.

Oliver swore as you backed away pulling up a chair and sitting across from him. You moved your panties to the side and ran your fingers slowly up and down your clit. Your moving fingers split your lips apart and dipped into your moist depths. Plunging a finger inside yourself you moaned loudly “Oliver, this feels so good”. You could tell by his fixated gaze, the biting hard on his lip, the struggling of his body and his erect cock that he was enjoying this.

You withdrew the finger from your cunt before bringing it up to Oliver’s lips “wanna taste?”. He captured your finger in his mouth sucking on the glistening finger. You removed your finger from his mouth before plunging it back inside you. A moan escaped your mouth as your finger disappeared inside you once again before thrusting it in and out of you. Your thumb found your clit rubbing it fast.

Your breathing now heavy, you moved your hips wider apart and arched your back. Feeling yourself come apart again.

As your head became clearer you picked up your wand releasing Oliver from his bed. He grabbed your hips as he threw you against his bed before he hovered over you. “I’ve finally got you in my bed” he said kissing you. “Say the words and I'll stay here forever” you answered clutching him closer to you.

He shimmied out of his pants releasing his stiff cock from the tortuous fabric. Your eyes grew wide impressed by his size.

You flipped him over you positioned you mouth in line with his cock, running your hands from shaft to tip, before you gave the head of his cock a long slow lick.

You took his head into your mouth sucking it as your hands stroked the rest. You started to Bob your head up and down as you found your rhythm.

He grabbed your head pumping himself deeper in your mouth, watching as your throat constricted to fit his size, gagging and eyes watering as he withdrew his cock.

As a whimper escaped his lips.“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to cum down your throat”,“that doesn't sound too bad” you smiled slyly. “Maybe another day” he promised.

He flipped you over so he is hovering over you as he slides into you with a massive thrust of his hips. You gasped as you felt his cock sliding on and out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you moved your hips to match his thrusts working in unison. With every thrust it seemed as if he went deeper and deeper inside.

“Fuck”, he said through gritted teeth as he pulled back before slamming into you again. His fingers now dug into your hips destined to leave bruises in its wake as he pulled you tight against him. You dug your nails into his back as the moans grew louder. You fought to keep control of the pressure building inside your body but the astonishing pounding of flesh on flesh was euphoric, you couldn’t hold on any longer.

Your cries of ecstasy escaped your lips as your body began to buck beneath him. His cum followed closely behind yours as you felt Oliver’s cock jerk as cum erupted into you. He collapsed onto you as you caught your breaths and came to your senses. You pull Oliver in for a kiss “you’re right, stress relief is important, I feel so calm” you giggled as you responded “glad I could help Wood”, he responded with his mouth deepening the kiss between you before saying “you can always help me out”.

“I guess I should tell the team that the sex ban is lifted” Oliver said, “or we can tell them in the morning” You responded.

“I like the way you think” Oliver said

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oz00ms2 · 7 months

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I’m like five hours late with Starbucks to this but I neeeed to ask you about your Marine Buggy au if you’re up for it. How much do you think Buggy is a formidable threat in this au and how much is him somehow stumbling into success like in canon? Not that canon Buggy can’t be a threat under the right circumstances , but one can’t deny how much is just pure unadulterated dumb luck and it’s just extremly funny to me imagining another version of him bumbling his way to the top in the same manner, but also this version of Buggy seems more competent in comparison, so I am interested in hearing how you interpret him yourself.

Also as a Shuggy appreciator I am still gonna throw out the scenario of someone promoting Firebug up a rank and adding „You really did it Sir. If those dastardly pirates set sail just an hour earlier we wouldn’t have had the menpower and that tactical advantage that helped us win that last fight . It’s a shame that red headed bastard got away, but nevertheless this is a huge success for all of us. Truly remarkable Sir! How’d you do it? How did you keep them from setting sail for so LONG? Did you mingle amongst the crew to stage a mutiny? Did you damage their boat? Sir, I would love to know Sir!“ Buggys mind flashes back to him and Shanks absolutely violently making out against the wall in Shanks cabin. „… Some tactics are better kept a secret.“ „Of course Sir! Yes Sir!“

did you bring me a coffee too? :<

ty for asking about this silly lil au.

for marine!buggy I still have to believe he falls UP as is his MO. this little dude has supernatural luck and a bizarre power over men with his strange charisma so having that transfer to this au with minor tweaks.

I like to imagine he was under tsuru's tutelage once he officially joined the navy - as it's difficult for me to see him viewing any man as worth his obedience after rogers and his broken heart. plus she has a strong immunity to flashy types and I believe she'd be capable of curbing his worst traits. buggy would need someone to speak to him like an adult, blunt and lacking the whimsical dreams of his adoptive pirates who I see as having allowed buggy too lofty of a perception on the world with his issues.

would he be a dangerous marine? probably not on his own - but being believed in and supported by structure and more talented minds - I think he'd be a crafty ballistics expert and a typically underestimated foe. very useful against run of the mill pirates and keeping shorelines safe. but against more daunting enemies he'd depend on numbers and the backup of more powerful allies (while absolutely taking the praise for "organizing the group attack". )

like, please imagine smoker being his subordinate - that is hilarious to me.

I think he'd be a successful marine with very little interest in the darker machinations of the marines because he's only here to feed his loss and be praised for doing a good job. however he would be easily manipulated by darker hearted higher ups and probably not the most reliable.

unfortunately he's still buggy at heart, still a dreamer, and if he happens to mess up when his envy of free-spirited pirates gets in the way of his job, well he gets demoted/promoted endlessly like he's riding a ferris wheel with a broken brake.

…

as for the scenario you so beautifully presented: yes absolutely 100% 10/10 no notes.

the amount of times buggy has been interrupted mid-tumble with shanks and it has been misconstrued as him "fighting epically against the horrid red hair captain" is in the hundreds at this point.

the Marines who know the truth wish they didn't and he gets his ear dragged around by tsuru as she screams at him: that's not what she meant when she said to take red hair down!!!

#shuggy #buggy the clown #captain fire bug #buggy au #red haired shanks #oz answers #shanks x buggy #marine!buggy au

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moon-huny · 8 months

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Stole the Moon - Chapter Four

CW: My content is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI. Youre kidnapped, hostage situation, standard pirate stuff. mention of attempted assault, murder, afab reader, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Going ashore, something about Buggy seems off.

A/N: I could not fit all of the smut that I wanted to include in this chapter so onto the next, which will exclusively be the chapter. I would just hate to rush and waste all of the angsty potential.

Learning more about our reader in this chapter tho. Gotta love some backstory. You know what they say, uncertain pasts make the heart grow fonder.

Okay, that's all, enjoy.

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“Fuck off to where you came from Cabaji, you can pry her from our cold dead hands!”

You were laid out on the yellow loveseat sipping water while Lettie kneeled beside you and gently cleaned the red makeup from your neck. Marie was on the other side of the small cabin, pushing the door shut and spewing threats. She gripped the little iron knob and pushed her entire body weight against the door to keep the swordsman out.

“You forget that I happen to know at least eight different ways to kill you,” Cabaji shot back, the door once again shuttering against Marie’s attempts to keep it closed.

Last night, the two young women stumbled their way to the kitchen for a late night snack – and to perhaps steal some of the wine you and the captain might have left behind. Only what they found was you slumped forward in a dining chair, Cabaji with his feet up sleeping and an empty bottle.

Lettie’s eyes had gone wide at your predicament and Marie nearly slit Cabaji’s throat. Immediately the two of them carried you to their room to let you sleep the rest of the night.

“And you forget, Greenie, that I know just as many!” Marie shouted.

The hangover you had was impossible to ignore. Lettie’s gentle hand nursed you back to health for the most part, but that blanket of pain draped over your head didn’t make it easy to get off your feet.

You kept thinking back to last night. The way his lips had connected with your skin lit a fire that you couldn’t put out. The places where his kiss landed on your body had left an imprint like steps on the sand. Every thought you had the whole morning fell back to him, and his hands, and his voice, and his kiss.

You almost regret pushing him away. Your head was swimming with all of the potential things you could be doing this morning had the night gone in Buggy’s favor.

His incessant need to have your allegiance was a subject you had no intention of ever budging. He kept you in a cellar on his ship as a prisoner, it’s not exactly strange that you wouldn’t want to join the very crew that imprisoned you.

“Captain wants her on land with him,” said Cabaji. “He said she has to be there.”

“Oh, come on!” said Lettie standing up from her place next to you and walking to the door. “What good will it do for Buggy to tote around this poor girl?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Cabaji said with a mock confusion from the other side. “I didn’t realize we were staging a mutiny! Although, for you two surely that’s not a new concept. In fact, maybe I should remind Captain Buggy about your backstory? Hmm?”

They both looked at one another nervously. After that comment, you immediately stood – dizzy as you may be – and made your way to the door. Moving around Marie, you pushed the threshold open to see Cabaji standing there waiting for you.

“Leave them alone,” you said. “I’ll come with you, just let me get dressed. That okay with you?”

Cabaji just shrugged and leaned against the wall with a bored expression. Closing the door, Lettie mouthed an ‘are you sure’ to which you simply nodded and began pulling some clothing together from their crammed reserve.

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Cabaji did as was instructed and escorted you above deck. The two girls followed behind under the guise of wanting to go into the town just like every other crew member.

Stepping out onto the deck of the ship, you looked out over the island. It was seemingly small, but with the amount of buildings stacked on top of one another you wouldn't have known it. Teeming with life in every direction, the little city was unlike anything you’d seen before.

The sight of land caused you to remember –

A small seaside town.

just big enough to spend time alone but small enough to know the names of all the residents. You were eleven years old again and walking the dusty road to the dock. The sun was setting through the beautiful trees and over the open pastures, the bridges on your path took you over sweet little streams reflecting the warm orange glow of the sky.

Nearing the rocky shore, you came upon the tiny dock. Stomping your little feet to the end of the planked walkway, you hopped onto a woman’s boat. It was a fishing ship, large enough for three to be comfortable but small enough to be sailed by one.

“I told you to wait for me at home,” said the woman. In your memory you saw her wearing your necklace. The beautiful antique moonstone pendant. She was putting away fishing nets with a swift precision only someone with intense experience could do.

“I got bored,” you said with a shrug. “I want to go out on the boat.”

“You know we can’t do that, it’s getting late,” replied the woman hardly regarding you and continuing her chores.

“Aw come on,” your youthful self replied, crossing your arms and dragging out all the syllables in a whine. “I want to go see them.”

The woman stopped, put her work aside and strode up to you. Gripping both of your shoulders she said in a serious tone, “just because they let you live that one time, does not mean that those monsters will allow you to live a second.”

“They aren’t monsters, they are my friends,” you responded.

“And I am your mother, and I say no.”

“(Y/N)?” Lettie touched your shoulder gently.

“Yea!?” you jumped out of your memory. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I just had a moment.”

She looked at you with suspicion. You looked visibly shaken like you’d seen a ghost.

“Okay, well, if you need anything,” said Lettie.

“Just call for us,” chimed Marie.

You nodded back at them in return. Cabaji, Lettie and Marie marched off the ship and down the dock to enjoy whatever the island had to offer. Watchinging them continue up the street, no one ran in fear or called for help, yet the three acrobats did instill respect. People moved out of the way, regarded their presence humbly.

The clothing you’d chosen was suitable for the warmer climate. A long patterned dress with a slit up the side was perfect for the tropical air. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t pick it with him in mind.

As you stood looking out over the side of the ship, you heard footsteps approach from behind you. You turned to face him. His expression was blank, no self important smirk, no drag of the eyes along your body, nothing. He simply stopped, eyes connecting with yours, and with a bored expression, looked off toward the town.

“Let’s go,” he said, making his way toward the ramp down to the dock.

“Hey!” you called after him from higher ground. He turned to look at you with a dramatic head turn.

Raising his eyebrows all he said was, “what?” in the most annoyed tone you’d ever heard him use with you.

You scoffed, mostly in shock at the way he was speaking to you. You’d been threatened, sexualized, and outright ignored, but never had he been this … this … petty.

“What is your problem?” you said with all of the accusatory intent you could muster.

“My problem,” he responded. “Is that you wont shut up and follow where I am telling you to go. Now Let's. Go.”

You were stunned, absolutely in shock. Your jaw hung open but no words came out all you could do was stand there and attempt to find the right insult to throw, but nothing came to you.

He simply chuckled at your astonished expression and continued down to the dock. The events of last night sat with him late. He barely slept and while the lack of rest certainly contributed to his mood, seeing you this morning looking like that made him a whole new level of irritated.

Deciding you had nothing better to do and nowhere to go, you followed him. Chasing after the clown you felt your feet finally connect with land, you said what you’d been thinking since you docked.

“I could run away you know,” you said over his shoulder trying to keep up. “There isn’t anything keeping me following you, I could just book it and you’d never see me again.”

He stopped quickly and spun to face you, the quick movement causing you to bump into his chest. He’d forgone his coat and hat opting to keep just the vest and throw his long hair into a bun high on his head. The shorter pieces fell down around his face and some tucked behind his ear.

“Then why haven’t you?”

His eyes had finally connected with yours and stayed there. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt exactly like what you’d been waiting for. Locked in his gaze you couldn’t think or speak, you just stood and let yourself search his beautiful green eyes.

“Yea,” he whispered for only you to hear. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up. “That’s what I thought.”

Turning away from you and continuing on his way up the busy street, you snapped out of whatever trance you were under. He spoke loudly enough for you to hear him as you followed behind.

“Plus, even if you wanted to escape nobody here would aid or abet you,” he detached his torso and spun, arms crossed to face you while his legs continued walking on their path.

Outstretching his arms, “I own this city!”

Taking the time to look at the buildings you passed and the people all around, you saw a spectacular amount of Buggy related iconography. His jolly roger hung in bars, on fruit stands, and hotel welcome mats.

“You’re joking.”

“Is it really so hard to believe that some people would rather live under the banner of a pirate than between the iron jaw of the Marines? Isn’t that right ladies and gents?”

When you both rounded the corner, as if on cue, a chorus of “That's right, Captain” fell sweetly from the mouths of a gaggle of gorgeous young men and women standing on the street corner. They were dressed in beautifully scandalous clothing. The name Madam Zell’s hung above the door of the dimly lit building.

“I love when they call me that,” Buggy said, shooting the group a wink before floating back to attach himself onto his hips.

“Know them?” you asked, feeling jealousy making a home in your chest.

An all too proud smirk pulled on his face looking over his shoulder to say, “intimately.”

You saw red. The gorgeous nymph-like gathering outside the bordello made you second guess yourself. He clearly didn’t have a type, the look of each individual completely different from the next. And yet, you still found yourself jealous of the beautiful individuals Buggy clearly visited.

“Almost there!” he called back to you.

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After a few more blocks, Buggy turned into a skinny alleyway squished between two larger brick buildings. At the end was a heavy carved wooden door.

“Wait here,” he said, turning to you as he placed his hand on the knob.

“In the alley on an island run by pirates? Very funny clown,” you replied.

“Suit yourself,” he said, as the door opened into one of the strangest places you’d seen.

There were incredibly detailed scarves and lamps hanging from the ceiling. All around the room was bathed in different hues of light. The front foyer branched off into a few different hallways and rooms, from around the corner, someone popped their head out.

Their long lavender hair was pulled into a high ponytail, small circular glasses sat on the end of their nose, they wore a long black skirt, a dress shirt and a tailored waistcoat.

“Ah, Captain,” said the shopkeep. “And … guest?” Their eyebrow went up inquisitively and their eyes darted back and forth between you. They then disappeared into the other room.

“Who is that?” you asked

“Beau,” said Buggy. “Chemist, alchemist, fortune teller.”

“And we need them because…?”

“Because they have all the goods that I need to keep making my very special ammunition, sweet cheeks.”

From the other room on the right, Beau reappeared. Walking over to Buggy and handing him a small purple sack. They turned to address you. Their eyes were done with beautifully colored makeup that would put the blue haired pirate to shame.

“In case you hadn’t yet had the pleasure, Captain has an affinity for flashy projectiles. My alchemy produces the kind of ingredients he needs for –”

Beau’s face fell. They stared at you for a long moment, something that made you noticeably uncomfortable.

“You don’t even know what you can do,” they said.

“How did you –” you began before Buggy grabbed you by the wrist and led you to the door.

“Plans are just that, Buggy, plans. You can’t make anyone do anything,” Beau called out after you both. His comment clearly struck a nerve with the pirate as he stopped and turned around.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” said Buggy. “And it’s Captain to you.” He finished, pointing a finger in Beau’s all too relaxed face.

The alchemist leaned around their boss to speak directly to you.

“You’re going to have to figure it out for yourself. But, I suggest getting reacquainted with the moon … in your spare time,” Beau smiled. “I see a certain someone in your future taking up those nighttime hours.”

You were dying to know what they meant, you wanted to stay longer, ask more questions. If they could see the future, could they also tell you your past? Before you could open your mouth to speak, Buggy was pulling you out the door and back into the alley.

“Hey, no wait,” you tugged at his grip on you. “I want to go back inside, I want Beau to tell me more about myself.”

“And I want to get a drink,” he said, pulling you out of the alley and around the corner. You were able to get one last look at the door before it disappeared from view.

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You sat on the small rooftop bar alone. Buggy had long since disappeared downstairs to one of the other floors of the nightclub to do whatever it is that pirates do best. Truthfully you had no idea what he was doing.

The night was beautiful. The bar wasn’t far inland, but it was also one of the highest points in the city. You could look down and see all the way to the ships in the harbor.

Like Beau had told you, you began to watch the moon. Surely it could tell you something about yourself. Unless, of course, the chemist was lying and working for the round nosed menace you can’t keep your mind from wandering back to.

“If I made a run for it, would you tell the clown?” you asked the only other lone soul in your vicinity.

The stoic bartender simply nodded his head and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey gorgeous,” said a voice you had hoped wasn’t directed at you. “Sitting all alone at the bar isn’t something a pretty girl like you oughta be doing.”

“I’m not alone,” you responded quietly.

The guy was twice your size and clearly used to getting his way. He started to lean over you, forcing himself into your personal space.

“You look very alone to me,” he said, leaning further into you. Out of fear, anger and god knows what else, you reached over the bar and picked up the nearest wine bottle before bashing it over the man's head sending him staggering back in pain.

“I’m going to run now,” you said to the bartender as you pushed yourself out of the bar chair and made a break for the stairs.

You ran and jostled your way through people right and left as you heard Goliath chasing after you. Each floor you’d sped down you would stop and look around frantically for Buggy before descending again at the sight or sound of your pursuant.

Eventually, when you realized the blue haired slacker was nowhere to be seen, all you could think to do was book it back to the ship and hope that climbing aboard would be enough of a deterrent for this ridiculously angry and frankly very insistent maniac.

Taking off down the street, the ship was insight, however, as you reached the docks, he had caught up with you and grabbed your arm.

“You pant little pant bitch!” He pulled your body to his face and spit his anger through gritted teeth. “Nobody gets a hit on me and lives, I am going to fucking kill –”

He is cut off by the view of a massive wall of water erupting behind you. The wave, stationary and towering fifteen feet tall descended.

You imagine the water encasing him, forming a barrier around his entire body. He floats there, in mid air in a sphere of ocean you created with nothing more than pure thought.

He is drowning. He tries to swim for the sides of his prison, the bottom, the top, but the current you’ve created is too strong. Eventually he stops fighting and you let the water go and crash upon the wooden dock hearing the thud of his body hit the deck.

Your body crumpling from exhaustion.

The last thing you hear is him calling your name. You catch a glimpse of the full moon as you slip into unconsciousness.

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You stand in his quarters, still, and boiling with rage. All he does is sit in his chair and look at you. The tension in the room was thick as blood, something you coincidentally have on your hands.

“You should not have left me alone.” you say. “I killed him.”

“Baby, please, I kill people all the time.” He replied sticking to his petty nonchalance from early in the day.

Your eyes went wide daring him to keep talking. He shut up very quickly then.

“I don’t even remember what happened. All I can remember is running and when he caught me I blacked out.”

You paced in your spot of the room across from him biting your thumb and plastering a worried expression across your face.

Buggy knew exactly what you did, he watched the whole thing happen. He watched you call up the sea and use it to drown a man midair. But it would be a cold day in hell before you knew that.

Sea water might as well be poison to him. The devil fruit inside was responsible for his inability to swim and if you so happen to get a hold on those powers before you had a loyalty to him, he’d be a goner for sure.

“What happened?” you asked the pirate. His long hair down and shirt changed into a loose linen.

“You know I wish that I could tell you, doll,” he said from his relaxed position in his chair. “But I didn’t see anything.”

He had lied dozens, hundreds of times before and while on the outside it seemed no different, he felt an uncomfortable weight on his chest, like he could feel the lie pushing him down. The way you looked so out of control. This wasn’t like you. You were confident and strong and always trying to stay one step ahead of him.

Your body fell into one of the other chairs in the room. Your head in your hands, all you could do was sit there and feel overwhelmed.

Perfect thought Buggy. He may have felt bad but he wasn't about to go back on a plan, not one so developed as this. You were in the palm of his hand all he needed to do was squeeze.

The clown captain made his way over and knelt in front of you. You peeked at him from behind your hands.

“Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, running his hand up the side of your leg from ankle to knee.

Usually, you’d say no. Kick at him, demand a fight, challenge him. But him before you like this, begging in such a delicate way. You just wanted all the stress and frustration and fear to go away.

You nodded your head as he began to move the slit of your dress to free your left leg. He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee and made his way higher, and higher. Soft lips connecting with your even softer skin.

Then you did something you’d wanted to do for so long. Between your hands you held his face and lifted him to your lips. Still kneeling before you with his hands moved to firmly grip your thighs in the chair, Buggy hesitated. The plan was just to eat you out, send you over the top with pleasure on his tongue, then discard you, make you beg for more.

But to kiss you ... could it possibly be so bad.

You ever so gently touched your lips to his own, teasing and testing to see what he would do, but he let you take the lead. Pressing your lips to his, Buggy was hit with a wave. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. The gentle supple feel of your kiss sent butterflies careening in his stomach. His chest felt tight and his pants felt even tighter.

He was used to the kinds of kisses that people share when they're just looking to fuck but never something like this, like you. It was addictive filling him with a desire he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not a want or even a need, a desire.

He could kiss you forever this way, his hands massaging up and down your pillowy thighs. You grew hotter pushing further into his kiss and moaning for more. This kiss, it was the kind that could seal the deal, make you love him.

But that was when he realized. He understood Beau’s fortune. He was already too far gone and losing control with every moment his mouth was on yours. He pulled away.

“Get out,” he said. His head hung in front of you still on his knees.

“Wha– What?” you questioned.

“I said get out.” He pushed himself to get off the ground and made for his desk to busy himself with something, anything that wasn't your body.

“Did I do something?”

He didn’t answer.

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shadowdaddies · 2 months

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I keep unintentionally making OC's with you... I'm craving more language barrier reader x Amren... Maybe the reader knows that some of her people are trying to sabotage the IC and attack them and is trying to tell Amren with what little Prythian she knows but can't get it across and Amren and crew get attacked but Amren and reader kick ass? And then care for their wounds together with soft kisses and whispered conversations? And the reader plays with Amrens hair when they lay down for the night?

I need Amren carnally

you DO and I LOVE it💜 your OCs are so much fun, with great stories. I'm honored you ask me to write them

More Than Words

Amren x Reader

A/N: this can be read separately or as a part 2 to the smutty Foreign Tongues

Warnings: mentions of blood/battle

Sweat dripped from your brow, blurring your vision as you sprinted as hard as you could towards the River House in search of Amren. Heart pumping, your limbs grew tired from how far you’d ran, but you persevered, knowing that you were already on borrowed time.

The camps of soldiers that Vallahan had sent to aid Prythian remained stationed in the Western border of the Night Court, their naval forces ready to combat Hybern when the time arose.

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You’d accompanied Cassian to meet with General Ildrec regarding strategy, the Illyrian general escorting you through the camps when you overheard a conversation that stopped you in your tracks.

Cassian picked up on your worry instantly, cautious hazel eyes assessing you as you looked to the tent where the voices were sounding from. Your Prythian had improved since your last trip to the Continent - thanks to practice with Amren - but you didn’t know how to explain what you were hearing to Cassian without arousing suspicion from nearby Vallahans.

“I stay here,” you pointed to the ground. Nodding at Cassian, you tried to give him an encouraging smile. “I meet you back in town.”

You’d kept the existence of Velaris a secret from your country so far, using vague terms so as not to alert anyone of your location. Cassian’s face tightened with apprehension, but he nodded and took to the skies to fly home.

Keeping your footsteps light, you crept slowly towards the voices you’d heard speaking, listening for confirmation of the keywords you thought you had heard moments before. Gruff male voices were muffled through their hushed tones and the thick hide of the tent, but you still understood the basics of what they were communicating. A mutiny.

Somehow, Vallahan soldiers who were against the alliance had become aware of Velaris, apparently staging a mutiny to attack the city. Horror struck, and you turned to sprint out of the camp, winnowing as close as you could to the city’s wards before running on foot.

You bounded over the hill, nearly stumbling over aching feet as Amren rushed out of the River House, silver eyes wide with fear. She ran to meet you halfway, catching your arms before you could fully collapse to the ground in front of her.

You hadn’t even caught your breath before Azriel, Rhys, and Mor appeared, each of them staring at you with worry.

“My people...” you gasped, forcing air into your burning lungs. “Come to Velaris. Not much, but...” your lip wobbled, guilt coursing through you at the mere possibility that you had brought these traitors to your allies. “They will hurt.”

“Who?” Amren pressed, her hands moving to cup your cheeks. “They hurt you?”

Your heart twisted at her words, the concern she felt for you, and the misunderstanding that could be your downfall. “No,” you choked out, pointing a finger towards the city at the bottom of the hill. “They hurt Velaris.”

As if on cue, power rippled through the air, Rhys’s own dark magic responding in kind. “They are here,” he growled, disappearing with the Shadowsinger without another word.

You knew their tactics, where your people would attack. You looked frantically to Mor, who spoke the most of your language of anyone, desperate to explain. Vallahans would have a small group at the entry point where Rhys and Azriel were headed, sending the majority of their group to the Night Court’s most vulnerable point, meaning they would be here at the River House within moments.

You begged her in broken Prythian, explaining that you needed weapons against the incoming attack. Mor understood just enough to winnow away and back, arming herself, Amren, and you just in time for the Vallahan rebels to arrive.

Upwards of forty males and females surrounded you, each of them prepared for battle and not hesistating before they charged. Metal clanged as swords collided, flashes of red splattering your vision as you cut your way through the onslaught. You whirled to see Mor catching her breath, Amren taking down the last of the foot soldiers.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you scanned the grassy lawn to find dozens of your fallen people as you moved towards Amren. The three of you had taken down a small army with a planned attack, and you were certain that Rhys and Azriel could handle those at the wards.

“Amren,” you called out, a tentative smile blooming across your face at her, the beautiful female wiping blood from her brow as she smirked at you. As she turned, you noticed the archer sitting in the trees, his bow cocked and aimed right at Amren.

Everything happened in slow motion, the arrow flying through the air with a low whistle, Amren’s shocked face as you ran towards her, pushing her to the ground as the arrow lodged itself deep in your arm.

You fell to the ground with a cry, vision blurring as you registered Mor’s blonde hair flying towards the archer, his body hitting the ground with a thud. Your vision swam as whatever poison laced the arrow’s tip invaded your senses, everything fading to black.

You lurched forward, head pounding in pain as you gathered your surroundings. You were in a familiar room - Amren’s room, you realized at the sight of the unfinished puzzle on the desk.

Pain shot through your arm, and you bit back a scream at the wave of pain as you collapsed back onto your pillow. Sweat beaded your forehead, quickly brushed aside by a familiar soft hand. You turned your head to see Amren looking down at you, her silky black hair falling in a curtain around her face.

Silver eyes sparkled with emotion, the petite female curling into your side as she buried her face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice thick.

Pulling her back from where she lay, you looked at Amren’s face, heart wrenching at the tortured expression she wore. “Why are you sorry?”

Your throat worked a heavy swallow, dehydration grating your voice. “I am sorry. I...”

Tears flooded your eyes as you struggled to find the right words in Prythian. “I came here fast. They were too close, I was behind.”

Amren nodded, an assured smile gracing her lips when she smiled at you. “I know. You have helped us, so much,” she whispered, hand still gently brushing the hair from your eyes. “Everyone in the attack is gone. We are all safe, thanks to you.”

She looked down at your bandaged arm, and the memory of you diving in front of her flashed through your mind. “I would do it again,” you whispered, looking from your arm to her.

Amren’s eyes shone with unshed tears, her resolve crumbling at your gaze. “I know. I would, too,” she promised, and you knew she was telling the truth.

“Hold me?” you asked, coughing on your strangled words as you leaned weakly towards Amren. With a smile, she reached around you to pull a glass of water, tilting the glass to your lips as she helped you drink until you felt better.

“I have been reading,” Amren spoke in your language, her arms winding around your waist. She nodded towards a book that lay on the bed near her legs. “I have been making notes of your language and mine, and taking the time to learn yours. It’s a beautiful language.”

Her hand wound through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as you curled closer into her petite frame. She inhaled shakily, lips pressed to your temple before she murmured, “I hope to use your language much more, from now on.”

Silver lined your eyes, the kind gesture overwhelming as you lay in her bed. “I want to learn your language, too,” you whispered back, and the two of you understood how much more the promises meant. It was more than words. It was your future, and with Amren, it was brighter than ever before.

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epicthemusicalstuff · 10 months

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Tiresias in Epic The Musical

First of all, I just love the part of the song that we have, and I love how it really brings into focus the character arch Odysseus goes through.

First of all ‘I see a song of past romance’ I mean, it shows Penelope, his love, who as of this song in the musical, is behind him. He is trying to get back, and we see constantly that Odysseus is willing to do anything to return to her.

‘Sacrifice of man’ I assuming means his crew that has died to get to this point? Most notably Polites. Again, something that drives Odysseus. He doesn’t want to loose more lives, and thus his mentality changes.

‘Portrayals of Betrayal and a Brothers Final stand’ Is about Eurylocus and how he tries to stage a mutiny against Odysseus, and a brother final stand could be either Eurylocus or Polites, but I choose to think the former due to the order of it all.

‘on this brink of death, I see you draw your final breath’ I love how due to the order of this all, it’s implied that the old Odysseus dies before he makes it home, and it ties in with what the next line is, but I just love this so much. Already Odysseus is no longer the man he was before in Ithaca, nor is he the man from the Trojan war. He also isn’t who he will be in the end also. I just love how it is acknowledged that he is basically different people throughout this entire thing. I also wonder the exact moment the current Odysseus dies. Is it the next song Monster? Is it during Mutiny? Is it Get in the Water? Or perhaps sometimes inbetween?

‘no longer you’ This line just gives me chills. Most of this has been explained, but it just impacts me so much. Odysseus may bear the same name, but that is all. His journey has fundamental changed him.

#This musical kills me #Odysseus #odyssey #epic the musical #epic the underworld saga #epic the ocean saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic the troy saga #epic the Circe saga #Tiresias #No longer you

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justacynicalromantic · 2 years

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I feel like people try too hard to keep Sauron "in character", to the point that they super-impose the 3rd Age LOTR Sauron onto the 2nd Age TROP Sauron. To the point that people attribute everything he does to a manipulation, thinking that the guy does everything as planned, as if he can't do an action because he just feels like it, or make a decision based on emotions. That is just... Not how I saw even LOTR Sauron. Plus, a lot can happen to a guy in several millenia, yk? (And I believe we will even see this road of his in later seasons).

I will give you the scene where he apologises for killing Galadriel's brother, for example.

Rewatching it, you can absolutely tell that Sauron seriously intended to stay in Numenor and do nothing but simple smith work.

He wasn't lying later to Gal when he said he had all but given up at this time frame - he really did. In that moment, he believed himself to be a giant failure, all his plans had fallen through, even the orks mutinied against him and his close servant/friend (because it is obvious he and Adar were close - 1) how else would one disembowel fucking Sauron unless he trusted his back to that person? 2) he would NOT act THAT angry if that betrayal wasn't personal on some level) betrayed him and murdered him - so at this stage he is in the "to hell with it all, I give up, I am a loser, let me just smith cutlery and horse shoes in peace" frame of mind.

But then comes Galadriel asking him to help her take the Southlands, refusing to take "no" for an answer.

As a side note, I find this part of the scene interesting:

Love the actor's work as well here - how his stare becomes vacant as he loses himself in the dark memories.

(And he is turned away from Galadriel here. She doesn't see his face at all. At. All. So, unless he is trying to manipulate coals, the emotions on his face are. All. Real.)

"You don't know what I did. How I survived...

And, as he gazes into the fire, it's not his memories that come (as would be expected out of this cimetographic tactic), but the present scene of the villagers submitting and kneeling to Adar and the orks.

Legitimately, his words here are narrating over the people kneeling to Adar. Right over this moment. I kid you not, go rewatch it, if you do not believe me.

This, here, is a 100% tell that, at least in this story, as TROP authors intended it, the idea is that Sauron's continuous service to Melkor was a matter of survival. You don't make such an obvious parallel unintentionally.

So, while he came to serve him probably out of his young foolishness and ambition, but that, down the road, it became simply impossible to change sides, even if he wanted too, unless he was willing to sacrifice his life for it.

Going back to the point. So, Sauron, as Galadriel asks him to abandon his own plans and help her with her quest, demands that she gives him an honest answer why she pursues her goals.

She turns away from him in tears and:

"The company I led mutinied against me"

Mmmm?🤔

"My closest friend conspired with the King to exile me"

MMMMM?🤔🤔🤔

(what could it be reminding me of I wonder??)

What? What is it, Sauron? Why are you making this sad version of a surprised Pikachu face?? And to her back no less, where she can't even see you doing your obviously manipulative surprised sad faces😆

(Seriously, guys, he even does a small gasp here)

And Galadriel's next words:

"Because they could no longer distinguish me from the evil I was fighting"

...beyond being a hilarious irony (because, yk? said evil is standing right behind you, Gal), are supposed to clarify for those that didn't get it from his shocked face what exactly ran through Sauron's mind at that moment, that surprised him so much:

"We are alike".

Bingo. So there you have it. What made Sauron change his mind and follow Galadriel was not some masterplan where he decided that her quest to the Southlands would be very beneficial for him - but simply he recognised a kindred spirit and he felt he could understand what she was going through and empathised with her, decided to help her.

Bonus - after he just discovered for himself that they have much in common and apologised for killing her brother, she says:

"Your sorrow cannot ease my pain.

And nor will a hammer and tongs ease yours.

There is no peace to be found for you here.

And nor for me.

No lasting peace in any path, but that which lies across the sea.

I have fought for centuries to earn mine.

This is how you earn yours."

(even her words here are perfectly paralleled, casting them as mirrors of each other)

And after saying this she leaves. And he stays looking like this:

- which, again, no one is witnessing, except the empty smithy.

So, in conclusion, Sauron follows Galadriel because: a) he feels a sense of guilt towards her; b) he cannot ignore it because he understands her and he feels they are alike; c) a person he feels they have a lot in common with is sure that "there's no peace to be found for the likes of us here", so yes, it makes him first hesitate and then change his mind about staying in Numenor and living a simple ordinary life; d) while he did plan to just live as a simple smith in Numenor, it was never what he actually wanted for himself. His failures together with his guilt made him give up, but Galadriel gave him hope that he could be something more and do something good. And that was always his dream and his ambition.

I believe it's not before they came to Eregion and he heard about the mirthril and the Elves' plight that it all came to him how he could restart his previous plans that he had abandoned because of continuous failures (and Adar physically banishing him from existence).

PS: and no, it is not Galadriel's fault, because nothing she said here was wrong. Sauron stood on a crossroad and he had a real chance here - where he was wrong-footed and doubted all his previous beliefs - he had a chance to choose the right path. But instead he chose subjurgation of others (and I do not believe it was because of his nature as Dark, but because of his previous experiences, what they shaped him out to be). If anything, the one to blame is Adar with his untimely volcano show, because - who knows? - had they had more time, maybe Sauron could have found the right footing. Instead, before he could unlearn his worse life lessons and learn new better ones, he, sort of, came to the Tree of Knowledge in Eden.

#otp: bind yourself to me #rings of power #sauron #galadriel #saurondiel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel

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dalekofchaos · 5 months

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My ideal interpretation of Glamrock Foxy

My personal ideal interpretation of Glamrock Foxy

Ideal look for Glamrock Foxy

Aesthetic:Space Pirate(because this is the future to Fazbear Entertainment and what better way to bring Foxy to the Pizzaplex then have him return as a Space Pirate)

Purple stars Captain Coat

Eyepatch

Captain Foxy's hat

Changable hand that goes from hook to drumstick

Peg leg

Funtime Foxy version of Helpy as his first mate, Fixy

Band role:The drummer, because it is insane to me that not a single member of the Glamrocks or even any variation of the band in FNAF is the drummer

Personality:Foxy would be a pirate still and have this plundering personality, which would transfer to kleptomania. He’d be like “yarrrrrrghhhh… give me yer loot, landlubber…” Also “Prepare to be boarded” “I’ll make ye walk the plank” Like Monty wants to be the star of the band, Foxy would have a arcade game that shows Foxy wants to stage a little mutiny against Freddy and be the Captain of the band

Concept for this version of Foxy:

The log ride wasn’t finished and abandoned and Fazbear Entertainment felt they needed to take Foxy to the future if he were to become a Glamrock. So Foxy becomes Space Pirate Foxy! No spacecraft is safe from the dreadful Captain Foxy and this makes Glamrock Foxy Freddy’s rival in terms of Fazerblast and in the band. Kid's Cove gets transformed into Foxy's Andromeda plunder, where you can pilot space pirates to plunder ships, listen to Dread Captain Foxy's tales and do battle with the space kraken! Like Monty wants to be the star of the band, Foxy would have a arcade game that shows Foxy wants to stage a little mutiny against Freddy and be the Captain of the band and Roxy and Monty are more than happy to help Foxy, while Freddy, Chica and Bonnie are hella nervous.

Foxy's boss fight. You do battle in the Andromeda Plunder, wage battle ship against Foxy and his and his death could be getting torn apart by cannons on board a pirate ship or being torn apart by the Kraken ride.

Shattered form:Foxy’s shattered form would look like Mangle. Only replacing the radio static with distorted pirate shanties.

#Five Nights At Freddy's #FNAF #Glamrock Foxy #Foxy The Pirate Fox #FNAF Foxy #Foxy The Fox #Foxy The Pirate #Glam Foxy #Montgomery Gator #Roxanne Wolf

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neverenoughmarauders · 24 days

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When we were up to no good - James has Sirius' back, from the start

...'Suit yourself, Pettigrew. Why don't you lead the way?' Black's voice was casual, bored even, like their little game hadn't mattered at all.

Peter seemed to hesitate before deciding to do just that. He made to push past Black and Potter, but Black stuck out his leg, so that Peter stumbled and lost his balance. For a moment it looked like he was about to fall down the remaining steps. A squeal escaped from the boy and Remus made to grab him, knowing already he had reacted too slowly.

Potter, however, had already stuck out his hands, and Peter regained his balance. Remus closed his eyes in relief.

'Careful, it's dangerous, going first.'

Potter's voice was as cold as ice. Peter tore himself free from Potter's grip and hurried down the stairs before either boy could do anything worse.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Potter rounded on Black.

'That was not okay,' he said angrily, and Black startled at the sudden change of tone. 'He could have been hurt if I hadn't caught him.'

'I wouldn't have let him fall, you just beat me to it,' Black said, dismissively, 'Besides, don't tell me you like the git.'

'We should get moving,' Remus mumbled. He wanted to go after Peter and make sure he was okay.

'He could be a useful ally, you know,' Potter said, as they continued down the stairs. The look he gave Black told Remus that Potter's anger had already evaporated: 'when you stage your mutiny against me.' ...

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Ch 2 - extract. It's the boy's first morning. I just wanted something that showed how from day 1, James had Sirius' back first, even when he didn't agree with him (and was willing to confront him about it out of earshot).

And Peter is accepted soon enough in this story (I try not to sideline him however much I want to kill him), but I wanted to do justice to this from the Wizarding World: 'Remus, always the underdog’s friend, was kind to short and rather slow Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor, whom James and Sirius might not have thought worthy of their attention without Remus’s persuasion.'

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ladyluscinia · 8 months

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Organizing my thoughts on OFMD 2x01 - 2x03

Strong start to a season. I really enjoy the black comedy aspect of the show, and the "all these people are kinda terrible" aspect, so win for me! The opening scene gave me a lot of thoughts. Actually, lots of stuff gave me thoughts that I'm gonna dump here (as I rewatch the episodes since I spent the first go around whooping and cheering more than paying attention to details lol) so I can start picking through them more coherently.

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Ok, first. OHMYGOD EDWARD AND IZZ- *I am yanked off the stage* Ahem. BlackHands thoughts will go into a different post, so as not to overwhelm the many other things going on worth discussing. (Link to post)

So. Real first point:

Kraken Era

Big thing I was absolutely wrong about was how dark Edward's Kraken arc would go. I was counting on a very handwavy resolution that would still let him do some fucked up shit, but I expected it to be mostly externally directed violence that toed up to a potential line but didn't quite cross it. Reminiscent of Flint's vengeance rampage after Miranda is killed. Self-destructive harm but only tangential harm of others in your social sphere.

That is... we did not get that. But what we did get I am very here for.

I'll be honest - I wasn't sure they were bold enough in a romcom to blast right over the line into horrifying and then be so audacious it looped back to funny, but they did. And I think the tone is working for them so far. Big saving grace is they went way further with Edward's cruelty but they counterbalanced it by going way further with the suicidal themes, which made the whole situation more extreme and sympathetic. He should still probably apologize tho.

The Breakup Boat

Frenchie my beloved! Also Fang & Jim & Archie & Izzy! Literally the breakup boat is a resounding success all around and I adore every second of their fucked up trauma bonding. Win after win after win.

Frenchie is repression king and it's hilarious. I love how he gets named first mate for presumably being the only one who sounds plausibly honest when getting interrogated, tries to turn the job down, and then doesn't follow a single order while vibing. Also the bonding with Izzy?!? He's steps in during the intervention. He hides him after Edward shoots him, and then later he's checking in on him and leaning against his leg in the cell. Please Frenchie get all up in that Edward and Izzy mess!

And I'm trying not to turn this into a breakup boat recap but also Fang sobbing through basically every scene. The wooden boy story. Jim's terrible voices. Izzy hiding in the walls. "He's our dick" to "He was your friend" holy fuckkkkkk. And the whole mutiny scene was amazing. Jim saying fuck this toxic bullshit and Izzy saving them all!!! (Sidenote: love how all the nameless extras got washed overboard in the storm. More bodycount!)

The tearing into a seagull like zombies scene - perfect. Archie recognizing Stede (did they tell her about Stede in hushed whispers or was it literally just Izzy's singular statement?). All backing each other up on the "retirement" story. Izzy taking the blame to motivate Stede in trying to defend the crew again.

Trauma bonding WIN!

Also sympathetic Izzy has been real forever despite misreads of S1 and the mistaken predictions they spawned, but once again... Izzy!!!

BlackBonnet "On A Break"

They are idealizing each other so fucking hard. Also Stede what on earth are you talking about in the first episode??? "He's just blowing off some steam." "I'm afraid that your life is better without me?" MY GUY are you reading that list of what Edward has been up to??? Denial so strong.

So we have Stede still full of self-loathing and simultaneously convinced Ed couldn't want him but also avoiding the realization that he hurt him really bad because Ed wanted him. And we have Edward actively suicidal over feeling unlovable and determined to murder-suicide his situationship and the kids, except he can't kill himself so he's trying to make everyone else do it.

(And, you know, Edward is very pointedly refusing to see how the people around him would care for and support him if he would let them - even when they straight up offer it to his face - because he is more concerned with the misery of his own twisted narrative about being fundamentally unlovable than whether or not that is a true statement. Stede doesn't want him and everyone else is just a prop for his depression's final act. Very "I don't have any friends" of him - shoutout to that flashback in his purgatory sequence too.)

Edward's self-loathing throwing him into the water, but Edward starting to save himself well before merman!Stede shows up. Because he does, deep down, want to live with or without Stede. Very strong. Like that. Also the idealization on Edward's end of envisioning Stede as a legit magical being of golden scales??? Fuck, you two need to get some perspective.

Stede's Crew

Trauma Lucius I was not counting on, but Lucius going from BlackBonnet supporter to FUCK YOU STEDE was fun. Also Stede offering to be supportive and then immediately trying to nope right out.

Sea Witch Buttons!!!!!! We're going to get naked Buttons charging into a scene screaming about how he's a seagull or something, aren't we?

Confirmation that Oluwande can't read in the funniest way. Well I guess on reflection the scrolls are probably in Chinese so reading wouldn't help, so maybe this point is null.

I did like the note of Stede knowing "The Soul Reaper's" real name. Piracy hyperfixation bonus.

JimOlu vs JimArchie... If we get another poly ship then I'm calling SteddyHands real. I'm just saying.

Oluwande taking initiative to step up and flex his boytoy powers to advocate diplomatically for the crew - very Captain material of him. Also conveniently doubled as a distraction so he was essential to the plan. Go Olu!

Antagonists New and Old!

Spanish Jackie was a treat. I enjoy that she still hates Stede. The Swede literally became a new man by marrying her. AND WE SAW THE HUSBANDS!

Prince Ricky is so far just kind of a shady classist scumbag - presumably that's going somewhere.

Zheng Yi Sao on the other hand... interested what's happening with this whole armada plan she's apparently enacting. The whole Olu boytoy arc was fun. I'm not as into the whole "girlboss" approach to every single female character in this show so far, so, uh, concerned about that. Hoping for more exploration of how she's doing Stede's version of piracy but what exactly is off about it? Because so far there's no real reason to resist her, other than maybe the whole "I didn't conquer China by listening to pirates ramble about their feelings" bit.

Hornigold. Yeah, I know he was a subconscious manifestation of Edward's self-loathing but I still have hope. "Last time I saw you, you said you were gonna flay my skin and feed it back to me." Does that not sound like a great foreshadowing for S3???

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #breakup boat #frenchie ofmd #zheng yi sao ofmd #ofmd 2x01 #ofmd 2x02 #ofmd 2x03 #ladyluscinia

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thesweetnessofspring · 3 months

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Writing Patterns

Tagged by @thelettersfromnoone 💛

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

My Pearl, My Girl

I can feel Peeta's fury burn into me as my prep team comes to adjust my make-up.

these final hours

“–and then after the ceremony, Katniss and Peeta will take a chariot through the City Circle so that all of the citizens can celebrate their wedding,” Effie chatters on about the extensive wedding schedule to a train car of people that couldn’t care less.

a lover's desire is mutiny

Once upon a time there was a land scorched and scarred by war.

Katniss Gets Kisses

Once I come down from the nightmare of the morning, re-orienting myself to my bedroom in Victors Village, I realize that it’s almost time for me to see Peeta again.

Werewolf

"What roles are we doing again?" Clove asks.

(Not a) Couples Costume

“This is…surprisingly a good costume,” Katniss said as she looked at the picture of a plastic smile model with a Princess Leia costume up against the vinyl bag.

Apples Trees and Autumn Breeze

I take a deep breath in, the air of autumn cool and invigorating as it flows into my lungs, while the afternoon sunlight bathes us in warmth.

Beauty for Ashes

Our bedroom has gotten colder these past few weeks, but we don't shut the window.

Face Paint

“What next, little duck?” I ask Prim over the din of the crowd.

Roses and Pearls

I wait behind the stage as Caesar Flickerman makes jokes about his age, the audience roaring with laughter as he impersonates a hobbling old man horny for his Avox to give him a sponge bath.

What have I learned about my writing patterns? Apparently I like to start with dialogue, and/or otherwise I like to set the place the characters are in.

Tagging: @autumnrose11 @no-where-new-hero @batrachised @wendywobbles @pookieh @waywardangel-wilds @wistfulweaverwoman

#tag game #talking fanfic

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kayssweetdreams · 11 months

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 16

The sunset gave way into night as everyone had made it down to see Thea's dress rehearsal. Thea herself had to squeeze herself into her old performance outfit. "C'mon dear, That's it! Almost there..." Stefan said, helping his wife. "It's not the costume that I'm worried about. It's Ka Lā's weird song choices. She still won't change them, and she still won't tell me WHY she wanted them." Thea explained.

"I know, But surely there must be some reason..." Stefan said, giving his wife a reassuring smile. Thea smiled back, but not before a stage hand tapped her on the shoulder "Miss Bruno. You're on in 6 minutes." He said, before attending to some stage equipment. "Welp...That's my cue. See you out there honey." Stefan said as he made is way outside to sit with the rest of the family. So far, Ka Lā had been practicing what she would be saying for when the opening day came...but her speech seemed to be putting more people to sleep rather than hyping them.

Leo had to resist the urge to bash his head on the table in front of him "Why is she still talking?!" He whisper-groaned. "I don't know how much more I can take...She seems to never stop!" Lora whispered, her eye twitching. Dolly was slowly succumbing to sleep, and her arm accidentally slipped, causing her to jolt awake in a frenzy. "Is she still going?!" She whispered to Mei, who gave a yawn "Eeeeeeeeeyup...She's still going." She said, sheer boredom in her voice.

The adults almost felt the same way. Iben had given Phil and Lila her phone in order to keep them occupied, while Roland had begun meditating, as the vibes here were "Too Boring" for his taste. Ka Lā could see that nobody in the audience was invested in the speech, so she decided while she tried to make a more "investing" speech, she would have them applaud for Thea "A-And now. Please welcome the world renowned singer, the queen of music, the empress of pop, Thea Bruno!" She announced, finally getting the crowd to erupt into applause.

Thea then walked out on stage, but she had a little trick up her sleeve "Thank You! Thank You! I dedicate this song to my friends and family that have stuck by me for so many years. Especially to my dearest friend Ka Lā, and to my eldest darling daughter." She said before nodding to the band. They nodded back as Thea began to sing an entirely different song than any Ka La had suggested to her. This made the tropical woman on the other hand seethe 'WHAT IS SHE DOING?!?!' she thought in anger.

The audience immediately began to perk up as the former star sang her heart out. The audience then began to dance around to Thea's energetic song, from Leo busting out more advance moves he learned dancing back on the mainland, to Iben and John breaking out into a playful tango. However, amidst the joy, Ka Lā was red with anger. How DARE Thea go against the song choices! And after she had TOLD her! Well then...two could play at that game...

After the dress rehearsal, mostly everyone had gone back to their rooms, with the exception of Yuri going to check out some of the tropical bugs that she assumed lived on the island, and Haoyu going to the ocean with Fiona. Thea however, was dealing with the aftermath of her little 'Stunt'. Right now, she was in Ka Lā's office, listening to her ranting about "It was Mutiny" and "After all that we went through". Thea eventually stopped her on her rant however.

"It wasn't MY fault that you were boring the audience to sleep! I just was waking them up again." She argued. "SO?! This was supposed to be SERIOUS! How am I supposed to prove that I'm serious of you're on stage singing ridiculous pop songs and acting like a harlot?!" Ka La questioned. Thea raised an eyebrow "I was NOT acting like a harlot. All I did was just put a little more energy into the announcement. Like I said, you're trying to get people to COME to the hotel, not make them keel over in boredom." She shot.

Now Ka Lā was seeing red "NOW YOU SEE HERE BRUNO!! I brought you here, I can kick you off of it to." She threatened. Thea became angry. This wasn't the same woman that she was close with, this was someone else entirely. "Fine then, Me, My Family, and their friends can leave first thing in the morning then. If you don't want to listen to reason, then fine. But I'm not your dancing puppet." She said, fury in her words as she turned to leave the office and inform her family. However, before she can even leave, something sharp poked her in the back of her neck.

She quickly pulled it out to reveal it was a tranquilliser dart, as her vision began to blurry, and she lost her balance. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Ka La...with a sinister look on her face

"Oh Bruno...You aren't going anywhere."

Mei Phil and Lila belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Lora belongs to @alex-frostwalker

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