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meowordeath · 15 days

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A/N: I love Identity V!! especially Eli Clark!! I attempt to make it as gender ambiguous as possible, besides one having the word boob just replace it with pec! i didn’t know a gender neutral term for boob, sorry! :3 btw I'm not sure if someone else has already done this!

Characters | Eli Clark , Ganji Gupta , Naib Subedar and the lovely lady Patricia Dorval

Content warning : fluff , reader with boobs but no specific pronoun, not too inappropriate, jack the ripper And Breaking wheel if those count?

Identity V characters reacting to their s/o clothes getting ripped! :3

Eli Clark

Before the match started Eli got to view your new costume. It looked very ninja like, the clothes were very skin tight. You two chatted while preparing for the match “Remember, just called out and I'll send brooke to your aid, okay?” He whispered to you laying his gloved hand atop yours. “I know, don't worry if I need you I’ll shout”

You smile before pecking him on the cheek. Brooke hoots happily, as Eli gives you one more loving look, before everyone's sight fades.

For first few minutes of the match you had been decoding. Feeling more relaxed as Luca shouted the hunter was on him, making him first kite. Your cipher was a little over half way done, as Luca started kiting toward you. At first you assumed he was just kiting in the area so you didn't bother to get off the cipher.

Your heartbeat started to get more prominent, but you were still very lax, thinking Luca and whoever the hunter was were just getting closer, when a shout rang out through the map. “Beware! Hunter has changed target!” You lifted your head abruptly from your cipher, accidentally messing up a calibration in the process making you shield your face from the explosion.

Soon after you messed it up you felt blades run from your back to your side. You cry out in pain bumping into the cipher as you sprint away, unfortunately the cipher snagged one of the slashes he had made in your shirt. A dark chuckle sounded behind you as you ran.

“This chase is already way more exciting than chasing that decoder,” Jack said licking the blood from his blades. You ran vaulting windows, throwing pallets for distance, you even led him back to Luca. Luca had a flustered look watching you pass him.

Eli knew you were currently kiting and trusted that you’d call out for help, so he didn't want to waste his spectate. “Help me!” Your shout rang out through the map. Eli was quick to send brooke to your aid. Looking through brooke's eyes he was shocked at the condition of your current costume. His face turned a little red.

Jack had only meant to slash your back, but since you messed up the calibration his slash went down your side, slicing open your shirt. It would've been fine with thin slashes, if your crash into the cipher hadn't caused your shirt to snag. It tore and your right boob was pretty much exposed.

You were trying to hold onto some dignity pulling the shreddings of your shirt over to cover it, but vaulting and pulling down pallets. You needed both your hands. Jack definitely had a great view of you each time you pulled down pallets. Eli was quick to find the teams other assist, William, and asking for his help to get The Ripper off you.

William was quick to assist. He stunned Jack allowing you to escape and hide, forcing him switch targets. Eli set brooke to find you, so he could help.

When he did find you, you were crouched behind a pallet, making a pathetic attempt to save your shirt. Eli crouched in front of you, not looking at your chest, instead checking over the wound. “It’s gonna be okay s/o, you can have my trench coat” His voice was slightly flustered, as he shed his coat.

He was left in his white long-sleeve button-up and black tie. You couldn't be more thankful for him wearing his recluse costume. “Thank you, Eli. God, this is pretty embarrassing!” Both your guy's faces have a faint blush, as you button up his trench coat finally covering your exposed flesh.

Eli's nervousness faded as he smiled. Lifting his hand to cup your cheek. “Don't worry, if they say anything, I'll have brooke rose peck out their eyes” he jokes, brooke hoots in agreement.

Ganji gupta

You and Tracy are both hanging out in the manors workshop. She was originally tinkering until you came in, wanting to show off your new costume to her. It had this futuristic theme, and Tracy was quick abandoned her invention to mess with the small gadgets they stuck to you as accessories.

On the front-side of your shorts, you had some sort of tablet with buttons and fun looking controls. It was attached to some belt that had other gadgets, they were all locked to the belt, which was attached to the shorts. Tracy was crouched down messing with them all.

“How mad do you think Miss Nightingale would be if I started taking this stuff apart?” Tracy said with a small grin. You look down and it seems she had already took her screwdriver to a few things. “Well, I guess we will find out” She laughed at your words.

Everything was going fine you were standing as you watch Tracy dismantle each piece of futuristic tech on the belt. Ganji knocked before entering the workshop. He sighed looking at Tracy crouched next to you. “How much longer are you gonna keep my s/o, Reznik?”

Ganji was told this was only gonna be a quick visit to show off the costume. Yet He’d been left waiting out there for at least 20 minutes. “Calm down ‘Gupta’ your s/o came here to show off their costume to me not you!” Tracy taunted, while saying his name is a mocking tone. Ganji scoffed, setting his cricket bat down at the door.

“Who do you think they showed it to first, Reznik.” Ganji sounded like he was subtly bragging, at being the first person to see you in the new costume. Tracy rolled her eyes. “Darn, the screen to this thing just doesn't want to come off!” She said trying to get the screen off, to get the wiring.

Ganji started to walk toward them reaching to pull Tracy off his s/o. “Okay Reznik, I’ve had my fair share of sharing my s/o.” Before He could reach Tracy she had fell back as her force caused your shorts to rip.

Tracy honestly didn't see anything with how fast Ganji was to cover you, He scowled down at Tracy. “I'm sorry...?” She said with a sheepish smile. “Find my s/o something to cover up with Reznik” He said firmly. She was quick to bolt out of the room. “Right! I'll be right back!”

She didn't look back in fear of seeing Ganji's harsh gaze. You could help but rest you forehead against his back laughing. “What are you laughing at? You’re currently in your underwear, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said turning toward you with a slight frown.

“I can’t help but laugh at the silliness of this situation my love. I never expected Tracy to rip my shorts, all so she could get the tablet!” You found this situation pretty funny. Ganjis frown turned into a small smile with your amusement.

“Glad you find this amusing. Though I’d rather be the only one to see my lover without pants on.” His words made your face slightly red. “Okay, perv.” His gaped slightly. “… I’ll remember that the next time your clothes rip. I won’t cover you.”

You smile squeezing his cheeks. “Yes you will, because you love me!” He sighed as you squeezed his face passive-aggressively. “… Yes I will.”

Naib Subedar

You know your lover hates Murro with an burning passion. Mostly because he hates boars, but you thought Murro’s boar was kinda cute.

Unfortunately Murro stayed very far away from you, making it so you barely saw his boar outside of matches.

It was a very nice day at the manor, survivor matches going smoothly, not that you had any matches to participate in today, Naib had about one or tw. With him on the team you didn’t doubt they would win.

In the manor there is an outdoor area, and due to you not having any matches today you want to go walk around in the sun for a bit.

On your way out you were wearing loose fitting loungewear. Not being in a match you didn’t want to put effort into putting on one of your usually costumes.

The sun felt good especially after being inside for most the day, you would take what you can get before Naib decides to ‘lowkey’ glue himself to your side. The outdoor part of the manor was pretty big enough to have a small forest, with a gate surrounding the whole area of course.

In the distance near trees you saw a tail and decided to investigate. Upon getting closer you realized its nust Murro's boar.

“Oh, I wonder why you’re out here by yourself. Is Murro around?” You said crouching down in front of the boar. It kind of just stared at you chewing on grass.

“Right, you’re an animal you can’t talk…” You felt a little awkward as the boar stared you down. “Well… I’m gonna go back that way…?” You stand dusting yourself off. As you stand the boar approaches you. You got back down wanting to pet it.

It did let you pet it for a moment, you got to even rub its stomach. It was fun, until you decided to go back inside and it grabbed ahold of the back of your shirt.

You and the boar had a short staring match. “Hmm, as much as I would love to spend more time with you Murro’s boar i’m sure my boyfriend is done with his match.” You said trying to tug the shirt from its mouth.

The boar refused turning it into a game of tug-a-war. “Let. go!” You huffed out fighting against the animal, you could hear the fabric starting to tear from you two pulling on it.

With one last tug you fell backwards, grunting in pain. It had a good chunk of fabric in its mouth as its trophy. You heard hurried footsteps. looking up you saw Murro. “I’m sorry! I didn't realize my boar had wandered away, forgive me!” He reached out to help you.

Unfortunately Naib had just arrived at the scene to see Murro’s boar with some of your shirt in its mouth, and Murro himself standing over you. In a moment a blade whizzed past, slicing Murro’s cheek causing him to fall on his butt in fear.

Looking behind you, he could see a very angry Naib hauling ass toward you all. In fear he quickly abandoned you. Hopping on his boar he left, running in the opposite direction.

Naib almost ran past you to chase Murro if you hadn’t gotten up quickly to grab the back of his shirt. “Wait, don’t chase after him!” You struggled to hold on to the man.

“I’ll gut him and that boar. How dare he sica damn animal on you.” His voice wasn't a shout but he was definitely furious. He was very strong actually draggjng you as he tried to pursue Murro.

You pull on his ponytail dragging his head back. “Hold your horses, who said anything about him siccing his boar on me?!” You let go of his hair as he stopped for a moment. “What do you mean, his boar was standing over you with some of your clothes in it mouth. How could that not be an attack on you?” He finally turned toward you head tilted slightly in confusion.

Sighing, you lightly pat Naib's cheek. “I wouldn't say it was an attack, I was originally playing with the boar. It only was trying to stop me from walking away, and Murro said he ran over after noticing it was gone.”

Naib’s eyebrows were still furrowed, eyes slightly closed, as of he was trying to see if you were lying for the sake of Murro. “Fine, I won't chase after him, for now.”

You grin pinching your lovers cheek. “Good! Now lets go inside you smell like shit” You say looping your elbow with his to lead him back to the manor. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever dear.”

Patricia Dorval

“Breaking wheel...! That son... sons? Of a bitch!” You say irritated, cursing his name to the sky quietly. He had been chasing you for most of the match before you lovely, kind, sweetheart patricia, took kite.

Inside your head you gushed about your girlfriend as you were trying to remove his spikes from not only your clothing but from your skin, as it had penetrated through the cloth into you.

Pulling them out was a huge pain, It hurt like hell. If only someone could help. You couldn't reach the ones in your back. Your mind drifted to Patricia as you pondered how her kite was going.

“You need help?” A raspy voice spoke out from behind you causing to yell and jump. Quickly turning around your faced wth the sneaky bastard who turned out to be Kreacher.

“Damn it Kreacher, you don't just sneak up on people like that!” You shout at the man hand over your heart. Other one raised as if you were going to hit him.

He back away from your shouts ready to coward out, and run away from your aggression. “Wait! Yes, I need help...” You say embarrassed about having to ask Kreacher of all people, to help you.

He was a little hesitant to come toward you, he had a sketical look toward you as you were just shouting but he did anyways. “Stay still and Ill get them removed” He said hand already painfully pulling one lodged in your back.

You try to hold in your pained shouts, refusing to show that this bothered you in front of Kreacher. They were pretty thin the spikes, but very sharp with tiny barbs that makes sense them hard to get from your skin.

Kreacher doesn't exactly have the gentlest hands while removing these from both your clothes and skin. You couldn't tell if he was trying to hurt you or help you.

“You could slow down damn it! Stop removing them fast you asshole, It hurts!” You hiss pulling away as he pulled another one carelessly out.

“Maybe if you could actually dodge breaking wheel..” You heard him mutter under his breath. “What did you just say!?” You say ticked off. “Nothing!!” He quickly says pulling one out to distract you.

He was pulling out the last one when both your hearts started to beat slightly, though it was barely anything to make you fret, polun didn't even know where you two were.

Coward freaking Pierson on the other hand grabbed ahold of the last spike dragging it down your back as he pulled away, bolting.

The specific spike he pulled was at the top so it tore all the way down, making the shirt go forward almost exposing if you hadn’t held it up with your hands. You grind your teeth slightly, turning to curse out to Kreacher.

As you turned your eyes met Patricia's, who had wacked Kreacher down with her ape skull, making his head bleed as he dizzily sat on the ground.

“Sorry I wasn't here sooner s/o, but at least I crushed this roach.” She said walking past him to you. She pecked you on the cheek getting her lipstick on your face, before looking at your back which was now exposed.

You had some blood drops rolling down from the sprike removals. She cut some more of your shirt so that she could tie a not in the back so it wouldn't fall off.

“I would take Kreachers jacket and give it to you, but I'd rather none of his filthy items touch you” She said as she gently caressed your back, careful of the small wounds.

You blushed at her caring gesture. “I should've warn a different costume one with a jacket, that's my bad.” She put her arms around your neck. “Well, I for one really like this costume, too bad it gonna be temporarily out of commission”

She makes it so hard for you not to swoon when shes this sweet. Kreacher groans reminding you two he was there.

Patricia unhooks her arms from around your neck. “Let's leave that thing and go decode the last cipher. Polun will find and kill it” She says loud enough for him to hear.

She grabs your hand pulling you away toward a cipher, while you follow her happily. Patricia was right about Kreacher as he was found & killed after Ganji led the hunter to him. At least the 3 of them escaped!

PLEASE I REALLY TRIED HARD TO MAKE THEM ALL SIMILAR LENGTH!! Hope you like this :3

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #naib subedar x reader #mercenary x reader #eli clark x reader #ganji gupta x reader #seer x reader #batter x reader #enchantress x reader #patricia dorval x reader #patricia dorval #eli clark #ganji gupta #naib subedar #idv fanfic

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krdc · 1 month

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マジカルラブ (magical love) — full version

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(lyrics & unofficial translation below)

magical love　be with you　wow baby

指の隙間でチラ見 (キミの smile)

yubi no sukima de chira mi (kimi no smile)

glancing through the cracks of my fingers (at your smile)

僕にはもったいないって？ (ちょっと待って)

boku ni wa mottainai tte (chotto matte)

aren't you wasting it on me? (hang on a second)

今までだったらそれで終わり (チャ　チャンス？)

ima made dattara sore de owari (cha-chansu)

if it had been before, this would've been the end (ch-chance?)

一味違うthis love　wow

hitoaji chigau this love wow

this love is different, wow

まさかまさかの展開

masaka masakano tenkai

there's been a surprising turn of events

心もカラダも限界

kokoro mo karada mo genkai

my mind and body are at their limits

寝癖　ドキり　照れる　素振り

neguse dokiri tereru soburi

your bedhead, your nervousness, the bashful way you act

超 cute　ズキュン

chou cute zukyuun

they're super cute, they've struck my heart

瞬間　近づく鼓動

shunkan chikazuku kodou

the moment i got near your heartbeat

聴こえた　マジかよ　マジカル！？

kikoeta maji ka yo majikaru

i heard them, it's for real, it's magical?!

もう　ムリ無理　見て見ぬフリ

mou muri muri mite minu furi

i can't keep pretending i don't see it

夢でも　胸高鳴り

yume demo munadaka nari

even in my dreams, it makes my heart race

運命変えちゃう love

unmei kaechau love

a love that changes destiny

君と　僕が？　あわわっ

kimi to boku ga awawa

between you and me? i can't deal!

ハッピーエンドの途中

happi endo no tochu

on the way to our happy ending

焦る i want you (yeah)

aseru i want you (yeah)

i want you right now (yeah)

一緒なら越えてゆける

issho nara koete yukeru

as long as we're together, we can overcome it all

明日は七色　君と甘色　wow yes

asu wa nanairo kimi to amairo wow yes

tomorrow will have a rainbow, with you and the sweet colors, wow, yes

四六時中　夢心地 (キミの voice)

shirokujichu yumegokochi (kimi no voice)

day and night, i keep dreaming (about your voice)

そんなの聞いてないって (もっとキテ)

sonna no kiitenai tte (motto kite)

saying things i've never heard you say (come closer)

想定外　好きが渋滞 chu (che　cherry？)

souteigai suki ga jutai chu (che-cherry)

unexpected feelings stuck in a traffic jam (ch-cherry?)

大胆不敵 this love　wow

daitan futeki this love wow

this love is fearless, wow

一歩進んで後悔

ippo susunde koukai

the first step forward, there's regret

二歩目は　あら単純明快

ni home wa ara tanjun meikai

the second step, it's just plain and simple

a b c d x y z

妄想ばかりじゃいられない

mousou bakari jairarenai

i can't keep staying in my fantasy

敏感　本音と嘘

binkan honne to uso

my sensitive true feelings and my lies

気づいた　マジかよ　マジカル！？

kizuita maji ka yo majikaru

you noticed them, it's for real, it's magical?!

もう　ムリ無理　見て見ぬフリ

mou muri muri mite minu furi

i can't keep pretending i don't see it

夢でも　胸高鳴り

yume demo munadaka nari

even in my dreams, it makes my heart race

運命変えちゃう love

unmei kaechau love

a love that changes destiny

君と　僕が？　あわわっ

kimi to boku ga awawa

between you and me? i can't deal!

ハッピーエンドの途中

happi endo no tochu

on the way to our happy ending

焦る i want you (yeah)

aseru i want you (yeah)

i want you right now (yeah)

一緒なら越えてゆける

issho nara koete yukeru

as long as we're together, we can overcome it all

明日は七色　君と甘色　wow yes

asu wa nanairo kimi to amairo wow yes

tomorrow will have a rainbow, with you and the sweet colors, wow, yes

隣にキミの笑顔 (love is the magic)

tonari ni kimi no egao (love is the magic)

with your smile next to me (love is the magic)

yeah (love is the magic) oh

魔法が解けたって　大丈夫さ　ふたりなら

mahou ga toketa tte daijoubusa futari nara

even if the magic is undone, we'll be okay as long as we're together

幸せすぎてもムリ

shiawasesugite mo muri

i'm too happy, i can't handle it

未体験の胸騒ぎ

mi taiken no munasawagi

the apprehension of something unfamiliar

世界の数だけ love love love wow

sekai no kazu dake love love love wow

for every world out there, there's just as much of our love, love, love, wow

初めてだらけのストーリー

hajimetedarake no sutori

in this story filled with our firsts

誰にも邪魔させない

dare ni mo jamasasenai

we won't let anyone interfere

特別以上の love

tokubetsu ijou no love

a love that's beyond special

愛しい　嬉しい　気持ち

itoshii ureshii kimochi

and the precious, happy feelings

ハッピーエンドの途中

happi endo no tochu

on the way to our happy ending

もう全部 i want you

mou zenbu i want you

i want you, all of you

一緒なら越えてゆける

issho nara koete yukeru

as long as we're together, we can overcome it all

明日は七色　君と甘色　wow yes

asu wa nanairo kimi to amairo wow yes

tomorrow will have a rainbow, with you and the sweet colors, wow, yes

magical love　be with you

#cherry magic #ending #music #translated #tl is my attempt at it for now! if an official one gets released ill replace it with that

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abandonedbun · 1 year

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Maybe Andrew and Norton with g/n (if possible) Reader who feels very little pain? (Example: They get struck by a hunter, but they keep running until at the end of the match they are like "bro you are bleeding")

Of course! ^w^

Also just a little note:Gender neutral is always possible! Bun will default the reader’s gender to neutral if the gender isn’t specified! So everyone of any gender can read it! :3

Andrew Kreiss

Oh lord

He was worried before but knowing you have a high pain tolerance…

At first he was alright with it, you don’t feel much pain so he was happy you didn’t feel much of it

BUT WHEN YOU ARE BLEEDING DURING A MATCH-

He gets so so worried because those injuries are not slight bruises

You are literally bleeding please patch yourself up so he doesn’t faint from shock

Yeah you’re a good kiter due to your higher pain tolerance BUT CMON

One time Andrew was waiting for you at the gate, he was relieved to see the hunter wasn’t near (they changed targets due to being pissed off)

Then he saw you bleeding

It sorta went like this

“S/O, you’re back. Let’s get back to the manor- OH DEAR LORD-”

S/O who’s literally bleeding out from their head: “Andrew? What’s wrong?”

Andrew: “DEAR YOU ARE BLEEDING OH GOD”

S/O: “Oh don’t worry it’s fine, doesn’t even hurt!”

Andrew: “YOU’RE STILL BLEEDING”-

Now he makes sure you’re always 100% patched up

Please let him take care of you, he’s gonna cry soon if he sees you bleeding too much

He really cares okay?? :(

After matches he always rests with you and makes sure you aren’t hurt

He doesn’t care if you aren’t feeling the pain, he’s taking care of all your injuries

Norton Campbell

He is emotionally attached to you

He really cares for you! He absolutely loves you

At first he was proud you had a high pain tolerance, he thinks you’re so strong!

But he gets worried when it comes to hunters because they don’t take mercy on survivors unless they’re going friendly (which is rarely)

Sure you can kite for longer, which is great but you’re still getting hurt

The hunter usually changes targets because they aren’t wasting their time chasing you because you don’t go down easily

Now for Norton’s scenario

S/O: “Norton!! I’m back!”

Norton saw you while he was waiting at the gate, he calmed down seeing you safe

Norton: “Good, you’re here, now let’s get going- wait. S/O.”

S/O: “Yeah? :)”

Norton: “Are you bleeding right now? Ō-Ō”

S/O: “Oh yeah but it’s fine! I can barely feel a thing!”

Norton: “… Nope”

S/O: “What do you mea- Norton put me down!”

Norton: “Nope. Too injured, you’re getting carried now”

S/O: “But I can walk on my own!”

Norton: “Nahh you’re getting carried”

He’ll literally just pick you up if he sees you as too injured

He’s like 184 cm tall so goodluck struggling free from him unless you’re close to his height, as tall as him, or somehow taller

He just carries you to Emily and says “Please patch them up, they don’t know how to do it”

S/O: “Yes I do!”

Norton: “Didn’t see you do it, so you don’t”

He seems chill but he’s panicking inside

Please just get patched up. Just do it

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv #andrew kreiss x reader #Norton Campbell x reader #idv prospector x reader #idv gravekeeper x reader

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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for all you give (i’ll give it back to you)

ˣ pairing: marc spector/steven grant x reader

ˣ summary: after a bad day, marc and steven do everything they can to make you smile.

ˣ warnings: 1.6k wc, teeny bit of hurt/comfort but lots of fluff :) spoiler-free!

ˣ a/n: i wrote this prior to the finale dropping. i told myself that no matter what happens, today’s fic will be super fluffy and happy bc we deserve it. also, the title is from a song by the paper kites ft. lucy rose which is what i imagined was playing towards the end. hope you enjoy!

disclaimer—although i have some knowledge in DID, i am in no way an expert. if there are inaccuracies in its depiction in my writings, i sincerely apologize. please correct me as i do not intend to offend anyone.

- ☾-

Steven notices it almost immediately.

Marc, however, has yet to say a word.

It had been late in the evening when you finally came home, the sun having long set under the horizon, a starry scene now painting the night sky. If it were any other evening, Marc would have called you out onto the balcony to revel at the sight together. A perfect way to wind down; a perfect moment to share with you.

But he could tell that something was wrong the second you walked into the flat, a heavy exhale fleeing from your lips. You kick your shoes off and hang your coat up without acknowledging either Marc or Steven, an act that worries them both even more.

“Hey, baby,” Marc greets once you get settled on the couch, your head thrown back over the cushion as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “You okay?”

The sofa dips under Marc’s weight when he comes to sit beside you, sliding an arm around the back of your shoulders. You soon mold into his warm body, and he wastes not a second more to tighten his embrace. He holds you close, your head just underneath his chin as you rest against the firmness of his chest. He softly brushes a kiss on your forehead, a gentle reminder of where you are, and that is, with him.

For some time, there’s only silence between the two of you. Marc refrains from interrogating you, letting you be for now as you listen to the sound of his lulling breaths. From the corner of his eye, he could see Steven in the mirror, biting his lip nervously and figuring out what had happened to you.

“Did they call you about anything? Send any texts?” Steven probes, wanting to quickly get to the bottom of things.

Marc shakes his head in response. The gesture causes you to crane your face up to him, and it’s the first chance he’s gotten to really take a look at you. His heart wrenches when your weary gaze meets his, and only then does he see the tears welling up in your eyes. Before you could rid yourself of them, Marc does it for you, the calloused pads of his thumb tenderly wiping them away. He’s careful doing so, his dark brown eyes searching yours for an answer, a hint, a clue. Anything.

“Don’t worry about it,” you tell him in a broken whisper. “It’s nothing. Just a bad day, that’s all.”

“Shhh… it’ll be okay. You’re going to be okay,” Marc croons, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind an ear. “You don’t have to talk about it right away. But I want you to know that we’re here— Steven and I.”

You nod once before rising up from the couch. “Thank you. Both of you. But I’m gonna try to nap for a little bit and see if it’ll make me feel better. I’m quite exhausted.”

“Yeah, of course. Go ahead,” Marc encourages though with a wavering voice. “Do you want me to go in there with you?”

“No, it’s alright. I just need my space, if you don’t mind,” you answer him. “I’ll be okay, promise. ”

It’s not enough to reassure Marc, but he doesn’t try to protest. Instead, he watches you disappear into the bedroom, the door clicking shut when it closes. Fighting the urge to go after you, he slumps back onto the couch, the quietness in the air weighing heavily down on him.

Framed pictures of you and Marc on the coffee table stare back at him in the dim light. You looked happy in those captured moments, your eyes shining as bright as the moonlit sky. A faint smile blooms on his face; his chest feels light at the thought of how much he dearly loves you, how he finds a home in you.

Marc knew that he had found someone special from the day you met. You’re one of a kind— delicate as a lotus flower on a warm day, with a beauty greater than paradise. His love for you flows deeper than the Nile, allowing himself to drown in it more and more each day.

You’d soften what was once a hardened heart, torn down walls that he’d been afraid to leave unguarded. You’re living proof to Marc that there’s still good out there. That good could still come to him, and he’s well-deserving of it despite his flaws, tragedies, and painful past. Never has he ever imagined life to turn out this way, spending every waking moment with a person that keeps him safe and warm. So happy and so loved. All things that he had never truly experienced until you came along.

For all that you’ve done for him, Marc would give you the universe if he could, yet it still wouldn’t be enough.

The least he could do now is come up with a way to show you just how much he truly cares.

“Marc?” Steven speaks to him through his reflection, breaking the quietude at last. “We should do something to lift their spirits.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “We should do something to make them smile again.”

A pause. Steven then releases an audible gasp, a brilliant idea swirling in his head.

“I’ve got a plan.”

- ☾-

A fresh, delectable aroma that seeps into the bedroom is what wakes you from your short slumber. It causes your stomach to grumble from hunger, having forgotten to eat after arriving home. Initially, you were in no mood for food, but after catching a whiff of what’s cooking in the kitchen, you quickly change your mind.

“Marc?” You call out but get no response.

The hardwood floor is cold underneath your bare feet as you slowly saunter out into the hallway. Your pace only quickens when a sudden crash sounds, followed by a string of angry mutterings. Rounding the corner, you caught sight of Marc frantically running a hand under the faucet. Next to him is a metal baking sheet on the floor, and you hold back a chuckle.

This had to be Steven. Only Steven would bake you cookies at eleven at night. Clumsily, too, if you might add.

“Oh, hello, darling,” he beams after spotting you by the doorway. “I’m sorry for waking you with all that ruckus. The tray was still hot when I went to clear it. Kinda got distracted by these cookies here, heh.”

“Actually, the smell of the cookies brought me here,” you correct as you near him. “But wow, these look delicious, Steven. Bet they taste even better.”

“I made them just for you,” Steven states, handing you over one. “My chocolate chip cookies never fail to cheer you up.”

“That they do not,” you reply before taking a bite.

It was soft and warm, incredibly sweet like Steven’s adoring eyes, perhaps even more.

Steven’s heart flutters with utter glee as the first crack of a smile begins to show on your face, and he can’t help but do the same. The light in you is starting to kindle back to life again, and you seem more relaxed now, relieved from all of your earlier troubles.

But the night is far from over.

“Marc’s got a surprise for you, too, love,” he reveals as he steps away from the counter. “It didn’t take much convincing knowing how much this will make you happy.”

You furrow a brow at Steven. “A surprise, huh?”

“He sure does. Give us one moment.”

For a brief minute, Steven excuses himself out of the kitchen as you continue to munch on the treats he baked. Your heart warms with both excitement and adoration. Today had not been so kind nor fair, and you felt as though the world would cave in on you.

But then you came home. You returned to a home that loves you and cherishes you, one that promises you a lifetime of joy and laughter. A home built by the man you love with every fiber of your being and shared by the other who’d also capture your heart.

Your eyes widen as Steven reappears, this time with a guitar strapped around his neck.

This isn’t Steven, you think. No, it’s Marc. This could only be Marc.

“I haven’t done this in years, as you can tell,” he remarks with a small laugh, sitting on a stool before you. “Sorry if I sound a little rusty.”

Drawing in a breath, Marc starts to strum the strings of the guitar. It’s a gentle melody that he plays, one you recognize instantly as your favorite song. He sings softly, sweetly, the lyrics as genuine as his intentions. His voice soothes you, takes you to a place that only he and you would ever know.

It feels like heaven. This is heaven, and you’re being serenaded by an angel you call yours.

The song later ends, and you don’t realize it at first. When you finally do, you hop off your seat while Marc sets his instrument aside. He’s quick to meet your embrace, his hold on you strong, letting you know that no matter what life throws at you, he’ll forever be there, and he’ll never let go.

You stay like this for almost an eternity, holding each other close, basking in the blissful peace that the silence brings. The events earlier now wholly forgotten thanks to Marc and Steven’s efforts.

“Feeling better?” Marc asks you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I am. I’m feeling much, much better,” you murmur tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Marc whispers in the shell of your ear. “I love you, always.”

He feels you smiling against his skin.

And with it, he smiles, too.

- ☾-

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#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector fanfic #steven grant fanfic #oscar isaac #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #moon knight #moon knight fanfic

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inposterumcumgaudio · 3 months

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Mr. Kite

Remember how I said you already know everything you need to know about Mr. Kite?

Mr. Kite, as a character, embodies a narrative concept that I think a lot of people struggle with these days. There seems to be this idea now that if a question is posed and then left unanswered in a story, it's unfinished or a plot hole. It's not! Not every story is going to spoonfeed and hold your hand all the way to the end. In fact, some stories will leave you hanging, left to determine on your own what happened. People who cannot do this will have a bad time with stories like those. Further still, some stories will purposely leave you wondering with deliberately inconclusive possibilities, such that you'll never have a satisfactory answer even if you have the wherewithal to actually suppose about it on your own.

Like the question of what happened to the kids on the train. There's not a canon answer for that; there will never be a canon answer for that. You can come up with your own answers, but you're never going to have the satisfaction of knowing whether it's correct or not. And real talk? There was never any intent to have a correct answer. The writers themselves almost certainly do not have the answer because they purposely didn't want one.

Do they not make kids read The Lady, or the Tiger? in school no more?

Anyway, the question of Mr. Kite does two very interesting things.

In a world where apparently people are no longer comfortable with being left with an unanswered questions, the game presents you with this one and then makes you play through three acts and three more DLC without ever giving you the conclusion. Kinda mean! Love it!

Though not specific to videogames, but I do think it's the best medium to play with this idea: that you never meet Mr. Kite or ever get very close to learning more about him is playing with the convention of anything you encounter in a world like this being there specifically for you. That is, you are playing the protagonist and so any information presented is for your benefit and any problems that arise are yours to solve.

The second is the more compelling concept because a world where you are merely a cog in the machine rather than the operator is more realistic, but videogames are constructed so it asks a bit of both the designer and the player to engage with that and be satisfied. For the designer, you have to put in things that seem extraneous to the experience and there's limitations and considerations to take into account. Because it's a fine line. We Happy Few does do this in ways far less successful than Mr. Kite. You know, those things I like to call go-nowhere-mysteries. There's a difference between a part of the story you're not permitted to get any closer to and a part of the story that wastes your time trying in spite of that. And for the player, one has to be okay with not being the center of the world's attention at all times. They have to have that understanding that not everything is going to be for you to manipulate or interact with.

Now that I've made you sit through my philosophical rant, here's the one thing I think it's important for people to know about Mr. Kite (but you probably already knew and just never really thought about it (unless you wrote Une Raison d'Être Au Courant in which this is a crucial detail).

Mr. Kite does not help just anyone. He only helps Downers who can still take their Joy.

Part of this is, I think, practical. That we find Prudence in the motilene mines tells us that the way out for him is the same as it is for Arthur who must make the same journey unguided. And to get there, you have to go through the Parade and to get into the Parade, you must be able to take your Joy at least once.

But... there's also a dismissiveness to the Wastrel condition in his instructions. That they're starving and cold is no concern of his, he cares only for his "favourite Rabbit". Still, his Edenham safehouse is guarded and populated by Wastrels who will attack other trepassing Wastrels who enter which means that even if there's no Resistance, he does have accomplices in this. I wrote a chapter detailing why a Wastrel might want to work for Mr. Kite, but less nobler intentions might be that working for a man who has access to "good food" is the better bet than siding with your fellow Wastrels in Barrow Holm.

And then there's that he calls Prudence his "favourite Rabbit". It's a little creepy, yeah? That Prudence does make it all the way to the end suggests to me that this isn't any sort of play on her so much as that Mr. Kite might just be Like That in General but still, if my life were in the hands of some mysterious benefactor, I don't know that I'd like him being that affectionate in his missives.

But I also like the idea that whoever he's moving out of town at the moment is his "favourite Rabbit". Means you don't have the change the codes on the phones every time you get someone new.

You know what rabbits are? Delicate. They break their own necks if you look at them the wrong way. A person who wants to leave town on their own could and does. Arthur, Sally, Ollie, and Victoria all leave on their own. But I think if you need Mr. Kite to guide you through a town you've lived in your whole life, it's because you're too timid to set out on your own.

His note also seems to imply a joviality about the whole thing. Prudence is having a miserable experience making her way through the town, but Mr. Kite's having a grand time orchestrating Downer escapes under the nose of polite society. I suspect his is a life of some privilege if he's having this much fun with it. Would explain his disinterest in the plight of Wastrels, despite his otherwise apparently charitable acts against the status quo.

He's also one of Sally's Blackberry clients meaning he's either someone of enough importance in the town to justify it or, more likely, he's convinced her that supplying him is a good idea. Possibly even both. Prudence was also a client of Sally's so it's possible she's the one who referred her to Mr. Kite.

Overall, I think Mr. Kite is someone who recognizes the problems of Wellington Wells, but is not suffering from them personally. In fact, he's having a lot of fun playing subterfuge with the local government and playing hero to people who would never have been brave enough to leave the town on their own.

#we happy few #mr. kite #prudence holmes

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hatsunevitu · 11 months

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okay this might seem like a lil bit controversial topic but please imagine tfbw but if cartman knew what fancervice and queerbait meant. like. are you really telling me he wouldn’t use it to get more fans and attention and money? please. so i strongly believe he’d make kyle participate in this shit with him to get more profit, and when kyle found out about new romantic-ish scenes between human kite and racoon that cartman had just written into the script for human kite’s movie… kyle’d get completely furious so he went to cartman’s basement and tried to make a scene.

(also i know i can’t call super craig a side character but i believe kyle actually thinks that the main characters are the racoon and human kite. no offense to craig tho. oh and just in case: i do not support queerbaiting!!)

k: Fatass!

c: What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home reading your script!

k: I did read the script! And what the hell are all those scenes you’ve added? They make no sense!

c: Do not question my narrator’s talent, jew. I’m the one who’s in charge of writing, your task is to memorise it and worship me for all my hard work.

k: Really? Oh, really? “Hard work”, you say? What is this fucking moment, you fat piece of shit?

c: Which one, Kahl? Please, elaborate.

k: “The Racoon is on the verge of death, fighting for every breath, so Human Kite heroically decides to give him mouth-to-mouth. The camera switches to the reaction of other Friends, but loud sounds of CPR can be heard behind the scenes”.

c: Pretty dramatic, huh? I really outdid myself, didn’t I?

k: The whole new script is full of this shit! What’s the matter, Cartman?

c: You know, just decided to make your movie more inclusive and… spicy. Are you against it?

k: Yes! Yes, I am against it, I don’t want to participate in this! There are so many actually homosexual people and by doing this you erase them. That is wrong, unethical and also it’s freaking gay!

c: A-huh. So did I get it correctly, Kahl, that you don’t want to make our characters closer ‘cause that is in your opinion, and I quote, “gay”? What are you, homophobic?

k: Knock it off! Stop twisting my words, that is not what I said!

c: Then I see no reasons to reject my offer, Kyle.

k: It’s just so inappropriate and wrong!

c: What’s wrong about two male characters being close and emotionally attached to each other?

k: Everything! If it’s me and you – everything is wrong! Where’s the catch, Fatass? I will not believe for a single minute that you’re doing it for inclusion of minorities.

c: …Well, okay. I guess… I guess it is time for you to learn this.

k: Learn what? What are you talking about, Cartman?

c: Have you ever heard the word “queerbaiting”, Kyle?

k: Uh… no. What’s that?

c: Let me start with another question. Who do you think is the most popular character in Racoon and Friends?

k: Um-m-m… I don’t know, probably you?

c: Wrong! It’s not me, Kahl. And wipe that smirk off your face, ‘cause it’s not you either.

k: Then who?

c: Super Craig.

k: What? This can’t be… You’re the main character, he can’t be more popular than you or me! It makes no sense!

c: That’s what I thought! When I first saw the character popularity rank I started thinking… Where was my mistake? How is it possible for a side character like Super Craig to be more popular than me and you? Is it his character design? His backstory? His role in the plot? I was seeking for answers for hours until I finally realised…

k: Realised what? Come on, stop wasting my time!

c: Patience, Kyle, patience. It’s the most important trait for a superhero. So, let me continue. The main reason of popularity when it comes to Netflix… The reason why everyone loves Super Craig so much… The gayness, Kyle.

k: …Huh?

c: That’s right, you heard it correctly. The gayness. Homosexual orientation immediately makes a male character more attractive to fans.

k: …That’s stupid.

c: No, Kahl! There can be no mistake! I looked through the popularity rate of Freedom Pals and guess who the most favorite is there?

k: No way…

c: Yes way, Kahl! It’s fucking Wonder Tweek! The one with the most lousy backstory I’ve ever seen! The fans are completely in love with his cute little dramatic breakup with his boyfriend. Can you imagine it?!

k: Wow… That’s…

c: I understand how shocked you are now, but that’s not the end. Then I’ve heard the term “queerbaiting” and that is so goddamn genius, man, you’ll just love it! It’s when two dudes, who are not directly said to be homosexuals, show some gay hints here and there.

k: So?..

c: Don’t you get it, Kyle? It’s just hints! You don’t have to *actually* be gay, the fans will just fill the blanks themselves! It saves a lot of troubles with homophobes and laws in foreign countries, but you can still make money on gay jokes! That’s sweet, dude!

k: Wait, and do you expect people to actually buy it?

c: …Who are the most popular rivals in DC?

k: Batman and Joker?

c: Who are the most popular characters themselves?

k: …Batman and Joker. Dude… what the fuck?…

c: See? Told you!

k: So you want us to be gay so we become the most liked ones?

c: Yes, if you put it simple.

k: That’s… kind of messed up.

c: Oh my god, we won’t be *really* gay. Just… hints or something.

k: O-okay… Just to be clear: there won’t be any weird moments we have to actually take part in, will there?

c: What do you mean?

k: Like… um… I don’t know, some too-gay shit like holding hands or really kissing?

c: I will hope so. Believe me, Kahl, I like it no more than you do.

k: Well… Are you sure they’ll all like it?

c: Totally!

k: Oh, god, I feel like there is some kind of a trap, but…

c: Think about money, Kyle. The large, unthinkable pile of money and fame for just small scenes with some remotely gay-ish dialogues. That thought must calm your little jewish soul.

k: …Just so you know, I still fucking hate you. And I’m doing it only because I don’t think it’s right for a side character to be more popular than the main ones.

c: Whatever makes you sleep at night, Kyle. Whatever makes you sleep at night…

#kyman #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #sp #south park #south park tfbw #tfbw #sp kyman #cartman x kyle #kyman headcanon #also i use racoon instead of just coon

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lonnymustreturntothevoid · 6 months

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gerbert fics masterpost

—> specifically my own works from @/returntothevoid on AO3

your hot whiskey eyes (have fanned the flame)

rated E; 614 words

“You’re a fucking rat,” Gerard says with a grin. He climbs back into bed beside Bert, stealing a drag of his cigarette before laying down and closing his eyes. “I like you a lot.”

“Me or my dick?” He’s kidding, but somewhere deep down he does genuinely want to know.

sound effects and overdramatics

rated M; 1 039 words

It’s just fucking.

That’s what Gerard tells himself, at least. It’s generally difficult to think about anything other than sex when you’re high as a kite, caked in post-show sweat and being pinned to a brick wall by a guy just as far gone and desperate as you.

sleeping with roaches

rated E; 477 words

He’s happy here, he realizes. Buzzed and on the edge of consciousness, making someone that makes him feel safe feel so good.

All he knows is that he’s so, so tired. And happy. Gerard Way is happy.

sloppy kisses, dirty wishes (baby this is living)

rated E; 564 words

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Bert spits before ducking his face into Gerard’s neck. He bites his jugular and Gerard whines. He smells like sweat and weed and sex.

lunacy fringe

rated E; 2 025 words

Gerard watches and Bert notices his eyes go lidded as the smoke settles in his lungs. He leans forward, eyes flitting down to Gerard’s lips before he slides a hand to grip the back of Gerard’s skull and pulls him in to seal his mouth over his. Gerard moans and melts into it. It’s lazy and slow, out of character for both of them. Gerard thinks he might like it.

“I don’t think I’d mind hurting you,” Bert starts, breathing heavily and holding Gerard’s stare. “Only if it’s what you want, though, and that you’re 1000% sure it’s what you want.”

blue

rated E; 380 words

It’s times like these where he pretends he doesn’t exist—believes he’s nothing but something for Gerard to play with, something for him to satisfy. Something to be satisfied. It’s hard to think of much else when Gerard’s doing exactly as he promised.

old bones

rated M; 425 words

His lips are chapped and dry despite the sweat and Gerard laps at the taste.

tell me i’m an angel

rated E; 3 048 words

He gawks at the way Bert’s inky black hair clings to his neck like spiderwebs, the darkness of his tattoos accentuated against his honey-coloured skin when they’re wet, the curve of his arms, all lean muscle, and the broad shoulders he’d suddenly like to grab.

waste some time with you

rated E; 1 332 words

It’s become routine at this point. Gerard’s had a rough day, Bert fucks him until he passes out. What can really be considered a “rough day” at this point in his life is beyond him. Everything bleeds together—hours, drinks, shows, sex. What he considers a relatively okay 3pm-to-4am period (or whatever constitutes a day for a rock star with an increasingly concerning drug addiction) is one that he can barely remember once he wakes up. He wakes up next to Bert a lot, and he’s okay with that for now. They chase their hangovers away together and Bert likes to blow him awake sometimes. He likes being around him, and that says a lot because Gerard doesn’t really like being around a lot of people.

Oh, and he gives the best head Gerard’s ever had in his life.

#my chemical romance #the used #bert mccracken #gerard way #gerbert #ao3 #band fic #smut #emo #2000s #my chemical gender crisis #writerscommunity

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mitchiegonewild · 2 years

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aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

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the-strange-world · 1 year

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Songs that feel like a hug! 🤗 Part 1

I hope these songs can give you a little comfort, make you feel less alone, help you in any way, etc! ❤️ I added my fav parts of the songs too

There’s a bunch of different types of songs/genres in this list! Pop, kpop, broadway, singer/singer-songwriter, etc.

come out and play - Billie Eilish ~ “you don’t have to keep it quiet”

Take Care of Yourself - Maisie Peters ~ “and I hate how you’re going through hell, yeah, when you’d never let anyone else”

Definition of ugly is - THE ROSE ~ The whole song

what is life? - Nlve ~ “yeah, I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, I just need my own time, I know”

Tired - Nlve ~ “how do I breathe when I’m underwater?”

Daylily - Movements ~ The whole song

Hug - SEVENTEEN ~ The whole song

Circles - SEVENTEEN ~ The whole song

Not Alone - SEVENTEEN ~ The whole song

That’s Okay - D.O ~ The whole song

Pink Cloud - Whee In ~ “like a pink cloud, let me shine”

Anxiety - Sein ~ The whole song

Best Regards - youra ~ “this is fearless. No, no, no judgement”

Not Your Year - The Weepies ~ The whole song

Comfort - Deb Talan ~ The whole song

Camp Anonymous - Cautious Clay ~ “I feel liked but not loved”

Fine - TAEYEON ~ “it’s not fine”

Under the Weather - KT Tunstall ~ “constantly bailing out water but still feel like I’m gonna sink”

Hands - Jewel ~ The whole song

Good Night (Healing Song) - Standing Egg ~ “healing your heart til morning comes”

You Deserve an Oscar - Matt Maltese ~ “and I think you deserve an Oscar for pretending nothing’s wrong”

Smile in the Face of the Devil - Matt Maltese - “good things happen to the bad ones but you’re a tortoise and they’ve got bad hair”

ICU - aespa ~ The whole song

Who You Are - Jessie J ~ The whole song

This Life - KEY ~ “gotta think yourself first”

Idle Idle - sunwoojunga ~ The whole song

Liability - Lorde ~ they say “you’re a little much for me, you’re a liability”

Have Mercy - Eryn Allen Kane ~ “my hearts still hurts for the world that I know”

Paint - The Paper Kites ~ “how little you know, how little you know”

Closer - THE BOYZ ~ The whole song

Rainbow - Kacey Musgraves ~ The whole song

new light - Nlve ~ “good night, baby, I wanna say you’ll be fine”

I Am Here - P!nk ~ “I can make anywhere home”

All I Know So Far - P!nk ~ “let the walls crack ‘cause it lets the light in”

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift ~ “I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me” or “I’ve never been a natural. All I do is try, try, try”

this is me trying - Taylor Swift ~ “I just wanted you to know that this is me trying”

Matilda - Harry Styles ~ “you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days”

six speed - ROLE MODEL ~ “pretty people seem so unhappy with themselves. If I had a face like that, I’d never love no one else”

Good Not Great - JORDY ~ “I’m just a little bit good, not great”

Love Me More - Sam Smith ~ “maybe I am learning how to love me more”

Waste of Emotion - ELIO ~ “feelings. Oh, why can’t I just feel them”

This Is Me - The Greatest Showman (musical) ~ “there’s nothing I’m not worthy of”

For Good - Wicked (musical) ~ The whole song

Seasons of Love - RENT (musical) ~ The whole song

Another Day - RENT (musical) ~ “forget regret or life’s yours to miss”

You Will Be Found - Dear Evan Hansen (musical) ~ The whole song

Disappear - Dear Evan Hansen (musical) ~ “if you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering”

Words Fail - Dear Evan Hansen (musical) ~ “would they like what they saw or would they hate it too”

Over At The Frankenstein Place - The Rocky Horror Picture Show (musical) ~ “there’s a light, a light, in the darkness of everybody’s life”

The Wall in My Head - Everybody’s Talking About Jamie (musical) ~ “but this wall, is harder to beat when it’s one you helped build”

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2/2 of 2x08: ‘why is she acting like this? Is she okay? Oh god, is she sick? What’s wrong deb? Talk to me, redhead! *deb tells vic about ben* please, for the love of everything i own, stop talking. Why are you still talking? I said STOP! Twist your words? Deb, girl..that’s what you said, do you want me to rewind the tapes? AND TO SAY THAT TO VIC?! YOU WISH HE WASNT WHAT NOW? Listen to me Deb, straight still gets hiv. MIKE GET BEHIND ME, I MIGHT HATE YOU BUT I GOT YOU! OH NO HES HEARING HER! WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING? AND SHE SAYS THAT TO VIC OF ALL PEOPLE?! Poor vic. Fought for his life and now his sister says all that?! *pauses the tv and looks at me all scared* just so you know, i would NEVER say something like that to you. I might be an idiot but I’m not *waves his hand at the tv* that dumb…can you get me another soda?’… ‘he’s more sad for vic than himself? Damn, he has his nice moments. Deb, why would he have to tell you about Ben? That is literally none of your business. What’s up with you and Ted? SHE FORBIDS HIM FROM DATING BEN? Man, i hope Ben fucks the shit out of Mike this episode. I’m talking can’t walk for a week type of fuck! Because yall are pissing me off!’ And now the scene with britin is up!!!! ‘Ohhh look at them. Getting busy! Why is Justin talking about Ben? What is going on this episode..Man, ben has to have the craziest hiccups this episode. THATS RIGHT BRI! ITS MIKES DECISION! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO IS SMART! *pauses tv* justin. No. Please never do it raw. You can’t trust anyone THAT much. Cheating exists. And also you and Bri Bri don’t exactly have the most….how shall I put it nicely? Ethical relationship..is that respectful? Idk either way *shakes his head* no blondie! Brian..smack sense into him, don’t encourage him! GOOD BOY! EXACTLY BRIAN! Condoms are your best friend *shakes his pill bottle* next to these lil shits. HE WANTS HIM SAFE! AND HE WANTS HIM AROUND FOR A LONG TIME, YOU MIGHT AS WELL SAY I LOVE YOU! (My name) did you hear that?! He wants him safe! And around! FOR A LONG TIME! That’s like many years! I cannot wait for him to say i love you to Justin! Would be a dope finale. Like *pretends to be brian, ig* “Justin!!! I love you. And i wanna be with you!” Yeah that’s the shit!’ My heart breaks for when he’s gonna see the finale. ‘Brian looks good. Leather jacket, messy hair…i fuck with it. Ohhh i like Brian and this bandana chick! Look at him taking his kid to the park. OH FUCK HER PARENTS *the scene in the park with that random lady comes up* the fuck they do?! I bet Michael just got a boner hearing her say that..Brian..Brian, come on i was rooting for you! Not to be the devil’s advocate but at least his reasoning was nicer in some weird way.’ He just scoffed at the sight of Deb so i’d say he’s doing well ‘Deb..you’ve talked enough. I think you should be quiet for the next 3 episodes..oh vic forgave her way too fast! Couldn’t be me tho’ ‘…no offense but if your parents don’t like you, you really shouldn’t care..but i get it, our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common. *look at me as if he just saw me* ice cream! *goes to get ice cream*’ I honestly wonder how he would watch this if he wasn’t high as a kite. ‘Is justin blowing a strap on?? Go off, i guess! Oh shit oh shit! Oh the dad is having a blast. i am honestly impressed that brian is quiet’ The scene with Ben and Mikey is on and he is not okay ‘NO MIKE NO! I mean do what makes you feel comfortable but NOOO DONT LET THEM GET TO YOU! But also I support your decision but fuck’ this obviously ended with him going for a smoke and is currently outside talking to mom and lying about why he was MIA, he also tried to turn the subject on qaf but failed badly bc his attempt was ‘how would you feel if i had a boyfriend with hiv?’ It was followed by ‘no mom, i im not gay. I’m not. HE IS JUST A FRIEND’ Keep my soul in thoughts and prayers because i am going through it.

AHAHAH YES. Exactly. Deb is such a fucking hypocrite. Ugh she is the worst about Ben’s HIV. And then Michael makes it so fucking awkward when he confronts Debbie IN FRONT OF BEN.

Your brother screaming about a) wearing a condom and b) I WANT YOU SAFE AND I WANT YOU AROUND FOR A LONG TIME is all of us. He is in the fandom. Brian DOES love him.

“our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common” - I know you described him as a himbo but Brother Anon is spitting some serious thoughts here.

Asking your mom how she would react if he had a boyfriend with HIV. I am dyingggggg. I love you brother.

Thoughts & Prayers Anon. You are truly doing the lord’s work.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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for reides — 5, 6, 7, 8, 11! :3

hi hihihihih bwee hi :3c

5. is there something they want to be known for? this is such a fun thing to think about!! reides is in a quite a position with this because he like... knew that he was going to be 'known' and has for virtually all of his life, thanks to his status as a laverathian royal. like it just comes along with the bloodline. and, of course, the circumstances surrounding his hatching-day (hehe) during that terrible storm practically thrust a mantle on his shoulders in addition to his princely status. he was a symbol of hope for laverathia whether he liked it or not. and for a loooong time he really resented that and would have preferred to just... drift away into obscurity lol.

but over the course of his journey, that's definitely changed a whole lot... especially after learning that his homeland was in danger and feeling an intrinsic pull back towards it to act as one of its protectors. playing a crucial role in all of that really like... helped him understand where the more duty-oriented members of his family (cough viglis cough) were always coming from. though reides sought to reject his blood for a good while, he's realized how important it is for a whole lot of people. and he's also realized that he's actually very proud of it, too. so if he's going to be known for something - if his story is going to be told in dramatized records or as a little footnote in a history book - he wants to be known for something good. however, he still wants to be himself and earn people's respect rather than, like, exist as an abstract symbol of anything. so he's trying his utmost to honor his duty to laverathia AS WELL AS his duty to his own individuality by trying his utmost to embrace his identity as the storm prince. he wants it to be a title that most people say out of admiration rather than it being based in an insult. yes, chaos has a tendency to follow him; yes, he tends to bring change - but these things can be forces of good, and he wants people to know that!

of course, this also ties into his new role as laverathia's ambassador. he wants to show the surfacers just what the people of the depths are capable of; he wants to serve as a bridge between those two worlds that he loves so very much and be worthy of a role that he fought so hard to attain. :) SO QUITE A LOT IS GOING ON OVER HERE!!!! but tbh once he isn't known as a massive disappointment to his friends and family, reides is pleased :-)

6. how have they changed in the last year? how about the last five years? answered here! :3c my babyboy who is a grown adult has grown up so much. LDKDFKGDF

7. there’s a magic item (or technological innovation, or special resource) made just for them—what is it? i can't even say i answered this here bc i honestly still have NO IDEA LMAO but i still really think it should serve as some sort of... land and sea link. i continue to have no idea whatsoever on what it is beyond that feeling but it's the thing that comes to mind, you know? maybe reides can talk into a shell and something fun happens. maybe he should get a magic conch shell like spongebob. technically his arcane focus is already this but i am just spitballing here LDFKSLGKDSG

8. what songs remind you of them? if there are specific lyrics or movements, list ‘em! OHOHOHO. OHOHOHOHO YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS *RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER. as you know i have a whole playlist dedicated to songs that remind me of reides. i will shout out five (5) special songs here heheheohoho

chasing kites by iamamiwhoami: over the ocean outcast with nowhere to go a brighter forecast, new winds will blow a storm is drawing near it calms and the air is clear waste my youth chasing kites i know will blow out of my hands

free by florence + the machine: i'm always running from something i push it back, but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far because it's all in my head "you're too sensitive," they said i said, "okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital"

the colorful stabwound by múm: some people smile with all their teeth some teeth will ache with every smile i've done some things you won't believe i've stabbed and scratched and spewed my bile

the thunder answered back by gabby's world: i screamed out, "how'd it get this bad?" and the thunder answered back if you know not what you lack then you must un-turn your back your inside is overcast you are tethered to your past and it must feel like fucking hell to be a patchwork of yourself a bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones and though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly but who are you? from where do you come? what do you believe in? and who do you love?

hope by daughter: go back to where you held armour against your skin don't sink, just swim towards the storm and once again you'll be reborn, reborn, reborn 11: if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any? OUR DEAREST, SWEETEST BABY OWL FAMILIAR... PEPEGA!!!!!! oh reides loves her so much. like so, so much. he loves accessorizing her with little things - right now she wears a red ribbon with a tiny shell from aquos affixed to it. super cute. (NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE GREAT IF AN INVENTION EXISTED TO LET PEPEGA HAVE FUN IN LAVERATHIA. ok that's my answer to #7 now. LMFAOSDLFCKDSG) but other than that he really likes stroking her feathers and hugging her. he takes very good care of her and reads to her very often, too. sometimes he tries feeding her but she doesn't like that too much (fae moment). but she DID love to eat the special magical apple that briar gave her, once!!! (and he said that miré played a hand in conjuring it up so thank you to your baby.)

💌 sixty-nine questions for your ttrpg characters!

#TY SO MUCH BREE!!!!!!! YAY #i will answer the other ones soon too :3 so happy #replies #sangre #reides

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the-firebird69 · 2 months

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Let's Go Back Y'all

So how big was the ship you went into or did you not even go there

Zues Hera

It was pretty big like you describes well no we're doing it by signal. I suppose we haven't really done anything to you but pissed you off it makes a lot of sense and the computer knows that it wants you around instead of us actually thinking of something the computer is pretty Sharp and we've been saying that we rigged it no we're saying that now we did say it to the computer it says so what you see people think you're bringing out of everything and by the way how big was the device or ship that you supposedly went into so I'm trying to hear what you're saying we couldn't tell and that's your point that is my point you're stupid and you're arguing that you went into it that only proves you're dumber than what you're saying from that's what I get something I'm sitting here arguing that we went into it when I get to tell you I don't think we went into one that big okay so you're arguing like a little child but you're on the topic and they're having their computers analyzed your reactions you're a dead man Trump for having a stupid f****** talk with me you f****** kite you're a f****** dead man you get it they're going to come after you until the last one of you and that makes sense because your people think that you have it and the things that you went down there and they think that you control it somehow so they're all after you too yeah your people are probably dumber than other people and I'm still you off and them cuz the max have been watching this thing or the area and they know that they couldn't get in and they're very well organized army and they didn't think it was Dave down there and they just couldn't do it and the clones too so for idiots stroll in there unarmed with the virus Dave planted on their own computers what's your point there little dick Trump I guess we don't have a point it sounds ridiculous to everybody but at the time we had a huge army and we had control over everything we had all the businesses and we had a large number of robots and nobody else did so we took over the computer and we began losing everything it doesn't make any sense it doesn't make any sense we'd be controlling stuff if we weren't there and it doesn't do what we want at all and we're not all powerful we got weaker

Trump

Come on be honest you don't have protections it let Tommy f go nuts wasted most of your people you got shot in the head like 20 times can you figure it out yet

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asshymar · 1 year

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Figment

Figment, Figment of my Imagination

I ring, and sing, tinge or hue of the dead

I spin my red head in my cozy bed

I said I said I'll get to it

Again, again,

The room spins, rinse the taste

Apply the toothpaste

And don't waste, yr space

Tidy up, hup ho

The show commences

The suspense is immense

But seriously, i rarely, barely, and scarcely

Embarrassedly, stand in

I miss the stars

My tiny heart scars

Northern light would free me

From this blight, tight my chest

I cannot rest, the best

Behest test of the holy crest

I spend my rending, unendingly

Candle flames as fan cuts air waves

Loaded video game saves

Unreal lights cast, color raves on

Flower, sun, & Rain,

Kill the past, Kill yr pain

Okay say what you mean pal

My mouth melded shut, knock’d flat

On my butt, cut the tape

Vape, crepe in Amsterdam, damn

The dutch interior is awfully inferior.

And no fever beaver, believer deceiver,

Receiver of this message, blessed is

The words like tiny buddhas

Who'da thunk it? Chunky

Monkey, it’s all a bit funky.

Hieroglyphics pictorial intelligence,

Expects correct verbal connects

From obscure texts with next to

No context, what’s next…

Ancient enchanted hex

My pictures are richer than

Cheesecake, never faked

Not once half baked, hey

Take a break-

Tonight for dinner, a nice juicy steak.

Large gaping eyes to summon

Among the few, monster spew

Gopher guts, crazy old nuts Hil

Who sputter and clutter, my rutter

Cuts thru grime, slime, and crime

Signant, newly acquired pigment

Ligament described in sublime

Form, hm… visual rhyme

To encase, the fragility of time

Since the beginning, there’s no winning

Grinning, i’m simmering, glimmering,

But shortly my heart halts

Bitter like hops and malts

Alternative, are representative

Attentive lectures performatively sure.

Dreaming of a golden shore

A take five breaks in my teeth

Crunchy, munchy, a bunch of candy

How dandy. You can barely stand me

I know, don't put on some show.

But what do you ever know,

To blow, slow, or escrow and hit

Below the belt, and spit on

Those you’ve writ judgments

Ill hold this grudge, ever since

Rain spills violently

Hell bentley spent quickly

Much too much gasoline,

Speckled frame gleans, with

A hue of red, and deadly sheen

Ween the spleen routine fixtures

Now picture this, split wrist

Writ trists of bliss hiss hiss

Snakes tongue rung the bell

“How could you tell?”

Technology could do little to dispel

The mythology, what hypocrisy

The hunger burns, churns in forums

Takes unholy forms, worms, squirms

Evil incarnate, gosh darn it

Necropolis apocalypse, in process of

The bosses, their losses, coin

Tosses- Heads, lead to new bets

New upsets, no rest.

Clutched deeply in my chest

What hope lies at the bitter

End of this burnt rope, it ties

Severed, leveled, in spite

Of petty things, like who is right?

Out of all the things people write

The wind pushes the technicolor

Kite, it might waver, but

Oh my, what a sight the

Ability of flight, its tight

Alright, it’s quite the fight

Unholy light, roly poly

Hides it face, solely,

Unformed, thru the earth

Wormed, and warmed,

You stole me, unalarmed

Storms formed, torn un born

Scorn of the earth-

Unasked for birth, what’s the worth

The ember that lies in the hearth

Eternally lit mirth

Scandals of vandals who mark

Walls not their own, lets light

One candle, to handle,

No dice, I’m wearing sandals

Words in terms, bitter salt sprinkled on fire burns

Take turns, my heart yearns, to at once, wrinkle

In spite my will continues to fight, holy light roly

Poly, I want to explain, my mind refrains, from

Doing so, yo-yo, train of thought goes, death throes

Patching together, sew phrasing, raising awareness

Life is a huge mess, my mind, how kind you thought

Of me, but can you really see the reality, oh moon beams

Seize, I believe, I receive the book, this outlook

Could cook, thoughts tender, come a while we’ll take

A bender, explore the splendor, you big spender

Render unto me, wind whistling thru the trees

And dirt speckling my freckled knee, heckled by bees

Free to wander, deepened the bond with her, spurs

Exotic furs, yours and mine, a better time, redder

I bet to confer, insure, alas it’s a cold and lonely life

Lass, don't sass, exacerbate, please elaborate, exonerate

“I need you to check the shipment of that crate” Great.

#poetry #poemsbyme #prose poem #my poems #poem #poem of the day #spilled poem #original poem

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weirdstrangeandawful · 1 year

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Part IV – All In a Day’s Work

TW: sex mention (implied), gun mention (artillery)

Word count: 1395

<-Part III – Safekeeping

Table of contents

Part V – Kite->

A clatter from outside. Quinn startles awake and clambers to their feet, squinting in the sunlight leaking through the window.

“Easy,” Rowan mumbles, placing a hand over his eye to defend it against the glaring of spot sunlight inconveniently glancing his face, “How are you feeling?”

“Hungover. Shut up. I know.” Quinn’s speech comes out stilted, inefficient. They trail off, squinting as though it will make the fuzzy, largely inexistent, memories of last night clearer. They turn to Rowan, looking him up and down. “You didn’t– I mean– we didn’t…?” They trail off, leaving Rowan’s groggy brain to piece together the implication.

“No,” Rowan assures them, raising his head slightly so as to move his eyes out of the sunlight, “You were far too drunk.”

“No need to rub it in…” Quinn grumbles under their breath, snatching their shirt off the floor and fixing their hair and clothes just enough to prevent strange looks in the seconds-long walk home. They depart abruptly, leaving Rowan to unceremoniously plop a pillow over his face.

Carroll tries to gently move his arm out from under Kyte. The fabric of his shirt catches on Kyte’s oversized jumper. Kyte stirs as Carroll pulls free.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Carroll hushes.

“Are you going back to your ship?” Kyte mumbles, his eyes too sleepy to remain open.

“I’ve got to work, so yes,” Carroll answers regretfully, “Feel free to stay here.”

“I should go to work too,” Kyte responds, stoic.

Carroll doesn’t buy the façade, his brow creases as he presses gently, “Are you going to be okay?”

The façade stays up, “Of course.”

Conceding, Carroll continues, “Okay. It’s unlikely you’ll end up with a repeat of yesterday but if something does happen – I know this is a longshot – maybe try using my name. I’ll do my best to vouch for you. Captain Carroll, HBMS Resolute.”

“You’re very kind,” they turn their head away, shy, a question resting on the tip of his tongue, “Can I find you later?”

A smile tugs at the corners of Carroll’s mouth, betraying his carefully muted excitement. “If I don’t find you first.” He gets to his feet, limping heavily on his stiff leg.

“You okay?”

“What?” Carroll’s eyes flit about for a moment in confusion before understanding Kyte’s question. “Oh. My leg. Yes. It’s like that,” Carroll clips out between steps.

“Hey, Carroll!” Ethel, hard at work, greets Carroll as he arrives. Her curly hair is tied back away from her face in a loose plait, a hairpin between her teeth as she fights with the flyaway ringlets. It is not unusual for Carroll to arrive slightly later than the rest on account of his leg. Ethel simply picks up command each morning, handing it off seamlessly to Carroll once he shows up.

“What’s going on?”

A mischievous glint enters Ethel’s eye, “How was your night?”

Carroll raises a single eyebrow ever-so-slightly and cocks his head slowly. These were not the words he expected from Ethel first thing in the morning after a rough day. It was certainly not an update. “What?” Carroll asks, simply.

Ethel wastes no time explaining, “Well, you had your pretty sailmaker over. So how was it? Is he any good?”

Piecing together the rather thinly veiled implication all too quickly, Carroll sighs and composes himself. “Lieutenant Chisholm, if you think I–”

Ethel cuts him off, her head tilted downward and her eyes wide. “I wouldn’t dream of suggesting anything improper, sir.” Ethel’s voice is mockingly high-pitched with feigned innocence.

Sighing, Carroll brushes off the comment that he had honestly expected more from Helen. “Good.” He continues, pointedly playfully but sternly emphasising her rank, “Anything relevant, first mate?”

Ethel nods, back to work, her lips slightly pursed as she tells her captain, “You had better talk to Sinclair, sir.”

Thanking her curtly, Carroll makes his way across the deck to go see Rowan, turning back fleetingly to wink at Ethel. Rowan is discussing with one of his mates below deck when Carroll grits his teeth and grapples his way down the hatchway. Rowan notices him as he sends his mate off to work and steadies him when he hops the last rung, landing rather less than gracefully on one leg.

“Thanks.” Carroll says with a flustered sigh, quickly composing himself. “Everything in order?

“Not really.” Rowan grits his teeth slightly, more displeased at having to give the news than Carroll is taking it. “We’ve sustained quite a bit of damage from yesterday between the corsairs and the storm, and we’ve still got one gun out.”

Carroll looks vaguely confused, “What do you mean ‘out’?”

Realising he hasn’t yet had the chance to report, Rowan hastily explains, “Won’t fire reliably. I would hate for it to backfire.”

Rowan falls silent and Carroll doesn’t pick up the discussion. They share a moment within the constant movement aboard the ship. Their stillness is loaded with memories of the Bellona. Rowan had been a gunner on that ship too and he had been good at it. The guns had had a fault and they had backfired on multiple occasions, killing the crewman firing and, several times, injuring Rowan. Carroll, barely outranking him as a nineteen-year-old acting lieutenant – the highest rank he’d achieved thanks to his own injury – had had to fight to get him taken off duty.

Carroll breaks the silence as swiftly as it had begun, “Yes, so would I.” He pauses, giving Rowan a moment to reorient himself as well. “Is she seaworthy?”

“Barely, sir,” Rowan responds, back in his element, “She could get us across the Channel and back if you need to, sir, but she would be no good in a confrontation.”

“Well, that certainly ruins the purpose of an escort vessel,” Carroll quips, implying the obvious – that they would have as much luck evading corsairs in the North Channel as the ships they plan to escort. “Why didn’t we see this yesterday?”

“We thought the damage was superficial, sir,” Rowan defends slightly, knowing it was at least in part his error to have not immediately ordered an inspection, “We couldn’t see anything substantial until first light.”

“Okay. Lucky we’re off to-day. Can you get her ready by tomorrow?”

“I’ll do my best,” Rowan assures, already mentally inventorying the damage.

“Thank you.” A note of hope creeps into Carroll’s voice despite his best attempts to suppress it, “Any sail damage?”

Rowan bites his lip to hide a creeping smile, “Minimal. Why? Were you hoping for some?”

“No,” Carroll replies, the pitch of his voice kicked up by his forced nonchalance, “Why?”

“Oh I don’t know,” Rowan’s voice jumps pitch too, deliberate and with brotherly mocking, “an excuse to see your pretty sailmaker again?”

“I don’t need an excuse.” Carroll fights for the upper hand and, with the practice of siblings who’ve grown up together, he finds it, “Besides, something tells me you and Snowball spent the night in bed.” He glances pointedly across the deck at Quinn.

Rowan ducks his head with a disgruntled rumble, “No need to rub it in!”

Satisfied, Carroll leans back with a smile, “Okay. Carry on.” Rowan begins to walk off, “And Rowan?” Carroll pronounces Rowan’s name the Irish way, not the Scottish way as Rowan himself does – a habit he formed the moment they met and a habit Rowan quickly grew to find endearing.

Rowan turns back at Carroll’s call, sensing the change of tone.

Carroll’s eyes are concerned, “Tomorrow’s convenient, not a hard deadline; don’t hurt yourself.”

Rowan smiles sweetly at his captain and kid brother, “I won’t, sir. Listen to your own advice too, laddie.”

Sending him off fully this time, Carroll turns back to the hatchway ladder with a resigned sigh. Firmly grabbing the ladder, he hauls himself up to the upper deck. He fixes his clothes as Ethel helps him to his feet – the human equivalent of a dog shaking its ears after a great excitement.

“Our spare gaff sail is still damaged,” Ethel points out, “we should get that fixed… You know, if you wanted to take a trip to the sail loft.”

Carroll’s eyes light up slightly, a smile creeping over his face. He hands command to Ethel and disembarks, a spring in his step as he navigates the port. They aren’t at sea anyway. Ethel and Rowan have things covered and he may as well make himself useful.

Edit: missed word, contemporary spelling, historical accuracy

#a good man's heart #whump #navy whump #my writing

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