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Hungry Like The Wolf

Chapter Two

She hadn't seen her best friend, Lando, in years. She didn't run into him the last time she was visiting her father and she doubted she'd see him this time. Things were different now. She wasn't aware of his furry little problem. Just like she wasn't aware of the vampires plaguing the town.

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Vampire!Oscar x Reader x Werewolf!Lando

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It came as no surprise that Jack didn't recognise his big sister. It was heart breaking, sure, and Toto wanted to do something about it.

"Jack really likes that cafe in town," he said as he sat on the end of his daughters bed. She had spent the previous evening rearranging her desk to better allow her to get on with work. "You could take him and get some work done at the same time," he suggested.

She gave a small nod. "Yeah, if Susie is okay with me taking him," she said.

"It was Susie's idea."

Before she knew it she was out of the house, holding Jack's hand with her laptop bag over her shoulder. She waved at her dad as she started down the driveway, heading further into the town.

That was until she collided with a firm chest. She let go of Jack to not drag him with her, as strong arms wrapped around her keeping her up. "You okay the- Y/N?"

She looked into the strangers lovely eyes, taking a moment before she recognised him. "Lando? Lando Norris?"

He once again wrapped his arms around her, this time in a friendly manner. But she pushed away from him, got a better look at him and felt his chest. Lando went slightly red at that, but he didn't pull away. "You've really grown," she said with a grin, once again reaching for Jack's hand.

"So have you, uhh..." he began. She didn't know that he had been watching over her from the moment she arrived, that he had orchestrated this meeting from the moment she arrived. But, now that he was here, he didn't know what to say.

"So, uh, Jack and I are heading to Renee's Cafe. Do you wanna come with?"

Renee's cafe. That was on the other side of town. The vampire side of town. Even if he wanted to, Lando couldn't go, not without breaking a multitude of laws. He shook his head. "I can't, but we could exchange phone numbers? That way we could plan to meet," he said.

"Love it," she called as she pulled her phone from her bag. She passed it over to Lando, letting him punch in his number before they went their separate ways.

Well, she thought they went their separate ways. She and Jack headed to the cafe, Lando retreated back down the road. He kept turning around though, waiting until she and Jack were out of sight. As soon as they were out of sight, he dove into the woods and followed her scent until he got to the vampire side of town.

There he paced, thick paws crushing the twigs on his path.

Holding Jack's hand, she walked him into the cafe. They sat at the very back, she left Jack there with her bag while she got them both something to eat and drink.

As soon as it had been ordered she sat back down opposite her half brother. Jack looked around the cafe, but he wouldn't look at her. She sucked in a breath and leaned back in her chair. "You have no idea who I am," she said, and Jack shook his head. "That's okay. I haven't been around very much. Their drinks were placed in front of them, along with pastries.

She tried to ask Jack as many questions as she could, but he wasn't very willing to answer. It was okay, though. She understood. She was nothing more than a stranger to him at that point.

"Wanna head home?" She asked him once they'd finished eating.

Jack nodded his head. He hopped out of his chair as she grabbed her bag and took him out of the cafe. "What're you gonna do when we get home?" She asked as she led him out of the cafe.

Jack shrugged his shoulders.

"Has dad taught you any German yet?"

He nodded his head. "Polish, too," he said and she gave him a small smile.

But she was too concentrated on her little brother. She wasn't looking where she was going as they wandered through the parking lot and smacked right into something.

Just like she had with Lando, she let go of Jack's hand as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, holding her up. This time, when she looked up at the owner of the arms, she didn't recognise him.

His skin was pale and a few moles were dotted around on his face. His eyes were a lovely shade of brown and his hair fell over his forehead, parted down the middle. He was gorgeous, that was undeniable.

“I'm so sorry about that,” he said in an Australian accent, a polite smile on his face as he released his hold on her, his fingertips brushing against the exposed skin of her arm. He was cold to the touch.

She shook her head and readjusted her bag on her shoulder. “No, no,” she began. “It was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going.”

The kind stranger kept staring at her. “Are you new in town? I haven't seen you before,” she said.

“Uh, yeah. Sort of,” she answered. “I'm here visiting my dad.”

Suddenly Jack was in front of her, waving up at the pale stranger. “Hi, Oscar,” he said.

Oscar. She looked at his face as the name played in her head. It suited him. He certainly looked like an Oscar. “Hey Jack,” he said as he mussed up his hair. “Who're you with today?”

“This is my sister,” he answered.

Oscar snapped his eyes towards her. “I didn't know Toto and Susie had a daughter,” he said.

“That's because they don't,” she answered, somewhat lightheartedly. “Toto is my dad, yeah, but Susie is my stepmother. I'm visiting for a few weeks.” She held her hand towards him. “I'm Y/N.”

He took her hand, skin so cold against her own it sent a shiver down her spine. “Oscar. It's nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she replied, finally letting go of his hand. She placed her hands on Jack's shoulders. “Well I’m gonna get this guy home. It really was nice to meet you, Oscar.”

He waved as she walked away, unable to look away from her. She had smelled so sweet, the fragrance overtaking Oscars senses. That was how he had bumped into her, because of her scent and the sound of her heart thumping in her chest. Desperately he wanted to chase after her, but he hung back, restraining himself.

Hie smell, the smell of vampire clung to her as she walked back to the werewolf side of town. Lando couldn't help but growl as the smells mixed together. He knew exactly which vampire she had come into contact with, as well.

Oscar. He was the vampire who loved to provoke Lando. He was the one who nearly had Lando breaking the treaty the vampires and the werewolves had created all those hundreds of years ago.

Oscar had touched his girl. And he was pissed about it.

Lando watched from the bushes as she and Jack entered the house. As soon as they were inside he turned away and ran back to his pack. He skillfully moved around the trees at the high speeds he was travelling to get back to them.

When he got there Daniel and Sergio were outside, wresting. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see two members of the back trying to push one another out of the circle. “DR,” Lando called and the two of them split apart.

Sweaty and out of breath, his tattoos on show, Daniel approached his much younger pack mate. He was the friendliest in the pack and had accidentally become friends with one of the vampires, Max.

“Talk to your boy for me,” he said, biting back a growl. “Tell him to tell the other blood suckers to stay away from the Wolff family.”

Daniel watched him for a minute. Lando was the youngest of all of them. He had little control over his emotions and Daniel could tell he was ready to burst. “Shirt off, jump in the ring with us,” he said,gesturing back to Checo.

Sucking in a breath, Lando did just that.

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drjohndisco · 6 months

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Unexpected Confession

Pairing: Basil/Jack (+ Sprig)

Rating: M

Warnings: suggestive language/sexual innuendos, swearing, kiss descriptions, implications of past (non-consensual) mind reading.

Word Count: 1k+

Summary: Jack has a meeting he needs to get to, and Sprig ruins a quiet moment (as per usual.)

Notes:

1) I'm finally done!!! Woohoo!! (<- note from a guy who hyper-focused on this piece more than he probably should have.)

2) I haven't written dual perspective in ages, so I have no idea if this actually worked or not. Also, yes, I am aware that neither Basil's or Sprig's lore hasn't been explained (yet), please just roll with it. (The most important things here are that Basil (who is an alien with low level empathic abilities) works on site as a computer tech/on-call scientist, and that Sprig (a sentient mass of plant tendrils with eyes, but no visible mouth) can feel/always know of Basil’s location — due to previous shenanigans.)

[ Basil's lab - 18:00 ]

Basil

‘What do you want? I already thanked you for getting me out of jail.’ Basil asked, looking up at Jack, who was standing on the other side of the table. He was exhausted, and not particularly in the mood to talk to anyone. ‘Please, just go away. ’

‘No, I won’t. Because then I wouldn’t be a very good friend.’ Jack replied, sitting down on the chair across from him. Basil’s chest ached at the usage of the word friend, but he avoided the sensation. ‘You’ve been here for hours, go and get some rest. The base can keep ticking along without you.’

‘Sure,’ Basil laughed derisively. ‘And fish on your planet have wings!’

‘Uh, actually…’ Jack started. ‘There is a species that….’

‘Don’t fact check me.' Basil groaned. ‘It’s bad enough when Daniel’s around.’

'Fair enough.' Jack conceded.

Then Jack’s pager beeped - making him pull it from his pocket and look down at the message.

‘Oh, great! Another meeting’s been scheduled for about ten minutes from now.’ He complained, looking back up at Basil.

'What's this one for?'

‘Apparently they still need me to tie up some loose ends in terms of this whole attempted murder situation of yours.' Jack said, standing and pushing his chair away.

'How fun!' Basil intoned sarcastically. Then their eyebrows crinkled in confusion. ‘Aren’t you going to leave? You know what you’re like with time.’

'Just follow me to the doorway and I'll quit buggin' you.' Jack explained, beckoning him forward.

'Is that an order, Sir?'

'It is.' Jack stated, before turning and beginning to walk out.

'Fine.’ Basil grumbled, taking some of the paperwork from the table and putting it into their lap, turning the chair to the left. Then they begrudgingly scuffed it along the ground, following Jack. ‘Are you happy now?’

'Sure.' Jack replied, but stopped and looked back at Basil from the doorway.

‘What?’ Basil questioned.

‘You’re not going to kiss me goodbye before I go?’

It was a friendly jibe, and rationally Basil knew this, but that didn't stop him from pulling Jack down by his lapels - kissing him hard.

‘Damn.’ Jack murmured admirably under his breath, hands finding their way into Basil's hair.

Shocked by Jack's unanticipated reciprocation (and the strong emotions that came with it) Basil broke the kiss.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Come on, fucking think of something!

‘That….was a one time thing,’ Basil said after a moment - in an awkward attempt to deflect from the situation at hand. ‘Now, I’m just going to go and give these…to someone else who may need them.’

Basil then quickly picked all of the papers up and stood -- not particularly caring whether Jack was even listening to him -- before walking (as calmly as they possibly could) past Jack and out of the door.

Jack

Jack absentmindedly pressed a hand to his lips, as he watched Basil go.

Did I do something wrong?

Then, quietly, Sprig chuckled. Hearing this Jack closed his eyes in desperation.

Of course we had an onlooker.

(But, there’s nothing I can do about that now.)

‘He’s dropped all of those and is running for the lift, isn’t he?’ Jack sighed, not even bothering to look for Sprig (who was currently attached to the outside of Basil’s empty desk plant pot.)

‘Yes, he is.’ Sprig replied. ‘Go and get your bitch, Colonel.'

[ Basil's lab - 18:05 ]

Basil

'Hey,' Jack said gently, as he shut the door behind him. ‘Can we talk?’

…How on earth did he get down here so fast?

The base elevators can’t be that good, can they?

'What is there to talk about?' Basil snapped, as Jack strode over and sat down on their bed across from them. ‘I’m the one that screwed up, just go to your meeting and leave me alone!'

He's too close, I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin.

'I can't, I postponed it.' Jack replied. 'It'll happen tomorrow now.'

'Is that supposed to make me feel better?' Basil retorted.

'No, and I didn't expect it to.' Jack admitted. 'But that's not the point! The point here is that I'm sorry, Basil.'

‘Well, you shouldn’t be!’ Basil said, voice quavering. 'I've ignored what you obviously feel for Sam! That line shouldn't have been crossed!'

‘Damn it, B!’ Jack groaned, exasperatedly raking a hand through his hair. ‘Don't you get it? You're not Carter - and I don't want you to be! My feelings for her don’t affect my feelings for you! Our kiss should have told you that!'

Oh.

'I’m an idiot.’ Basil muttered.

‘Is that supposed to be news to me?’ Jack teased.

‘Oh, do shut up.’ Basil said, before bridging the gap between them; so that they were standing between Jack's legs, hands resting against his hips.

Jack

Jack, to his surprise, found that he had indeed done as instructed.

(There was no sarcastic remark on his tongue, for once.)

‘May I?’ Basil asked. ‘Kiss you, that is?’

‘Yes, please do.' Jack replied, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Then, before Jack could blink, Basil had shifted their hands - lifting his head and cupping his face - subsequently initiating a second (and far more passionate kiss).

Closing his eyes Jack kissed them back fervently; wrapping his arms around Basil’s waist to hold them steady as he pulled them closer, before slowly reaching up and snaking a hand into their hair.

Oh, I never want to let them go.

Basil

Eventually, after what seemed like a mere blip in time to Basil, they pulled away from Jack slightly – moving so that their forehead rested against his.

Fuck, this man can kiss!

(I feel like I'm on fire!)

'Are you okay?' Jack questioned, looking up at Basil.

'Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit tingly.' Basil replied. 'But that will pass.'

'Aw, I'm flattered I could make you feel that way.' Jack joked.

Basil opted to not dignify that with a response.

Then, suddenly, Sprig wolf whistled loudly - shattering the silence.

(He had apparently been watching from a spot on Basil’s bookcase, unnoticed, for some time.)

Startled by this noise Basil let go of Jack and fell backwards, landing on the carpet with a loud thud (and a muffled yelp.)

[ 18:07 ]

Jack

'Oh, fuck me!' Basil cursed angrily, sitting up and hitting the carpet with his fist.

‘Woah, hold your horses, cowboy!’ Jack laughed, as he leaned forward and offered a hand to help them. ‘At least let me buy you a drink first.'

‘Jack, you know that’s not what I meant.' Basil said, grabbing hold of Jack's hand – using him to slowly return to a standing position.

'Honey, are you sure about that?’ Sprig taunted, sliding across the floor so he was positioned next to Basil. 'I've been inside your mind, and, honestly, some of your thoughts made even me blush. Which, if you think about it, is quite a high bar.'

'Sprig, stop being an ass!' Jack yelled, interrupting him.

In response Sprig poked his tongue out at Jack, annoyed.

'Very mature.' Jack said, in a voice reminiscent of a tired father. 'What are you, twelve?’

‘I’m far older than that, but I doubt your tiny brain could comprehend my true age. It'd explode before you even got close.’ Sprig replied, snidely.

'Oh, well done.' Jack goaded. 'Took you a long time to come up with that, did it?'

'Actually, now that I think about it, it is the one advantage your lover here has over you.' Sprig continued, ignoring Jack's comment. 'Although so far it doesn't seem to be doing Basil any good. They did fall for you, after all.'

Jack opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when he noticed the icy look in Basil's eyes.

'Huh. I didn't peg you as being the submissive type, Jack...' Sprig sneered. 'Basil, on the other hand, however...'

Basil

‘Sprig, if you don't shut up soon, I'll go and get the wood chipper!’ Basil threatened.

'Oh no, so frightening! However shall I go on?' Sprig responded, raising a tendril to where Basil assumed his chest should be, and gasping mockingly. 'Goodbye, cruel world!

Then he disappeared with a pop, showering Basil with leaves.

‘Well someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the flower bed this morning.’ Jack noted, after a beat.

'Oh, you didn't...' Basil groaned, shaking their head to remove the debris. ‘I think that may have been one of the cheesiest things I have ever heard you say.'

'It's all part of my charm, sweetheart.' Jack replied, grinning. 'I know you love me for it.'

Yes, Jack.

(Yes, I do.)

#oc x canon #my writing*#[r] fell for you hook line and sinker #this is hornier than intended. sorry y'all! /gen #oc: sprig (st.argate)

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cfr749 · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by the wonderfully kind and lovely @coraclavia. If you haven't checked out her work, go do it right now!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 19

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 354,235

3. What fandoms do you write for? The Rookie!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Beneath Your Beautiful... queue Isn't it ironic by Alanis Morissette 😬

Want You to Stay

However Do You Want Me

One Time Thing

Lucy's Little Secret

5. Do you respond to comments?

I absolutely try to, but sometimes I get behind. Tbh I usually want to respond the minute I see one come in, but don't want to scare anyone lmao. But I read every single one, often multiple times. And you might just get a response from me two years later 😂

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man... I think this has to be We Built Sandcastles, because I have yet to give it an ending and it hurts me too. I'm so sorry. 😭

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm gonna go with However Do You Want Me... what's happier than banging on an airplane to save the world?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really... thankfully, 99.9% of the interaction I've had on my fics has been positive and that's a testament to how wonderfully supportive this fandom is of its creators 😭

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup... the horny kind? Lol... queue Lovin on Me by Jack Harlow. I am pretty vanilla, and I do usually focus a lot on the emotional aspects over the physical. I also generally prefer writing the foreplay over the actual tactics of banging, but I try.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Lol... well... one time when I was 13 I may have written an AU where Justin Timberlake and Nick Carter were normal boys attending the same high school 😂...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully, I don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so, but any time someone does comment on one of my fics in another language, I am just honored and blown away that they found it entertaining enough to work through the language barrier.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Want You to Stay with the amazing @poppypickle. I will always be so thankful that the Chenford fandom brought us together, and so grateful for that creative experience. Truly one of the coolest things I've ever done. ❤️

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I think Chenford still holds this crown.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

We Built Sandcastles, but I actually haven't written anything I've truly given up on. I still think about this universe and write down bits and pieces here and there. I'm also still working on Beneath Your Beautiful!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Weird reality TV AUs? Sexual tension? Feelings?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably too much exposition / time in the character's heads spelling out their motivations vs. letting readers come to their own conclusions.

I'm not always consciously aware of it in my own writing, but sometimes I suspect I'm a little sappier than what I'd normally I prefer to read.

Also I'm slow and sometimes leave my readers hanging for extremely long periods of time (I'm so sorry).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Depends on the context, but, for me, I'd have a hard time without a native speaker to consult with. No strong feelings against it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

BSB + NSYNC

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm going to go with one I haven't mentioned yet, which is Cruel Summer because that fic was utterly batshit, came out of literally nowhere, and was so much fun to write!

Thanks for the tag, Cora!

I am tagging @poppypickle @queseraone @goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo @rememberthismomentx @thisnightissparkling089 @makeitastrength and @summerongrand (apologies if y'all have already done this and I missed it)!

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taggedmemes · 3 months

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SENTENCE MEME JACK'S MANNEQUIN / EVERYTHING IN TRANSIT

what's a girl to do with friends like this?

she let me drive her car so i can score an eighth.

my hair is growing long.

we can live like this.

if you left it up to me, every day would be a holiday from real.

we'd waste our weeks beneath the sun.

we'd fry our brains.

it's so much fun out here.

i'll come back for another year.

the rents are high and [city]'s easy.

it's a picture of perfection.

you sure look fine.

you wore my favorite sweater.

being poor was never better.

let's screw this one up right.

that's when i spend the most time thinking about what i've given up.

this is a warning.

i'm writing you a symphony of sound.

this mix could burn a hole in anyone.

it was you i was thinking of.

i read your letter.

you said you meant it.

there's a piece of me in every single second of every single day.

tell me how it got this way.

i can't get to you.

this is my mixed tape for her.

it's like i wrote every note with my own fingers.

i had to give you away.

sometimes perfection can be perfect hell.

i swear i didn't mean for it to feel like this.

every inch of me is bruised.

can you make this last?

i am finally waking up.

you haven't shown your face here since the bad news.

i'm unraveling with every word you say.

just think of all the thoughts wasted on you.

all i taste is blood between my teeth.

i'm ready, so don't stop.

i am aware i've been misled.

i disconnect my heart, my head.

when did society decide that we had to change and wash a t-shirt after every individual use?

i need caffeine in my blood stream.

my life has become a boring pop song.

i'm done.

the ending got twisted around.

i've got friends who will help me pull through.

i'm dulling the day with a drink.

i'm far too unstable to settle.

i don't know what you could possibly expect under this condition.

this night's a perfect shade of dark blue.

have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

the world could be burning down.

this flood is slowly rising up and swallowing the ground beneath my feet.

tell me how anybody thinks under this condition.

as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down.

now all i can see are the planets in a row.

we were boxing the stars.

finally i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts.

in no time there'll be one less sad robot looking for a chance to be something more than just metal.

she's so good.

she's no good for me.

why treat him like he's dead?

i've found someone to dull this lonely scene.

it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be.

i would never lie to you.

whatcha sad for?

this hurts like hell.

i had that dream again where i was lost for good in outer space.

tell me how to shake a waking nightmare that is only worse when i am sleeping.

i am losing feeling.

i'd prefer not to be rescued.

i'm following myself just this once.

i'm finally numb.

say you'll miss me.

i'm sweating out excuses that would make your stomach turn.

we filled our cups and lit one up.

maybe we were made for each other.

is it possible for the world to look this way forever?

i didn't realize i'd gona crazy.

i didn't catch my bloody nose or that my heart tried to explode.

some people never change at all.

we're still the same impulsive drunks we were when we were small.

someone get this man to a hospital.

you can breathe.

the rain's the rain.

i deconstruct my thoughts.

this fishbowl life is all they need.

i'm slipping into the airwaves.

the static's where you'll find me.

the gold-soaked afternoon comes slow.

something's not so right inside.

don't panic, there simply is no need.

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stephpuppet · 4 months

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binge read your norrington/elizabeth fics and im OBSESSED. you briefly mentioned having an au in your head where james and jack are brothers — do you have any more thoughts about that? i’d never considered it before and now you’ve put the idea into my head i can’t escape it!!

Hi Anon! Thank you for the ask!

I really love the James & Jack dynamic in the film series because it's quite an unusual protagonist/antagonist dynamic (which one's which is up for discussion!). There is actually a fic on fanfiction.net where James and Jack are brothers, though I can't remember the title for the life of me, so it has been done before.

I'm going to spend too much time gushing about what I would do with the concept, so I'll put it below the cut to avoid clogging anyone's feed.

I haven't managed to put it in a fic yet but I really like the idea of James having a really poor relationship with his father. Because then you can play with the idea that James's career ambitions are either 1. a way to prove himself to a father who will never think he's good enough, 2. him trying to succeed to spite a father. If Jack is his older brother this adds in another interesting dynamic of there being a black sheep in the family that James is trying to escape the shadow of but is also somewhat envious of, because Jack has the freedom of not caring what other people think of him and also being very successful in his own right.

Focusing on Jack for a moment. I think that Jack is a character primarily defined by his selfishness and in the films we rarely see him do something that isn't at least a little self-serving and the moments where he does do something unselfish are really nice. I like the idea of Jack having someone that he does actually value above himself, because (as far as I'm aware), we don't ever see that in the films. Jack debates becoming Captain of the Flying Dutchman himself before ultimately giving it to Will, but it wasn't like he had his heart set on the idea. He votes for Elizabeth to be Pirate King, but doing so didn't do anything to his own chances - he wasn't going to get voted in. I want to see him truly sacrifice for someone else.

If I had ever been able to write this idea I think it would have gone something like this.

Curse of the Black Pearl happens as normal just with a touch more "I'm going to arrest my law-breaking brother because I am the GoodSon(TM) and he keeps flirting with my girlfriend" and "hey bro, long-time no-see, whoa what's with the hostility? anywho I have things to do, let's catch up later".

James still goes after Jack in Dead Man's Chest, still on the "I must prove myself to Parental Figure That Sincerely Does Not Give a Fuck" bandwagon. Hurricane happens, only this time Jack and the Pearl go back to fish him out of the water. Cue lots of James being "I hate you, you're the worst brother ever, please leave me to die" and Jack being "Idgaf, I love you and you're going to stay on my ship and I'm going to take care of you while you have your existential crisis/breakdown."

Will and Elizabeth individually turn up for their respective plotlines and Jack deals with them with James just in the background still in his emo-teenager "life is meaningless, woe is me" phase.

From here it gets a bit fuzzy. In this verse, James doesn't steal the heart and betray everyone because, despite all his very dramatic angst, he does actually appreciate that someone gives a shit about him. I think this is one of the tragic aspects of his character in the films - he doesn't have anyone that cares for him. Governor Swann kind of does but I imagine that relationship dissipates when James is no longer a prospective son-in-law. His men respect him but I imagine a lot of that again goes when first he loses the Interceptor and a load of men in the attack on the Isla de Muerta and then again when the Dauntless is sunk in the hurricane. Elizabeth ditches him for Will. He just doesn't have anyone.

That's why I really like the idea of Jack and James being brothers, because it can give James someone that will love him unconditionally and it can give Jack someone he values as more than just a means to an end and also (crucially) something that he can lose. If you think about it, all the consequences Jack faces in the films are temporary - he dies and comes back, he loses the Pearl and gains it again.

I'm not sure when or how it would happen, but I like the idea that James still dies (possibly at the end of Dead Man's Chest) and Jack just loses it. His motivations during At World's End change from the rather impersonal 'Save Piracy and Stop Davy Jones', to 'Find Someway to Get James Back and Fuck Everyone and Everything Else'. There's now a solid motivation for him to try to become Captain of the Flying Dutchman and I feel it would be really interesting to see him sacrifice his principles and screw over people he cares about to achieve his goal. Like all bets are off, the ends will justify the means. And not just his innocent "Yes I betrayed you but it all worked out in the end", but legit life-ruining, "we will never forget or forgive this" betrayals.

I like to think in the end Jack succeeds, potentially without having to become Captain of the Dutchman. Like maybe he's able to make some deal with Davy Jones (and/or the EITC??, prob not though). He gets James back but at some huge cost. Would be super interesting if Elizabeth ends up dying because of Jack's actions and he has to lie about it to James because he knows James wouldn't forgive him if he knew what he had done.

Anyway those are my extensive thoughts on the subject. I like the ideas but I'm not motivated enough to commit them to paper and write the fic.

#pirates of the carribean #james norrington #jack sparrow #potc au #potc fanfiction

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lunaryugamine · 1 year

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So these are my thoughts on a Spy x Family/Batman fanfic AU based on @reineydraws very cute and fun art that I'll write someday in the vague future. My Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun AU takes precedent over this, but I wanted to get this out because it's been eating my brain.

I will admit that I have read almost no Batman comics or watched TV shows but I started reading fanfic for it and now the Batfam runs through my brain 24/7. I am currently reading the Young Justice comics, though, and will be reading more when I'm done with that.

So here's how I'm mashing the two canons together: this is a no superheroes AU where no one has any powers (except Anya and other potential government experiments that haven't come up) and the Spy x Family universe is farther in the future so there's computers and cell phones (the reason why is shown later). Also, Eden Academy is slightly more accepting of strange familial situations (at least for Bruce Wayne) and less obsessed with image because I can't imagine canon Eden Academy accepting a disabled Babs. That's the main setting, but the characters are far more important to me.

Bruce Wayne was orphaned in the war but since this setting actually has therapists he's a lot more well-adjusted and does not go out dressed as a bat to beat up criminals, which is good because Ostania is a police state and they would not tolerate that. The country does, however, have an organization like WISE who also doesn't want another war, and Bruce is involved with that, using his Brucie persona to get information on warmongers in the government. That organization (which doesn't have a name yet) works tentatively with WISE but they don't exactly trust one another. Unfortunately, Donovan Desmond fucking hates Brucie Wayne and so doesn't interact with him at the Imperial Scholars gatherings, leading to Operation Strix still needing to be done. He's beloved by the city of Berlint, just like the Wayne's are in Gotham, which is a big reason why Dick and Jason are able to be accepted into Eden Academy late and Damian without a mom. Twilight is aware that there's a person in the upper echelons of Ostania but doesn't know who it is and is trying to figure it out. Bruce uses his money to make social programs to uplift his fellow citizens in poverty because if you're rich that's what you should do or I'll fucking hate you.

Dick Grayson is still an orphaned circus acrobat (although here his parents deaths are a legitimate tragic accident) that Bruce adopts who is able to get into Eden late due to his intelligence, athleticism, and lots and lots of bribes. Instead of the Court of Owls, he's connected to the Garden here and the Shopkeeper is his relative instead of William Cobb. Bruce is very adamant that Dick is not involved with that, so while Dick knows about the Garden and it's members, he's more involved with the organization Bruce is in. He is legitimately friends with Demetrius Desmond, but his relationship to his father is like Damian's (who is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his family) so he has no information for Dick to get for the organization. He's also close friends with Babs.

Barbara is the daughter of the police commissioner who isn't involved in the SS and is still disabled because she was kind of a gamechanger in comics with her disability so I want to keep that. I haven't decided whether she was born with it or if it was an injury but she still has a wheelchair. Babs is also still Oracle (which is why I need the technology to be updated) and is a hacker similar to maia arson crimew IRL (god bless it) who leaks documents of crimes the Ostanian government has done, and has to be very careful to never reveal her identity because she would immediately be detained, tortured, and killed. Thankfully, very few people would suspect that Oracle is a disabled teenage girl at Eden Academy. No one except Tim, that is.

Jason meets Bruce after trying to jack his car wheels and Bruce takes one look at this child and thinks "Mine" and so Jason is adopted. He is also accepted at Eden Academy late because of his stellar academics and because Bruce had already set a precedent. He's a good athlete, but he's not a prodigious gymnast like Dick so that's not part of why he gets in. Unlike Bruce and Dick, he's not involved in the organization. Instead he's involved in the groups of civilians who are against the police state. In the manga, the only resistance groups are people who are willing to put innocent people in danger, which sucks a lot. The organization Jason's involved in would absolutely kill some government officials but wouldn't get civilians harmed. Duke is also involved in this, but he's a minor character and I'm already juggling so many characters but imagine Duke and Jason working together in a gang setting. DC, why have you not done this already?

Cass (OP didn't include Cass in the original post but I love Cass so she's being included) was still trained to be an assassin from birth with David Cain being part of the Garden, but the Shopkeeper actually has some morals and is horrified when he sees what's been done to Cass, maybe when she's around 9 years old and Cain shows her off to the Shopkeeper, expect him to be impressed. Manipulating children into being assassins is one thing, but training a child to be a weapon and literally nothing else is another, so Cain is disposed of (maybe by Yor) and the Shopkeeper sends Cass to be taken care of by Bruce because he knows that he's a good dad because he takes care of Dick. Unfortunately because she's spent her entire life up to this point not being able to speak or read, she's not able to catch up in school enough to be accepted into Eden Academy, but she is able to go to a school that focuses on dance and she lives her dreams of being a ballerina and meets Steph there, maybe doing another type of dance because I can't imagine Steph as a ballerina. She's not involved in politics the way her brothers and father are, but that's okay because she deserves to just be happy.

Tim is the neighbor of Bruce Wayne who, when Bruce realizes is horribly neglected, unofficially adopts him and eventually sues the Drakes for child abuse and officially adopts him. He was already in Eden Academy so that's not a problem. Tim doesn't have a Batman to obsess over in this universe, but he does have an Oracle to obsess over. He somehow finds out Oracle's identity (I'll figure out how later) and begs to be her apprentice, and she eventually takes him on because Tim is stubborn AF and also a talented hacker in his own right. He's best friends with Conner, the son of reporters Clark and Lois Kent (who report critcal things that the government is doing with pseudonyms), because I'm weak for their relationship. I want to add the rest of the Core Four but I don't know how so we'll see how that goes. He suspects that Bruce and Dick are part of the secret organization and that Jason is part of the civilian resistance to the police state but doesn't want to be involved with that because he's already involved with resistance work and the less he knows the better in case he's found out by the government.

Damian is the actual son of Bruce and Talia, who met on a business trip Bruce or Talia took and they had a fling which resulted in Damian. Ra's doesn't have access to a Lazarus Pit here because those don't exist so he's just a normal cult leader who's been dead before Talia and Bruce meet. Talia has turned the cult's assets into a business venture so Damian has an actually fairly normal, if spoiled and also full of martial arts training because that's still important to Talia, upbringing. Bruce and Talia share custody and Damian stays with his father for the school year and with his mother during breaks. Bruce and Talia may still be in love. I don't know, I'll figure it out. Anyway, Damian has a huge rivalry with the other Damian because they're both sons of influential people with a chip on their shoulder, but they're also foils because Damian W actually has a loving family and Damian D doesn't. Damian W befriends Anya and Becky specifically because he wants to annoy Damian D but eventually becomes legitimately fond of them (and Damian D and his friends) but he will never admit it. He's just as much of a tsundere as the other Damian, just in a platonic way. Damian also faces racism due to his brown skin (BECAUSE HE'S DARK OKAY DC LET HIM BE A POC).

The actual story will have some focus on the little shenanigans of the kids at Eden like in SxF (including the older kids), but instead of focusing on Twilight and Yor, the other part will focus on the Wayne's and their allies political maneuverings, but also some slice-of-life with Cass because she deserves it. We may have some small flashes to the Forger family, but they're not the focus. There will also be Batfam fluff because I'm a sucker for that.

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Dear Azul,

Jack thought it was despicable of you to trick all of those students, I thought it was ingenious! Nobody will call you a saint for it, but you have the charisma, brains, and tenacity to achieve whatever you want in life. Those kind of traits are worth infinitely more than any magic someone could be born with! Undoubtably, you are someone truly gifted. I hope to see you one day having everything you ever wished for! (Also I hope to see your tentacles and ink pot too)

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, bullying, unhealthy relationship, mutilation, poison, unhealthy mindset

Azul Ashengrotto-Benevolence

Cleaning the last table of the lounge you were finally done with work for the day. Azul had been kind enough to let you work here to earn some money. He also said that he would love to just give you money without you even lifting a finger but that didn't sit right with you. Just when you were about to leave the octopus came out of the VIP room, also being done for the day. Upon seeing you he rummaged through a pocket of his jacked out of which he pulled a letter. Coming up to you he gave you it before saying goodnight and left. How unexpected.

Dear Prefect,

never in my life have I heard such kind words with that kind of context. It was always just “Be careful of Azul he is no good.” or “He will just use you for his own benefit.”. I do not deny that my actions aren't the nicest and that one or two students may or may not have suffered because of that but at the same time, these contracts are the product of hard work. All my life I studied hard and tried my best to prove that an octopus could also be someone great and yet when they realized that there was also loss whenever they wanted something from me they just blamed me. I told them what I would give and take from them. The decision was up to them. If they wanted to get what they wanted they should have learned as much as I did. Fools, always taking without even thinking of giving!

But my benevolence, the benevolence of the sea witch, only exists because of you. We both were inspired by your wisdom which you obtained by not minding whether the knowledge originated from the sea or the land. Such a soul like you is very rare to find. The mermen in the sea don't look further than the surface of the water, only some leave the sea to see the land. I am blessed to be able to witness your glory, to have left the sea at the right time. If I think about the fact that those small fish are also able to witness your glory makes me want to gauge their eyes out and turn them into anemones. Maybe then they would learn their lesson. Spoiled brats. But I shall forgive them, for a price.

My magic is yours, you are the one that led me on its path. If you ever feel in need of it just tell me, and I shall do everything you ask me for.

However, what I did not expect was you liking my true form. I am honored and to be honest also flustered. It's another thing I never got a compliment for. Ink spitting, chubby Azul. I never what to return for that. How pathetic I was and if I'm honest, I still am. As long as I haven't reached the level of perfection needed to be your loyal servant I shall not dare to be satisfied with myself. How could I? Your knowledge is said to be so great that you even know what this worlds true colors are. I would never be able to reach such greatness but please, allow me to watch you. I feel like I'm sinking into darkness the second I imagine you abandoning me. Don't leave me alone! I am yours and your alone! Do you wish for a certain potion? I will make it for you! Even poison! Just don't throw me away!

Please allow this octopus to be in your presence. I will suffocate in my pot if not.

Yours faithfully

Azul Ashengrotto

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere azul #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #tw: yandere #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: bullying #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: mutilation #tw: poison #tw: unhealthy mindset

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tree-nuts-stuff · 9 months

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[SUPER OUTDATED]

Omg wowwww an intro post I'm wildin today frfr. Anyway so basically this is our intro, it has basic information about our system, the names of our frequent fronters uh here's our system main blog [ @clutteredcollective ], we haven't done like, anything on there because we wanted to make an intro post first but I had to get REALLY bored to do this, and it's hard to give information about other alters when the one co-fronting rn has never fronted before. But yeah anyway here's our intro, we're super cool and interesting. I'm gonna post this exact same post on the system main as well, so tada. Finally connecting my blogs omggg. Gotta be proud of meee. Also, if any others that aren't listed here post on this blog or Anomaly Ridden, then it's up to them if they wanna tag their name, if they don't idk, Idrc it's their comfort. Just don't be surprised if you see some unfamiliar names (mostly Daves /h)

- Jackson ⚰️

(p.s. I linked my Carrd to my name in the intro area I spent days on it, it's so cool <3)

╰► 「 Corpse Cult 」

❝ Say my name and his in the same breath ❞`

꒰୨୧꒱┊B A S E I N F O．

> ⵌ collective age: (?)

> ⵌ body age: 18

> ⵌ collective pronouns: it/he/they

> ⵌ type: adaptive

꒰୨୧꒱┊F R E Q U E N T F R O N T E R S ．

> ⵌ Jackon | it/its | ⚰️

> ⵌ Special interests: Death, Dating sims, Marvel, Homestuck

> ⵌ Side blogs: @our-life-postings, @creep-impasta

> ⵌ DNI: Beta/Alpha kid shippers, problematic ships (homestuck specific)

> ⵌ Dirk | he/him | ⚔️

> ⵌ Dave | he/they | 🍎

> ⵌ Special interests: hanahaki disease

> ⵌ TG | he/they | ☕

> ⵌ Special interests: beatboxing

> ⵌ Side blogs: @cool-guy-username

> ⵌ Techno | he/pig/crown | 👑

> ⵌ DS | he/bird/doom | 🪶

> ⵌ Special interests: Death, time travel

꒰୨୧꒱┊B O U N D A R I E S．

> ⵌ PDA: ➵ ask

> ⵌ Touch: ➵ ask

> ⵌ DMs: ➵ yes (only some will respond)

> ⵌ Friend Requests: ➵ yes

> ⵌ Nicknames / Petnames: ➵ depends on fronter

> ⵌ Extra Info: ➵ Some alters speak with a typing quirk, they may or may not translate but usually another alter will translate. We have MANY Striders, please refer to them by their proper names! We split very easily, it's very unfun, but our frequent fronters usually change per month, Jack and Techno are the only consistent ones. ALMOST NO ONE IS THEIR SOURCE !! DO NOT TREAT THEM LIKE THEIR SOURCE !! Some will share details from their source if they are comfortable, do not push! Some alters are in relationships with each other, most of us see each other as family, if you have a problem with either of that, bye.

BYI/DNI

BYI;

We have autism, ADHD, chronic pain, and amnesia etc. (Some people have their own health issues they may or may not share that'll impact our life and communication)

We're a system and all of the above affects us greatly.

We prefer tone tags being used, bc we have no idea what y'all are talking about usually.

We get overtly anxious communicating online and it may take us a bit to get comfortable.

Do not bring syscourse to our blog(s), we don't engage in it, you'll be blocked.

Be aware that I am pro non-traumagenic systems, as it's not my business. Don't interact with me if that bothers you.

WE REBLOG STRIDERCEST (typically not Bro/Dave as that grosses us out and invokes trauma) WE REBLOG AND TEND TO LIKE AMD MAY EVEN POST ABOUT OUR STRIDERCEST RELATIONSHIPS!!!!

DNI;

Basic DNI criteria

Xenophobic, therianphobic

Pro-zoo, MAPS, etc

❝ I dare you to say they taste the same ❞`

#tree time #yeah #system stuff #did system #system intro #plural system #member intro #kinda #intro post #finally #jackson ⚰️

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jakehawk · 4 months

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Thank You

Jake goes to see Cole to say thanks before it's too late.

@colcreznik

Cole Reznik

-he was getting bored. naturally. being stuck in a jail cell with nothing to do could that do. now cole knew and understood what it was like for the inmates to the prisons he worked at. tapping his fingers against the wall his back was leaned against to the beat of a song stuck in his head, he heard the precinct door open- I hope that's you, Renee. Anyway you can fetch me a book or art supplies to pass the dying time? -once the person came to view, he realized it wasn't renee- Oh, hey Jack.

Jake Hawk

"Hey Mole," Jake replied back with a smile. "Sorry, I haven't got a book or anything. Just lunch." He held up the paper bag he had brought with him from the Community Centre. He put the bag into the tray in the cell door for Cole to take whenever he was ready. "Dumb question but how're you doing?"

Cole Reznik

-cole smirked at his new name - might as well. he then shrugged to answer jake's question- Living the dream, Jack. Living the dream. -he moved toward the door, happily taking the bag- This wouldn't by chance be a medium rare prime rib with loaded fries? I used to think about what my last meal would be and I think that would be it.

Jake Hawk

"Unfortunately, no. No prime rib or fries. It's boar steak and root veggies. I would say close your eyes and imagine it's the same but it's really not. Sorry."

Cole Reznik

It's whatever. Thanks anyway. -cole dropped the bag to the bench before facing jake- Whaddya doing here?

Jake Hawk

He leaned against the cell bars, his arms loosely crossed. "Came to say thank you for doing what you did with Renee. Wish it didn't cost you as much as it has done though."

Cole Reznik

Oh, come on, man. -cole chuckled, shaking his head as he took a seat- I'm the same fucker who planned on making a move on your girl if that damned biter hadn't come out of nowhere. There's no need to thank me. I'm not a fucking hero. Thanks for the food but, you ain't gotta be here.

Jake Hawk

Jake wasn't so much a fan of Coke hitting on Renee and guessed that was what caused the slap he saw. But he wasn't going to dwell on that now. "No, I don't have to be here but I am anyway."

Cole Reznik

-he folded his arms across his chest, letting out a sigh- Listen, I got Lord knows how many more hours left of this shit, and I don't wanna spend it playing ring around the rosie so - just say your thank yous and get shit out.

Jake Hawk

Jake narrowed his eyes slightly, weighing up his options here. "Alright. Thank you for saving the woman I love. I know there's no way I can repay what you did, even if you were being a slimy piece of shit beforehand. So yeah, thank you."

Cole Reznik

-cole let out a loud bellow of laughter, putting a hand on his stomach- Slimy piece of shit. That's a new one. Bravo. And you're welcome. Just make sure you fight for her. Life's too short not to do or say the things you want.

Jake Hawk

Jake cracked a grin as Cole let out a burst of loud laughter. There was no way for Jake to repay Cole for what he did but at least he made him laugh before... Yeah, before. "Oh I plan on fighting for her," he said. "She knows this already but I'm in it for the long haul. Even if the long haul ain't that long because-" he motioned in the air to indicate the near endless reasons of why life was not guaranteed to last all that long "-reasons!"

Cole Reznik

Good. Take it easy, Jake. Hold 'em close a little longer even if they fight you. -of course he meant the children jake had taken in, since cole wasn't able to do it himself with his own son- Now get outta here. No good spending your time here.

Jake Hawk

Nodding as Jake got to his feet, he was suddenly aware that this would likely be the last time he'd see Cole alive. And yet he was at a loss of what else to say to the doomed man. Anything his brain tried to cobble together didn't feel big enough for this moment. Instead, Jake gave Cole a salute before walking away.

Jake left the precinct and went back to his house. It was tempting to seek out Renee but he knew how busy she was with a new influx of patients so he went home instead.

"Hey Pops," Cody said as Jake let himself in. "You ok? You look kinda pale?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Jake muttered before pulling Cody into a big hug, the same kind of hug Cole wouldn't be able to give his own son ever again. After a long moment, Jake let go and gave Cody a sad looking smile. "Wanna help me with dinner?"

#jhtalks #cole #thread: jake and cole #discord thread

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impostorsshow · 3 months

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Hi I nailed down more stuff for my Omori au including the design for whitespace Jack so here's the basic stuff about it

Jack has curly hair because that's my personal headcanon, if anyone wants to work off of my interpretation but doesn't agree like do whatever Jack is bald in canon I do not care also if I Knew How to do bullet points I Would

I am well aware that Jack and the rest of the crew in DSaF are grown ass men, but the storyline of Omori simply wouldn't work if Sunny was a 30 year old rotting corpse so forgive me for making everyone teens

Dee takes the place of Mari. Her "Something" form is the puppet, I just forgot to draw her normal appearance here because I wanted to post something about this in order to continue being motivated enough to draw, my forte with aus is words - but she has hair the same shade as peters shown above that's about medium length past the shoulders and that red scarf, probably a pink skirt and wears a sweater of some sort

Peter takes the Place of Basil - he is still Dee and Jack's older brother, but panicked and the only thing he could think of when he found Jack and Dee was to not have his little brother get caught, and helped him. Now, he avoids Jack around the house at all times, not being able to stand what he done, knowing now that he's older and has a management job at the local pizza place and a girlfriend he's too nervous to pop the question to, that Jack probably would have been fine since it was an accident. Appearance wise, he is not. Y'know a phone head but ever since the incident happened, whenever Jack tried to approach him Peter took out his phone and pretended to be busy. His hair is naturally curly like Jack's, but he straightens it before he goes to Fazbenders because it "looks unprofessional, and his employees slack off too much anyway, especially the older ones. Someone has to be setting a standard so they work harder." Peter is the entire reason that one business part of whitespace exists and it's fazbenders instead of casino sharks

Jack is Omori/Sunny, going by "Old Sport" in whitespace. Furthermore, Blackjack is Mewo, and whitespace Jack has a dulled version of Blackjacks tie to indicate the connection between them. I've never played Omori myself and need to, but Jack is the only thing in the world with these colors. Bright stain your eyes yellow exists but the dulled dirty yellow does not, and neither does blackjacks rich dark purple color. On the contrary, while teal and blue seems to be incredibly common in the game, the most common colors are a soft red and lavender.

I honestly haven't planned out who Aubrey is, but the reason for that is that I can't decide whether Dave fits better as Aubrey [fully because of Henry] or Kel. I am leaning toward Kel though because I don't know who would be the first person to go seek Jack out other than him

Wait if Dave could be Kel then who's Hero you ask-? No one. Hero doesn't exist, the closest he gets to existing is Steven in whitespace because I can't tell the phone guys apart because I want to make Peter hero, but in order for him to be Basil Peter needs to be missing- I might make Hero or whitespace Basil Harry at some point, though. Suggestions are welcome since I have no clue

I actually really want to learn how to make a mod so I could mod. Omori in order to tell this au but I don't know how and I don't even know if Omo-Cat would allow that for their game so. I can at least redraw screenshots eventually though

#feel free to use the submission button thingy to suggest screenshots to redraw because i dont have any #i definitely need to redraw the whitespace mirror and the stab mewo thing #art #talk talks #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #jack kennedy #peter kennedy #that tag is the only thing telling me im talking about the right phone here #dee kennedy #omori #this entire au only exists because i wanted to draw omori while drawing answers for my dsaf ask blog #I POSTED IT AND IT MOVED MY IMAGE TO THE BOTTOM WHY #it also removed my read more sobs

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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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Chaotic as the Sea (7/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Warning: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: As the Black Pearl travels to Tortuga, Y/N and Jack continue to argue about how to handle Blackbeard's aggression. Privately, they each try to cope with the problem in their own ways.

Masterlist

Y/N

The Pearl rocks as the ship sails closer and closer to Tortuga. The warm breeze from the open ocean brushes my hair back like I'm riding on the clouds. At the bow, I sit with my eyes resting, listening to the waves as they crush against the sides. It's so tranquil up here, far from the action of the deck and the panic that radiates from all of the men currently. They fear Blackbeard and rightfully so, they would be dumb not to be afraid. Yet, I still grow frustrated with the position I'm in. They're willingly keeping me on board despite the danger and instead of being grateful for their sacrifice I wish they would be selfish. I wish they would desert me on some island, at least then I wouldn't feel so trapped. Run from Blackbeard so he doesn't make me his prisoner, but in exchange, I must be a prisoner on the Pearl... always running.

A vast ocean with no limits and yet I'm confined to one route... the route leading to Tortuga.

"I know you're there," I announce right as the floorboards creak behind me.

Jack begins to protest. "But-"

I snicker. "You're not exactly stealthy, Jack."

"Uh... What are you doing?" He questions.

"Trying to clear my head," I remark a matter-of-factly, considering he's interrupting my task.

"Are you..." He hesitates, shifting closer until I see his shadow hovering over me. "Did you have one of those dreams again about Blackbeard?"

"No, don't worry." My eyes flicker open slowly and are met with the sight of the shimmering horizon. "I think if I relax my mind then perhaps I can figure out what it all means."

"The dreams?" He presses, kneeling down beside me.

I turn my head to glance at his eyes. "All of it. I understand why Blackbeard wants me. He knows I can lead him to the Fountain of Youth. In order to access the Fountain, one needs the tear of a mermaid. What I'm saying is I don't understand why Blackbeard wants me or my powers so badly. There are others -- very few but others -- who know where the Fountain is, why go through the trouble of collecting me in particular?"

He reaches up and plays with the ends of my hair with a troubled expression. "I wish I knew..." He mutters as his eyes fall to the strands he holds.

A yawn escapes me. I attempt to fight it before Jack notices but to no avail.

"You should get some rest, Love. We'll arrive in Tortuga by tomorrow evening."

"I'm fine." I try to convince him with a confident shake of the head. "I have tea to help."

"But you haven't slept in days and-"

"I'm aware!" I snap.

Jack's features shift to an even more worrisome frown, only adding to my guilt.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble, placing my hand on his knee.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he wears a weak smile. "Don't be."

"I can't fall asleep when I'm afraid that I may never wake up or that I'll find myself in the middle of the ocean," I confess.

"If you sleep during the day I can keep an eye on you," he suggests as he's done many times since he saved me from falling overboard.

"No, no, you already have enough responsibilities," I reason. "A whole crew to look after. I won't add to them."

He cups my face and peers into my eyes sternly. "Taking care of you is my first priority."

I lean into his touch as my hand reaches up and covers his own. I feel a thousand times more at ease with Jack near and it makes me realize how truly exhausted I am. The warmth of his hand could put me to sleep for weeks.

"Oi, Captain!" Mr. Gibbs calls from the wheel urgently, causing both of us to look in his direction swiftly.

Jack and I look back at one another with a collective disappointment for the interruption.

"Love..." Jack sighs.

I offer him a weak but convincing smile. "It's truly alright, Mo Chuisle. I'm perfectly well. You'd know if I wasn't." (My Darling/My Pulse)

He stares into my eyes utterly torn about whether to stay with me or go perform his duties as Captain.

I lean in a plant a kiss on his cheek. "Go on, I'll be fine."

He gives me a sharp and reluctant nod before placing a quick peck on my forehead. He rises to his feet and marches off swiftly down the stairs to return to the wheel as though if he didn't act quickly he wouldn't have had the strength to go.

My attention returns to ahead of me, to the ocean. Miles and miles of open ocean, freedom, the whole world. Physically, I'm as free as anyone could wish to be. Mentally, I'm chained to Blackbeard without any hope of breaking out.

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The next day...

"Land Ho!" Marty declares, eagerly pointing over starboard side.

The whole crew cheers and tries to catch a glimpse of the distant glimmering Tortuga. I, however, stick to my new favorite spot at the bow of the ship. I lean over the rail and watch Mr. Gibbs turns the boat toward the island more accurately.

The thumping of Barbosa's wooden leg echoes up the stairs until the older man towers beside me. "What's swirling around in that head of your's?"

"How much I hate Tortuga," I state plainly.

He chuckles loudly. "But is this not the place where you and Jack first confessed your undying love?"

I give him the side-eye, but can't help and smirk slightly. "That was many years go, Barbosa. I never took you as a romantic to remember such a thing."

"Less about my liking of romance and more of a fondness for the relief of you two no longer going at each other like dogs," he remarks.

I snicker, turning my attention back toward the horizon. "Yes, we did argue quite a lot, didn't we?"

"Understatement of the century," the pirate grumbles with a roll of his eyes.

I release a deep sigh and push off the rail. "I'm going to go get ready and we'll go to land. Jack made me promise to go together this time." I pat the man on the back as I pass behind him.

A soft smile etches itself on Barbosa's lips. "Wise choice."

Jack

"Marty!" I call sharply.

The man rushes to my side, panting from his trip here. "Yes, Cap?"

"You stay behind on the Pearl and wait for everyone to leave the vessel," I order. "When Miss Y/N goes with me, you shall go to my quarters and anything that you have suspect be magic-related you hide somewhere obscure on board, understood?"

"Yes, Sir." He nod swiftly, but after a moment of thought his brows scrunch together in confusion. "But... well... Sir?"

"What? Yes?" I rush him along.

"What if she... you know... retaliates?" He questions anxiously, clearly afraid of what Y/N can do.

"She's not Calypso or Davy Jones. She can't send the Kraken or a hurricane after you. Now, relax and follow my orders!" I command, waving the man away.

"Yes! Right, Sir!" He salutes me and scurries off.

I swear all of these men are more superstitious than me and I thought that impossible.

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Later that night...

Y/N

It's been years since I've stepped foot in Tortuga and it's still the same. Though, what could I expect? It's not as if someone would clean this place. Drunk pirates, ladies of the night, and rum all over basically sums up Tortuga. If a nun or priest entered the island I think they would die from heart attacks. It's not exactly a sacred place. Well, depends on who you ask I suppose.

The crew files off the ship one by one and I follow suit as I did the last time we docked, except I'm allowed to roam about this time. Of course, under Jack's strict supervision, much to my annoyance. I feel like a child with how he coddles me sometimes.

As I wait for Jack, Will, and Barbosa to emerge from the ship, I wait beside Mr. Gibbs on the dock.

"I don't care if you all find yourself at the bottom of a barrel in the morning! Be here by eleven or we're leaving you to find a new crew!" Mr. Gibbs announces as all of the men shuffle off to go get drunk.

Some grumble, some ignore him, and then there's Pintel and Ragatti. Those two are constantly kissing someone's ass and make sure to give Mr. Gibbs a nervous smile or me a wink as they pass.

A little dog runs down the dock just a few feet away and I stroll over to say hello to it. It's scruffy and dirty, the same could be said for all of the men on this island. I kneel down in front of it and start scratching its ears.

"Well hello," I coo. "And who might you be?"

The little guy leans against my hand and releases a deep sigh. There's no tag of any sort or sign of ownership. Based on its state, it's most likely a stray. I may just have to adopt him myself.

"Cute isn't it?" A voice asks.

I glance up to see a man leaning against a post just a few steps ahead. "Absolutely!" I grin, giving the dog more rubs. "Is he yours?"

"Sadly not." He smirks and approaches. "How much?"

I snicker and rise to my feet. Instantly the dog continues on its way down the dock as if nothing happened. "Oh sorry, he isn't mine either. I'm sure if you tried to catch him-"

"I meant for you," the man interjects.

"Excuse me?" Then, my eyes widen as I process his meaning. I take a step back and he snatches my wrist with a gentle grip.

"You look awfully nice," he concludes as he eyes me up and down. "Are you new?"

A third hand enters the dynamic and shoves the stranger's hand off, freeing mine.

"Oi! Mate!" Jack warns, stepping between us and pointing his pistol directly at the stranger's forehead. "Keep your paws to yourself, savvy?" He smirks.

"Didn't see she already had a taker." The man raises his hands in surrender as he backs away slowly.

After a couple of seconds, Jack lowers his gun back to his belt and turns to me.

I huff. "What are you doing? One more pint and that fella would've been on his ass with his coins in my pocket."

He chuckles and rests his hands on my shoulders. "Now you truly sound like a pirate."

"I'll leave the piracy to you, thanks," I assure him as I wrap my arms around his torso.

He peers down at me with a pleased and satisfied grin as his fingers glide down my back. "So you'd fraternize with a pirate but refuse to call yourself one?"

"Ying and yang, black and white, light and dark. We're opposites, Jack, and one of us has to be the moral compass," I reason.

"That may be so, My Dear, but..." He leans in to whisper in my ear smugly. "Last time I checked, Miss Morals, when you held the compass it pointed to me." His face returns to my sight with his eyes narrowed. "When are you going to admit to yourself that you long for the freedom only our corrupt lifestyle can provide?"

"Never." I stand my ground sternly.

He smirks and leans down until our faces are hovering mere inches apart. His jet black eyes are full of certainty and admiration. "Pirate..." He accuses in a proud whisper before pressing his lips to mine softly.

My eyes fall shut and I relish the moment. I hate it when he does this. A part of me wants to break from him and defend my argument. The other, weaker yet louder, part of me gives in to his antics because he painfully knows exactly what buttons to push to make me toss all willpower aside.

Stupid, smug, and self-righteous pirate.

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tiny-tigers · 7 months

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heyhey, same anon from before who left the message with the 🫶

i only lurk on here and follow some sports so that's how i came across your blog but i've always thought your support for him and the sport in general has been admirable and nice to watch, you haven't done anything wrong at all. some people just don't get it but as long as you're happy and jack is happy and you're both doing well then i really don't see an issue.

i hope you're okay, please take a break if you need to and come back whenever you're ready 🫶

I mean if I was a creep he wouldnt have Said it was good to see me , sign my drawing, hugs me , have pics , said sorry for the video coming late...the security did let me pass everytime and people complimenting the drawing.

For the page it is a support page and he promised he will keep looking and he did even today

Yeah I wanted some attention but like every common humans ?

Even his family trust me... I accepted loooooong ago I am too ugly for him it wasnt necessary To adds that salt on my wounds

I Guess anon has been triggered because I said we were looking good together that my friends thought it was my bf but it happened that is all , I noted myself a 0.5/10 the other day so I am aware I wasn't enough and never will be

Idk I just wanted to be his best fan

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1069: Poker Night (King of Fighters)

10:45 p.m. at Casino Palace......

Ramon: (Groans in Defeat with Cards in his Hands) Maldita sea, Krohnen, how have you beaten me this time!? I have four Kings in my hand!

Krohnen: Which is cool and all. (Crosses his Arms With a Smirk on his Face) But everyone knows that an Ace trumps any Kings or Queens you have in your disposal.

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Sure it does. (Starts Grumbling in Spanish)

Krohnen: Hey, don't sit here and get at pissy me, casanova. Blame your predictable strategic skills for screwing you over. (Points at his Girlfriend Sitting Beside Him) And Angel for teaching me how to get good at Black Jack.

Angel: (Immediately Pouts at Krohnen) Krohnen! Stop dragging into your mischief.

Krohnen: (Shrugs) Just speaking the truth here, babe. I have gotten a lot better at the game thanks to you.

Angel: And I'm very proud of you for it. (Kiss Krohnen on the Cheek Before Crossing her Arms Together) But my point still stands here.

Antonov: Can I please get something more decent than a pair of twos? I'm running low on chips here!

Angel: Anty, you can't keep throwing your chips in every time you want a new hand.

Antonov: Yeah, but....who knows!? (Starts Twiddling his Fingers Bashfully) I'll might get lucky this time around....(Starts Pouting at Krohnen) Unless your Cookie over there manage to take it from me.

Ramon: He's gonna run all of us dry at this rate....

Krohnen: I can't help that lady luck is on my side tonight.

?????: Luck is a very lovely mistress indeed.

The gang turns around and sees an old, well dressed gentleman making his way towards their table.

?????: But she can only led you so far, if you're willing to put your intelligence to the test that is.

Krohnen: Uhh.... (Raises an Eyebrow at the Suited Man) Do we know you or.....

Antonov: Say.....Aren't you that Oswald fellow? The guy who fights with decks of cards in his hands?

Oswald: (Politely Tips his Hat Off Towards the Gang with a Smile on his Face) That, I am, my good sir. And you, lady and gentlemen, are just the group of people I want to see this evening. You see, I would like to challenge each of you in a simple game of Black Jack.

Angel: Oooooh~ A new challenger approaches?~ What's in it for us?

Oswald: Nothing too complicated I assure you. If one of you I'd able to beat me, then I will be glady to reward you $10,000.00 in cash. Lose and....well, it pains me to say this, but....(Gives Antonov a Bit of a Sinister Look in hus Eyes) I'm afraid I'll have to assassinate your former King of Fighters' Champion from where he stands.

The Gang: WHAT!?

Antonov: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock and Fear) B-B-But why me!? I didn't do anything to you!.....Have I?

Oswald: Oh no, you haven't done anything of the sorts, at least from what I'm aware of. It just so happens that my recent client....(Turns Around and Sees a Hooded Young Man Hiding Behind One of the Casino Machines Before Turning Back to the Group) Who shall no be named, has paid me to take you out, says that he find your existence bothersome in his eyes.

The former KOF champ whimpers in sadness as Angel gently rubs his back.

Krohnen: So you're making play a card game to save Antonov's life? (Transform his Robotic Arm into a Mini Drill) How about we cut the case and start kicking your suit wearing ass instead?

Oswald: You're welcome to try, scoundrel. But I'd rather we don't settle this in an all out brawl, especially in such a beautiful night like this.

Krohnen: (Rolls his Eyes) Seems like a boring ass night to me. (Grits his Teeth at Oswald) And the name's Krohnen....

Antonov: Now Krohnen, my boy, there's no need for you to get upset. (Smiles Reassuringly and Very Nervously) How about we give another round of Black Jack a chance here, yeah?

Ramon/Angel: (Quickly Nodding Their Heads in Agreement)

Krohnen: (Turns to Antonov and Rest of Their Crew) You.... do realize that we're gambling on your life here, right?

Antonov: True, but there's still a 50/50 chance for one of us winning!....Hopefully!

Ramon: We have the chance to safe our boss' life AND win the moolah he promised to give us. It's a win-win for all of us!

Angel: And we'll figure a way to get out this as soon as everything starts going south. Just trust us on this, Cookie.

Angel/Ramon/Antonov: (Gives Krohnen a Triple Puppy Dog Eyes) PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!?

Krohnen: (Stares at the Trio For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Alright, fine. We'll accept your challenge. (Points at Oswald While Glaring at Him) You better hold up your end of the bargain, four-eyes.

Oswald: I will. In the meantime .....(Takes Out a Deck of Cards Out From his Sleeves and Begins to Do Some Nifty Cards Tricks as He Makes his Way Behind the Group's Table With a Grin on his Face) Shall we get started then?

Angel: Wait! Before we do anything, everyone get up!

Krohnen: O....kay? (Gets Up From his Seat Along With the Others) What now?

Angel: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmmmm......Okay. (Points Out the Assigned Seats) Krohnenny, you sit here, Ramon, over there, Anty, over there, and I'll sit here.

Ramon: (Raises an Eyebrow at Angel) Is...this suppose to better our chances of winning in anyway?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) Yep-Yep!~ Totally!~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Or....at least I hope it does......

Krohnen: ('Sighs') Here's hoping for a random miracle I guess.....(Takes a Seat He Was Assigned to Along With the Others)

Oswald: Now, I do hope we all remember the rules of this game. (Places Two Cards on Each Side of the Table) The dealer, such as myself, will not be showing his card and must stay 17 or higher at the start.

Krohnen: Sounds about right

Angel: Yep!~

Ramon: That's the rules.

Antonov: ('Nervous Gulp') W-We're ready when you are.....

Oswald: Great. Let us begin. (Turns to Antonov) Now, what would you like to do first, my good man?

Antonov: Hit me.

Oswald: You....sure you want to do that this early in the game?

Antonov: Crazy move on my part, but....(Smiles Sheepishly) w-who knows!? I'm sure the card you give me won't be too terribl-

Antonov receives 8 Clovers with a Queen and 7 Hearts in his Hand.

Antonov: (Eyes Widened andTwitches in Silent at his Cards in Front of Him For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Again) Welp! (Pulls Out a Notepad From Out his Coat Pocket) Time to write out my last will and testament! (Tears Start Falling Down From his Eyes) ('Sniff') In shame.....

Oswald: That....might've been the fastest loss I've ever seen happened in my career in gambling yet.

Ramon: (Shrugs) Luck and Antonov never mixed all that well I'm afraid......

Krohnen: Man's a walking bad luck charm.

Antonov: AHHHHHHHHAHH! (Burst Out Crying Before Burying his Head on the Table)

Angel: (Gently Rubs Antonov's Back Again While Glaring at the Duo) Boys! (Turns Back to her Boss Wity a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Don't worry, Anty. Los chicos and I boy will avenge you before you know it. Really hoping I don't have to eat those words, but that's beside the point!!

Krohnen: Your turn, Ramon.

Ramon: ('Sigh') Si, si....I heard you the second time, amigo...

Oswald: (Turns to Ramon) Would you like another card, sir?

Ramon: (Look at his Cards in Front of Him) With a hand like mines, I'll take as many as I can get. Hit me.

Ramon was given 2 Spades with 4 Diamonds and 3 Clovers in his hands.

Ramon: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) Oh mi dios maldito.....Is Antonov's bad luck is starting rub off on me all of the sudden now? This is the worse hand I received yet. Hit me.

Ramon now receives a King.

Ramon: (Puts on. A Satisfied Grin) Ah now we're getting somewhere. I'm leaving it as is for now.

Oswald: A wise choice for now, my good man. (Turns to Angel) Now, miss, what would you like to have?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) No cards for me, thanks!~

Oswald: (Eyes Widened a Tiny Bit in Genuine Surprise) Y....You're serious.

Angel: Yep. Serious as buzzy bee!~

Oswald: I admire you optimistic confidence, but you do realize that you only have fourteen in your deck, right? It'll cost you the game immensely if you continue to refuse the offer.

Angel: I'm aware of the risk, but answer stays the same. Besides, if anything, I'm willing to let my cutie of a novio handle things from here while we wait.

Krohnen: (Slowly Turns his Head to Angel in Surprise) What the fuc- Angel, are you seriously letting me do this shit alone?

Angel: (Happily Nodded) That's right!~ If there's anyone I trust enough to win this, it's you, Cookie~

Krohnen: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Not one of the greatest choices you've made so far really......

Angel: Krohnen!

Krohnen: What? I'm just saying!

Angel: You said you trust us.

Krohnen: I did and I still do! I just...('Sigh') Don't want to screw it up for all of you, alright?

Angel: (Puts on a Soft, Reassuring Smile on her Face) I know the situation we're in, is scary right now, but have a little more faith in yourself, okay? You can do this.

Ramon: (Simply Nodded With a Smile on his Face) She's right, amigo. Despite our chances, we still believe in you 104% give or take.

Antonov weakly gives Krohnen a thumbs up while weeping softly on the table.

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Alright. I'll carry this one for the team....Hopefully. .

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) That's the spirit!~ And to make sure you won't lose confidence, I reward you with some lovely good luck kisses~

Angel blows out three invisible kisses towards Krohnen's viewpoint.

Krohnen: Not sure that it'll do much, but thanks I guess.

Angel: I'll alsk give you very special, private loving making hours in Anty's bedroom tonight if you win~ (Winks at Krohnen)

Antonov: (Immediately Got his Head Up From the Table) Wait what?

Krohnen: Deal.

Antonov: But- What- No! I- WHAT!?

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes) Guess I won't have any beauty sleep tonight....

Oswald: ('Sigh') Youth and romance.....Such a interesting combination to behold, no?

Krohnen: Yeah, sure, whatever. Are we gonna continue the game here or not?

Oswald: Yes, yes. Apologies for the delay. I do hope you have more sense than your lady friend there.

Angel: Oi!

Krohnen: My girlfriend never has any sense.

Angel: OI!

Krohnen: But since you wanna be a cheeky bastard so badly.....(Separate Two of his Cards From Sode to Side) then I would like to split my hand into two.

Oswald: Interesting choice of events. But there's just one problem with that I'm afraid

Krohnen: What is it?

Oswald: If you plan on splitting your hand, then you must make another bet on the other half of your hand.

Krohnen: Oh, I'm aware. And that's why I'm offering Phoenix, as part of the wager.

Angel: Phoeni- ('GASPS') Krohnen, that's your ride you're betting on!

Ramon: You sure about this, camarada? You seem to really like that bike of yours.

Krohnen: Yeah, but......It's whatever at this point, you know? It's hell of a better option than betting on something more important.

Oswald: Not the possession I would've imagine, but I suppose it'll do for the time being.

Krohnen: You're gonna keep over analyzing over there or are you gonna give me my card already?

Oswald: Not the suspense type of fellow I see....

Krohnen: Not when money and one of our lives are involved.

Oswald: Suit yourself.

Krohnen receives 8 Spades on one side.

Krohnen: Gimme another.

Krohnen then receives 9 Clovers on the same side.

Oswald: (Smirks a Bit) ('Hmph') Well, isn't this a misfortunate turn of events. It seems your luck is starting to dwindle rapidly with only one hand remains.

Krohnen: More than enough to take the win. Now hit me!

Krohnen receives 4 Hearts on top of his 6 Diamonds on the other half of the broken hand.

Oswald: Seems you're not looking too good, my friend. You're down to one final card. I do hope you know this could ultimately decide the fate of your former champion, yes?

Antonov: (Crosses Two of his Fingers in Plead) Please, please, please make this one count. I'm too old to fear for my life right now!

Ramon: Maybe I should've made another hit when I had the chance.......

Krohnen: You think I was born yesterday? I know the risk and I ain't backing down worth a shit.

Oswald: If you insist.....

As tension continues to rise and the gang's (minus Krohnen) concerns begins to show in each of their faces, Oswald gives the blue haired young man hus final card for the night which just so happens to be......

Oswald: (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) What? An Ace?

Ramon: Then. that means.....

Krohnen: (Smirk Starts to Show) I came out with 21 in total. Pressure's on you now, four-eyes.

Antonov: My god.....(Smiles Tearfully) My live is saved......

Angel: I knew you had it in ya, cookie!~

Oswald: I wouldn't start celebrating just yet. I have yet to reveal the second card in my hand.

Krohnen: Then do it already.

Oswald: That's what I'm doing right now, thank you. Youngins these day.....

Oswald turns his other card around revealing itself to be one measly Joker, much to his dismiss.

Oswald: Well. This truly is unfortunate.

Krohnen: (Smirk Grew Wider) Game, set, and match.

Antonov: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat in Joy) We won! WE FREAKING WOOOOOON!!!~ (Pulls Ramon and Angel into a Heartdy Group Hug)

Ramon: Choke.....Choking me!

Angel: (Giggles Softly) We're happy for ya, gran chico!~

Oswald: (Smiles a Bit) I must admit, Krohnen, your play this evening has colored me impressed. (Sticks his Habd Out a Krohnen for a Proper Handshake) Well done.

Krohnen: (Accepts the Gesture) Thanks. I guess you're really not that much of a dick than I thought. I actually had a fun time in a casino for once.

Oswald: Glad that you did. Now, how about I take each of you out to eat? It'll be my finest of treats.

Angel: $10,000 prize AND free dinner!? This HAS to be the luckiest night our lives, Krohnenny!~

Krohnen: (Grins Victoriously) You damn right it is, babe.

Meanwhile in the Distance.....

Kukuri: (Angrily Throws his Binoculars Down on the Ground) GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BULLFUCK SHIT!! I can't believe I wasted $100,00 on that crap! I want a refund damnit!

?????: Kukuriiiiiii......

The hooded young man's eyes widens in fear as he slowly turns around to the source of the familiar voice, which just so happens to belong to his master, Dolores.

Dolores: What is this I hear about you planning a assassination on that poor man?

Kukuri: I....I. ca ex-PLAIN!? (Wonces in Pain as He Immediately Gets hus Ear Pulled by his Own Mother)

Dolores: Oh i will make you explain EVERYTHING once we get back to our hotel rooms! Have you lost your goddamn mind, young man? I have had it up to here with you nonsense right now! (Continues Scolding her Son as She Drags Him Out of the Casino with Ease)

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evergreensounds · 1 year

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its been a minute, hope youve been doing well

i honestly dont know too much about led zeppelin but ive been following the srs22 tag a little bit and i think youre the second person to answer that type of question with LZ lol. i did some research and yeah, i gotta agree with you. jimmys a shitty dude

thats a neat cover!! its so simple but yet so expressive. i always love covers that show you the actual artist behind the songs. its like getting a little glimpse into who they are

omg so do you have a playlist for weird songs?? i love fun, kind of humorous songs that tell a story so transfusion was a fun listen!

and yeahh i started getting odd vibes from hank when i listened to a song where he went on and on about sin and the devil and whatever else. i guess i didnt go deep enough to hear the misogynistic stuff but the normal songs were fun. but dont be sorry about any perceived negativity!! i think its important to be aware of both the good and the bad

also about the celebrating christmas thing, i can relate. i live with family so i go along with it, and even though theyre christian theyre not too weird about it thankfully. i just enjoy the festivities

-🦈 (i realized i totally forgot to sign off with this last time immediately after saying id use it. oops)

im not surpised people hate on Jimmy Page.

I do know a lot of weird songs but I looked into the lyrics of some of them and they were all just about being violent to women. I know it's not necessarily an expression of their desires or sometimes it even is to represent cruelty. I'm not feeling them right now.

Luckily the ones that are similar to Transfusion aren't like that mostly

There's trouble brewin by Jack Scott weirdd

Uranium Fever by Elton Britt

I also know a lot of music that is weird because it sounds very ethereal and or weird and out of time.

Some artists I recommend here are: Branko Mataja (not only his album covers are really good), Joe Meek (legendary producer but what discussion about him there is is rarely about his work but about his tragic and messy life), Charlie Megira, Link Wray and Mamman Sani. I feel like these guys get usually labeled outsider, a term I don't particularly like because it treats queer and mentally ill or just generally weird people like Zoo Exhibitions while not actually having any stylistic consistency.

However the four guys I mentioned above do have similarities like a focus on lo-fi instrumental music, use of electric equipment/sounds/instruments that haven't been done in the way they did (Charlie Megira technically doesn't use technology/sound in a way the others do, considering he was mostly active in the last 20 years, but he uses it in ways his predecessors did without giving it a commercialised sheen while also carving out some darker and noisier sounds)

My opinion on outsider music is definitely complicated because the art of people that are othered by our society is important, but a lot of audiences are very weird about it, and it does more bad than good to focus on arbitrary similarities in the lives/experiences of musicians while ignoring their waaaast differences. Like none of the five artists above ever met and except for Link Wray and Branko Mataja who lived in America weren't even living on the same continent meaning they definitely weren't a scene or something.

It's also worth noting that being mentally ill doesn't define somebody's art, meaning that poining at somebodys art and saying they could only have created it because they were mentally ill is dumb.

Not to mention that a lot of "outsider" artists were diagnosed and institutionalised at a point in time where mental illness was understood very differently and diagnosis was used as a way to other/label people who did not conform.

Thanks for letting me rant about a subject I am deeply interested in.

#Link Wray has some gross songs and Charlie Megira has some very mean-spirited ones #But a) I feel like I'd be doing music history a disservice if I left them out #b) finding an artist that doesn't have some morally objectionable songs is impossible and not a healthy way to consume art imo #c) they are dead and cant profit anymore

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neopronounsmybelovaed · 2 years

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Seen an ask that said people can't "hate to your face" so here I am off anon :) I'm not hating you. I get it, to an extent. I'm uncomfortable (formerly triggered but I've gotten better with it) by the word r*pe. I used to ask that people censor it when talking to me or avoid using it. It would be great if people either didn't tag their stuff at all (so you could only find it by searching through their blog) or tagged it as cw/tw r*pe. However, the word r*pe is not a mental disorder. You have OCD, that's clear. It's fine to be triggered by whatever, but your actions affect others. Using a tw for a small mention of the acronym OCD, not even talking about intrusive thoughts or anything, will affect how other people view OCD and people that have it. It is exactly the same as using a tw for autism. Intrusive thoughts are made worse by avoiding them. The main treatment for intrusive thoughts is facing them and learning to be okay with them. Maybe you're so triggered by your own disorder because you haven't learnt to face it yet. It's a long path, I'm well aware, but it's a necessary one. I'm mentally ill. I have bipolar disorder, autism, DPD, among other things. I've been hospitalized for sh and suicide attempts. I have disordered eating. I struggle too, but I sure as hell don't tw my own existence. My disorders are a part of me and they're never going away, and avoiding them won't do anything except make me miserable. Call me ableist or whatever, but other people have to see that you're using a tw for a disorder that other people experience. Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that.

Oh hey, anon shows xyr face. I'm going to answer this and then impolitely request that you block me and leave me the fuck alone, okay?

Here is how my brain works.

I am existing

I see any mention of OCD

I think "oh! OCD! that's the thing where i think about killing my family!" (or any number of other intrusive thoughts)

I am now thinking about killing my family

I am having a panic attack.

I can sometimes break the cycle between steps, that's true. But more often than not, once I hit 2. I end up at 5. So I try to break things up between 1 and 2. That's what's safest for me.

I've done exposure tasks, and it's still hard for me. I understand that exposure is important, but like I said, I want it to be a controlled environment. I want to be doing an assignment from my therapist after taking time to prepare myself mentally. I don't want exposure while mindlessly scrolling through tumblr. There is a time and a place.

And yes, OCD is an aspect of my identity- I get that. (First of all, it's a lot easier for me to see OCD as a separate entity to myself because I don't like thinking of the violent intrusive thoughts as Me.) But I don't want to make it my whole identity. I'm a lot more than my OCD. And my OCD is a part of me, I don't want to just... deny that it's a difficult part to live with.

A vast majority of the people with OCD who follow me agree that they don't want to see OCD content unprepared. I'd imagine those who don't can still acknowledge that OCD is not something pleasant to be reminded about.

And as for other people? No one else knows jack shit about OCD. People see it as "quirky color coded note disorder." If they see a tw for it, they might determine that it's actually serious. Which is very much what I needed before getting diagnosed. And besides, it's not my responsibility how other people think of my disorder. I've made my stance on respectability politics pretty clear.

I don't want to demonize people with OCD, but I also don't want to give people with OCD panic attacks. Even if trigger warning was demonizing OCD (which it isn't, triggers don't hold any moral value, I've also had to filter hair because it was triggering once, etc etc, we've discussed this), based on the people with OCD I've interacted with, trigger warning does more good than harm.

Your last sentence is hilarious to me. "Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that."

Buddy. I've told you OCD is triggering for me and you continue,,,, triggering me. I've been having anxiety attacks all day. I pulled out half of each eyebrow. I am very negatively affected by your actions, and you ignore that quite conveniently to continue harassing me. Which is really shitty.

Please just leave me alone. I have spent so much time and energy and obsessions and compulsions trying to defend my right to protect my mental health and set boundaries to not have panic attacks, and protect other people like me from said panic attacks. You are making me miserable, you're not changing my mind, and unless I change yours, I really just want to stop arguing.

#ocd discourse #discourse #not main content #ocd tw #intrusive thoughts tw #panic attack tw #cursing tw #arguing tw #negative tw #rape mention tw #ocd has SO much bigger problems than a neopronoun blog trying to protect spiralself #please start with erasing the whole ocd=neat freak thing bc if i'd gotten diagnosed earlier my life would be way better #same for a lot of other people with ocd #so if you really want to help stop just harassing ocd sufferers and actually make a damn difference

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