#neither of these birds names actually survived

[julianhuxley]

Chanting Hawk and Many-Banded Sparrow Hawk from Mosita and Maritsani River, British Bechuanaland (now Botswana).

Source: H. Anderson Bryden, Gun and Camera in Southern Africa (London: Edward Stanford, 1893).

#hawk #sparrow hawk #accipitriformes #melierax #neither of these birds names actually survived #i dont know exactly what species they are #gun and camera in southern africa #h. anderson bryden

[naughtystiel]

DEANCAS AU FIC REC MASTERPOST II

Here's another list of fics that I've read! They're all amazing, but the first two? They hold a special place in my heart because of how tender they are. If you decide to read them - prepare for an emotional rollercoaster.

You can check out the previous fic rec list here.

Happy reading! ♡

Restless wanderer

Just west of the town Porthgwarra, Cornwall, Robert Singer’s farm lies, a mess of ravaged land gaping out onto a fretting sea. Robert's orphaned godson, Dean Winchester, is named sole beneficiary of the farm - and though he hasn't seen his godfather in fifteen years, he travels across the Atlantic with his brother and half brother to care for Singer in his old age and tend to the farm. All of them hope to leave behind the squalor and famine of their old life.

What Dean meets is the bird-infested home of a widowed eccentric, and a new shepherd whom he can neither stand nor see any use for - stoic, rude and conceited, Dean plans to fire the mysterious and wandering Mr Novak the moment he comes into legal possession of the farm. But upon the shepherd's offer to teach him the trade, in anticipation of Dean replacing the man himself, Dean finds in the wild and roaming man a steadiness and certainty his own life has never yet contained. And one day Dean will have to ask, not tell, the shepherd to stay.

Down by the water

AU, set in 1853 — When Castiel loses everything dear to him due to a botched river crossing, including his supplies, livestock, covered wagon, and even his wife, he has no where to turn, no way to survive stranded in the middle of his journey. That is, until he meets Dean Winchester, who offers him a life saving deal: in exchange for help on his farm, Dean offers to provide much needed room and board. But how will this decision affect Castiel as he moves through his grief, and discovers feelings he never would have expected? Fighting with injury, pain, grief, and even the threat of death, Dean and Castiel find themselves in the one place they would have never expected: down by the water, struggling to accept their unforeseen love.

Dark side of the moon

Five months into his six month mission, an accident leaves Flight Engineer Dean Winchester stranded on the moon. It comes down to a man he has never met to bring him home.

Angel in the iron mask

Finally free of his actual shackles, Castiel finds himself in a situation a lot worse than being locked in the dungeon with an iron mask to conceal his face. The intrigues of the court will make his head ache, but it would all be worth it if he could just find a way to save the omega that had been enslaved to him.

Protect and serve

Sam Winchester is America's newest sweetheart. An in-demand actor and all around Boy Next Door. However, with his fame comes the need for protection. And Sam only trusts his older brother, and former beat cop, Dean, plus his best friend, Castiel Novak, to keep him safe. However, Castiel and Dean share not only a desire to keep Sam safe, but also a lot of friction between them. In an attempt to smooth the edges, Sam pleads with them to find a way to make things work. Castiel thinks Dean needs discipline. Dean thinks Castiel needs to lighten up. Together, they discover a lot more about each other than anticipated.

Playing with fire

When two best friends foray into a supposedly no-strings sexual relationship, someone is bound to catch feelings, someone is bound to fuck up, and someone is bound to beg for forgiveness; because that’s the recipe for a romantic comedy.

But life is not a romantic comedy, no matter how much Dean Winchester secretly wishes it was.

Instead, we present: Boy finds out boy, who has been his best friend for over twenty years, is secretly a Dom. Boy then sorta tricks boy into taking him on as his new sub. Boy discovers a side of himself he never knew existed. Boy is in way over his head.

Quarantension

In which Dean and Cas weather quarantine together like any Good Friends would — by developing outstanding skills in self-deception and providing all the casual affection and strictly platonic* orgasms the other could possibly need to make it through.**

 

*Really not platonic

**Spoiler: They need a lot.

Expectations

For centuries, the Winchester princes have taken omegas from the northern town of New Eden to bear the royal heirs before exiling them to the countryside - a punishment for a past dispute caused by the town's strict beliefs. When Prince John marries Lady Mary of Campbell and puts a Queen on the throne, however, most people assume the tradition has been set aside.

Thus, it's a complete surprise to Dean when he's sent to New Eden to retrieve the girl they've arranged for.

Cas, as a male omega in backward New Eden, has been ostracized and condemned by his town since he presented. To make matters worse? His sister is being given away to the crown prince of Winchester, never to return.

But when the morning before the prince's arrival dawns and Anna is nowhere to be found, the town's council decides there’s only one thing for it:

They’ll simply have to give him Cas instead.

It's the end of the world (as we know it)

The year is 1996, and Dean’s stuck in Kankakee, Illinois while Dad’s on a long-haul hunt. It’s not too bad. He’s even got a friend, now—even if Cas is a weird, gawky loner kid who gets way too intense about his sci-fi novels and doesn’t know how to stop staring. Just business as usual.

Until his dad comes back, and it isn’t.

The year is 2011, and the shadows known as ‘angels’ and ‘demons’ are falling from cracks in the sky, raining death, destruction, and monsters where they pass. When the Joint Task Force asks for their help in stopping the end of the world—John Winchester, his sons, and a ragtag band of hunters—well, that’s just business as usual, too.

Until Dean meets the cold blue eyes of their team liaison—Dr. Castiel Novak.

The meaning on my skin

Castiel Novak never wanted to be a Dominant. Living with the mark on his skin that designates him as one has haunted him every day of his life, and he goes to great lengths to avoid the part of his biology that he hates. When he makes the decision to get a tattoo with the intent of hiding his mark away, he meets Dean Winchester: tattoo artist and confident submissive.

Dean turns Castiel’s world upside down and subverts every expectation Castiel ever had about himself and his designation. Will Dean be able to teach him how to be comfortable in his own skin?

Roll with it

For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print.

That’s the dream, anyway.

Right now, he’s fucking late.

Dean wants to be an editor. Castiel just wants to stay in the country.

‘The Proposal’ – as you’ve never seen it before.

Stay in my arms (if you dare)

Grammy award-winning singer/actor Dean Winchester is on top of the world. His latest role has him tipped for an Oscar nomination and his life is damn good, thank you very much. That all comes crashing down after a series of death threats forces his manager, Bobby Singer, to hire a bodyguard. Bobby knows just the man for the job. Castiel Krushnic, former CIA field agent and the only person Bobby would trust to protect Dean.

Tensions are high and personalities clash from the first meeting, with Dean unwilling to change his lifestyle and Cas just wanting to do the job in peace. A series of events turns the pair into reluctant friends while both try to ignore their growing attraction for each other.

Dream house

Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts.

Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.

I'll be good

Dean has always been the good guy. He made the hard decisions and rose to the occasion whenever his family needed him. He became a parent way too soon after the deaths of John and Mary Winchester along with Sam’s big oops moment. Resettling his entire life to Beaufort, NC for the sake of those he loves the most.

Now at 25 an opportunity to finally be good to himself has been delivered in the form of one gorgeous Castiel Novak. The new arrival to town is the worst driver Dean has ever seen. As the eldest Winchester strives to overcome several bumps along the road of life can he also help Cas to steer towards a happily ever after with him or will Novak’s turbulent past cause them to crash and burn?

In other words a BDSM love story.

Shatter me

Dean Winchester started his day in seven easy steps.

Step one: Survive attack from a giant drool monster

Step two: Shower and shave

Step three: Suck down a cup of coffee while walking the drool monster to her favorite tree

Step four: Feed and water the drool monster

Step five: Have a balanced breakfast of microwaved egos, six medications, and two more cups of coffee

Step six: Check his email and schedule for the day

Step seven: Pack the pup and himself a hearty lunch and leave for work

In none of these steps did it say: meet your soul mate, hate them on sight and cause bodily harm…. and yet.

Crashing in

Castiel Novak is convinced he’s the last unwillingly single person in Lupine Cove. Even Gabriel, his perpetual bachelor brother, has found love. It’s probably because Cas leads the most boring life in existence. He’s a gay man living in a rented, one-room cottage in the same small coastal town he grew up in, just getting by as the owner of the same convenience store he was practically raised in. The most excitement he gets is chatting with the locals or maybe, if he’s unlucky, oversleeping and rushing to work. So when a baby is left at the Safe Haven drop-off at the local fire station, he takes the opportunity to step in for the child temporarily, at least until suitable parents, plural, can be found.

Life certainly gets more interesting.

And it gets even more interesting when a handsome man comes crashing—literally—into his life.

Partnered

Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant.

Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humour, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners.

But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Lead by your beating heart

After a night of celebrating (heavy drinking) with his brother surgical intern Dean Winchester discovers that his resident, talented Cardio surgeon Castiel Novak, is...well a huge douche bag...kind of hot but still a huge douche bag. A douche bag that he's stuck with for the rest of the year, that's if he survives the year without Castiel killing him and making it look like an accident. So why is it that an easy friendship forms between the two men that swiftly becomes something Dean never expected to find when he moved to Chicago.

Bold will hold

All Dean Winchester wants is to open his own tattoo shop, which is why he signs up for Tattoo Gods, a tattooing reality show with a $100,000 grand prize. He also wants to avoid making an ass of himself on national TV, and he definitely wants to avoid falling for Cas Novak, another artist who’s not only his direct competitor, but someone he’s had an unspoken rivalry with since before he started apprenticing, and is just as ridiculously talented as he is stunning (and, as Dean comes to find out, kind and funny and passionate and sincere). Is that too much to ask?

Apparently, yes. Yes, it is.

Breathing into you

‘Beware the deep sea, that’s where the monsters come from.’ Dean had heard these words since birth, his father’s warnings shaping him into the man he is today.

That’s not the root of Dean’s hatred for merpeople, though. Twenty years after the day tragedy had touched the Winchesters’ lives forever as well as the end of the Great War between humans and mer, Dean is still haunted by that moment. But loving the sea is just as much a part of him as the dread for the merfolk, so when he isn’t working at the local bar, he is there, underwater, immersed in the vast blue his mother used to speak of in her bedtime stories.

Dean knows, however, that the sea can be as ruthless as it is soothing. When he is caught in the middle of a storm and faces the anger of the waves, the mysterious appearance of a stranger with blue eyes as clear as the waters Dean loves losing himself in forces Dean to question the truth behind his father’s old mantra.

Hot water

Castiel hated public showers.

In which Castiel is forced to use the company shower after hours and ends up doing unspeakable things he never thought himself capable of...

AU-fic containing mystery attractions and a lot of hot water.

I can make you scared

So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.

Fear of falling (apart)

In a world where D/s relationships are the norm and Chicago is caught up in a three-way mob war, Russian mob boss Castiel Krushnic makes John Winchester an offer he can't refuse: one that will make Dean Winchester his own.

Cuffed to an angel

Dean Winchester has a lot going for him: he's beloved by his students, he's finished writing his first book, and he's living comfortably in New York City. The only problem is... he's single. That wouldn't bother him much if his family wouldn't be visiting for the holidays. With cuffing season over, Dean has to face his family alone... or will he?

Castiel DiAngelo is a simple detective who hasn't really celebrated Christmas in over 9 years, holidays and family being a sore spot for him. But after taking Dean up on an offer, he finds that you can't really avoid the holidays.

Will these two be able to pull off a seminal holiday trope? Or will certain developments get in the way...

(don't) stop texting me

Castiel Novak is relatively happy living his solitary life as a Starbucks Barista. He lives alone with a cat named Hamburger, and he has one (1) emotional support friend, Gabriel.

Unfortunately, he is plagued by the fact that some guy (see: a random hot dude named 'Dean') is giving out Castiel's phone number as his own. And he's been doing it for months.

So, of course, when Castiel's at work and a hot stranger gives him his own phone number for the Starbucks Rewards Program... well... it doesn't go well.

Sweet boy

NOTE - nothing sexual happens between them until Dean's 18

Dean's sixteen when he meets John's well-to-do boss, Castiel Novak, and he's quick to develop a crush during a time where he's only begun to discover his preferences. He dates the beautiful Lisa and practically raises his younger brother Sam, because it's what John expects. But Castiel appears to see Dean in a way no one else does, and despite him knowing there's no way anything can happen between them, he relishes in the idea that Castiel cares at all for his well-being.

Between mounting pressures from a teenage Sam that no longer wants a caretaker, John's nudging for Dean to follow a career path he doesn't want, and a mysterious check for the exact amount of one semester at the school Dean had been eyeing, Dean finds himself reconnecting with Castiel.

And Castiel has a very interesting proposition for him.

Down time

It’s been said that Dean Winchester is a bit uptight but in his opinion being focused on producing quality work is nothing to be ashamed of. He would grudgingly admit he tends to get too worried about his work and schedule and that it’s beginning to wear him down. In a fit of work induced exhaustion, he decides to indulge in a deeply buried desire of his…

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfic #deancas #deancas fic #deancas fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #spn #spn fic #spn fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #destiel au #deancas au #destiel fic rec #deancas fic rec #deancasficrec #vin.txt

[mmavverickk]

I “love” the betrayal fics where the entire camp suddenly believes that this new guy has actually accomplished all of Percy’s achievements and Percy lied to all of them, like camp didn’t literally witness half of those accomplishments and like Percy actually outright says “I did X.” Percy says almost nothing about what he does, Camp hears about most of his achievements from others

oh, we've all seen those fics. new guy shows up, he's actually Percy's half-brother. Annabeth suddenly only has eyes for him, everyone suddenly hates Percy because new guy does too, Poseidon may or may not disown Percy, and then Percy runs away and joins Chaos.

it's been copied and pasted thousands of times in hundreds of ways.

not a single one of those fics has Percy's departure from Camp happen realistically. it's not even impossible to grow resentment between Percy and the campers, which is what these writers seem to want. but the way they go about it? a cookie cutter asshole pied piper OC who steals the spotlight and turns Camp into a hostile mob of angry demigods? Unrealistic. 0/10 trope, literally 50% of why i will not read fanfictions with OCs.

have some realistic ways of turning Camp against Percy or vice versa:

- Percy could be captured. The area he was taken from is drenched in blood. no one could survive that, Percy's gotta be dead, so Camp doesn't look for him. after [x amount of time] of captivity and probably torture, Percy gives up hoping for a rescue. he discovers darker uses for his powers, frees himself, and doesn't go back to camp, because they abandoned him. opens the road for angst and emotion and tearful reunions etc.

- Camp is attacked. maybe it was a lazy beach day. no one is ready, only a few campers have their weapons. they're outnumbered and maybe surrounded and definitely out of options. Percy won't let anyone die. two ways to go about this one:

A) percy destroys the attackers single-handedly, using every tool in his arsenal, every fucked up thing he can think of to make sure his people survive. he controls poison and blood and drowns monsters and, i don't know, freezes them into ice cubes or boils their skin or stops their hearts. Camp is terrified of him now. he leaves. or B) the armed campers fight back, but percy isn't fighting. he's busy keeping the injured from dying. how? he's controlling their blood. he won't let it deviate from its normal path. Camp is terrified of him now. he leaves.

- [x god] sends Percy on a quest. but, surprise! it's not a quest! it's a trick, to lead Percy to his death! Percy survives, but can't go back or he'll be revealing he's still alive before he figures out why [x god] tried to have him killed and if there's anyone else behind it. fun conspiracy vibes.

- percy adopts a new pet, except this time it's a drakon. "Percy," Chiron says very patiently and not-at-all exasperated, "you can't keep a drakon as a pet. it will eat your friends and we don't have the space." Percy flips authority the bird and strikes out with his new pet to find somewhere they can settle. kinda cracky but written right it could be funny.

- Percy pisses Zeus off. not surprising. Zeus wants to kill Percy. not surprising. for his own good, Chiron sends Percy on a roadtrip/changes his name and sends him to mexico along with multiple witness protection agents/quest to keep Percy out of sight for a while to allow the king of olympus time to cool down, because we like when percy is alive and also the war poseidon would wage at his death would kill us all.

are all of them 100% realistic? no, but neither is Percy leaving Camp. Hera had to literally kidnap him and erase his memory to keep him away. the point is that they're different and plausible, and not the same exact trope repeated over and over again until i can tell you the plot of hundreds of betrayal works in one sentence.

#mav.ask #agree those fics are like 'oh woo hoo it's dark percy!' #no it's not its you butchering the books to make him into a poorly disguised OC #'look he changed his name to omega and he's leading chaos's armies' #percy jackson #percy jackson headcanon #pjo #heroes of olympus #dark percy jackson

[weirdbeancurd]

General Gabriel and V1 Headcanons

Can be seen as platonic or romantic, your choice lol

Gabriel found V1 on the surface fishing after killing everything in hell, it was prepared to die (the fish don’t provide enough blood), but Gabriel convinced it that they can live together (Gabriel survives off of the food V1 gathers and V1 gets blood from Gabriel)

Were very wary of each other at first, Gabriel would hide away during the night because he didn’t trust it to not kill him in his sleep, V1 would always watch its own back while fishing

V1 took up fishing after returning to the surface, finds it relaxing, is determined to get that size 2 fish, Gabriel has no idea wtf a size 2 fish is

Used the fish to gain a stray cat's trust, named her "kitr," she later brought them a supposedly dead animal as a gift, it turned out to be a hamster that they named "florp"

Found an (mostly) intact house that now serves as their base, sometimes steals furniture and knick-knacks it finds when scavenging, uses them to decorate their home, V1 has taken to collecting weapons, Gabriel prefers collecting books, tries to teach V1 how to properly read, but it just skims through them (REMAINING TEXT IRRELEVANT)

Once they warmed up to each other, they become close, like to curl up together on the couch and nap

(I already put this in one of my other headcanon lists but here you go) Gabriel gets tired when the temperature drops (like torpor), V1 likes to cling to him like a heated backpack when this happens, they travel together like this sometimes

Gabriel eventually gets comfortable enough around V1 that he removes his armor when traveling

Still spar often, once V1 knocked Gabriel out and it started panicking thinking it killed him, Gabriel woke up to V1 mourning him, they decided to turn in for the day and just relax on the couch

Gabriel lost his teleportation after the fall but kept his wings, once flew into some inactive powerlines when he wasn’t paying attention (based on my fic) and V1 had to get him down, V1 likes to be held while Gabriel is flying so it can experience flight too

Gabriel caught the flu (he’s a mortal after the fall) and both of them thought he was dying, puffed up his wings like a bird in the winter cold, V1 found him some tylenol while scavenging and he treated it like his savior

Both Gabriel and V1 have nightmares, comforts each other when this happens, Gabriel dreams of the council, V1 dreams of war

Gabriel likes gardening, it gives him hope that the world can be salvaged, rejoices when his plants attract small forest critters (chipmunks, birds, etc) that managed to survive the apocalypse

Gabriel only learns V1 has a name months in to their partnership, is really embarrassed he didn’t realize sooner (it’s literally written on them dumbass)

Gabe forbids V1 from entering their base without wiping their feet after it tracked blood on their new (stolen) rug

Neither likes the rain, it washes away blood and makes it difficult to fly, Gabriel will use his wings to shield both of them from the rain

V1 has an absurd amount of storage in its wings, you know that mom friend that has literally everything in their purse, yeah that's V1, you need a bandage, boom, you want a rocket launcher, boom (haha)

V1 eventually finds an old S.A.M. voice box and installs it on itself, but still prefers to use sign language, likes to make sarcastic "Ha. Ha." (Like the death screen in game) when Gabriel makes a bad joke

Gabriel rarely takes off his helmet and always warns V1 beforehand, V1 has no idea what their face looks like, but it radiates light

V1 found out Gabriel was ticklish and never let him know peace ever since, legitimately thought tickling was an actual battle tactic before Gabriel told it otherwise

Gabriel gets homesick sometimes, cuddles with kitr when this happens, V1 tries to make their base as comfy as possible because of this

V1 likes to flick Gabriel’s helmet to annoy him, often devolves into wrestling

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill headcanons

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Spoilers. Stede!!!! Mutiny. Izzy needs help.

Chapter Twelve - Captain, oh Captain

♡♡♡

Edward's body was taken below deck into the small room Izzy had been occupying after he had been shot. No one had the heart to actually toss the body overboard. Not yet anyway. Everything was still so fresh.

Izzy was given a peg leg made from some of the furniture onboard. It isn't the most stable thing, though possibly more stable than anyone's sanity right now. It was enough to get him around with the help of a mop made into a crutch. At least he could get around a little.

However, supplies on the ship were at an all time low, and after having survived the storm, The Revenge had definitely seen better days. This ship was going nowhere.

For lunch, a seagull.

Savage, you know, but food was food when stranded at sea.

Izzy hadn't said much. After killing Edward, you had held onto him with all your might. Fang had helped move him to somewhere he could sit, while Frenchie, Jim, and Archie worked on the leg situation. You had held Izzy's hand, not leaving him at all. You pull him into your body, letting his head rest under your chin as you held him to you. Izzy said nothing. He did nothing. He just let you cradle him.

He had lost a piece of himself.

Now you all sit in what was the captain's quarters, munching on a dead bird. How the mighty have fallen. You eyed Izzy in your peripheral vision as he downed more rum. He had been clutching a bottle most of the night.

You said nothing. He had every right to be upset.

As the crew eat, the door opens with a small squeak. You raise your eyes to see. The crew all turn and look too.

Right there before your eyes is a man you didn't think you'd see again.

Stede Bonnet.

♡♡♡

The crew of The Revenge is taken aboard The Red Flag. They're given soup and blankets.

Catching up with the others felt like a relief after not seeing them in so long. But seeing Lucius made you feel more than just content. When he saw you he looked like he had seen a ghost, but he hugged you happily.

He looked you over, seeing the state you were in, and you took one good look at him and knew he had been through some shit too.

Neither of you spoke about what happened to either of you, but you could appreciate the mutual understanding you shared.

You were just glad he wasn't actually dead like Ed had said he was.

After catching up with the crew, you managed to sit down to enjoy your soup.

"I just don't understand." Stede, though glad to see the rest of his crew, has his questions. "Where's Ed?"

You glance up from your soup to catch the eyes of Jim and Archie. It's awkward.

"There's no good way to say this, Stede." Jim says. "But-"

Jim is interrupted by Archie who connects the dots with Stede's name.

"Is this Stede? Like, Stede-Stede."

"What does that mean? Stede-Stede?" He asks, looking at Archie.

"Nothing. I just thought you'd be, ya know, taller, muscly, you know?"

You look down at you soup and find you don't have the stomach for more. You put the bowl down. Izzy watches you from where he is leaning against the mast.

"You okay?" He asks quietly.

You gaze up at him, a little startled to have been caught in a moment of weakness. "Yeah... fine."

"Why are you saying that?" Stede asks, bringing your attention back to the other conversation.

"Just the way people-- This is good soup, isn't it?" Archie rambles.

"Yeah, it's very, very good soup." Fang agrees.

"Why can't I get a straight answer from any of you?" Stede asks, looking at each of the group.

"Bonnet." Izzy hobbled his way over. "Good to see you."

"Piss off, Izzy. I don't want to hear from you."

"Frenchie?" Stede asks, looking at the man.

"Yeah?"

"Where is Ed?"

You all look at Frenchie.

"He retired."

Everyone looks at each other, nodding.

"Why are you all looking at each other?" Stede is confused.

"When you get old, if you don't wanna work anymore, you can just give up, I guess." Frenchie said, trying to make his point.

"Yeah, I know what retirement is."

"Yeah, that's where he went." Archie's says.

Everyone nods.

"What about my painting? Why is it all stabbed up?" Stede asks.

"That was me," Izzy tells him.

Stede sighs and walks off to look out at The Revenge.

Izzy turns back around to you to see you haven't moved from where you had sat. There's a distant look in your eye. He hobbles over to you, standing right in front of you. You blink and look up.

"We have to tell him," Izzy says.

You turn and look at Stede.

"I know..."

♡♡♡

That night after Ed stated a relationship was forbidden between you and him, Izzy's world had turned cold. He had only you only for a few mere hours before you were taken from him, and he was punished for threatening Ed. The days that followed had been some of the most miserable days of Izzy's life.

Your warmth was gone from his life and he hated every second of it. Looking at you from across the room wasn't enough. He had to hold you, feel you, give you the love that burned inside of him for you.

Still, no matter what, Izzy would take every punishment if it meant you were safe and out of harms way. That's what love does to a man. It protects the people that matter.

♡♡♡

Back aboard The Revenge, Stede was taking a closer look around his old ship. So much had happened to it since he left. In this quarters, knives stuck out of every surface, his furniture broken and misplaced. There was no life in this ship any more.

You helped Izzy inside. He only got so much support from the old mop and his makeshift leg. He couldn't get very far. In his other he clutched his beloved rum bottle, which he refused to part from right now.

"Don't cry, Bonnet."

Stede turns around to see you both there.

"We just redecorated."

"I don't mind, actually," Stede says. "I think the knives really help bring the place together."

"What'd you do with him?" Stede asks, after moving further away. "I know he wouldn't have left by choice."

"I know you think you understand him." Izzy stares at Stede.

"He was either gonna watch the world burn or die trying. So, which is it?"

"Alright, Bonnet." Izzy pulls away from your arms and hobbles across the floor, closing some distance between him and Stede. You don't move. "Have it your way. He went mad. He tortured the crew. He took my fuckin' leg 'cause I dared to mention your fuckin' name. He was a wild dog and we dealt with him like one."

"You sent him to doggy heaven," Stede whispers.

"No, I could never do that." Izzy said. "We deserted him on a beach left nature to do the rest. More than he would have done for us. You and me did this to him. And we cannot let this crew suffer any more for our mistakes."

Izzy glances over his shoulder at you and you feel your heart twinge at his meaning.

"Why would they suffer?" Stede asks.

"If your captain sense mutiny, she'll kill us all," Izzy explains. "That's pirate code."

You find yourself walking over to Izzy and reaching for his hand. He takes it with ease, turning his attention to you. You give him warmth when there is none.

♡♡♡

The feeling of your body pressed against his as the storm raged on around you, it was like life had been put back into him. All he could feel was your arms around him. He held you with one arm, wanting to treasure this moment. After everything he had endured to keep you safe, he knew it was all worth it for this feeling. The feeling of you alive and warm and in his arms.

♡♡♡

Blackbeard's body was discovered under the deck of The Revenge. The crew were promptly arrested for it. Yeah, mutiny.

Izzy was sitting down nearest to the bars. You were sat on the floor by his leg, resting your head gently on the thigh of his missing leg. Izzy had stretched his peg leg out enough for you to get comfy.

"I mean, clearly, it was him or you." Lucius says, leaning against the bars of the cell. "Sucks you guys are probably gonna be executed tomorrow."

"Eh, nah. We've been livin' second-to-second for a while now." Frenchie tell him, leaning back against the wall he is sat against. "It's actually kinda nice to have a deadline."

Stede walks in quietly. You raise your eyes to look at him. He must have seen the body by now. Izzy turns his head to look at him

"Go on, Bonnet. Give me your worst," Izzy tries to get him to bite.

Stede just shakes the bars before leaving again.

You turn your head to hide your face in Izzy's thigh. Unaware that Izzy is blinking back tears behind you.

At least you'll die knowing what Izzy's love felt like, even if it hadn't lasted very long.

Izzy looks down at you. His heart yarns to just... scoop you up in his arms and hold you. You're free from the Kraken, but at the cost of execution tomorrow. Izzy wanted to give you so much more.

So much more.

♡♡♡

Izzy's personal cell was his cabin after you were no longer allowed in it. His bed felt wrong to sleep in, his pillow no longer comfortable. Sometimes he felt like the walls were suffocating him. He began to hate this room.

Izzy had lost you once before. Last time he thought you were dead. Those 6 years without you were some of the loneliest years of his life. Yet, this is worse. This time he knows where you are and he can't reach out to hold you.

This was a game to Blackbeard. A very sick game.

♡♡♡

You're not sure how much time has passed before Stede comes running in again. He looks almost excited. You lift your head to watch him as he passes towels to Wee John, asking him to take them.

Stede then unlocks the cell.

"What's going on?" You ask.

Stede smiles. "We're taking back The Revenge."

"Yes, Stedey-boy!" Frenchie grins.

"Stay low and meet me at the bow." Stede instructs.

"Love a last-minute escape." Frenchie is all giddy.

As the crew file out of the cell, you get up off the floor and turn to Izzy, helping him up. He looks at you. You offer him a small smile.

Maybe not all hope is lost after all.

Stede instructs Wee John to get the a new wheel. Realistically, there is only one way to go about that.

The rest of the crew follow Stede up onto deck, after making sure any crew up there has been dealt with. Everyone moves quietly as they cross the deck. Izzy leans on you for support, Fang just behind you both incase he needs to step in and help you.

You look right across at the Revenge.

Stede hands Pete the crossbow which will shoot a line across to the other ship. It needs to be ana accurate shot as there are no second chances here.

You had no idea Pete could use a crossbow.

"We've only got one shot." Stede explains. "That's on you, Black Pete."

"Me? Why me?"

"You've always said you got perfect aim."

"I never said that."

"You say that all the time," Roach says to him.

"You said it today," Lucius points out.

"Come on. The entire escape relies on this," Stede states.

"Fine, I'll do it. Jesus." Pete takes the crossbow. Everyone goes quiet.

He takes aim.

He focuses.

"Just breathe into it-" Buttons says. Fang, Izzy, and yourself all turn to hush the man.

More seconds tick by.

"Nope, I can't do it," Pete says, lowering the crossbow.

You roll your eyes as the crew groans. Izzy gives you a nudge and then nods at this crossbow. You stare at him and shake your head quietly. He nods again. You sigh and let Fang take hold of Izzy as you march over to where Pete is.

"Give that here." You take the crossbow from him and nudge him out of the way. You hold the crossbow up and aim. You take a deep breath and fire. The line sinks right into the mast with perfect aim.

You pass the crossbow back and look at Pete, unimpressed. Lucius looks very impressed.

One by one the crew zipline across to The Revenge. Wee John breaks the wheel from The Red Flag to use for The Revenge.

You help Izzy onto the zipline, where Fang will catch him on the other side. You go after Izzy, Fang also helping you.

Soon enough everyone is across and the wheel is put in place.

"Frenchie, you get started on the riggin'. Roach, come here and brace the yard." Buttons starts giving out orders.

Zheng is now aware her prisoners have escaped. She stands on deck of her ship looking across at you all. Jim cuts the line so they can't zipline across.

The Revenge starts to sail away.

You stand at the railing smiling. Now that was an escape.

Izzy approaches Stede. "I just wanted to thank you for-" Stede walks away, not letting him finish. Izzy stands there quietly. 'Not leaving me behind.'

You turn to see him. You leave the railing and walk towards Izzy. He looks up when you approach. He says nothing. His eyes glisten. You say nothing as you reach out and wrap your arms around him. Izzy falls into your chest.

You're both here. You're both safe.

You both get to live to fight another day.

You can't ask for much more than that.

♡♡♡

Izzy's body fills with warmth. You're back in his arms again. His heart calms. He's far from okay, but you're here now. You're keeping his demons at bay.

He can't ask for much more than that.

♡♡♡

@grippleback-galaxy - @askmarinaandothers - @godlikegallagher - @for-fuck-sake-im-alive - @whiskeyswriting - @lxsm2 - @bloody-bunni666 - @the-chocoholic-writer - @bugbugboy - @callmemana - @the-shenny-of-azkaban - @cool-ontherun-world - @outer-space-beech - @ahewi24 - @grace585 - @innertimemachinegirl - @dmitrytherat - @emilynissangtr -

#spirit of the sea #izzy hands x reader #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #dragon writes

[fallenclan]

MORE FUN FACTS

-Queenie, obviously, used to be a loner. She lived in twolegplace, and earned her name not because she had kits of her own, but because she would help out other queens with theirs, bringing them food and water, entertaining them, and protecting them from dogs. She ran to Fallenclan territory when the building she was living under was demolished.

-Sweetclover is the oldest of her sisters (Fernslug and Yellowjay). While the other two are a bit more rambunctious, she always took up the role of the responsible one, making sure that they never got into too much trouble.

-Yellowjay loves to sneak off and explore outside the territories. Once or twice she’s caught the smell of a very familiar outsider…

-Skyfrost is one of the best hunters in the clan, second only to Boulderstep. He can jump straight up into the air and catch a bird as its flying away, which was how he earned his original name, Sky. He’s also a shameless flirt. Anyone is fair game, but his favorite targets are Brambletuft, Lightningtail, Yewberry, Ripplefade, Moo, and Bub.

-Pocket has a hopeless crush on Pinefrost. She knows that he isn’t interested in her like that, though, so she’s never made an attempt to flirt with him.

-Poppyfeather was always extremely outgoing and friendly as a young warrior and apprentice. Since Henryclaw (her father) died, she became more closed off and cold, even aggressive at times. Despite this, she’s an excellent aunt to Cinderstone and Ramstep.

-Gyoza hardly ever talks. Most cats assume he’s unfriendly and antisocial, which isn’t untrue, but Troutspeckle was the first cat to not just become annoyed with him and brush him off. She can read his facial expressions so well that they can have entire conversations without him saying a word.

-Fruitbeam is actually very good friends with Pinefrost. Neither of them are particularly chatty, and they find comfort in simply sitting in each other’s silence.

-When Curly died in the rogue attack, she went down defending the nursery. It was left to her and Moxie, who was at the time protecting Sandykit and Rowankit. Moxie survived.

-Holly was a show cat before joining Fallenclan.

-Rum Tum Tugger was one of the best storytellers in the clan, second only to Henryclaw. Perhaps it was just because he’d seen so much, but for the few moons he spent in Fallenclan, any time he would tell a story, young cats would gather around from every corner of the camp to listen in.

-Ivyleaf never wanted kits. She was mates with a kittypet (Rush), though, and when she found out she was pregnant, he was more than happy to take Otterkit and raise him alone. If it weren’t for the fact that his twolegs then abandoned Rush, and he died on the outskirts of Fallenclan territory, she probably never would have seen Otterslip again.

-Jaggedstripe was a kittypet, when she was born, then became a loner. When she was kidnapped by twolegs, it reminded her how much she had hated that life. She spent every moment she could trying to escape.

-Nick always dreamed of being a clan cat because of all the fighting–he loved battle training, and before he joined Fallenclan he would do it all the time by himself. Once he joined the clan, though, he softened, especially after he had Wormshade, and he found himself not caring about it much anymore.

#these cats were all requested #by dragon anon i believe? dont quote me on that tho #fallenlore

[outofangband]

Updated rambly post about Morwen after her second encounter with Glaurung! I’m still working on my thoughts about this, I hope it’s ok!

I made some posts awhile back (here was the first)wondering about what exactly happened to Morwen between the encounter with Glaurung and her meeting Húrin again in Brethil. I’ve been thinking about it to the extent that I even have a tag for it now; and they saw her no more

Perhaps Morwen is hidden from Mablung either due to the lingering power of Glaurung or due to the curse, regardless of whether she was intentionally avoiding him. This is probably the reading Tolkien intended in my opinion.

Perhaps Morwen ended up imprisoned or trapped in Brethil similar to Húrin in the Wanderings. nothing stated or implied in canon leads this way and one would assume that there would be if the reader was meant to infer something like this. Purely in terms of headcanon or speculation though, I’d always thought that Avranc’s utter rage towards Húrin’s accusations to the point where he wants Húrin dead made more sense if they were either true or Avranc thought they were true.

Maybe Glaurung is right and Mablung is just really bad at his job. Morwen was nearby the whole time but either successfully hid from him or he just missed her (this is a joke to be clear)

but I feel like I left out another possibility

I actually am playing with the idea that in The Children of Húrin, like in earlier drafts, Morwen attempts to confront Glaurung to protect Niënor and was then thrown aside by the dragon, temporarily falling unconscious under the spell and waking up with little memory afterwards. She has the memory of experience within her body. She remembers how to survive in the wilds. She does not remember who taught her. She feels acutely the loss of Niënor and the worry for Túrin that brought her to these strange lands. She cannot remember her children’s names. Her own name forms upon her lips at times. She does not feel it as hers.

She travels through the ruins of what was the kingdom of Nargothrond. Birds have fled the dragon mist and flowers have withered in the spring. She remembers to eat rarely. She knows enough to be troubled by this.

Morwen regains her memories slowly. The faces of her children, of Húrin, Rían, Aerin, even her parents, return to her gradually, first as vague as shadows but then with the knowledge and certainty of their names.

She remembers the shadow of Glaurung above her as a child before she remembers that day she was thrown from her horse and everything was lost.

There are things that stay lost. She will never acknowledge them until she dies. They cut at her in the night. Her pride is unshaken. Her certainty is nigh shattered

Perhaps it is only when she sees the names on the stone in Brethil, that she fully remembers. Perhaps she remembers months before. She is barely aware of the passing of the seasons. There are moments where she is barely aware of herself. She wakes in places she does not remember falling asleep in, to injuries she has no memory of receiving

…but Morwen also was lost. Neither then nor after did any certain news of her fate come to Doriath or to Dor-lómin.

(That line also gets me so much. It just feels like she was erased entirely from the memories and places where she had been but at the same time her loss and vanishing is still felt acutely! I know that seems contradictory and I apologize if it’s confusing but that line just makes me feel both those axises of loss at the same time)

A grey wraith upon a mad steed…

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #morwen #Glaurung #houseless for exiles #and they saw her no more #mentioned #Húrin #Aerin #Mablung #musing and meta #the wanderings of húrin

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love, part 14

Sorry about Sunday's empty post ☹️ I must've accidentally put a draft template in my queue because I am basically tired and rubbish and life isn’t the greatest right now. Anyhow.... Whoops and really sorry again!

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Eddie POV

When neither Steve nor Robin show up after ten minutes, Eddie begins to freak out. 

He, Hopper and El are still waiting for the car, out of sight among some ferns. Hopper’s getting antsy, muttering beneath his breath, while Eddie’s wriggling like he’s got ants in his pants. Which he genuinely might have, though that’s not what’s bugging him:

“Uuuuh, shall I see what’s taking them so long?”

“You do that,” says Hopper. “What’s going on with that guy? He could barely stand! How the hell could he…”

Eddie tunes out, retracing their journey into the trees, calling Robin’s name then Steve’s. Maybe Steve passed out, and Robin got lost searching? Somehow, he doesn’t buy it. A heaviness slows his feet, and his guts twist sourly. 

They wouldn’t just ditch him. Surely? Surely!?! 

Fifteen minutes later, he winds up where he started: “They’re not back?” 

“What do you reckon?” Hopper’s breathing hard and red in the face. Evidently, he’s been running in circles like Eddie has.

“This is for you.” El nudges Eddie and presses a scrap of paper into his hand. “I think Steve left it.”

“What? Where?” Eddie’s stomach clamps tight again. 

Her eyes stretch very wide. “Fell out of your pack.”

Turning the note over in his hands, his fingers stiffen, as if shrinking from the task, bracing for… something. In the event, he gets a literal slap around the face.

“You make me sick,” Steve wrote.

Eddie’s skin burns with the blow. Wow! This is why I never have and never freakin’ will write love songs.

“What does he say?” demands Hopper.

Eddie scans the note one more time, scrunches it in his fist. “I’d hazard a guess he’s gone back to Hawkins.”

“Goddammit! Robin’s gone with him?”

“I think that’s a safe bet.” A wobble in the back of Eddie’s throat finds its way into his voice. Because, boy, is he still processing.

You make me sick. 

What does that even mean? To be fair, Eddie did make Steve sick. More than once. But why the heck write… that. Would suck less to be dumped without a word. 

Thanks for the overkill, man.

“Don’t you even think about scooting off,” growls Hopper. “Your uncle would never forgive me.” 

Oh yeah. Wayne. The only person who ever actually cared about him.

Eddie plonks his butt down on the ground and waits for the car.

…

Steve POV

“C’mon, giddy up,” says Steve. He and Robin make their way along the muddy bank of the stream towards home.

“Is this some kind of race?” she asks. “While I’d forgotten your former life as a douchebag jock, you’re doing a stunning job of reminding me, and… Uuuuugh!” 

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong this time?” He spirals about, plants his hands on his hips—he’d ditched the sling a while ago. 

She scrubs madly at her lips. “I swallowed a bug! Ugh, ugh, ugh, mega-gross. Eeeeurgh!”

“Maybe if you weren’t complaining, like, constantly, there’d be less opportunities for bugs to get in.” 

“You shut up, shit-bird! I could die of malaria.” She spits into the stream. “Ew! EEEEEEEW!” 

“Ssssh! Hop said the military will be crawling everywhere soon, or—”

“Eddie might hear?” His heart heaves a loaded thud. She looks back sharply, purses her lips. “You know, he could be lost in the wilderness, all alone. Being hunted by evil army thugs. Or bears! Did you think of that when you sauntered off?”

“I did, yeah. I left him a message saying not to follow.” He shades his face from the afternoon sunlight, which shafts between the trees. Also, he can’t look her straight on and say this: “It was kinda brutal, I guess. It was for his own good, right?”

“Oh. Riiiight.”

“You done spewing insects?” he snaps.

“Still heavily grossed-out here. Gimme a minute, ’kay?” She plonks herself on a rock, crumpling forward.

He mops his brow, strips his sweater, and takes the opportunity to check in on his bat bites. They’re still sore, the bandages a bit bloody. Nothing too fresh, though. For the billionth time, his thoughts fly back to Eddie. He hopes Eddie doesn’t get hurt and need healing while they’re apart, and… Holy shit, will he ever see him again? He ties his sweater around his hips, trying to make fumbling hands look casual.

“Steve? You okay?”

“Other than the fact I’m modelling a ‘shoot-me-now-why don’t-you?’ Hellfire Club t-shirt,”—and that I want to punch myself in the face about that moronic note—“I’m good, Robin.”

“You know what? I don’t doubt it.” She brushes her flyaway hair from suspicious eyes. “You’ve gone from death’s door to super-human speed in, oh, I don’t know—feels to me that we’ve been marching for a week. I think it’s been barely an hour.”

“Yeah? We got a long way to go then.” He starts off along the stream’s edge, forcibly slowing his pace. He senses her puffing, panting, then following on his heels.

“Look, Steve, this water goddess who’s pulling you back, whispering in your ear—”

“I can’t actually tell if they’re male or female. Does that matter?”

“Not in the slightest. So, your water… deity. Have they, by any chance, enlightened you as to some kind of divine plan? Or told you exactly where you’re heading?” 

“I got an idea where I’m going, yeah.” To the second place he died, swept away on that blood-red tide—even now, he sees it in his head, like a few frames of a horror VHS stuck on eternal repeat. “Where’s the best place for army generals with dodgy agendas to hang out in Hawkins? There’s never been an army base, apart from—”

“You’re kidding me?” She grabs his elbow, jerking him back. “The Soviet tunnels?” He nods, and her obvious dread has her dropping him like a stone. “No way! I don’t think I can go anywhere near without a major panic attack."

“I’m not gonna march straight in.” He’s already wandering on. Trouble is, now he’s said the idea out loud, it’s become real and terrible. And he’s gotta pretend like his blood’s not congealing to ice. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get in anyhow. I mean, the Starcourt lift is buried under a ton of rubble. I think Hop might’ve know other ways—”

“Oooh, I got a great idea. Let’s go back and ask him.”

“Yeah, real subtle.”

“Steve!” She seizes him again, twisting him around with a furious force. “I know you want to help El, but what can you ACTUALLY DO?” He shrugs before he can stop himself. “Rain? Lightning? How does that benefit us—especially in underground tunnels? Plus you’ve had literally zero time for practice. If we don’t slow down and come up with a decent plan, this is tantamount to suicide.”

“We? Seriously, Robin, I…” His teeth clamp his lower lip. Any moment now, he’ll tell her how terrified he is, how he really, really doesn’t want to get tortured again, let alone die; how the idea of anything bad happening to her is as frightening as any of it. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Steve,” she says, gentler now, though her grip gouges into his flesh. “It’s screamingly obvious you’re not thinking straight. You’ve been ill for days and now you’re in a funk, beating yourself up over Eddie.”

He yanks himself free, glares. “That doesn’t make any dif—"

“Bullshit! Trust me, however ‘mean boy’ your literary masterpiece got, Eddie won’t want you to do anything this dumb. Oh, and your resident gender-fluid angel saved your life. They’re not gonna want you to sacrifice it pointlessly.”

He opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. He laughs—not a particularly happy laugh, but not totally miserable either. “You win,” he says, kinda sagging with relief. “You got a plan, smarty-pants?”

She laughs with him, equally edgy. “I say we go to Lover’s Lake, wait till it’s dark. If that’s too dangerous, we find some hidden pool where you can practise whatever badass moves you think you got. Hopefully without the puking. It’ll be a bit like Band Camp. But for Magic. Magic Camp. Okay?”

“You really aren’t gonna be happy until I’m a bigger nerd that any of… Shit!” 

He’s been considering hugging her. Instead, he seizes her sleeve, dragging her down into a deep, wet gully. They land with a splash, crouching low, close. She doesn’t complain, because she’s heard what he has.

The distant sound of barking dogs. Likely, army search dogs.

“Dog barks travel for miles, huh?” he whispers.

“Possibly.” She sucks in a scared breath. “One thing for sure—those sniffy wet snouts can pick up a human scent from the next county.”

“We’re in a stream, Robin. They can’t pick up our scent here, right?”

She crinkles her nose, dubious. “Dogs’ sense of smell is pretty amazing.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope this bunch caught colds or something.” 

He’s now the one clutching her way too tight, and he half-wishes he’d ditched her with a bitchy note too. Though, not quite. She smart; he needs her, and she’s really has gotten him thinking clearer: 

“We head for Lover’s Lake. C’mon.”

…

Eddie POV

When the sound of the car engine finally reaches his hearing, Eddie feels almost nothing.

“Don’t move.” Hopper pitches Eddie a forbidding look and grabs El, keeping them low behind the ferns. 

An owl hoots. Despite the hollowness in his chest, Eddie silently cracks up. Seriously? Top secret government goons can’t think of a better signal than me and Robin? 

Hopper’s grip slides to the firearm at his side. He rises slowly. “Over here.”

Peeping between the foliage, Eddie can make out a limo-style saloon with blacked-out windows. A severe-faced woman in lethal stilettos climbs out. “Chief Hopper, I presume? I apologise for the delay. O’Sullivan’s got men everywhere. We must leave right away.”

Hopper, nevertheless, remains stood well off the road with Eleven, not rushing for the car. And Eddie? 

You make me sick.

Steve’s made it simple for him. He should cut his losses and take this chance of escape. Wayne would want him to. Apart from… Eddie literally can’t. What was it that Steve said? Oh yeah. That he was being stretched in the wrong direction. Or something along those lines.

Yeah, I’m feelin’ it, Stevie. 

Nothing supernatural, nothing hinky. You kill me that bad, Babe—even after you turned meanie-King-Steve and dumped me. Oh, and went back to goddamn Mordor without me! 

Gonna trust you had your reasons, and I’m coming anyway.

He turns on his dirt-clotted heels and flees as fast as he can.

Part 15

...

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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#steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #stobin #platonic stobin #stobin friendship

[conniebunny]

An Angel's Kiss pt.4

A/N: okay imma immediately say: I‘ll continue the timeline as it is rn and work my way up (mainly bc i live in germany and we only got 23 parts and the 24th part is coming out in idk how many months I am dying from spoilers 😭😭😭) also like idek why I am writing Nikolai to be a total asshole he‘s my fave character but at the same time I just….. is it wrong to want tobe mistreated by a white haired man who definetly does not have all his cups in the cupboard (someone help It‘s 3am and that cupboard cup thingy is a german thing that we germans say instead of having some loose screws I am so fucked out) 

TW: mention of near death experiences, blood, wounds, dirty talk, Nikolai is still just….. *sighs dramatically*, needles, slapping, for once (NAME) is being the weird one

What you did not expect this lovely morning as you woke up was….. Nikolai. In your bed….. well okay you sorta did expect it since he does not know personal space with you but the unexpecting part was that he was covered in blood, you were covered in blood and your sheets were covered in blood. You checked to see if that bastard actually dared to die in your arms but luckily he didn‘t.

While you coulhave done the world a favor and left him to die your dumbass‘ first thought was to drag him into the kitchen and pour cold water over him to wake him up and then get out the medkit. After all Fyodor‘s surgery book did help you sew some of the wounds shut. Well that was while Nikolai was still half asleep half dead but now he was neither half asleep nor half dead so he was just groaning like the fucking masochist he is.

And sitting there trying to treat someones wounds while they keep on saying:

“that‘s it darling….. just like that…. Fuck that burned….bet you like me like this don‘t ya, baby~ whimpering just for you~ ngh~“

Was not at all a pleasant way to pass your time so after the first 15 minutes you‘d had enough

“Can you stopdirty talking me while I treat you fucking wounds???“

„But baby, my pretty darling, don‘t you looooovvveeee meeee~“

….

when Sigma came in because he heard a scream….

…..

…he just immediately walked out again at the sight of you stabbing nikolai‘s main blood vain in the upper arm. Sadly he survived....

About 10pm you wanted to go to bed. A good plan indeed as Fyodor was finally out the house just as sigma and fukuchi so it was just you and Nikolai. Nikolai had gotten a set of rules from the others. Much against his will as they "chained him even more than he already was" and "he'll never be free" but at some point agreeing when fyodor told him he'll lock him up in an actual bird cage if he doesn't collaborate.

So you finally got your sleep. 4 lovely hours until you shrieked up from a nightmare. To terrified to go back to sleep in your own bed you took a light and walke dover to Nikolai's room. To your surprise he was already asleep wich you found weird as you didn't think he'd sleep before 3am but who cares anyway. You were gonna wake him up and make him help you somehow. I mean yeah he may not seem the smartest but he actually can have some brain. 

So here you were. Sitting on Nikolai's bed. Trying to get the snoring bastard to wake up as he kept on sleeping. You got tired again so in the end you decide ife he can you andomly cuddle up to you so can you.

...

You don't know when you woke up but Nikolai was in a shock state. Looking at you with eyes wide open and an awkard grin. His arms tightly around your waist. Seeing this terrifying sight infront of you your flight or fight instict kicked in and you slapped him.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK (NAME)"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED"

"I COULDN'T SLEEP IN MINE I HAD A NIGHTMARE"

"SO YOU DECIDED TO GET IN MY BED WITHOUT WAKING ME, CUDDLE UP TO ME AND SLAP ME AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP"

"I TRIED WAKING YOU UP BUT YOU SNORING BASTARD DIDN'T WAKE UP"

Then silence made it's way through the room until Nikolai speaks

"let's get mclfurries"

"For once youhad a good idea"

A/N: idk wtf happened at the end i'm honest. It's 3am again I can't sleep HELP THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR 3 MONTHS OR SO

#bungou stray dogs #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bsd kamui #bsd sigma #creepypasta #bsd fukuchi #fukuchi ouchi #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for @neptunes-curse I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!nurse!reader imagine.

Thank you to @lt-natrace for her medical insight and @hederasgarden for beta-reading!

Warnings: mentions of injury and distress, mentions of past deaths

“Follow the light with your eyes, please,” you asked the bespectacled WSO as you shined a penlight from one direction to the other, watching him do as you had asked.

You had been asked to assess the health of a pilot and her backseater after their plane had crashed because of bird strike, leaving them no choice but to eject from the plane.

As far as you knew they hadn’t suffered any injuries but you needed to make sure they were okay.

When you entered the room the two aviators were waiting for you in silence.

“Lieutenants Trace and Floyd?” you asked as you stepped through the door, receiving a nod from the male aviator.

You sent him a smile which he returned.

You glanced down at your sheet in hand before approaching the woman that had been silently sitting on one of the two hospital beds.

You were about to speak up when she interrupted you.

“Him first,” you heard a determined but pressed voice and she didn’t even raise her head to talk to you.

It took her another second before she glanced up at you and a kind of emotion you couldn’t quite determine crossed her face, but guilt seemed to be the prominent feature.

“Please,” she added with a much softer voice, and you nodded gently.

When you went to work on her backseater she watched you carefully, you smiled whenever you felt her eyes on you.

While you were trying to be professional you found the pilot attractive and felt a heat rise in your cheeks whenever you saw her looking at you.

You were doing your job when you heard Lieutenant Floyd speak up, his voice gentle and directed at his friend.

“It’s not your fault,” he tried to console her, but Lieutenant Trace didn’t respond to his words.

You asked the two aviators to stay for observation over night as you found that there was nothing physically wrong with them.

You received a thankful response from the WSO while his pilot stayed silent.

Nevertheless the silent ‘Phoenix’ stayed on your mind all day until your shift ended in the night.

You changed out of your work clothes before deciding to stop by the aviators’ room once more to check in on them.

When you entered the room only Lieutenant Trace’s side had a dim light shining while Lieutenant Floyd’s side was dark, a light snoring emanating from his bed.

Natasha Trace was sitting in the other bed, her gaze trained on her WSO before she saw you standing there.

“Lieutenant Trace?” you asked as you walked towards her, watching as her eyes met yours for the first time.

She was studying you before motioning towards the side of her bed, inviting you to sit down if you wanted to.

“Natasha,” she offered her first name and you told her yours, sitting down at her bedside turned to face her.

You were both silent for a moment until you spoke up again, glancing at Natasha to find her still studying you.

Her eyes sparked warmth that spread through your stomach and up your cheeks.

“You know, we all have to learn to live with the responsibilities we have,” you tried to help her in her unmistakable guilt.

“You seem like a good pilot and a very responsible and admirable person so I know you’re probably mostly thinking of your backseater,” you went on, glancing at the still snoring WSO before sending his pilot a gentle consoling smile.

“I think you know that if you weren’t as good of a pilot as you are neither of you would have made it out alive. You shouldn’t doubt your abilities,” you nodded at her as Natasha lowered her eyes to the hands in her lap.

“I have had patients actually die on me, I know it takes time to come to terms with that. But even that is survivable,” you told her carefully, feeling her eyes back on you as you talked about your patients’ deaths, but you didn’t dare look at her.

You were both silent before you spoke up again, but you felt Natasha’s hand find yours on the duvet of her bed.

When you finally decide to talk again you also met her eyes, smiling at her as you did.

“Lieutenant Floyd trusts you, and so would I,” you added, receiving a contemplative smile from her.

When you came to work the next day you were met with a much more lively team of aviators.

While Lieutenant Floyd seemed relaxed after a good night’s sleep and smiled at you much more genuinely. Natasha looked much more collected now as well.

You even received a smile from her as you did your regular checkup, deciding that they were free to go.

You didn’t quite want to go even though there your next patient was waiting for you, and you knew that the only reason why was the dark haired pilot you had been treating.

When you turned away to leave you heard Natasha speak up, and you immediately spun around to look at her.

“Thank you,” she told you with an honest smile after she had called your name, you simply nodded at her.

You were about to leave again when she continued talking, holding not only your but also Lieutenant Floyd’s attention.

“Would you want to go out for a drink sometime?” she asked you carefully, and you nodded with a smile that grew in happiness.

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#top gun #natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha trace #natasha trace x reader #phoenix trace #phoenix trace imagine #phoenix trace x reader

[blazingstar29]

Wall Paper

inspired from the tgm script/deleted scene where cyclone questions bob and phoenix about mav's teaching

-

The thing about Bob is most people would agree with his basic training officers declaration, he is human wallpaper. Almost invisible unless you’re looking right at him.

Cyclone was aware of this descriptor in Bob’s file when he was recalled, sans pilot, to Top Gun for the special detachment. He didn’t expect to see it face to face, though. When his eyes settle on the wizzo, face looking a little worse for wear, he sees no obstinate nature or defensive attitude. A perfectly maluable face in the crowd. No wonder the Navy snapped him up. 

His pilot however, diplomatic as she is, cannot hide the repulsion in her eyes when he questions her. Captain Mitchell is a hero in all their eyes, whether she feels she was pushed beyond natural abilities or not, the truth may never be known. Certainly not with a pilot as fiercely capable as herself. 

“Would you say his training left you no margin for error?” He asks Bob as placidly as possible. The wizzo shares a look with Phoenix, the woman sits up in bed, legs crossed, back as straight as a board. The report listed her bruises as a result of the harness catching on a rocky outcrop. Bob suffered similar injuries and a face full of dirt, causing the bruises to spread beneath his nose. 

“Don’t look at her, answer the question,” he snaps. “Would you say his training left you no margin for error?”

Bob’s gaze flicks back eerily. 

The thing about wall paper is that you can put it wherever you like on the wall. But if you make a mistake, it won’t budge. 

“I know what you want me to say. I’m not going to say it.”

There’s no sir’s, no ranks. The Lieutenant down right flirts with the line of disrespect and even if he weren’t so shocked, he wouldn’t have written him up. Secretly, he’s always wondered how such a subdued man survived the Navy treatment from superiors and peers alike. It’s not for the faint of heart, not that Bob seems to have one. But he has an answer. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Robert Floyd is among the tough, even if he hides it behind a deceptively meek personality

“We did what the mission calls for,” Phoenix continues with absolute certainty. “Captain Mitchell is not responsible for what happened out there.” 

And Cyclone, he knows that. The training session was concluded by the time the bird strike occurred. But he put these aviators under the tutelage of Captain Mitchell whether his hand was forced or not. If anything happened to them he’d take it to the grave. 

Mitchell, too.

He leaves, after a curt comment about a speedy recovery. Outside the room, Warlock stands with his back leaning against the wall. 

“Cyclone,” he says in way of greeting as they start down the hall. 

“What?” He sighs, snappishly. 

“What did they say?”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly. “Neither of them shift fault to Mitchell. Trace takes full, unfounded, responsibility for the ejection. Floyd was interesting, close to snarky.” 

“Wall paper Floyd?”

Cyclone suppresses the frown. The man’s file has a name for itself. “Yeah. Blatantly said ‘I know what you want me to say. I’m not going to say it.’” 

Warlock whistles softly. “Ballsy. Are you going to write him up?”

“No,” he says somewhat incredulously. “Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered how this kid won TOPGUN, survived basic, with a note on his file describing him as human wallpaper.” 

Warlock tips his head in a sly agreement. “I might have,” he concedes. “Except I was here when he was at TOPGUN and know exactly what he’s like.” 

“And what’s that?” 

He snorts softly. “Meaner than you think.” 

—

Warlock remembers the young Lieutenant’s time as a TOPGUN student. More accurately, he remembers the moment when he disagrees with his file for the first time. The actual details evade him, but from the mouth of the Human Wallpaper, a thick, angry southern accent came spewing. 

“You’re about as useful as tits on a bull.” 

“What’s that meant to mean, Floyd?”

“It means use your thick fucken’ head, for the love of everything holy you backwards door knocker.” 

Whilst the sentiment was lost on everyone on the flight line, Warlock can’t help that wry grin every time he thinks of that moment. 

—

“Lieutenant Floyd!” 

Bob’s shoulders drop, he’s just finished tugging a clean shirt on and wants nothing more than to take a mid day nap. Which won’t be happening because a particular Captain is beating down his door.

He opens it and lets Maverick have his moment of shock as Bob’s face. “Jesus.” 

“It’s not that bad.”

“You look like you took a baseball bat to the teeth.” 

“Can I help you, sir?” He asks tiredly. 

Maverick snorts, arching an eyebrow. “Oh so now you’re using, Sir?”

He falters, mouth parting slightly in shock. “Sir?”

“Can I come in?” Asks Maverick. Bob steps aside to let him into the tidy base dorm. Maverick perches on the edge of a sparse chipboard desk. “I heard about your chat with Cyclone.” 

Bob swallows and looks down, ashamed at his conduct. “I spoke out of turn–”

“You’re not in trouble,” Maverick cuts him off earnestly. His eyes snap to stare down Maverick from where he stands instinctively at attention. “I wanted to thank you for what you said. But also, you’ve made quite a stir.” 

He says it with a laugh but the anxiety stews in Bob’s gut. “I don’t understand.” 

Maverick’s smile drops. “You know what’s on your file.”

“Human wallpaper.” 

“That will never go away. But I think people are starting to see you, Robert Floyd.” 

Bob smiles. “I don’t mind being predictable.” 

Maverick returns a softer smile. “You remind me a lot of a friend, actually. Predictable, steady. But don’t be afraid to rock the boat every so often, men like you, people will follow.” 

If Bob reminds himself of Maverick’s words as the years drag on and there are times when his expertise is overlooked, his face forgotten, that’s his business 

#beau cyclone simpson #solomon warlock bates #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #natasha pheonix trace #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #phoenix top gun #top gun fic

[morallygreyvigilante67]

not connected to the cryptid au, but have you considered a concept where NB survives and they both become archons? just a concept i think you might like

Oh, this scratches a specific itch I didn't know I had.

Okay, so for the sake of not calling him Nameless Bard through this entire thing, I'm going to use Himmel and Carmen as placeholders for his human & archon names respectively.

Title:

Okay, so in this concept they're both anemo archons. Is it possible for there to be two archons for the same element simultaneously? Probably not. But the thought of Teyvat (and Mondstadt specifically) having to deal with two of them is chaotic, and I think it's pretty clear by now that I like yeeting as much chaos as possible at Mondstadt.

Now, as for their secondary titles. Barbatos is still the God of Freedom, and Carmen is the God of Revolution. Mainly because revolution is more of an active thing compared to freedom, which is more of an ideal.

At the time of the uprising against Decarabian, Venti mentioned that he brought "subtle changes" and "tiny seeds of hope" which was probably all he could do at the time considering he lacked a human form. Meanwhile Himmel was one of the leading figures in the rebellion. So I think it's fitting that their secondary titles would reflect that.

Appearance:

I have no idea where to begin with drawing Genshin characters, so description time.

Now, in canon Venti took on his friend's form when he died. I can see him still doing that in this AU, just for a different reason. So the two of them look pretty similar.

In terms of their base appearances, Venti's hair has more of a blueish tint in game, so Himmel's would be darker. Also, only the tips of his braids have the archon-brand colouring. His clothing is more or less the same as what he wore in "The Boy and the Whirlwind" except just a little bit updated to fit the current timeline.

Now for the archon appearance. Carmen also has wings but they look more like bird wings with anemo-coloured tips. Barbatos gets glowing tattoos, Carmen gets glowing wings. Also his archon outfit is more like the one depicted in the Barbatos statue outside the Cathedral.

As for his weapon. I greatly enjoy the mental image of him just bonking people with an anemo-infused lyre, I'm not sure what the equivalent would be, but I can probably see him as a catalyst user...maybe? I don't really want to make him an archer as well, though that could also work.

Gnosis:

Okay, they'd probably both get a proper one. But the mental image of one of them walking around with a fake, and them just periodically switching who's carrying the real one is entertaining so therefore that's what I'm going with.

Role:

Now, when it comes to his role as an archon. Just like Barbatos, Carmen doesn't like the idea of ruling, so he doesn't. He makes more public appearances as an archon than Barbatos does, but still not as many as the other archons.

Because Carmen actually makes appearances, and he refuses to let people think Barbatos abandoned them (they don't think that anyway, but it's still something he does). The people think the two of them split the duties between them.

As far as Mondstadt is aware, Carmen watches over the people while Barbatos deals with the Four Winds. It's not exactly true, they both do what they think is necessary, but neither of them really say anything to correct the assumption.

Disguise:

As far as the public is aware, Venti and Himmel are twins. No one can really agree on which one of them is the oldest, and they don't really know the answer either. Age is a difficult thing to judge when it comes to wind wisps, but Venti's human form is a copy of his.

Himmel is still very much a bard, they can both be seen performing in various parts of the city and because they both love exploring, it isn't too uncommon to find them outside the city walls. Sometimes they're spotted performing together.

Venti sometimes hangs out in his wisp form, so it's fairly normal to see Himmel walking around with him on his shoulder or something.

They're both fairly knowledgeable about Mondstadt's history, but no one really questions it because "bards." Himmel also hangs out around the library a lot.

That's all I've got for now.

#genshin impact #venti #venti the bard #barbatos #nameless bard #anemore au

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

hey realized that it's been like forever since i sent any suggestions for sweeping your team, and i have a moderately okay suggestion. it would've been ideal if water resisted ground like i had thought, but alas empoleon is still weak to drill run.

so here's why i think that if we just scribbled out rapidash's drill run, empoleon would be pretty good for beating you: it's kind of bulky on the special side, which is good considering psychic and fairy(the two types that you have publicly specialized in) are mostly special attackers, and three fourths of your team are indeed special attackers. empoleon is also primarily a special attacker, however its physical isn't terrible.

the best set i could think of is actually all physical, thanks to the fact that it gets swords dance, but not nasty plot or calm mind. earthquake for mawile, steel claw for the rest, and aqua jet if they survive the steel claw and threaten empoleon's safety.

and typing-wise, steel obviously resists most of the attacks you can throw at the penguin, but you've still got fire and ground coverage, and water makes the fire coverage a moot point.

and, while it's a bit too competitive for my tastes, empoleon is one of the best options available to somebody fighting you in doubles. it's a simple set up really, the other pokemon sets up trick room on the first turn, then uses bulldoze(and is preferrable very bad at physically assaulting the bird). the first turn empoleon uses protect, and then every other turn it uses a move that hits both your pokemon. its ability would be competitive and it would be holding a weakness policy. the trick room would make it outspeed most of your pokemon, with the exceptions of hatterene, mawile, and a potential speed tie with sylveon. the important part though is that it outspeeds rapidash handily with trick room set up.

Hello again, Volcarona Anon.

If you'd like me to call you something else, you're going to have to sign off these essays of yours with some sort of name so I know what you prefer.

...But that's neither here nor there. To begin, I'd like to point out that Steel Claw is not a move. Provided you mean Metal Claw, as it seems you likely do, I don't know how you expect to sweep a gym leader's team with a move of 50 power. But, allow me to entertain this for a moment anyway.

We're beginning with Empoleon and Mawile, yes? I'd like to remind you that Mawile has the ability Intimidate, lowering your pokemon's attack from the very moment they meet on the field. Presuming you spend a turn using Swords Dance, I'll have Mawile use Fake Tears. Now, you might try using Swords Dance a second time to boost your attack further, or you might try using Earthquake at this point with +1 attack.

Although...

+1 252 Atk Empoleon Earthquake vs. 0 HP / 252 Def Mawile: 216-256 (89.6 - 106.2%) -- 37.5% chance to OHKO

It seems to me chances are Mawile gets to use a second Fake Tears anyway, yes?

In that case, I'll be sending out Gardevoir next, who outspeeds Empoleon even with speed training to break the Sylveon speed tie. And, lo and behold,

252+ SpA Gardevoir Energy Ball vs. -4 4 HP / 0 SpD Empoleon: 312-368 (100.6 - 118.7%) -- guaranteed OHKO

There we are.

And, just so we're clear, Aqua Jet does not undo my counter. Even if you use Swords Dance twice.

+3 252 Atk Empoleon Aqua Jet vs. 4 HP / 0 Def Gardevoir: 177-208 (63.6 - 74.8%) -- guaranteed 2HKO

Are there any other potential issues I should know about?

#((OMG)) #((RETURN OF THE KING (GENDER NEUTRAL))) #((I love your strategies they really make me think! and i can tell you put a lot of thought into them!)) #((thanks for the ask 😊)) #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokemon swsh #long post #rotumblr #rotomblr

[vees-strangeworld-omniverse]

ARGONUS FAUNA: beast of sonias

(NOTE: descriptions copy-pasted from DA where i normally/originally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

[additional note: much of the first several post on argous's fauna use a human to scale instead of an E-class aircraft like i would end up doing later on. thus, animal's actual size relative to their world will be smaller. a bonus note to make is that this human perspective also includes names of the animals, so i'll be giving out alternate names and/or some explanation....]

so now we head over to the asia of argonus, aka sonias.

not unlike our asia, and also like other parts of the world, sonias has some interesting and unique fauna. not surprisingly (especially with these guys i drew), most of these weird wonders come from the jungles where diversity is at it's fullest. actually, alongside arid biomes, tropical climates are a hotspot for some of the "living fossils" of argonus...for some reason...

pantheronager -5ft at hips -dichobunoid ungulate -rainforest of KO laos (kingdom of laos)

    looking like the hybrid between a deer, horse and cat, pantheronagers are neither those three and are instead a "cat-sized" dichobunoid, an ancient group of ungulates more closer to whales and hippos. the surviving dichobunoids that exist in the sonian tropics aren't too different from their ancient relatives in terms of looks and behaviors, and the panteronager is no exception     typical of it's relatives, they're fleet-footed browsers that feed mostly on the foliage and fallen fruit within the forest floor. males are solitary most of the time (excluding mating season), while the females live in small groups of 2-4 with one of them being the alpha. however, unlike other species of surviving dichobunoid, they (alongside the other members of it's genus) have horns and tusks, two pairs each in true argonian fashion. both males and female have them; males use them to fight other males over territory and mates, females use them similarly to establish the pecking order, and both also use them a protection if cornered. every season, males will find a harem and mate with all the females, then leave once the fawns are born.     the panthonagars have been kept in captivity for quite a while. they're rather infamous in the pet trade, due to their high reproductive rates (females can have 2-3 fawns every 3 months) and rather surprising adaptability. this has lead them to become introduced into other tropical climates in cities and towns, though their saving grace from becoming completely destructive are the equally abundant introduced/adaptive predators , especially the stunnits and avibels aeronoids.

olmraptor -8ft tall -dromaeosaurid -forests of center kingdom.

    there are lots of "living fossils" with dinosaurs being no exception. this is probably because the kpg extinction event wasn't exactly like our own. instead of one big asteroid killing off the dinosaurs, a mixture of volcanic activity and a tiny dash of climate change had the Mesozoic reptiles start to fizzle out in the beginning of the Paleocene, leaving behind only the lucky ones that were adaptable enough to survive the changes. one of these lucky archosaurs to make it to the modern Holocene were the dromaeosaurids, more specifically the "Asiatic" members of velociraptorinae. such is the case with the olmraptor, a forest-dwelling descendant of those velociraptors.     the olmraptor, like all other non-avian/pterosaur archosaurs, have a line of spikes going down their backs. they're solitary hunters, preferring to catch small prey like rodents, invertebrates, lizards and birds. although diurnal, they're most active during the brighter hours of dusk and dawn. the male and female mate for life and, despite their solitary lifestyle, have their territories overlapping each other. every year, the male's coat becomes brightly colored, and they begin to start their collection of flowers and bones. when the male first starts this display, the collection starts in a small, shallow pile of grass and twigs. if he's lucky and manages to successfully gain the love of a female, they'll make that display pile into a nest and he'll use it every year to renew their love. both parent incubate the eggs, with the female doing most of the incubating as the male either gathers food or defends the female. when the babies hatch, they're almost fully developed and are able to start walking within their first hour of their life. once able to walk, both parents and offspring leave the nest where the babies are taught how to survive on their own. next season, they'll come back to that nest to start the process all over again.     like the pantheronager, they're kept as pets and are infamous for their high reproduction and adaptability. however, they are at least a little helpful in hunting and eating unwanted pest. olmraptors in the western hemisphere (especially amerigia) are popular in places like parks, country clubs and gated communities for their colors and pest control.

onisuchus -49ft long -crocodilian, converging onto kaprosuchus -tropical wetlands of indus     sometimes what seems to be a living fossil is actually just an animal converging onto a similar build to prehistoric animal. modern crocodilians are sometimes considered living fossils, given how alot of them haven't changed in the 100 millions of years being here. in some funny twist, most of the seemingly "mesozoic survivors" crocodilians aren't really that and are instead just a case of convergent evolution, such as the case with the onisuchus.     the onisuchus is a massive carnivore who's claim to fame is it's kaprosuchus-like looks and it's voracious appetite. they'll eat practically any animal they see fit for a meal, dead or alive. they're just as good swimmers as they are runner, and can run in short burst of speed to catch prey. they even have a body count; about 150 people per year, mostly humans and smaller elkinets, have their lives taken by this gluttonous archosaur. however, not everything is doom and gloom for the onisuchus; like all other surviving crocodilians they're great mothers that protect their young and move them away from danger (mostly other onisuchus). at least 2/3rds of all onisuchus-related deaths are due to people being unaware of a mother onisuchus's presence, or even the babies since they hang around dense foliage to further be protected. when the mother spots the threat, she'll not only kill the animal (or person), but also will ensure that the carcass wont attract other predators by eating their dead body. still, even with all these protective measures, lost of predator's still manage to steal her babies, and only 3 out of 10 of her babies will make it to adulthood.

striped tapir -13ft tall -tapiridae -tropics of southern sonias

    one of the very rare instances of an argonian species replacing an earth's species entirely, the striped tapir (aka baku to many humans) was though to be some kind of extreme argonian variation of the Malayan tapir, when in fact they're a completely different species that replaces the Malayan tapir entirely. like alot of perissodactyls, they have a semi-long tail, with the long hair making up a third of it's length. and, like most other tapir species on argonus, they also have tiny, little tusks on their mouths.     the behavior is not too different from other tapir species. they're mostly solitary, eats leaves and shoots, most active at night, and can be considerably dangerous when cornered (though the prefer to run first). 

if the tapir's ears look a bit weird, that's because i accidentally gave it two ears instead of four and didn't notice until i was typing this. so, i used mspaint as a makeshift photoshop and it surprisingly worked.

also, fun fact, the male olmraptor's colors are based off of the mononykus reconstruction from the weird & wild creature cards.

#mythology #tapir #ungulate #dichobunoid #dromaeosauridae #xenobiology #convergent evolution #speculative evolution #velociraptorinae #speculative biology #kaprosuchus #speculative zoology #argonus #planet argonus

[outofangband]

Little rambly post about Morwen after her second encounter with Glaurung! I’m still working on my thoughts about this, I hope it’s ok!

I made some posts awhile back (here was the first)wondering about what exactly happened to Morwen between the encounter with Glaurung and her meeting Húrin again in Brethil but I feel like I left out another possibility

I actually am playing with the idea that in The Children of Húrin, like in earlier drafts, Morwen attempts to confront Glaurung to protect Niënor and was then thrown aside by the dragon, temporarily falling unconscious under the spell and waking up with little memory afterwards. She has the memory of experience within her body. She remembers how to survive in the wilds. She does not remember who taught her. She feels acutely the loss of Niënor and the worry for Túrin that brought her to these strange lands. She cannot remember her children’s names. Her own name forms upon her lips at times. She does not feel it as hers.

She travels through the ruins of what was the kingdom of Nargothrond. Birds have fled the dragon mist and flowers have withered in the spring. She remembers to eat rarely. She knows enough to be troubled by this.

Morwen regains her memories slowly. The faces of her children, of Húrin, Rían, Aerin, even her parents, return to her gradually, first as vague as shadows but then with the knowledge and certainty of their names.

She remembers the shadow of Glaurung above her as a child before she remembers that day she was thrown from her horse and everything was lost.

There are things that stay lost. She will never acknowledge them until she dies. They cut at her in the night. Her pride is unshaken. Her certainty is nigh shattered

Perhaps it is only when she sees the names on the stone in Brethil, that she fully remembers. Perhaps she remembers months before. She is barely aware of the passing of the seasons. There are moments where she is barely aware of herself. She wakes in places she does not remember falling asleep in, to injuries she has no memory of receiving

…but Morwen also was lost. Neither then nor after did any certain news of her fate come to Doriath or to Dor-lómin.

(That line also gets me so much. It just feels like she was erased entirely from the memories and places where she had been but at the same time her loss and vanishing is still felt acutely! I know that seems contradictory and I apologize if it’s confusing but that line just makes me feel both those axises of loss at the same time)

A grey wraith upon a mad steed…

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #morwen #musing and meta #Niënor #Glaurung #mentions of: #Húrin #Aerin #and they saw her no more

[like-that-one-weird-dog-thing]

Could you tell me more about the au with the spooky wolf dad and his funky bird daughter? 👀

absolutely!

so to preface all of this- nowto is first and foremost a story about trauma and healing from said trauma, and despite how dark it gets its actually probably one of my happiest aus in terms of endings

so with that said, jinx and warwick actually have an almost unbelievably healthy relationship for their situation. once warwick finally gets jinx away from silco, they almost immediately dive to the depths of zaun where practically no one else can survive. due to the shimmer in their veins, the toxins around them are more of an annoyance.

they lay low for a while, and in this time they are forced to confront a lot of things- such as boundaries and names and pasts that both find muddled. jinx for the longest time staunchly refuses to even have any form of explosive near warwick, and warwick for the longest time couldnt bear to touch jinx for fear of harming her again. it takes them a long while, but they both eventually grow past these fears

over the years the two develop a very strong father-daughter bond, but it also has a distinctly non-human colouring- afterall, neither jinx not warwick are truly human anymore. warwick is protective of his pup, but he also recognizes her ability to find just a well as him, and he respects that. still, in many ways he’ll forever treat her like a pup. he helps preen her feathers and groom her, to the point where jinx rarely bothers to preen them herself as its consider ‘their time’ to have warwick preen them instead. jinx in turn uses her talons to help warwick get particularly nasty knots out of his fur. the two are very close, and that’ll likely never change

however, as jinx gets older there is more distinct separations in their lives. they still live together in the depths of zaun, and they still hunt together, but its no longer rare to see one without the other. jinx in particular ends up traveling out of zaun semi-frequently with a certain sheriff, and warwick begins to work with the firelights to lessen some of the more nasty crimes in zaun

in the end, they just a pair of scrunklies living out their lives lmao, and while theyre probably a bit more co dependent and protective of each other than they should be, theyre remarkably heathly

#never one without the other #arcane au #league of legends au #lol #arcane #jinx #warwick #birb jinx #warwick is vander #ayy asks #anon asks #sorry this took me so long to get to 😭😭 ive been having a fucking Time #murderous wolf father and unstable bird daughter