#post S2ep5

[lebenmude]

#nmtb #s2ep5 #never mind the buzzcocks #mark owen #mark lamarr #1996 #going backand realizing this was post-take that is so funny

[shirleyjacksonesque]

like i get that a bunch of new people are watching black sails rn but people should be allowed to discuss the show without having to worry about accidentally spoiling it for someone else. esp since the show is 10 years old. people are going to post discussions of events from the show in the tag, and if someone doesn't want to have the show spoiled for them, then they should filter it, not have people not talk about it

#it's annoying seeing people be like 'dont post s2ep5 spoilers!! like if someone made a post about it in the black sails tag #and someone who hasnt watched it sees it. then that's on them #april.fuck

[cinnamonmon]

soft suguru doodles cuz he’s my angel and i will forever love and miss him <3

#geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanart #doodle #made these a while ago but forgot posting them here tehe #im in pain after witnessing s2ep5 #fanart #procreate

[tamayokny]

i cannot stress enough on how queen cho, her head court lady, and their associates are all so evil

#mads makes a text post #kingdom #I’m on s2ep5 right now #kingdom netflix

[oatmilktruther]

okay so i wrote this little oneshot like a week ago and idk it's not going on ao3 but i like it a lot so if you would like some canon divergent post s2ep5 ed pov hurt/comfort during and after a storm with all of the canon typical agony a storm would mix up in our beloved ed check out under the cut

also i learned how to do a cut just for this post every day's a school day

it’s a storm.

all things considered, not even that big of a storm.

but when your captain is the one great love of your life that you just got back and then you just told him you needed to take it slow and so it’s been two whole days since you’ve kissed him and you tell him to get below where he’ll be safe and he squares his shoulders and puts on his captain voice and insists that no, he’ll stay above deck with the crew like a proper captain and so you won’t step away from the helm even after wee john offers, more and more aggressively, to take over, but no, you still won’t do it, because the only person you know for a fact can steer your captain through the storm is yours truly, but then the rain doesn’t stop coming and neither do the waves and neither do the memories and for a storm it’s a warm summer of a showing but you’re shivering down to your leathers, shaking in your boots, trembling with everything that you almost gave up the last time you sailed through a storm—

it ends up being a little more than a storm.

it ends up being a little more than thrashing waves. it ends up being a little more than stinging rain. it ends up being a little more than the burn in your arms as you wrestle the helm through every pitch of the bow. it ends up being a little more than the clench of your gut every time you see a body scrabble across the deck. it ends up lasting a little longer than the three or so hours of the actual storm. 

it ends up being the second you have the revenge safely tucked in the relative calm of a cove to wait out the last dregs of churning waves and drenching rain and ripping wind, firmly anchored and certain that she will ride it out, you collapse right where you’re stood by the helm. it ends up that your captain catches it with his eyes the second you start, catches you with his hands moments later, just barely saving you from a harsh landing against the deck. it ends up being your name, murmured into your ear more desperate than anything since come back to me, it ends up sounding just as much like a plea, and at this point you have no idea what you can do for your captain beyond what you've done, but the desperation to do it anyways is just as strong—

because you know—

you could steer his crew through a thousand storms, worse than this one, you could weather a course, steady and sharp for a thousand leagues, you could lead the charge on every raid until your captain was ready to retire, and it wouldn't mend the gaping hole that sits in your chest between the two of you, between you and him and the crew, between you and the rest of the world—

you know, slow or no, there’s something broken that not even you can teach yourself how to fix.

it ends up not mattering after all.

because what happens is your captain wrenching his arm up under yours, bracing against you, pulling you bodily across the deck and into his quarters, and you don’t even register the pulse in your heart that his quiet strength, he dedicated strength, his devoted strength stirs up in you, because in this moment all you are is cold, all you feel is quiet, not a calm but a devastating stillness. 

you are going to die. 

that’s what comes, when the storm winds down.

were—

you were going to die.

you’re not dying now, are you?

this feeling that’s creeping into your skin and tracing chilly fingers across your spine and twisting up your guts as your captain gets you, dutifully, out of your clothes, and into something dry and soft and gentle, as your captain settles you into a chair in front of the empty cavern of the fireplace, that feeling— 

you’re not dying.

it’s just the cold. 

the feeling isn’t creeping into your body, it’s creeping into your awareness, making itself known to you, absent pilot that you’ve been, it’s clawing for recognition when all you had sights for was escape on the horizon, isn’t it?

and the more it demands its recognition, the more your feeble body gives up the fight.

you’re cold.

you’re shiver the night through shatter your bones with chattering cold and your captain is making a fire in a fireplace you once used to burn up memories of him.

you’re cold and he is on his knees working to make you warm. 

it’s right that you can’t speak. you’d tell him to stop. he’d tell you he’s the captain and you can’t order him around. you’d fall more in love with him than you already are. 

falling. 

sorta sounds like a relief, sometimes, falling. not so much when you land, but before that, the moment suspended in air when you are not on the ground or of it, when there’s nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable, but it hasn’t quite happened yet. 

in another life, free fall would have sounded like freedom to you.

knowing now what it’s like, you wouldn’t take it back, but you couldn’t quite recommend it. 

the cold hole in your chest started to shrink as he built the fire and began to grow again as he stepped away, as he promised to be right back, but that hole in your chest was too hungry to care, the shiver in your bones too violent to be eased by any promise, but he’s a good captain now, and he’ll do right by you, so if he’s coming back, he must have a reason to go in the first place, and so you sink into the chair he put you in and you trust him to come back, because you can and because you need to. 

because he does come back, two big buckets of water in his solid hands, braced by solid arms, solid footsteps leading him into the bathroom and then right back over to you, because he said he would come back, and here he is, offering, in a way that’s an order, to bring you to the bath. 

and you go, on young legs that are just learning to walk with support, relearning after a lifetime of walking alone or not at all, and you go, and he goes with you, and he settles your body, carrying that big cold pit, into steaming water, steaming water and bath oil and salt, and you rest so carefully against the copper of the tub that you learn, relearn things about delicacy, about how your body can feel delicate and fragile and delicate and held. 

about how a touch can feel like a need and a want and a burn all at once as he scrubs heat and comfort into your hands, into your hair, into your shoulders, as the slide of soap and the scent of clean, washed clean, not stripped clean, not gutted clean, just good clean clean trickles into your awareness. 

how does he do that?

you wonder all the time, where it comes from, the part of him that can be terrified and fragile and broken and still resolutely do the job, with a soft sort of determination, a gentle sort of strength, you wonder all the time.

it reminds you of something, of the ceaseless urge onwards when everything else is falling apart in your hands, in your mind, the way they could throw your corpse on a sailboat and you’d still get it rigged before the squalls came. 

it reminds you of that.

but it’s not that.

yours is driven by memory in muscles that move limbs, in your arms and your legs and your back.

you know now, his muscle beats stronger ever than that.

it’s his heart. 

you know.

it’s his heart.

it’s his heartbeat in his hands as he holds you, it’s his heartbeat in his throat when he promises, again, to be right back, again, after a knock at the door, it’s his heart in his eyes when he comes right back, again.

it’s his heart in the crew when they came to the door to ask if you’re alright, if you are alright. 

when he tells you about it, as he dries your hair, as he braids it back for you, when he tells you about it like it’s not a revelation, like it’s not a redemption, to be asked if you are alright. 

well. 

something about him makes miracles happen quietly. 

something about him makes quiet miracle after quiet miracle happen not so quietly inside of you as he helps you out of the bath on legs that are returning to strength, as you go together into the cabin and you don’t need to bolt, as he offers you the bed, again like an order, and the quietest of miracles bubbles up out of your throat and you ask him to stay. 

you ask him to stay and you ask him to join you and you ask him to hold you and quietly, though it’s far from a miracle, he does. 

he does.

he holds you, and you shake and you shake, all over again you shake and it’s not from the cold, and he holds you and he knows.

he knows.

“you’re safe.”

you know.

#f #ofmd fanfic

[fancyingfinefabrics]

Top 10 Favorite Gentlebeard Moments (Greatest Hits)

An indefinite list featuring some of my personal favorite moments between Edward Teach and Stede Bonnet from the show "Our Flag Means Death." I tried to narrow it down by only including scenes where both characters were physically present so "you wrote me a lovely letter" and "his name is Ed" will perhaps be going on a future list. I skipped going to details about each moment, because let's be honest, they speak for themselves! These are some of the greatest hits like I said, but one day, I'll post my favorite Gentlebeard deep cuts/smaller moments. ANYWHO, thank you to the OFMD cast, crew and one of the greatest & wildest fandoms I've ever witnessed! Enjoy <3

10. Being a Lighthouse (S1EP4: "Discomfort in a Married State")

9. I'm Your Friend (S1EP6: "The Art of F**kery")

8. Moonlit Kiss (S2EP5: "The Curse of the Seafaring Life")

7. Stede Loves Ed (S2EP4: "Fun and Games")

6. Ed Loves Stede (S2EP8: "Merman")

5. Fireworks & First Times (S2EP6: "Calypso's Birthday")

4. You Wear Fine Things Well (S1EP5: "The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well")

3. THE Foot Touch (S1EP8: "We Gull Way Back")

2. Mer-Stede Saves Ed (S2EP3: "The Innkeeper")

1. First Kiss! (S1EP9: "Act of Grace")

Honorable Mentions in No Particular Order:

BONUS: Mate Cute (S1EP4: "Discomfort in a Married State")

I couldn't in good conscience complete this list without my namesake, a scene I've watch a million times, aka the moment Stede learned Ed fancied fine fabrics & showed off his closet! :') <3

And if you haven't already, sign the Renew As A Crew petition!

#i could go on and on #and on #seriously this was so hard #i kept finding more #could have done top 50 #i want these two back!!! #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #stede x ed #ed x stede #stede bonnet #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #ofmd meta #kinda #renew as a crew #save ofmd #saved our flag means death #also thank you to all the gifmakers #idk what i'd do without y'all #<3

[ccircusclwn]

dndads old doodles PT2!!!!

i forgot to add the 1st page in pt 1 but yeah its me going insane n the other one is a failed attempt to draw the li wilson dads w baby lincoln...

first ever digital doodles!! idk why but i never finished grant in the 1st one... oh n my first version of the teens!

A colored version of my 1st version of the teens n a little doodle i did after s2ep5 bc i felt so bad for normal n also realised i relate to him a lil bit too much...

And finally, my last two doodles!! normal n kid sparrow and my first lineup of the teens before i posted my other ones on here!!

#my art #dndads #dndads s2 #dndaddies #dndads normal oak #dndads sparrow #sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak #normal oak swallows garcia #normal oak #dndads lincoln li wilson #lincoln li wilson #dndads scary marlowe #scary marlowe #dndads taylor swift #dndads grant #grant wilson #dndads terry jr #terry jr stampler #dndads nick #nick close #grant li wilson #nicholas foster

[jackwolfes]

dgb's 2023 fic wrap up (to be finalised)

@inexplicablymine tagged me to do a 2023 fic round-up but i frankly cannot list every single fic i wrote, posted or started this year because that would be a bit unruly 😅 but i am a sucker for data analysis so here are some numbers

stats

40 fics updated or posted in 2023 (6 of which were started prior to 2023*)

10 anonymous fics (8 of which are in my "anon but not" collection, 2 of which are just hidden in the ether)

5 in-progress fics on ao3

452,842 words posted to ao3 (* roughly)

20,754 kudos (* roughly) 

691,480 words written (** roughly) 

* because i've updated some existing long fics (e.g. silly little love notes) the ao3 word count and kudos are i think slightly higher to what i got in this year alone, probably +20k words and +1k kudos

** i haven't been religious tracking my WC this year so i think i've undershot and the total is more accurately ~710k

top five most popular ao3 fics

hours (RWRB/FirstPrince, M, 28.6k) alex hostage fic

you owe me for blowing up my bed (SAB/Wesper, E, 3.1k) sab!verse missing scene (S2Ep5)

a choice of two locked doors (SOC/Wesper, M, 109k) wesper arranged marriage au

the bed we loved in (SOC/Wesper, M, 6.9k) immediately post-CK hurt/comfort

you yearn to feel no hunger (SAB/Wesper, T, 5.3k) sab!verse wylan character study/missing scene (S2Ep1)

WIPs I'm hoping to share by end of Dec

mystery kazper fic for the annual BOTB discord server winter exchange 👀❄️

2x more chapters of a shadow in the rising sun

And what's hopefully coming early next year

the final 2x chapters of wedding vows

the final 10 or so chapters of a shadow in the rising sun 

the start of regency wesper AU 🤞 

inevitably some PWPs thrown in there somewhere

and hopefully wesper sugar baby AU will be in a postable state by mid next year 👀

respectfully not going to tag anyone in case folks don't want someone else's fic stats in their inbox but would love to join in celebrating folks' achievements if anyone wants to share them!

#text

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

s2ep5 troublemaker

and now i'm going out of order from the netflix list bc whoever was releasing the episodes in the u.s. decided to do the bananas thing and release an episode between a two-parter

the two-parter i'm saving for the weekend when i can stay up until two complaining about it (bc i'm pretty sure chloe gets a miraculous in these) and not have to worry too much about catching up on sleep bc i can take naps during the day

anyway i didn't like this episode, but at this point i feel like a broken record. and it's not just not liking the episode, but it's about a lot of critiques i have of the show itself.

the set-up was, once again, contrived. if you're hosting someone at your house, like anyone, not even a superstar, and they've never been there, and they ask for the bathroom--why would you say "it's upstairs." and no either 1) specify exactly where it is and how to get there or 2) go up there yourself. esp since it seems like they live at least two stories above the bakery? (i originally thought it was right above the bakery, but i guess i was wrong. do they own the whole building? who lives right above the bakery?)

like in a normal world, no one would just vaguely hand-wave like that. esp if you don't want ppl snooping around your personal room bc they went through the wrong door.

but the fact that it was marinette's room continues the patter of the writers punishing her for existing so that's not great.

it was frustrating how they treated marinette's anxiety over it as well, and that tikki was so dismissive. it felt more like a joke to the writers than something that would actually be incredibly embarrassing.

but i was more frustrated with the whole set-up in the first place.

the solution was creative, i'll give them that. but it was also stupid.

but i will give them having troublemaker take one of ladybug's earrings. that always actually makes me instinctively tense. it's just so good--that slow change back as her earrings beep. it's truly tense. i wonder if they'll ever go anywhere with that.

i always wonder what it looks like for chat noir, since he just has the one ring.

there was something else in the episode that they set up that i wondered if they might go anywhere with it, but i can't remember what it was lmao. i don't think they will. i don't think the writers are that good at their job.

oh yeah, i hated sabine doing those kung fu moves under the guise of "strong independent woman." bc it turned very quickly into racism.

i hate to say this, but i actually really like adrien's budding friendship with marinette. it seems like sometimes he listens to her. though, the fact that he only listen when it involves something he's intimately involved in, like fashion and modeling, i guess it's a bit of a moot point. outside the rest of the narrative, i actually enjoyed the scenes when he's just being a pal to marinette. it was actually sweet.

i just wish marinette could be the same. i really wish her crush on adrien didn't exist and they could just exist as good friends, bc i think they would actually be really good as friends. this is lukanette propaganda, yes.

i really need to start writing these down as i go, bc i keep losing the plot. mostly bc this show doesn't stay in my head for very long. my brain has better things to be thinking about. at this point, the only reason i'm posting about it now is bc of the fact that i'm considering of making a video essay and i figure i should document as much as i can so i can form the thesis of the video essay.

oh yeah, and glad to see chat noir's cataclysm was actually useful this time.

#chrip.ml #chirp.txt

[girlbosslrell]

ok just finished snw s2ep5…. that… was… flawless. 10/10. no notes. I grinned from ear to ear the entire time. THAT’S the Star Trek I fell in love with!!!!! Nu trek has always had my heart but it’s dropped the ball so many times (Picard, Disco post season 2…). But SNW S2 is DELIVERING and it feel SO fucking good. I’m so used to giving and now I get to receiveeeeeee 🤲🏼🥹❤️‍🔥🖖🏼

#snw lb

[athyrabunlord]

34 with yohariko 👀

“It’s not like I missed you or anything.” [Prompt List]

A/N: I had a different idea for this prompt but then after ep5. I’m going with this~ Ψ( ◣ ∀ ◢ )Ψ**spoilers for S2ep5 if you haven’t already watched it** Words: 1,200 (supposed to be just bliplet length but I got carried away lmao)

Riko giggles to herself as Shiitake flops on its side with a soft croon. Chika and You are right all along, that Shiitake is really just a big furry teddy bear-dog. Her previous fear for dogs had prevented her from seeing what an endearing companion Shiitake is. Its thick tail wags lazily as it nudges against her hand.

“Hai hai, you want some belly rubs don’t you?”

A happy bark answers her. Normally such a sound would have sent her scurrying for the nearest post to hide behind, but now it just fills her with mirth. As she caresses Shiitake’s soft fur, she couldn’t help but recall Nocturne and how it gave her a friendly lick against her palm.

She never got to pet the little Sheltie, did she?

She shakes her head, reluctant to fall into that quagmire of depression again. In spite of knowing the puppy for just a short time, she is certain of their connection. Nocturne… no, Anko has added a splash of vivid color to her already radiant life here at Uchiura, and helped her overcome her fear of dogs.

Although, really, it is thanks to Yoshiko that she is able to accomplish that.

The younger girl has opened up to her, revealing the introspective side usually hidden beneath the fallen angel mask. Riko only had glimpses of that side in the past, so this incident with Anko enables her to bond with and understand Yoshiko more. Through their mutual affection for Anko, she is able grow closer to Yoshiko and confidently call her a close friend.

We had fun together the past few days, hadn’t we?

Making up her mind, Riko gives Shiitake a goodbye pat and hurries for the bus stop. If she remembers correctly, she would still be able to make it. Her heart soars in anticipation as she gets on the bus, the excitement growing by the minute. The familiar change in scenery indicates that she is getting closer and closer to Numazu, and she couldn’t help but smile like a giddy child.

By the time she reaches the vending machine near Anko’s home, her head has cooled down enough for her to think rationally again. What was she thinking, coming all the way here to Numazu without a plan in mind? She should have at least texted Yoshiko so they could visit Anko together. Now, alone in front of the house, it feels daunting to even press the doorbell, let alone greet the Sheltie’s owners.

Pursing her lips, she paces back and forth a few times before deciding to head back to the vending machine. She shall wait there to see if the little girl would take Anko out for a walk, and then she could casually walk up to them so it would seem like she just happens to run into them.

“Lily? What are you doing here?”

“Yohane-chan-?”

Yoshiko looks just as taken aback, dressed in the same hoodie as last time with her hands in the pockets. “It’s Yoshi-” She coughs hastily and drops her voice to a husky tone. “Hmnff, as expected of my elite little demon, to be present at exactly where the great Yohane wishes. I have high hopes for you, Lily.”

Chuckling in exasperated fondness, Riko approaches the younger girl. “I just happened to be near- wait, why have you been calling me… erm, Lily, is it?”

Yoshiko raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been ordained as my elite little demon now, so of course I have bestowed a fitting name upon you. Rejoice!”

Riko blinks at Yoshiko’s confident smile and theatrical pose, and suddenly finds herself giggling.

“W-What? Why are you laughing, you disrespectful little demon!”

She doesn’t understand how Yoshiko’s thought process works and probably never will, but she also acknowledges that she doesn’t have to. They get along each other well, and it’s fun and even relaxing to be around the younger girl. A fallen angel she may be, she is also one of the most observant and caring person Riko knows, and that is enough for her.

“It’s nothing, Yocchan,” Riko’s smile curves wider in mischief at Yoshiko’s surprised expression. “I just thought about Anko and how much fun we had, the three of us, and before I knew it, here I am. How about you?”

“I guess we have the same idea then,” Yoshiko shrugs and stuffs her hands back in her pockets, “I miss Laelaps so I came here and… well, I was hoping to run into you here too.”

“Eh? I mean, I did come here out of impulse but, I do live all the way in Uchiura so it’s really coincidental that-”

“Nope, nothing is coincidence, Lily!” Grinning, Yoshiko turns away and tilts her head a little so she could peer at the taller girl through her bangs. “This is destiny, I say! I have summoned you here through my amazing power! You said it yourself, Lily, that everyone has invisible power. Surely, you’ve received my call and answered it by instinct.”

Riko recalls how her thoughts had trailed from Shiitake to Nocturne and ultimately to Yoshiko. Perhaps the fallen angel has a point. Some sort of invisible power is at works and has led them to each other here.

“Right. So what is your plan this time, O Great Yohane-sama? Shall we wait like last time?”

At this, Yoshiko seems to falter as she averts her gaze. “Actually, just before I got here, I saw the kid taking Laelops out for a walk. I was just sorta waiting around to see if they would come back.”

“Oh, I see…”

“So! In the meantime, let me give you a proper orientation!”

“Huh?” Riko didn’t catch Yoshiko’s words, for her mind is focused on how the latter suddenly reached out for her hand.

“A tour! A tour I say! You’ve been to Numazu several times but I bet you don’t know all the good spots!” Yoshiko tugs at their connected hands, sounding impatient and just a little embarrassed?

“Really? You’d do that?” It’s true that her visits to Numazu have been limited. Compared to Uchiura, the city is much larger and should have more places to be explored. “Why, all of a sudden-?”

“Duh? You’re my elite little demon after all. It’s not like I missed you or anything,” Yoshiko huffs, her cheeks reddening. “Unless, you have other plans-?”

Warmth fills Riko’s heart with a few butterflies fluttering inside. She shakes her head and squeezes Yoshiko’s hand. “Nope, I’m free… though only until the last bus back to Uchiura.”

Yoshiko lets out a quiet sigh of relief and smiles brightly. “Great! Then let’s not waste anytime! Try to keep up with me, Lily!”

A burst of playfulness takes over, compelling Riko to run and pull the younger girl along. “No, can you keep up with me, Yocchan?”

“Hey, I’m suppose to be the one taking you to places!”

The two girls banter back and forth, laughing and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. Perhaps, this would be their best day in Numazu yet!

#belphegor-xin #prompt list bliplet #yoshirko #yohariko #athyra writes #post S2ep5 #just some bonding between datenshi and elite little demon #Ψ( ◣ ∀ ◢ )Ψ #lily fond of yocchan #but yeah this prompt is such a standard tsundere line loool

[grimwalker]

Mattholomule doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this. To the secret letters and the never being able to see his brother’s face. He definitely doesn’t want to get used to the secret meetings in alleyways when Steve happens to be in the area.

But having a brother in the Emperor’s Coven can be a perk despite its many downsides. For one, Mattholomule needed a map to the Looking Glass Ruins.

As soon as Bria had called him up, claiming that she overheard coven scouts talking about the Ruins, she asked him if he wanted to join them. Of course Mattholomule had said yes. A chance to prove that he’s worth something to people that have always thought otherwise. The only real question was how they were going to get their hands on a map to such a place?

“Well, that’s where you come in,” Bria had said cheerfully. “Your brother’s a coven scout, isn’t he?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Great! So just ask him to get a map for you!”

“But that’s not— I can’t just ask—”

“Great! This means a lot Matty! I can’t wait to see you again!”

The line had gone dead then, and against his better judgement, Mattholomule felt his face heat up. She can’t wait to see me, he repeated in his head. He tightened his grip on the crow-phone, not being able to help the smile that began to form. The crow-phone squawked and wiggled around in Mattholomule’s grasp until he let go of it.

The day after that conversation, Mattholomule had sent a crow-phone Steve’s way. It was a short, whispered conversation so Steve wouldn’t get caught and get in trouble for being in contact with his family. Mattholomule didn’t want to beg, but he knew his voice had been toeing that line the entire conversation. That must have been the reason why Steve had caved in in the end, promising to find a copy of the map and take it with him the next time he was in Bonesborough.

And that gets us here, a few days later. Mattholomule had been walking around town, as instructed by Steve. There were coven scouts around, but with the uniform and Steve’s average body type, Mattholomule couldn’t really distinguish him from most of the other scouts. One of the many downsides to having family in the Emperor’s Coven; you couldn’t really tell them apart from most everyone else.

He walked down the paths, fists shoved into his pockets as he tried to find some way to find his brother. But then it happened all too quickly.

There was a sudden commotion more towards the center of town. Mattholomule stopped in his tracks, frozen for a moment as other witches and demons rushed towards the noise, wanting to see what the commotion was all about. He would have gone too, after regaining his confidence to move, but within seconds, something had grabbed his hood from behind and pulled him the opposite way.

He squirmed and thrashed his arms all around him, successfully getting at least two (albeit not very hard) hits in. Then, he was up against a wall, a hand covering his mouth. Mattholomule reached out and gripped onto the arm of whatever which decided to test him today. But the moment he opened his eyes, he calmed down.

��Titan, Matty,” the coven scout breathed out. “If you were seriously getting kidnapped, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” The scout huffed out a laugh as he moved his hand away from Mattholomule’s mouth.

“Steve?!” Mattholomule hissed. He frowned, face flushed from the sudden kick of adrenaline. “Was kidnapping me really necessary?!”

“‘Course it was! How else was I supposed to get your attention?” Steve chuckled. He stepped forward and pulled Mattholomule into a tight hug, despite Mattholomule’s short protest. “C’mon man. It’s been too long!”

Mattholomule huffed and feigned anger. As much as he hated all the ways Steve came up with to get his attention, Steve was right. It had been too long since they had last seen each other. With a sigh, Mattholomule loosely wrapped an arm around Steve. Then a moment later, he promptly pushed Steve away and crossed his arms.

“So, did you get the map?” He asked, hoping his frown came off as is rather than the pout Steve had always said it looked like.

“Of course I did!” Steve replied. He reached into his cape to pull out a rolled up sheet of paper.

“Great! Guess I’ll be on my way then!” Mattholomule grinned, reaching out to grab the map. But at the same time, Steve pulled back and held the map above Mattholomule’s reach.

“Ah ah ah!” Steve teased, waving the map in the air. “What am I getting in return for this?”

“Oh come on! This is important and you’re going to make me late!” Mattholomule groaned, waving his hands around in near desperation.

“Sure, but I could also get in trouble for giving this map over to you. Not to mention that I’m risking my job just to see you.”

“What could you possibly want?”

With his free arm, Steve wrapped it around Mattholomule, trapping him in a headlock. “Don’t be like that, dude. It’s been months since we last saw each other and who knows when we’ll get to see each other again.”

Mattholomule rolled his eyes and squirmed a bit in Steve’s hold. Steve only slightly tightened his hold. He brought his other hand down on Mattholomule’s head, his fist beginning to crumple to map.

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you off easy this time,” Steve sighed dramatically. “One noogie for every week we haven’t seen each other.”

Mattholomule gasped and struggled against Steve. “As if! It’s been ages!”

But Mattholomule hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve began messing around. And in the end, he supposed that it wasn’t that bad of a trade. What was 35 noogies compared to a map that can help him find galdorstones. Not to mention, possibly gain some respect from Bria.

“All right, here,” Steve said, shoving the map into Mattholomule’s hands a moment after they stepped away from each other.

Mattholomule gasped, struggling for a moment to grab onto the map. He then shoved it into his pocket. They stood there for a moment. Both of them with their hands in their pockets and looking down at the ground.

Then, Steve let out an exaggerated sigh. “Guess this is it, brother. We won’t be seeing each other for quite some time.”

“No?” Mattholomule asked, looking up at Steve. “Where’re ya headed next?”

“Been told I’m going down for a mission on the Knee sometime soon. Don’t know when I’ll leave or when I’ll come back.”

“Oh.”

“Yeeeeeah, well. I gotta go before someone starts getting suspicious,” Steve said. He took a step towards Mattholomule. “It was nice seeing ya though.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mattholomule grumbled. He crossed his arms once more before he was pulled into another hug.

“You tell mom and dad I say hi.”

Steve gave him a small squeeze, before he let go and headed out of the alleyway. And if Mattholomule had held on tighter to Steve in that second hug, well that was between them and the walls of the alleyway.

After a few seconds, Mattholomule composed himself. He attempted to fix his hair as much as possible before he set off to go find Bria.

#toh mattholomule #toh Steve #the owl house #toh #takes place s2ep5 #toh spoilers #o titan where art thou #<< not really for the last two but still #posts

[marvelousmawn]

finished season one!!! it's so so so so so hard to not immediately start two bc that's where they are!! that's where my boys are!! my DADS im going to CRY

#op posts #thankfully my mom will be gone in friday aka s2ep5 day so i will be able to emote as LOUD AS I WANT #bs ep per day rewatch #givin me a tag now

[starrynights-brokenhalos]

favorite shots from black sails 50/? ep. xiii

#yooo get ready for a ton of shots from this life-changing episode #i made my first post about black sails after watching s2ep5 #it was a game changer #black sails #miranda hamilton #miranda barlow #my edit #screencaps

[its-captain-sir]

It's SO funny how everyone is so tense in the gunships as they talk and Jet is like legit yelling over the comms at Cody to get the tanks down and Cody's just like "yeah ok copy that. getting them down now." like he's so CHILL about it, I'm not even joking

#the differences in the tones of their voices is literally so noticeable and it's so incredibly funny to me #i don't even have any sort of meta thing to add to this post I'm literally just laughing at this HAJDHSKFHSKD #cody #clones #oh look another clone wars post #s2ep5 #clone wars rewatch

[andrew-buchan-fansite]

Aren’t you a beautiful little girl, eh?

#andrew buchan #lizzie #broadchurch #broadchurch s2 #s2ep5 #episode13 #post 3600