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did I just give my oc even MORE trauma? yes, yes I did
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whumpcember day 21
@whumpcember
prompt: “i would die for you” (alt. 10)
warnings: stitches ripping, semi-conscious
characters: ryn, kaya
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“What do you need me to do?” Ryn asks, voice wavering as he looks up at Kaya. “You know I would die for you.”
Kaya sighs and kneels in front of them, “That won’t be necessary. Just stand up and get us out of here.”
Ryn nods and pushes itself up off the ground, wincing as the uneven stitches in his side threaten to tear. Kaya watches as they grimace when stretching their back, not saying anything when the wound begins to bleed again.
Ryn presses his hand against the stitches and forces a breath out. It mutters something to itself and pulls his hand away.
They take their shark tooth club from the bedside table and spin it in his hands, checking that all the teeth are secured.
“Right then,” it says, looking at Kaya, “Ready?”
Before waiting for an answer, Ryn pushes the door open and rears his arm up, ready to throw the club when needed. The medic raises her arms above her head and points Ryn to the door. They nod gratefully and shove it open, expecting to find at least ten men on the other side. All that’s there is a cowering child, barely seven years old.
Ryn stops in their tracks. He tilts its head and crouches down in front of the child, ignoring the small pop that was almost definitely a stitch. “Hello there, what’s your name?”
“Why are we stopped?” Kaya asks, popping over Ryn’s shoulder. “Get a move on, we can’t afford to lose any time.”
He shoves Ryn forward and slams the door behind them, pushes them past the child and out into the main room.
The room is empty, if you ignore the blacked out group sleeping in a pile, so Ryn and Kaya make it out of the room easily. It’s only when they make it out of the building and into the open again that they run into trouble.
Ryn’s stitches popping wasn’t as small of a deal as they lead Kaya to believe and it leaned heavily on him, nearly dragging him down. Kaya grunts with effort as he swings his arm around Ryn’s waist and holds them up.
“Ok, you’ve done a lot. Let me take us the rest of the way.”
#whumpcember#whumpcember2022#whumpcember 2022#whump#whump fic#ryn ransom#kaya bloodstone#my ocs#oh seas#i would die for you#stitches ripping#em writes#em writes stuff#my writing
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The Couplet Space-Time Gathering Room
He’s got commander’s rank markings but wears red instead of gold. His hand extends. “Commander Jack Ransom. Pleased to meet you. We’re in someplace called —”
“The couplet space-time gathering room.” Una tries not to roll her eyes. “I listened on the tour. Do you have any idea how it works?”
“None whatsoever!” Jack is perky despite their situation, and Una exhales slowly, doesn’t want her frustration to leak out before they can maybe get some answers about why they’ve been brought here.
The room is like a nightclub — loud with couples at tables and on the dance floor, only the whole place is brightly lit with views of what looks like the Sol system.
“Well, I’m Lieutenant Commander Una Chin-Riley.” Una shakes Jack’s hand. “We may as well try to work together to determine what’s going on.”
At a far table, a doctor’s hand rests on the hand of the Bajoran woman sitting next to him.
“How long do you think it will take them to figure it out?” Julian asks Nerys.
She smiles. “Fastest I’ve ever seen is the Andorian and the red-headed Ensign. I give it a few days.”
Julian raises his glass. “To everything there is a season.”
Nerys clinks her glass with his. “And a space-time for every marriage under contract.”
#star trek strange new worlds#una chin-riley#star trek lower decks#jack ransom#una chin-riley x jack ransom#star trek deep space nine#julian bashir#kira nerys#bashir x kira#kashir#star trek discovery#sylvia tilly#ryn#ryn x tilly#others in attendance would have to include:#jean-luc picard and a lounge singer#b’elanna torres and damar#spock and admiral rollman
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So for the dragon faunus fic I have an idea for it:
Dragons like hoarding stuff right whether it be gold or people like princesses. So what does Jaune hoard is it comics gold or something else
The Dragon’s Hoard
Coco: So, I heard you have a hoard of treasure.
Jaune: Like piles of gold coins that I can rest upon?
Coco: Yeah, so do you have a giant pile of gold you sleep on?
Jaune: No, I don’t; Besides, sleeping on a giant pile of gold sounds like it would hurt. I mean, it’s a pile of metal disks.
Coco: Oh, so you don’t have a hoard then?
Jaune: Actually… Now that I think about it, I actually do have a dragons hoard of treasure… I just thought I was a collector, not a hoarder…
Coco: Oh, really? What do you hoard?
Weiss: Money?
Ruby: Comics?!
Nora: Secret pancake recipes?!
Yang: A harem of sexy woman~?
Jaune: Uhh… Technically yes. I do have a large collection of comics, but that’s not my hoard. And, no I don’t have any secret pancake recipes. As for the harem… Well… It’s a work in progress…
Yang: Oh really now~?
Blake: Our odds are ever increasing~!
Velvet: He better hop me good, and hard~!
Coco: You better not…
Jaune: I’m the one who’s gonna get hopped, stop blaming me!
Weiss: Enough with the harem nonsense. What is it that you hoard?
Jaune: Precious gemstones!
Yang: Gemstones?
Coco: Like diamonds?
Jaune: Diamonds, emeralds, rubies, the gems, and sapphires! Likes these!
(Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk!)
Several precious gemstones suddenly fall out of, Jaune’s sleeves. The shock of the ladies at the table at the sights of these precious gemstones was mesmerizing. But, the shear size of these gemstones sent chills of shock, and awe coursing through their spines.
Jaune: See? My, precious, precious gemstones~!
Yang: Uuuuuuuuhhhhh?!!
Ruby: That ruby is as big as an peach?!
Blake: That emerald is bigger than an avacado?!
Coco: That saphire is the size of a lemon…?
Velvet: That diamond is as large as a apple?!
Jaune: Yeah, I have way, way more than this, and many other type of gems as well. But, these four are just my favourites! I like to have them around me because they make me happy!
Weiss: Okay… B-Besides the fact that you somehow had those hidden up your sleeves?!
Jaune: Death will take me before I tell you how I hide my precious’s!
Weiss: But, that diamond… I-Is that the, Translucent Apple…?
Yang: The, Translucent Apple?
Weiss: It’s the worlds largest fine cut diamond the world has ever seen! It’s worth a king’s ransom, and a half!
Jaune: Oh, I would be a surprise, but considering someone of your background it makes sense you would know your precious gemstones. But, yes: Tis indeed the, Translucent Apple!
Weiss: T-Then that, emerald… I-It’s the, Gaia’s Seedling?!
Jaune: Yep!
Yang: Nice name…
Weiss: The sapphire… T-The Tear of the Sea?!
Velvet: Its as blue as his eyes…
Coco: Could rename it the, Dragons Eye now.
Nora: Ohh, nice!
Jaune: Smart cookie dat one is!
Weiss: And, the ruby… I-Its the B-Blood Stone…?!
Ruby: Ohh~! i like that name!
Jaune: Four for four! You win!
Weiss: …
Weiss: You’re the, Lapidary Master… The worlds most skilled gemstone cutter… The owner of Gem Refinery…?! The world’s largest supplier of raw minerals, refined metals, and precious gemstones… One of the richest people in the world…?!
Jaune: Yep, that’s me!
Weiss: Ohh…
(Thud!)
Ruby: Weiss?!
Jaune: Oh… Is she dead?
Blake: No, she just fainted…
Yang: Wait, since you collect precious metals, do you have a stash of gold?
Jaune: Yep!
Yang: So you do have a hoard of gold coins!
Nora: And, you sleep on it!
Jaune: No, I have a hoard of gold bars, not coins.
RYN: Why not?!
Jaune: Well, who uses minted coins for money any more?
RYN: …
Nora: Good point.
Jaune: Besides, its blocks of metal, that doesn’t sound comfortable to sleep on.
Yang: Like sleeping on a plank of wood.
Jaune: Yeah, pretty much.
Ruby: So… Uhh… Can I hold the, Blood Stone, Jaune?
Jaune: Sure you can!
Ruby: Really! Than…?!
Jaune: As soon as I remove it from your arm that is~!
RBYNCV: …
Yang: D-Did you just threaten to remove, Ruby’s hand…?
Jaune: Yes.
Blake: Your kidding, right? I mean, if I touch the emerald…?!
Blake barely had time to remove her hand before, Jaune’s talon hand slammed down on the table, tearing a frightening deep groove in the table as his hands encompassed his gem’s. His eyes shined with a madness that sent chills down their spines, as he glared upon them cautiously, and threateningly.
Jaune: BACK! Back away all of you! Death follows those who dare take my precious’s!
The group of ladies could only keep their hands in the air as they gulped nervously as, Jaune’s personality took such a violent, and deranged shift. Fortunately for them, someone who could manage, Jaune in this derange state finally came forward to save them.
: Jauney dear I heard you had some… fun with, Pyrrha. So, when can I expe…? What’s going on?
Nora: Mom, thank Gods you’re here!
RBYCV: Mom?
Nora: Jaune was showing us his precious stones, now he’s gone mad!
Juniper: Ahh, that explain that. Yeah, Jaune doesn’t like anyone touch his stones.
Coco: You don’t say.
Blake: He nearly cut my hand with his talons!
Ruby: He threatened to cut my hand off if I did!
Juniper: And, worse if you actually took it from him.
Velvet: He would?
Juniper: Oh yeah; When it comes to, Jaune’s gems, he will gut you if he sees you as a threat to his gemstones.
Velvet: S-Seriously…?
Juniper: He’s done it before. Luckily it was a bunch of bandits that attacked one of his supply convoys. He wouldn’t do it to his family, but the snarling fangs, and flames aren’t much better…
Ruby: Oh gods!
Yang: Okay… So, how do we get him to stop?
Juniper: Don’t worry girls, I’ve got this. Jaune Luna Arc!
Jaune: Rahhhh!
Juniper: Don’t you growl at me young man! How dare you treat your friends like this! Who even taught you such terrible manners?
Jaune: …
Jaune: You did.
Juniper: What?! I would never do such a thing!
Jaune: Well, not directly, but you did.
Juniper: I would not! What makes you think I would do that?
Jaune: Mmmm… I believe you said: “Get your filthy hands off my man you skank before I gut you like a fish you bitch.”
Juniper: …
Juniper: Oh…
Nora: Wow… Mom is awesome!
Yang: Okay, how is she your mom?
Jaune: …
Juniper: …
Juniper: So, can I expect grandbabies soon, or…?
Ruby: So she’s just going to ignore all of… That?
Coco: Probably for the best.
Yang: Wait… Pyrrha… Grandchildren… You slept with, Pyrrha didn’t you!
Jaune: Yes.
Nora: Why don’t you think she’s not here; Girl can’t feel her legs after, Jaune was finished with her.
RBYV: …
RBYV: WHAT?!!
Coco: Nice~!
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#weiss schnee#ruby rose#juniper arc#jaune x pyrrha#pyrrha x jaune#rwby arkos
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October 1937: Stalkers and Ranch Land
October 2, 1937 – Evening Star
Twosome Kay Francis-Delmer Daves sit with Sweethearts Carole Lombard and Clark Gable watching Helen Wills Moody and Baron von Cramm make tennis mincemeat of Donald Budge and Mrs. John van Ryn…
October 3, 1937 – Los Angeles Times
Best-dressed star at the Pacific Southwest tennis championship matches last Sunday was Kay Francis, a study in gray… Clark Gable smiled affably at admiring fans. Carole Lombard made a hasty exit.
October 5, 1937 – Evening Star
While Clark Gable is not working, he escorts Carole Lombard to her studio at 6 o’clock every morning – according to Miss Lombard’s laundry woman…
October 6, 1937 – Evening News
Quite an exciting moment when Clark Gable, accompanied by Carole Lombard, almost brushed elbows with Rhea Gable in the cocktail lounge at the Tennis Club…
October 7, 1937 – Chicago Tribune
The tennis matches at the Hollywood Tennis Club were the next stop… Clark Gable in a gray suit and yellow tie lounged beside Carole Lombard. She was hatless and her blonde hair fell to her shoulders.
October 9, 1937 – Evening Standard
Clark Gable, Myrna Loy and Carole Lombard at a lawn tennis meeting in Los Angeles.
October 9, 1937 – San Bernardino County Sun
GABLE BUYS BIRTHDAY CAKE, INSPECTS BAKERY
Production by the girl employees, both in the office and the bakery departments of Meyer Baking Co., stopped dead-still yesterday when a distinguished visitor appeared at the plant to order a birthday cake.
The visitor was Clark Gable, the moving picture star.
Gable, who is on location at Lake Arrowhead, explained he needed an elaborately decorated birthday cake for – well, he didn’t say who. The bakers assured him the cake would be ready, and Gable, interested in the operation of the bakery, inspected the big plant, talking with the employees.
The girl employees got a break when Gable appeared particularly interested in their work and devoted much of his time to chatting with them, even discussing his motion picture work. Later, he posed for photographs with the girls and other employees, who rushed for cameras when he graciously consented to be filmed.
Gable slyly admitted the birthday cake would be served at a party at Lake Arrowhead, but even the gossip columnists didn’t know who the lady guest of honor will be. But Carole Lombard, too, is at the lake, where her new picture, “True Confessions,” is being shot.
October 11, 1937 – Harrisburg Telegraph
Clark Gable accompanied Carole Lombard to Arrowhead, where her company is on location…
October 11, 1937 – Sacramento Bee
Snapshots of Hollywood
Carole Lombard taken violently ill after making a scene in ice cold water at Lake Arrowhead. Clark Gable and Carole’s doctor hurrying to her side.
October 12, 1937 – Evening Star
Clark Gable celebrated Carole Lombard’s birthday anniversary with the actress at Lake Arrowhead. And I’m told they had a whale of a time.
October 13, 1937 – The Courier
Carole Lombard, who returned from location Saturday night, remaining in bed until she entirely recovers from her attack of illness at Lake Arrowhead…
October 16, 1937 – Collyer’s Eye
Clark Gable, rumored the constant companion of Carole Lombard, has a new gal or else he’s cheating…
October 17, 1937 – San Francisco Examiner
The producers weren’t able to line up Carole Lombard to play opposite Clark Gable so they revived an old picture of them made years before there were any thought of a romantic attachment between these two. Gable and Lombard could command a king’s ransom if they appeared together today for there is no romance more popular with fans all over the world.
October 17, 1937 – Nashville Banner
When Clark Gable was rehearsing for his appearance with Cecil B. DeMille on his CBS Radio Theater hour, only one person sat as audience in the auditorium from 8 until midnight. This person was Carole Lombard. She occupied her time, when not listening to Clark, by skimming through a stack of national magazines, checking up on her publicity.
October 20, 1937 – Los Angeles Times
Rumors of a rift between Clark Gable and Carole Lombard should be laid to rest. On Sunday’s “Coffee” show, Miss L was wearing a huge diamond bracelet given to her by the handsome star. While he rehearsed for the program, the blonde actress spent the afternoon in the Jack Benny rehearsal studio. As for the comedy bit between Gable and Charlie McCarthy, the stars’ managers objected on the ground that the sketch would be undignified, but Gable overrode the negative nods…
October 21, 1937 – Fort Worth Star Telegram
By John Lawson
The great Gable provided an additional thrill for studio audiences around NBC Sunday. Scheduled for an appearance on the Charlie McCarthy program he showed up early with Carole Lombard and Don Ameche and sneaked into the 4 p.m. broadcast of the Jack Benny show.
Sitting in the first row, Gable was a magnet for all feminine eyes – and droves of autograph seekers. Two uniformed page boys were finally assigned to relieve him of the latter. He laughed heartily at the show and was somewhat flustered by the gag struck in at the last minute in his honor – the “Clerk Gable” one in the grocery store skit.
Carole Lombard sat in the control room and stared attentively at her hero (Gable) when he faced Casanova McCarthy. The dialog duel between the Hollywood He-man and the Incorrigible Image rocked the audience – particularly when Clark asked Charlie for the secret of his success with the opposite sex and Charlie replied: “Would Garbo tell Dietrich?”
Hollywood is alive with radio studio goers on Sunday afternoon. They come from all parts of the state – from all parts of the country, for that matter. They stand for hours around the studio gates, hoping for a glimpse of the stars who pass by in shiny limousines.
October 26, 1937 – Gaffney Ledger
Haven’t seen Clark Gable to ask him, but I hear that Carole Lombard gave him the midget pony that he has been carting around MGM, much to the amusement of the lot. The horse is a real dwarf. Stands only about two feet high.
October 26, 1937 – Kilgore Daily News
ADMIRERS TRAIL GABLE AND CAROLE DURING DATE
Police informed a red-faced Clark Gable today that he and Carole Lombard are popular with the movie fans.
Gable called for Miss Lombard at the actress’ home and noticed an automobile parked nearby with two young men in it. He drove down Hollywood boulevard with Miss Lombard and the other car followed. He tried a few twists and turns but the car stayed on to his trail.
Gable jotted down the other car’s license number and gave it to police.
Police traced the number to Clifton Bryant, 25, and Alfred Dilly, who admired Gable and Miss Lombard on the screen and wanted a good look at them in real life.
October 26, 1937 – Los Angeles Times
Pair Pursuing Screen Stars Prove to Be Merely Curious
Clark Gable and Carole Lombard co-starred yesterday in a real-life drama involving pursuit by a strange automobile and police investigation.
The suspected “villains” were Clifton Bryant, 25 years of age of 108 East California Street, Glendale, and his friend Alfred Dilly of Pasadena.
Bryant and Dilly parked outside Miss Lombard’s home. Gable arrived, escorted Miss Lombard from her house and drove away. Bryant and Dilly followed down Hollywood Boulevard.
Gable, worried, took the license number of the other car when the youths twice drove beside and stared.
Glendale police traced the license plate to Bryant, but chuckled when they learned he and Dilly were merely curious fans of the film stars.
October 26, 1937 – Spokesman Review
Clark Gable has leased the Rex Ingram house for one year, by which time the home he is building for the prospective Mrs. Clark Gable the third (Carole Lombard) will be ready for occupation.
October 27, 1937 – Monrovia News Post
Bandit or Movie Bug?
Sometimes from the way people act you cannot tell whether they are kidnappers or hero-worshipping fanatics. A couple of youths who are doubtless “that way” about Carole Lombard parked a car near her home and when Clark Gable called for Miss Lombard in his car they trailed the couple along the streets for several blocks, at times drawing up to their car and staring at them. Had Gable been excitable he might have taken a shot at the youths, and any jury would have excused him. In this day of automobile crimes, it is not safe to act like a yegg if you are not one. This hero worship is growing to such an absurd extent that people are breaking into the homes of the movie stars to find some trifling relic they can take. Day by day in every way we are getting sillier and sillier.
October 28, 1937 – The Gazette
Chatter in Hollywood: Clark Gable has rented himself a little house in the valley not far from the ranch homes of Al Jolson, Hal Willis, Barbara Stanwyck and the Zeppo Marxes. He will have a riding horse, raise a few crops, and go in for gentleman farming in a small but effective way. The house Clark has rented is furnished, but when Carole Lombard gets through redecorating it in her own inimitable style you won’t know it. That gal has a real flair for doing houses.
October 29, 1937 – Ogden Standard
Ranch Land Bought
Clark Gable has forty acres of ranch land in the same vicinity (as Bob Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck). When Carole Lombard purchased the adjoining forty acres Hollywood buzzed. The rumor is that Clark and Carole will wed this spring, and make the ranch their honeymoon home. However, the public is forgetting that Mr. Gable is technically already wed. At a recent party, Mrs. Gable sighed over her tea cup and said to another guest: “Strange how everyone in Hollywood is always wanting a divorce. My husband doesn’t want one.”
October 31, 1937 – Nashville Banner
By Grace Wilcox
A sextet who go completely Western over the weekend is composed of Carole Lombard, Clark Gable, Barbara Stanwyck, Bob Taylor, Gail Patrick, and Bob Cobb.
Cowboys from neighboring ranches bite the dust in dismay as they give a quick look at the Lombard boots, buckskin britches, rainbow skirt, sombrero, fancy bandana, and Mexican saddle. Her spirited Western pony with an Arabian strain causes heart burnings on practically every ranch from San Gabriel to San Ysidro.
Gable has bought a 25-acre ranch in the San Fernando Valley, and not far away Miss Lombard has got herself a neat 35-acre outfit on which she can run as wild as any jack rabbit.
More often than not, the sextet get together on the Marwyck ranch, where Barbara Stanwyck’s handsome stone house is built on a hill.
Carole is, as always, the life of the party. Last Sunday, when she announced her intention of milking a cow, Gable bet her a pair of silk stockings against a carton of cigarettes she couldn’t do it.
Exerting all her charm, Miss Lombard approached Bossy, who apparently had no faith in moving picture stars as milkers. She pushed the lovely Carole into a tailspin. This was a mistake on her part, for, with the aid of four stanchions to which she attached Miss Moo’s four legs, Miss Lombard proceeded to milk in peace and demand payment of the bet.
Newest development is Gable’s attempt to start a cattle ranch with some of Joel McCrea’s prize-winning stock as a beginning.
October 31, 1937 - Springfield Leader
Clark Gable, who has three interests in life – Carole Lombard, acting and guns – has just received a prized addition to his private arsenal’s museum. It’s a bullet fired during the Civil War, sent to him by a fan, Leslie M. Page, of Wilmington, NC.
“I have always been an admirer of yours, and knowing that you collect firearms, I trust you might like to have this very rare bullet, a relic from bombardment of Fort Fisher,” Page wrote.
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Love a good bit of the ol whump. Ransom could work with, say, Targent agents and Desmond. Any agent could work, maybe think of it as an AU in which they take him to try and get Layton to join them.
((I’m sorry this is so late... and that the prompt ‘ransom’ isn’t even mentioned in this fic. But the prompt definitely inspired a scenario where Raymond needs to rescue his drama son from Targent agents!))
Most university students would spend their summer holidays studying, working, travelling, partying, or sleeping…
Desmond was not like most students.
That may have sounded like something Desmond would say during one of his brooding sessions, but it was true.
Most students hadn’t lost their parents to the archaeology mafia, or set up an adoption and a new identity for their younger sibling.
Most weren’t taken in by their old Scottish neighbour.
Most didn’t enter their chosen subject area with an end goal of ‘getting revenge on an ancient civilisation’. (Thankfully, Desmond had omitted that detail from his university application.)
Though he definitely had a fondness for travelling— “Apologies, Master, adventures,”— Desmond was far more invested in the archaeological lore than the nightlife of any given location.
Case in point: Gwawryn, a sleepy town in North Wales.
According to Desmond’s research, an Azran artefact had been donated to the town’s ramshackle museum last week. It was a golden-framed tablet, said to have belonged to the Azran sages.
Desmond had visited the museum in the day with Raymond (during opening hours) to confirm whether the tablet was authentic. And now, at one am, Desmond was busy stealing the tablet.
Much to Raymond’s relief, Desmond hadn’t asked for his help with the heist. Raymond was content to wait at the inn where they were staying. He had shown his face to the inn keeper half an hour ago and requested some honey and lemon tea for his poor ‘son’ who was stuck in bed with a cold. (“He’s not used to this Welsh weather,” Raymond had joked.)
The honey and lemon tea had been sitting untouched on Raymond’s bedside table for three hours.
Where was Desmond?
Raymond checked the chiming clock on the wall. Earlier, when he was preparing for his heist, Desmond had threatened to throw the clock out the window. Raymond had found its chimes comforting... but with each passing minute, he was starting to agree with Desmond.
Shouldn’t he be back by now?
If Desmond had gotten caught by the police, surely they would have contacted Raymond. Raymond would have to go to the police station to confirm, “Aye, that’s my bampot son who’s supposed to be in bed!”, and back up any excuses Desmond had concocted for breaking into the museum.
Raymond would almost find it reassuring if Desmond had been arrested. Maybe he would finally give this Azran nonsense a rest...
Another thirty minutes crawled by— still no Desmond.
Right, then...
Praying the inn keeper had already gone to sleep, Raymond tied their bedsheets together and shimmed out the window. (Next time, they were booking a room on the ground floor.)
It was only a fifteen-minute sprint to the museum. Raymond made sure he kept to the shadows and ducked under any windows. The last thing he needed was to be spotted while he was searching for Desmond.
The museum’s lights were out— most likely the police weren’t there, then. As far as Raymond could see, no one had broken in through the entrance or the front windows.
Had Desmond entered through a back door?
The museum’s entrance faced the main road, but it backed out on to a quiet country lane.
Raymond crept behind the building, crossing his fingers that he wouldn’t encounter any of the museum staff.
He hadn’t seen any security guards present during the day (if the museum could even afford to pay for security), but the curator had seemed extremely proud of his new Azran exhibit and kept ordering his assistant to polish its glass casing—
“Alright, get him inside,” someone ordered.
The voice was low— almost lazy— but it made Raymond freeze. He pressed his body against the side of the museum and peeped his head around the back.
Through the headlights of a dark car, Raymond was able to distinguish two figures in blue uniforms and black glasses.
Those weren’t the police.
One Targent agent, a man with grey hair and a slim build, was holding the golden-edged Azran tablet.
The second agent was taller— at least six feet— and he was wearing a pointed blue cap. An unconscious Desmond was slung over his shoulder.
The car’s back doors were open.
Raymond tensed. Fight or flight— how should he respond? Fight to defend Desmond. Flight to escape with Desmond. Or... Perhaps this was a trick. Desmond would stir at any second now and steal the tablet...
The taller agent threw Desmond into the back of the car. Desmond didn’t wake up. Why wasn’t he waking up?
Before they could shut the car door and disappear with Desmond forever, Raymond shouted, “Wait!”
The agents turned as he rushed out from behind the museum, panting, “Please, wait. That’s my... my son you’ve got there.”
The man holding the tablet scratched his long chin. He glanced from Desmond to Raymond. (Would he notice the lack of a family resemblance?)
“Who are you?” he asked casually, as if kidnapping archaeology students was a common occurrence.
Raymond swallowed, stalling for a minute as he regained his composure. Then he replied, “My name is Alaric Riddock.” His mother’s maiden name— bless her soul.
The man gestured to Desmond, who was still slumped inside the car. “And this is...?”
“Jack Riddock,” Raymond said. He raised his eyebrows, playing dumb. “Who are you two?”
“That’s classified,” the taller agent snapped.
“Manners, Cass,” the agent with the tablet rebuked. (It was clear who was in charge here.) He smiled at Raymond... or tried to smile— it was hard to tell with that extended chin of his.
“We work for Targent— an organisation tasked with preserving ancient artefacts,” Mr. Chin explained, lifting the Azran tablet to his chest. “Have you heard of us, by any chance?”
Raymond shook his head.
“What are your professions?”
“Farmers,” Raymond said. He had been a doctor, years ago, but Targent didn’t need to know that.
Raymond looked over at Desmond again, expecting him to protest at being called a bumpkin farmer. But Desmond’s eyes remained closed. (Hopefully Targent hadn’t recognised his eyes...)
The taller agent, ‘Cass’, scoffed. “Both of you?”
Raymond nodded. “Runs in the family.”
“I see...” said Mr. Chin, unimpressed. (Targent weren’t interested in recruiting farmers.) Mr. Chin wondered, “What brings you two to Gwa... Gwa-ryn...?” If he couldn’t wrap his tongue around the Welsh name, then he couldn’t be from the local area.
“Gwawryn?” Raymond pronounced.
“That’s it! What brings you here?”
“Shouldn’t you be out collecting corn?” Cass sneered.
Raymond shrugged. “Break for the summer... and for the wife.”
Mr. Chin hummed. “And what was Jack doing at the museum so late at night?”
Raymond sighed. “Don’t tell me— did he try to pinch something?”
“Indeed,” Mr. Chin confirmed. His hold on the tablet tightened. “He tried to ‘pinch’ this priceless artefact. It’s lucky we caught him...”
Raymond frowned at Desmond— How much force had they used to ‘catch’ him?— and tutted loudly. “Please forgive my boy. He has a history of shoplifting...” (Would Targent find that too appealing?) “...But the police always catch him in the end. It’s like he wants to be caught! He’s got a good heart, deep down—“
“Well, then,” Mr. Chin interrupted, “we’ll be sure to put him on the right path.”
He nodded to Cass. Cass got into the front of the car and started the engine.
Raymond’s eyes widened. “Please,” he breathed, “release my son. He’s only nineteen...”
Twenty-one, actually, but Desmond looked young for his age. Raymond often had to remind himself of that.
“Then he should learn quickly,” Mr. Chin chuckled. He slipped into the back seat next to Desmond.
Desmond still had his whole life ahead of him. Targent wanted to take that away.
Not on Raymond’s watch.
Raymond dived into the car as Mr. Chin reached for the back door handle. Chin grunted and moved to block him from grabbing Desmond.
Raymond grabbed the Azran tablet from his hands. He slammed it into Mr. Chin’s face. The tablet shattered.
Cass was shouting from the front of the car. He turned around in the driver’s seat and tried to climb into the back, but he was too tall.
While he was stuck and Chin was still dazed, Raymond dragged Desmond out of the car. He hauled Desmond onto his back and ran past the museum.
The two agents howled with rage. Neither of them had expected to be beaten by a blathering old farmer.
—
“Ray...mond?” Desmond mumbled when finally he came to, back at the inn. “What happened?” He squinted at Raymond and struggled to sit up in bed.
Raymond gently pushed him back down. “You received a blow to the head... and most likely, a concussion.”
Desmond winced when his head touched the pillow. He hissed, “What?”
“Don’t worry about it now—“
“Tell me!”
“Shush!” Raymond glanced at the door.
Desmond huffed, “It’s just the inn keeper—“
“No, it’s Targent,” Raymond whispered furiously, glaring back at Desmond. “They attacked you at the museum and they then tried to abduct you.”
Desmond’s face went even more pale. His fists gripped the bedsheets. “Was that... because I had the Azran tablet?”
“Let’s hope so, and not—“
“Where’s the tablet?” Desmond gasped. “Don’t tell me they got it?”
Only Desmond would be more concerned with an Azran treasure than his own safety. “They did,” Raymond said, “but I think I destroyed it when I rescued you.”
Desmond lay there in silence, staring at Raymond. All of his scheming had been for nothing. The Azran tablet had been reduced to splinters now. Good riddance, if you asked Raymond.
He was startled when Desmond released a small laugh.
“Thanks, Raymond. Better that then letting them keep it...” His laugh morphed into a pained groan. He rubbed his head.
“As soon as it’s light out, I’m taking you to the hospital,” Raymond vowed.
#Professor Layton#Raymond#Desmond sycamore#Targent#my writing#pl fanfic#my fics#prompt#whumptober#Yeah since we’re now in October 2020 this might be the last Whumptober fic I write#thank you for suggesting Desmond!#The agents are Shoebill and Cassowary#Inspired by the creepiest bird and what is considered the most dangerous bird
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Meet the WIP
Tagged by @ryns-ramblings and @writingamongthecoloredroses, thanks so much for the tags!! ♥♥♥ I’ll do this for Bearskin since that’s my next big drafting project!
Rules: Choose a WIP you’re working on (can be a large project, a standalone short story, or anything else!) and answer for the questions below. Tag others so you can see their projects too.
Title: Bearskin
Logline (1-3 sentences): Irina would give anything to hunt a snow bear, so when one comes lumbering into her valley, she wastes no time—never mind that it’s just a cub. But when a strange witch steals her brother as punishment for her crime, she goes chasing after them into the long twilight. She has to get Fedya back before winter, even if it means bargaining with the Prince of Always Night.
Favorite Theme Explored: What it means to be human, to decide to be human, and to make empathetic and compassionate choices even when they go against what you as a person want to do—and to learn how to channel anger into compassion and use it constructively.
A Character I’m Proud of and Why: Irina! Irina by far. She’s a character that I could have used when I was younger. She’s angry at basically everything, but mostly at herself, because it’s her fault she and Fedya are in this mess in the first place. She’s never going to really forgive herself for this, but she is going to learn that not all of it is her fault, and it’s okay to let go of a little of that blame—even if she feels guilty for being angry at people who are important to her.
That Character’s Tag: Irina tag // Bearskin general tag
Link to a Piece/Excerpt/Post I’m Proud of: ‘A King’s Ransom’, the excerpt where Irina really fucks up, y’all.
I’m going to tag – no pressure! – @catandwitch @sprigofbasil @aalizazareth @ anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! (aka it’s early in the morning and i’m blanking on names right now)
#tag game#tag games#meet the wip#wip: bearskin#it's not that early but also i'm tired and it's gloomy out#dreary autumn days are the best days for naps#and the worst days for trying to figure out#how to write a snappy logline#vespa's writing tag
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Hello!
My name is Kim and I'm 25. I live in the EST time zone but have rped with people from all sorts of timezones. I typically write in third person past tense and can get pretty wordy when the muse calls for it. I've never actually counted how many words my longest response has been but I do know that I can get to 3-4 paragraphs worth.
I am looking for some new partners that can get just as wordy as I can and who loves chatting ooc. I love sharing head canons, getting to know my partner, and creating pinterest boards and the like.
Right now I'd prefer doing this over discord, google docs, or email (with one of my ideas being an exception - it'll be explained below). I also will be more than happy to double if that's something you would like to do but please let me know!
MUSES & IDEAS
Canon Characters
Peggy Carter - Marvel/MCU
This is my exception. I will be more than happy to rp using the above mediums but I do have a sideblog set up for her which can be found here. I can write her canonly but I also have multiple canon divergent verses that involve her unknowingly taking the super soldier serum. Opposites I'd like to have: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, honestly anyone from the MCU
I also wouldn't mind throwing her at other Chris Evans characters either (Frank Adler, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale).
Katherine Plumber - Newsies
I have a Spy AU that I've been dying to do with her and Jack. Then I also would love to throw her at other Jeremy Jordan characters like Winn (Supergirl), Jimmy (Smash), and Jamie (The Last Five Years)
Betty Cooper - Riverdale
I would like to do any kind of plot with an Archie whether we time jump, do an AU, or I have always wanted to do a thing where they start over as friends in Season 2 after all the Black Hood stuff and do a canon divergent plot. I also write Betty with a little more of comic influence (ie she's the star pitcher for the softball team)
Original Characters
(again I would be more than happy to double if that's what you want to do so we can all get plots we want)
Ryn Sterling - Hayley Atwell fc
She's an artist from Boston and a single mom. I would love to do either a whoa my kid's teacher is actually super cute or a we were dating but then you went away and now you're back, guess what this is your kid but I don't want to tell you right away cause I'm still hurt that you left plot. Opposites I'd like to have: Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Anthony Mackie
Bex Morris - Arielle Kebbel fc
She's an FBI agent. I would love to do either a agent x mafia plot or two agents or a Mr. & Mrs. Smith type plot. Opposites I'd like to have: Aaron Tveit, Daniel Gilles, Dylan Bruce
Kat Metonae - Adrianne Palicki fc
A former Air Force Colonel turned Senator but if we want to go the Star Wars route in which she was originally created she's a Colonel within the Resistance. Plots I have in mind is annoyed at first sight to lovers and a bodyguard plot. Opposites I'd like to have: Oscar Issac (an oc or Poe Dameron), Nick Blood, DJ Cotrona
If any of these things meet your fancy you can either react to this post and I'll come to you or reach out to me @kimmyiewrites on tumblr or find me on discord at kimmyiewrites#9641.
(heya love! thank you so much for this amazing blog! Could you also tag this post with riverdale rp, newsies rp, and star wars rp? Thank you so much!)
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Kath didn’t land where he was expecting to.
In fact, for a few moments, he didn’t land at all.
For one and a half terrifying seconds, he fell through darkness, until his ass hit the grass.
He’s outside. It’s sunny out, with maybe one or two clouds in the sky.
*Clap, clap, clap*
Kath’s gaze jolts up.
A very short man with long, light brown hair and golden eyes is approaching him. “Congratulations!” his voice is high and kind of rough. “You’ve dimension-traveled!”
Kath continues to stare at him, heart pounding.
“You were wanting to get more involved in all that magic stuff, right? Trying for a--how did you put it--’power grab’?”
Kath’s eyes widen. Could they spy on them?! He opens his mouth to reply, but no words come out.
The person laughs. “Calm down it’s all right; I’m not here to SCOLD you. That’s a very noble cause, I think. Romantic, too.” he snaps his finger, and an image appears in the sky before them.
Kath and Nic are standing side by side. Both of them appear to have powers, and there are portals around them--portals to places they have full control over. They’re torturing some important Earthly political leader.
The vision disappears again.
Kathrynne glances sharply at him. “Are you--what was that?”
He grins and leans forward, holding his hands behind his back. “Your future! Or, at least--” a chair materializes out of thin air and he plops down on it and leans back, crossing one leg over the other nonchalantly. “It can be.”
Ryn crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. <I’m listening.> Shady ass bitch, though.
Salir leans forward. “Let’s cut the shit. My brother is being held hostage, and I need you and a friend of yours you haven’t met to retrieve the ransom for me.” Leans back again and holds out an arm casually. “If you succeed, I can give you and your fucktoy more power than you’ve ever dreamed of. I have control of many dimensions around these parts, and unsurprisingly I know the secrets to each one. It’s kind of a pain in the ass to look over so many places at once, so I wouldn’t mind passing them off to you. If you fail...” He trails a finger across his throat. “Let’s just say my brother won’t be the only one paying the price.”
Kath swallows. “So; what you’re saying is I have no choice in the matter.”
Salir snaps his fingers. “Correct you are!”
“Then why give me a prize for doing what you say?”
“Incentive to keep going if you ever feel that, oh I don’t know, dying would be the easier option.”
... “What do I need to do?”
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i am, fucking in love with your ocs. tell me more about the oh seas crew?
oh ho ho, you have no idea what youve done >:)
(heres what they all look like <2)
so first of all, this story takes place about 30-35 years after my other one, so there's a few easter eggs. like archie and kaya both knowing robert (spence's brother) and talking about echo and nyks. i just feel like that's important to state here
putting the rest of this under the cut because its going to get long
there's two main ships in the story, archie's and kaya's. they used to be co-captains but they went through Shit and it changed them both enough to where they weren't good for each other anymore.
kaya and archie are a really interesting dynamic to me bc they've been married three times and two of the divorces were jokes. the last one was bc kaya almost killed archie by. lighting him on fire. but before the Shit they were pretty much inseparable. i'm talking people woulnd't recognize archie without kaya or kaya without archie.
after the Final Divorce, kaya left the ship and took ryn and pix with him. pix is one of my favorites but he's a pretty horrible creature. it's like a fucked up scientist but cooler bc he has horns. he used to do silly experiments on beau, but then archie took him and scratch onto his ship. ryn is a little more complicated, but i love them just the same, maybe a little more if im being honest. he's like. unhealthily attached to kaya to the point where he would put his life in danger if it meant kaya didn't get a small injury. its also pretty close with pix, but more in the sense that they work together and have had to put up with three divorces and also three weddings (all more complicated than the last)
there's other people on kaya's ship too, bc no way can the three of them keep anything running, but nobody of note here. they dont have official names yet bc im still working out some kinks in the outline
in archie's ship, he's got a few more people of note. torren, holden, trinket, scratch, beau, chrys, silas, and imogen. only torren and trinket were with him for the Divorce, but they all know about it. chrysanthemum (chrys for short), silas and imogen are triplets who were run out of their hometown, trinket is a marinething, torren is like archie's ryn (but less brutal), holden is kinda pix-esque (in the sense that he's a medic and sometimes goes a little overboard) beau and scratch are the Main Guys (well not beau but he is to me) who archie basically kidnapped from kaya's ship and took in as his own. he's closer with scratch though
trinket is one of my beloveds, it's so...*holds so so gently* basically, a marinething is something that i put in my wip bc i wanted something like a mermaid but not like a mermaid. you get it. its about the size of an orca (i think i have a post of what they can look like somewhere on tumblr, i'll have to check) and stays close to the ship. for obvious reasons, it can't go onto the ship, but it learned to communicate with the crew. it named itself and also came up with a last name (scarrow). it likes to collect small trinkets (woah i wonder how it chose its name) it finds and has a small space to keep them on the ship. marinethings have hands, but there's webbing between the fingers. theres subspecies, some of them have tails and some have legs, some flippers and some tentacles. trinket has a tail, so no land for it.
the triplets are inchestering to me, mostly silas bc hes the Main Guy of the three of them. silas is the youngest of them (by a few minutes but still) but he's been the one to protect them all. he's pretty much in love with scratch and would follow her anywhere if it would let him. chrys is the cook, but they're not the best at it. imogen kinda just does everything, she's good like that. chrys and holden are together a lot bc the kitchen is right next to holden's room. imogen is pretty tight with torren since they both keep the ship floating and silas is close with scratch
torren is the first-mate. she keeps everyone alive and sane (though it is hard). she was with archie through all his time with kaya and...she hates kaya with the entirety of her being. she and ryn were pretty close at one point, but after the Shit they drifted apart and now they'd kill each other on sight.
scratch and beau are...so dear to me <2 scratch's name is actually isadora, but kaya gave it to her so she just stopped answering to it and let the crew chose her name. they chose scratch bc of the very large scar across its face. she's pretty much adopted archie as her mentor (NOT her dad though, very important to it that people know that) and will take charge of the ship once hes too old to do it. it's very protective of beau bc of the Stuff they went through on kaya's ship (that nobody knows about except them), so the slightest hint of him freaking out sends her into Kill First Questions Never mode. beau is. my sweetest boy. he's mostly quiet and the only reason he seems so sweet is bc hes been through too much to stand up for himself :( but! he is very soft and can read scratch like a fucking book. they're basically ride or die unless it has to do with kaya, in which case beau will not go anywhere but his room.
one thing abt beau though is that he is my special boy and has never done anything wrong ever <2
the magic system is basically the same as in my other wip but not many on any of the ships have magic. trinket has abilities bc of its being another species, but other than that there's not much to note. torren's mood might affect the waves a bit, but everyone ignores it and they havent tipped over yet. and if scratch should've died a few near-death experiences ago that can be ignored too because surely she'd have told them if it was immortal, right?
archie is. like a feral cat who used to live with an old lady but then the old lady died and he had to fend for himself for a few years until a kid noticed him and started to give him bits of their food but never actually did anything about him and eventually stopped giving him bits of their food. then he got caught by animal control and adopted by a person with a few other cats and is actually pretty chill now if you ignore the random bits of rage and energy. but a dog. he's got fangs (<2) and talks like his nose was broken a lot and never set quite right and oh yeah he's missing an eye. doesn't bother him much as long as nobody comes up on that side and he's ignoring it as hard as he can (it bothers him a lot)
if kaya's a bit of a witch, i wouldn't hold it against him. nothing too big or flashy, just a little hex here and there. a curse on isadora to prove to it that she'll always be alone, sure (its more tethering the equivalent of a demon to her soul). does archie sometimes feel like he's being watched? pretty much always. but that's hardly kaya's fault that archie just leaves pieces of himself everywhere he goes.
ok i think thats it for now, thank you so much for the ask! i had a lot of fun typing this out :)
#em rambles#thank you for the ask :)#oh seas#kaya bloodstone#ryn ransom#pix ashby#archibald blair#torren leighton#isadora harper#beauregard hill#trinket scarrow#holden florence#chrysanthemum gable#silas gable#imogen gable
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whumpcember day 14
@whumpcember
prompt: shaking
warnings: needle (not used)
characters: silas, kaya, ryn, pix
310 words
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The table shook from Silas’ leg bouncing. He stared at it, watching as the inkwell wobbled from side to side. The door opened and he looked up.
Someone walked in and let the door slam behind them, they had blue hair and a scar all across their face, reaching from their forehead to their chin. This must be Kaya.
“Where’s Scratch?” he asked immediately.
Kaya scoffed, “Scratch. I hate that name. I gave it a perfectly good name and now everyone calls her Scratch.”
Silas stared at him, eyes boring into his skull, “Where is she?”
He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. “You’d think you’d have more self preservation. Y’know, since you’re the one trapped in the ship where you don’t know anyone.” he took a seat in front of Silas and tilted his head. “She’s fine. Just went back to the ship, if you really want to know.”
Silas frowned.
“Oh, don’t worry, it didn’t leave willingly.” He crossed his legs and sighed, “So. Who are you? Her boyfriend?”
Silas scoffed, “Boy? Most of the time. Friend? Last time I checked. Boyfriend? No way in hell.”
Kaya pursed his lips and nodded to himself. He took a deep breath and stomped on the floor once before standing up.
The door opened again and two people walked inside the room. One carried a big needle and the other a chain.
“Easy or hard way, your choice,” said the one with the chain.
The one with the needle smiled and took a step forward, “I’d prefer the easy way.”
Silas took one look at the needle and closed his eyes, “I’ll do whatever. Just get that thing away from me.”
The one with the needle frowned, but took a step back. Silas felt metal wrap around his wrists and the heavy weight of the chain drop to the ground.
#whumpcember#whumpcember2022#whump#whump fic#silas gable#pix ashby#ryn ransom#kaya bloodstone#oh seas#my ocs#em writes#em writes stuff#my writing
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whumpcember day 5
@whumpcember
prompt: seperated
warnings: cursing
characters: ryn, pix, kaya
355 words
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Ryn stands with its arms crossed, they glare out into the crowd, eyes fixated on Kaya. Pix stands behind him, he can hear its worried muttering and can practically see it fidgeting. They take a deep breath and close their eyes for a moment before opening them again. He scans the sea of people, looking for Kaya’s familiar blue hair, but can’t see him anywhere in the crowd.
It shakes his head and scans the crowd again. When they don’t spot Kaya on their fourth pass through, he grabs Pix’s arm and drags him through the crowd.
Pix protests loudly, but runs after Ryn, not wanting them to rip its arm off. Ryn makes a path to a very small clearing and finally lets go of Pix.
He hisses and pulls his arm back, rubbing the spot where Ryn was gripping. “Look at what you’ve done!” it shouts, “If this bruises-”
“You’re fine,” they interrupt. “Did Kaya tell you where he was going? I lost him.”
Pix stares at them. “I’m sorry?” it asks. “Did you say that you…LOST Kaya?” Ryn nods. “How the fuck do you fucking lose Kaya? He’s got blue fucking hair for fucks sake.”
His eyes flash with something Ryn can’t quite place and it shakes its head. “I’m sorry.” he takes a few deep breaths and when he opens its eyes again, it smiles softly. “Let’s go find him, shall we?”
Ryn ignores the small moment where they’re afraid of Pix (because, it’s Pix), and follows it back into the crowd.
After nearly half an hour of searching, Pix picks up the already too-fast pace. He runs forward and nearly tackles Kaya to the ground.
“Knew I should’ve brought a rope with me,” Ryn mutters under their breath as they sprint after Pix.
Kaya shoves Pix off of him and stands with his arms crossed in front of himself. “I told you to stay put.”
Ryn sputters, hands gesturing to something, “I couldn’t find you.”
Kaya rolls his eyes and turns away, waving for them to follow behind. Ryn stares as Pix follows quickly behind, nearly stepping on Kaya’s heels.
#whumpcember#whumpcember2022#whump#whump fic#my ocs#oh seas#kaya bloodstone#ryn ransom#pix ashby#seperated#em writes#em writes stuff#my writing
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whumpcember day 3
prompt: storm
characters: archie, kaya, ryn, torren
warnings: shipwreck
160 words
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The winds rage and waves crash over the ship. Archie looks out the cabin’s window, squinting through the rain and hail at a wrecked boat. He stomps on the ground and throws his coat on before walking out of the cabin.
Kaya meets him on the deck with Pix in tow. He grunts a greeting and stands with his arms crossed.
“Someone’s over there,” Archie shouts over the wind.
“And?”
“Don’t we need a new lookout? Since Ryn threw the last one out?” he says.
Kaya sighs and rolls his eyes, “Fine. But you’re in charge of them.”
He calls up a few of the crew and they work together to bring the ship to the wreckage. Ryn throws a rope over the side of the ship and the stranger grabs it. The crew pulls them aboard and Archie helps them up.
“Archibald Blair, pleasure to meet you,” he greets cheerily.
The stranger meets his eye and smiles, “Torren Leighton.”
#whumpcember#whumpcember2022#whump#whump fic#storm fic#storm#oh seas#torren leighton#ryn ransom#kaya bloodstone#archibald blair#my writing#em writes#em writes stuff#my ocs
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⭐ Director's Cut on the First Impressions ficlets, please!
Bahaha! Thank you for asking about those, @fiadorable! ❤️😂
Okay, so the trio of ficlets that form First Impressions are all … first impressions … in the context of two first officers — Jack Ransom and Una Chin-Riley. I originally posted the first and second ficlets to Tumblr (sort of glorified shitpost fics) and people asked me to put them on AO3, which was really nice. I put all three stories on AO3 a few days before the Lower Decks/Strange New Worlds crossover was announced and I thought, “Whoa. Of all my crackships, is Chansom actually going to go canon?!” So, yep, the joke in the crossover made me happy because how can you have first officer actors married to each other and not make a joke about it? The show did good.
Anyway, for the first ficlet, Jack Ransom falling for an Una Chin-Riley hologram (and Mariner teasing him about pulling a Geordi LaForge/Leah Brahms) was fun, and Jack meeting — and respecting — the actual Una as an aged and wise ambassador, all in the service of Jack’s emotional journey for his own self-confidence, was nice to explore. I see Jack as having a really beautiful and needy heart that he hides to protect himself (per Deanna Troi’s analysis). Letting Jack be vulnerable with Una made my own heart happy.
For the second ficlet, I was amused by the number of Trek characters played by married Trek actors and I wanted to get them all into one place. Hence, the nightclub that in my mind is officially named “Okudas,” but I couldn’t get that in there. Having Kira and Bashir (married actors!) comment on Jack and Una (married actors!) while reflecting on Tilly and Ryn (married actors!) and so, so many more had me smiling. (B’Elanna and Damar! Spock and Admiral Rollman! Jean-Luc Picard and the lounge singer from a dive bar in 21st century Los Angeles!) I like to believe that once Una and Jack figured out why they were at the nightclub (“Okay, so we’re fictional characters played by actors who are married to each other. That’s ummm …” “Not even the strangest thing to ever happen to me.” “Yeah, same.”) that they sort of warily circled each other, then Jack made a joke about testing out the ol’ rod and berries (yeah, a Roddenberry dirty joke — I truly believe Jack would go there) and Jack got nervous when Una seemed annoyed at first by his humor … but then he saw the amusement in her eyes and they both absolutely cracked up laughing.
The third ficlet was the only one of the trio that I wrote directly for AO3 (didn’t begin life as a Tumblr fic shitpost). And I have to say, I have a special place in my heart for it. The way Christopher Pike initially dismisses Jack Ransom as an idiot and, sure, it’s fine if Una has history with this guy from the future because it’s obviously just physical attraction and … what’s that? Jack is actually intelligent? Well, shit. Writing Chris becoming more and more insecure while Jack and Una have no idea that Chris is freaking out … and Chief Kyle just wants everyone out of the transporter room … had me laughing (lovingly) as I wrote and every time I edited.
Thank you so much, @fiadorable, for asking about that trio of firsts for two of my favorite first officers. ❤️
Want more information about a fic I wrote? Send me an ask.
#fanfic director’s commentary#i love asks#una chin riley#jack ransom#una chin riley x jack ransom#chansom#star trek strange new worlds#star trek lower decks#i might write more for them because their mutual nerdy competence makes me happy#my heart is forever with poor ditched chris in the transporter room#that man had no idea what he was getting into when jack was beamed aboard#thank you again for asking about those stories#fiadorable
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