#ship wrecks schedule

[ghost-in-the-hella]

It's Halloween month! Join me and my partner on Tuesdays at 6:30pm ET for Scarlet Hollow and other horror-type games. We'll be doing a Halloween-themed Indie Game Speed Dating stream on Halloween ^_^ And on Thursdays at 3pm ET (as well as some random days and times), I will be doing fanart drawing streams.

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#ship wrecks #ship wrecks gaming #ship wrecks streaming schedule #ship wrecks schedule #ghost draws #halloween #halloween 2023 #scarlet hollow #indie games #youtube #twitch

[exagides]

Today's lunch sketching is 'wow I think I may be getting closer to finalizing this oc's design'

#🛡 ooc #Sorry for my weird schedule I'll get to dms and asks!! Once I'm not at work #I already have a url saved for this oc... #younger version is a smug water type gym leader #Older version is an electric gym leader ( after his ship wrecked ) #At first I was only designing the older version and getting frustrated bc I couldn't settle on something #And then I was like. Just keep the color scheme and make the younger version first. That'll solidify the older version #I still want to change some things. Lean into a stormcloud aesthetic for the older version #Anyway! Off to finish my shift

[dragonofthedepths]

Hobbit AU 29.10.22

Sonic, any ‘verse goes. Sonic, Knuckles.

Sonic fills in for Bilbo (constantly running off and having solo adventures on accident while everyone else is off-screen) Knuckles fills in for Thorin (those are his ancient halls and he is going to have them back regardless of what it costs him ~~he is the last one left who can reclaim them after all~~) Tails + the rest of their freinds fill in for the Company, longstanding freinds of Knuckles' who've never met Sonic before.

Day (516/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Knuckles the Echidna #Knuckles & Sonic #Knuckles x Sonic #shipping goggles optional #The Hobbit #Sonic #Tolkien #Knuckles needs a hug #guess who just rewatched The Hobbit? (part 1) #scribblings from the deep #∞daysofwriting #29th of October #still sick still with a wrecked sleep schedule

[pigeonpeach]

Forced proximity

Prompt: forced to take shelter together from various environmental hazards, how will they handle being so close to you?

Characters: Shenhe, Diluc, Chevreuse, Dehya, Kaeya, Zhongli

Chevreuse

“My musket is waterproof, so we won’t be stopped with the rain.” She said as you ran with her to find shelter. You two had been trying to set up a trap for local criminals using you, a newbie as bait with her in the shadows. Normally you would be against this but you had actually used this before and you didn’t end up with even a scratch from it. As long as Chevreuse was the one you were working with, it was fine.

“I’m more worried about the hypothermia personally.” You complained. Your dainty dress was by no means waterproof. Infact it acted like a sponge, you would be warmer snuggling with cryo slimes than in this getup.

“Over there! There’s a ship wreck, that could offer some shelter if we’re lucky.” She said. The shipwreck seemed recent, probably from the flood of fontaine which displaced many. It seemed this one was relatively in good condition, rust only starting to form on its metal exterior. You ran in with her as you two quickly sought to remove your wet exterior clothes. “We’ll have to remove your dress, sorry if that’s uncomfortable but its just too drenched.” You were a bit surprised but understood.

“Yes I know, just give me sometime.” You said. It wasn’t easy but you knew it had to be done. What made it more difficult was how it clung to you. Hiding behind a broken wall, you undressed to your underwear. You looked to see if she was watching but she had her back turned, trying to get a fire started. You began to squeeze the water out, trying to not get it on you in the process. Next time you should ask for a jacket when she approaches you with the disguise.

“Are you done yet.”

“Almost.. there’s alot of water in this.” You groaned. You noticed she had successfully started a fire. Making sure to isolate it from any flammable objects. You were so cold at that point you just draped your wet dress over your self and sat a bit away from her.

“that bad huh. I’ll just keep my eyes elsewhere then.” She said. “I didn’t think it’d rain today, especially considering how warm it was a second ago.”

“That dastardly hydro dragon. Someone should give them emotional support animal at this rate.” you cursed under your breath.

“It’s probably that one ongoing trial with the serial killer. He’s go a bastard of a lawyer who’s really good at loopholes. Supposedly the final trial is today.”

“They’re not letting that pyscho back out surely?!” You jolted.

“Relax, all it takes is one slip up and he’s got no defense then. Besides, Neuvillette will definitely not let him go if he still considers him guilty.”

“You’re right but considering I fit the bill for his primary victims i can’t exactly sleep soundly until his head is off or he’s imprisoned! I wish Furina was still in the courts, she would’ve never let that man get this far.”

“I’m sure she has her own reasons, but considering how much help you’ve been I’m not going to let you go unguarded. I’ll schedule patrols by your district more and by your areas.”

“You would do that for me? I’m impressed. I didn’t know I did such a good job at being a damsel for hire.” You snickered.

“I mean it. Oh and by the way, your clothes look dry now.” She said. You almost forgot about that.

“Oh, give me a second.”you went back behind your wall to redress yourself, this time leaving the hoop skirt out of it.

“If you’re still cold we should huddle together. That way we can share body heat.” She said as you approached her once more. “My body is warmer than usual because of my vision after all”

“I’ll take you up on that offer then.” You smiled sitting much closer to her than she might’ve expected. “Do you mind a bit of cuddling?”

“With you? No.” She said, her arm wrapped around you almost on instinct. “You’re a bit more special than other people to me.”

“Do you tell that to every damsel you hire?” You tease.

“Oh god of course not! What do you think I am?” She cackled. “You make it sound like you’re some.. prostitute!”

“I am selling my body technically.” You added, jokingly, your head resting on her shoulders almost by instinct.

“Why did you take up that offer anyways? You have a good job, enough to live on the surface anyways.”

“Because I wanted to get stuck in the rain with you obviously! But in seriousness.. i uhh.. had a loan i had to pay and i spent a good majority on my paycheck already. So i needed fast cash and i saw the paper and i took it.” You explained.

“Huh, you sure you weren’t trying to hit on me? Because you were eyeing me during that little training session.” She adds.

“If that’s what you would like it be then yes I was hitting on you.” You said, your eyes trailed to her cheeks to catch a glimpse of her blushing face.

“Hm… I guess you were then.. lets get some rest.. the rain should let up by then.”

You couldn’t help feeling delightful that you finally broke her cold exterior. And with your body so close to hers, you truly felt victorious.

Diluc

“There. Its not much but it should offer some shelter in the meantime.” He said pointing to a old caravan. The roof of it was intact. You two quickly hid under there. Quickly finding your bodies pressed against each other.

“S-sorry.. i can’t move over any more.” You said nervously. But In reality, you didn’t want to move from his warm body at all. It felt like laying on a warm patch of sunlight.

“Its fine. I’ve been told I’m warm enough already. Here.” He took off his jacket, wrapping it across you.

“Thank you… and thank you for saving me from those hilichurls earlier too.” Your heart was racing, it sounded like his was too.

“Its nothing. Those knights, they were supposed to clear the area for merchants.” He scowled.

“Well, it was my fault for making the delivery without a jacket. I should’ve taken Sara’s advice and gone the long way. Its a good thing I still have it.” You managed to pull out the food in question, it was just a simple chicken skewers.

“I suppose you won’t be able to deliver it now, there’s no harm in having it if you’re hungry.” He said. But you offered it to him.

“Have one, you must be hungry. I can’t imagine its easy wielding a claymore on a empty stomach.. besides, there’s already one for myself”

“Why did they order chicken skewers, its the most simple dish to make?” He said almost judge-mentally.

“Well its a special one, we used a marinade for the chicken, try it.” You again offered it to him. He took it. You watched his eyes light up. “Good right? It would be better if it was warm.”

“I’m sure could try it while stopping by.”

“That sounds nice… you’re really warm by the way..” you blurt out. He looks surprised.

“I hope so. Are you warm too?” He asked. You nod.

“We should wait out the storm. I’m sure it shouldn’t be too long.” He said, you realized his face has been red this whole time.

“Although.. My winery isn’t too far from here.. but you said your foot hurt right?”

“I did earlier yes. I might’ve sprained it.” You sigh. “It feels fine now.”

“Hmm… that’s no good. Lets wait until it lightens up then. I can’t risk you injuring yourself further now.”

“I-if you want you could go ahead. It might be better so you’re not stuck out here too.” You say. He seems upset at the idea.

“Absolutely not. You could freeze to death. Lets stay here where I can keep you safe.” His words stuck out to you. Is it possible that he meant that in a more romantic context? Are you just overthinking it?

“I-I’m getting rather tired though.. I almost just want to sleep..” you said. Your eyelids felt a bit heavy, he was just… so warm, his body pressed up against you.. his arms around you… you hoped you would feel this again.

“I’ll keep watch. Just rest a little bit.” He said. As you drifted off to sleep you noticed a light kiss on your head.

“Cute.” He mumbled to himself.

Dehya

“Ugh! I’m so sick of the sand.” You and Dehya were taking shelter inside a cave, you were a professor at the Akademiya, you came out to the desert to study the giant ruin machines so you could do a lesson on them only to get caught in a sandstorm. Lucky for you, Dehya who you had hired, was well versed in the desert.

“Well that’s what you get. Lucky that you hired me, I’m certain you would have never found this cave.” She grinned proudly.

“I’m certain i’d be dead with that stupid wenut poking around. Ugh, what do those things even eat?!” You shook your clothes to get the sand out.

“Idk I’m not the scholar here so.” Dehya grinned.

“Hey my expertise is in machinery.. not oversized worms with no business of existing!” You fussed over your hair, to your shame, it hadn’t survived well. The hair tie you wore must’ve broken while you were busy trying to block the sand out of your eyes. “Ugh.. so much sand in my hair too… this is so unbecoming of me.”

“Unbecoming? You’re a scholar not a model.” Dehya said.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically. “But I need to look professional and well put together. I’m not the prettiest sure but I should at least look like I am a scholar and not some rat drowing in sand!” You found your hair had also knotted together in what you horrifically realized was a huge mess. Not even your hairbrush could save you.. “oh god…” you winced as you got your hairbrush out, it felt painful to brush it out.

“Yikes.. let me help you there.” Dehya said. You turned to her.

“How is your hair fine!” You felt ashamed.

“I dunno, I wasn’t trying to fight the wind back there, but its really not that bad. Here just sit infront of me and I’ll help.”

“Well.. i guess you’re the expert on desert stuff.. do you encounter this problem alot?” You asked, obliging by her request.

“Oh definitely. Alot of eremite gals use praids or tie their hair up in some way. I could put yours in one if you like?”

“If any of it is salvageable that would be nice. You’re actually rather smart yourself.. you would do well in the ak-“

“Nope.”

“Why? I’m not trying to insult your job, especially right now, but I really think you could do alot more in your life!”

“Then who would you hire for all your little adventures then?” She said.

“Well.. there’s dozens of eremites, i could find another. I just think you have potential that you can’t explore in this position.” You sighed.

“I know you mean well but honestly I like it. There’s no way I’d give up the thrill of adventure and fighting for studying some stupid class like.. calculus.” Her voice carried a confidence you envied. But you noticed her hands were quite skilled, you didn’t feel any pain as she brushed out your knots.

“I’ll give you that, math isn’t the most interesting. But even just like reading some books might do you good! I’m not asking you to become my student I just think maybe investing in a library card could be useful!” You felt at ease strangely. You had been a regular of Dehya’s. Mostly because she was the most trustworthy by review, and also she was a woman. You didn’t exactly want to travel alone with just a man you didn’t know. And also she was rather pretty to look at.

“That is actually a interesting suggestion. I might take you up on that sometime.” She smiled. “Say, how come you always pick me? I heard from the other Eremites that you even canceled a whole trip you had planned because I wasn’t available.”

“W-well..” you blushed. “I just trust you the most. These conditions aren’t exactly easy for me and I’d rather traverse dangerous terrain with someone I trust and someone I know. Besides it gives me the opportunity to not rely on my colleagues’ decisions. I’m not as social as you might think.”

“You sure that’s it? You’re willing to sacrifice papers and lessons just because you don’t trust the other eremites? You know we didn’t start off besties here, what made you pick me in the first place? And it not like its just because I’m a girl, there’s plenty of female eremites out there well versed in combat like myself. I could recommend them to you.”

“I- just.. have a preference for you. Nothing wrong about that is there? Its more mora in your pocket so why should you care?” You pouted. She chuckled behind you.

“Easy now. I didn’t mean to sound like I was complaining. Its nice seeing how loyal you are to me.” You just feel her cocky smirk from behind. But your ego was quickly forgotten as she finished brushing out your knots, now starting to braid them. “If it does any good, you are my favorite customer. That and the traveler but its not like they hire me or anything. I’ve rather enjoyed our adventures. Maybe you should join the eremites~”

“Absolutely not! If i could handle it on my own then i would. Y-you do realize that- oh.. I see what you’re doing.” You sigh.

“See, its not fun when people question your career choices. Much less trying to push their own onto you. This is my dream job, I don’t need to take a class to perfect it.”

“Well to be honest I just would like to see you more that’s all.” You blurted out. Dehya realized you had been blushing this whole time. She seemed a bit surprised. “Those other scholars at the Akademiya are most old geezers with flies in their head reiterating the same sentiments with little flexibility. I much rather talk to you even if you don’t understand those concepts. I just… like to be around you that’s all.”

“Woah. That makes scholarly life alot less appealing you know?”

“I’m not trying to recruit you here! I just.. wanted a excuse to see you around more.” Silence fell between you two. You worried if you had been too open then, letting her know how you felt… “Y-you know there’s talk from Faruzan about opening a school or class in the desert. I think you could help with that.”

“That’s actually rather interesting. Whats her plan?”

“Oh just literacy. Its so they can read more complex topics. Oh and Kaveh was working on a library for the Aaru village too. I wanted to ask what books you think would appeal to the desert kids?” You added.

“Maybe if you have some textbooks that’d be easy or-“

“I mean like fiction. What did you want to learn about as a kid?” You said looking at her. You were a bit surprised to see such a fond look in her eyes. It made your heart thump ad your confidence wavered.

“Well.. I wanted to- hey.. the storms over.” Dehya said looking out at the entrance. You almost forgot about the storm.

“Oh.. maybe we should spend the night here just in case.” You said.

“You just want to keep talking don’t you.” Dehya smiled.

“Well yes. But also my feet are killing me still.”

Shenhe

“Its getting cold out, we need to seek shelter immediately.” Shenhe said. But it was only a light downpour. You felt a little whimsical.

“Oh its such a pretty sight. Rain in the snow.. oh I love it.” You quickly got out your camera to take a few photos. “There will be more icicles soon. Ooh it would make fo such a go- OH?” You quickly were picked up by Shenhe as she located a nearby hilichurl camp.

“Wait but what about- wait why is it empty.” You noted how old it looked. Dust collecting, various masks strewn about, broken. Shenhe set you down letting you looked around.

“I use this camp as my training grounds. Unfortunately they stopped trying to claim this area. But we should be aboe to take shelter in here.” She said. You were surprised by how nice it looked. Hay bedding, animal skins. You could easily make a bed with this. The roof did leak but it would do.

“I still think we could find somewhere better. The rain isn’t so ba-“ you were startled back into her arms as lightning struck not too far away. “Okay lets go inside..” you started to bunch up the hay together into a nest almost. Shenhe watched with curiosity.

“What is that for?” She asked.

“I’m making a bed. You can join if you would like. Its good to keep warm.” You said, bringing the animal skins to use as blankets. She joined you as you two cuddled in the makeshift bed.

“It is quite warm actually. You’ve done well.” Shenhe’s praise had you beaming with pride.

“Ah thank you… you don’t have to be so close you know?” You said.

“Do you want me to move away?” She seemed confused.

“Actually its fine. I don’t mind it.” You said.

“I’m getting rather tired.. you’re quite warm actually.” Shenhe pulled you in closer catching you off guard.

“O-oh. That’s good. I think we can take a rest. So long as No hilicurls come by.”

“They won’t. I laid out those masks to warn them not to come back. Its been months since any have returned.” She mumbled. “I should move them then. They make for good practice.”

“Lets not talk about murdering hilichurls right now please?” You asked.

“Right… so.. do you sleep outside often? You seem to know what to do.”

“No but I know that the barn cats use the hay in my family’s cellar for their bedding. I figured it must be comfortable.”

“You were right. This is quite nice.. I can imagine this bed would make many cat’s comfortable.” She said. You smiled at her imagination.

“Thank you.. I think… i may rest my eyes for a bit.. the sound of the rain outside is luring me to sleep, but im still nervous.”

“I’ll keep watch then. You get some rest.” She said. You smiled resting your head on her chest.

Zhongli

You were traveling with Zhongli, a funeral consultant on your way to Chenyu valley. But you two ran into a problem…

“I didn’t know it could rain like that here!” You felt spooked as you clung to the much taller male. “I just hope it doesn’t start to thunder ei-“ on cue lighting struck the bridge right infront of you.

“Lets find shelter then. Stay close to me. We don’t want to get separated here of all places.” His eyes scanning across the landscape. He spotted a cave and immediately pointed. “There. We should find some shelter there.”

You two quickly retreated into the cave, you silently thanked rex lapis that caves were abundant in this area.

“Lucky for us, there isn’t anyone else here.” He said as you two came in deeper. Finding it empty and relatively dry.

“I-its a shame we can’t make a fire. There isn’t any wood in here..” you lament. “I’m cold.”

“There seems to be a bit of a coal deposit here actually.” He said, poking at what just looked like a splot on the wall. “Here, I’ll retrieve it.” Using his Geo abilities he was able to crack some out of the wall. Putting it in s pile as you watched with fascination.

“You’re very well versed in rocks for a funeral director. Is it your geo vision or just your knowledge.” You asked.

“A mix of both, I’m quite well versed in the topic yes, but my vision does help.” He said. “Now we can use two rocks to make a spark.. we should be careful as coal leaves alot of smoke.” You took two stones and rubbed them against each other, looking to make a spark. It worked and a small flame started to grow.

“Excellent. We’ll stay here until the weather dies down.” You said, instinctively sitting next to him, leaning on him. He seemed a bit surprised. “O-oh sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“Oh it’s quite alright. It might help to cuddle for warmth. I hope you don’t mind.” He said politely.

“I-i don’t mind.” You said. His hand wrapped around you, not too tight but not to loose either. It felt rather nice like this. Your cheeks were tinted with red as he pressed himself against you.

“Are you comfortable right now?” He asked. You nodded. Maybe you should consider traveling with him a little more.

Kaeya

“You do know you’ll need more firewood than that.” Kaeya teased as you attempted to start a fire. You sighed.

“Then get some. Don’t just sit here and look pretty.” You grumbled as you rubbed the sticks together. He chuckled.

“Right right. And it was you who insisted they didn’t need a second jacket.” He smiled, you wore his cloak as he had offered it earlier.

“Well I didn’t expect us to stay the night here.”

“You should know a trip to dragonspine isn’t a one day venture. But with that out of the way, I’ll get some firewood.” He said leaving briefly. Just as he left you got the fire going. You smiled.

“See! I told you i could- oh right.” You said. Feeling his absence quickly. You huddled by the fire as you waited for him to come back.

It felt like he was gone forever when he finally came back. Arms full of firewood.

“Miss me?” He said as he noticed the frozen tears on your cheeks.

“No.. just come over here… you’re probably cold..” you said. Patting the ground besides you.

“Oh now you want to cuddle.” He smiled as he took your offer. Setting the firewood aside.

“You scared me you know..” you said.

“Well I just wanted to gather as much wood as possible. That way we can make it through the blizzard. These blizzards can last very long you know?” He snickered as you jolted.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You grumbled.

“I’m not trying to scare you. Just preparing you for the worst. Don’t worry, we have plenty of rations. And this fire is quite strong. You did a good job.” He smiled drawing his hand across your shoulder.

“Thanks..”you grumbled. You scooted closer to him as you felt a chill run down your spine. “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy like this. But you do realize we still haven’t made it halfway to Albedo’s office right?” He said. You stared at him with a look of defeat.

“Ugh! I’m never going to make it!” You whined.

“Oh you’ll live.” He chuckled. “I’m here afterall. I’ll drag you up that mountain if I have to.”

“Well… I guess its good I have you then. I’d probably be dead by now if I went by myself.”

“Oh please, Jean would never send a new night here alone. But your gratitude is appreciated.” He smiled.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #domestic fluff #diluc x you #wlw #diluc x y/n #shenhe x reader #chevreuse #chevreuse x reader #dehya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Kids Anger Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 ~ Part 4

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

Kid hasn’t been the same since finding you. He hasn’t even been his normal angry self. It’s like he’s become a shell of who he was and Killer can’t seem to snap him out of it. Killer was the one to break down you cell door and pick up your limp body, yelling at Kid the entire time to snap out of it. It wasn’t until the room was empty and Kid had realized he was staring at the stained floor that he started moving again.

        The cell was clearly your torture chamber, the thought of someone hurting you sent him into a blinding rage. He knew Killer had taken you so he could wreck as much havoc as he wanted without care. He doesn’t remember much of what happened after Killer had taken you away, but he does know that the entire crews Bounties had gone up after they had left the island.

        Killer gripping you limp body on the other hand rushed to get you back to the ship, there was no way anyone on this island would dare to treat you, especially not after hearing the destruction that had started behind him. The Navy base had been made of metal and steel and he could hear Kid using his power to decimate the area. But that wasn’t his concern right now, you had started to turn cold.

        Jumping back onto the ship he ran towards the room they deemed the infirmary. Killer had thought it overkill to have an entire room dedicated to medicine and first aid when you had first come aboard but he couldn’t be more glad that you had been insistent on the semi-sterilized room. He passed Hip on his way in who had quickly followed them to help with whatever injuries you had.

        No one on board was a skilled doctor, everyone knew basic first aid and a couple knew how to stitch or tourniquets a limb good enough. Hip by far was the most qualified to be called the ships doctor but even that was a stretch, sure she had been the one to cauterize Kids arm when it had been ripped off but it was still a far cry from being knowledge or skilled.

        None the Less she gets to work closing up your wounds, she starts by stopping blood flow to your shoulder, a tight tourniquet, to make sure the infection doesn’t spread further. Taking her time to slowly look at the wound before she realizes the Bullets still in and goes to fish it out.

        Your body, while cold, was covered in sweat and every movement and prod made you face slightly contort, a good sign in Killers mind as he got more supplies out to be used. He quickly walked out to inform everyone to be prepared to leave the second Kid gets back before going back in to assist Hip.

        As he walks in he sees her pour whiskey into the wound and sees you flinch violently at the sudden pain. Despite being on the verge of death it seems you still have some fight left in you. Hip demands Killer help flip you over and without a thought he does so. Hip gasps at the deep gashes littering you back, and what skin left stained a deep purple almost black. Killer is the first one to start treating your back as Hip gets her bearings again, grabbing a needle and some thread to go in after Killer disinfects the wounds.

~~~

        Kid had come back after night had fallen, passing out the second he gets on deck, and just as soon as he passes out the rest of the crew is working at leaving the hidden cove. Killer could feel the vessel move and he was almost glad it had taken Kid this long to get back, there were more injuries than he had thought and it had been a couple hours since they started working on you.

        It was only once the night became the darkest that they had finished bandaging you up, your breathing shallow still. The rest of the crew seemed relieved that Kid and Killers mission to retrieve you had been a success but it became all the more worrisome when Hip came out of the room covered in blood and exhausted.

        She’s the one that set up a schedule to make sure you were never alone. And as much as Killer wanted to move you to an actual bed, he was afraid to move you. He muttered under his breathe, begging you to just wake up, this had been hard enough when he went through it with Kid. But he didn’t have the reassurance he had back then, he believed Kid would make it through his ordeal, he was only missing an arm, you on the other hand… You were weaker than them, and your injuries seemed so much more severe.

        As he’s leaning over you, not even daring to hold your hand in fear of harming you more, the door opens and shuts. A small huff and creaking of chairs lets the blonde man know that the other was finally there. “She’s alive” Kid whispers, his voice slightly wavering. Killer feels the red-head shake slightly and leans on him.

        “Hip thinks we should amputate her arm” Killer says, his voice weak and dry, “She. The infection, she thinks its too much” The bandages on you were already slightly dirty, and no doubt they’d be changing them again soon.

        Kid lets out a weak chuckle, “We could twin.” Killer also seemed to let out an amused huff at the idea. Neither of them looked at each other and silence feel upon them as they both watched you chest slightly move with your labored breathing.

~~~

        It’s been a week and you didn’t show signs of getting better, but you also didn’t show signs of getting worse. You were on the constant edge of Life and Death but for the most part you had seemed stable. Kid spent his days silent, unusual for how he normally was. His only direction given to the crew was to go someplace where there was a doctor, any other interaction was from the rambunctious crew checking to make sure he was alright himself, and eating.

        Killer had taken it upon himself to be in charge of changing your bandages, taking extra time to check every wound and using more alcohol to disinfect anything he deemed dirty, lightly dabbing at anything that had continued to bleed or somehow re-opened. Kid could barely watch, he hated this, he hated you, he hated how weak you had become. Where was his feisty little mouse? The one that wasn’t afraid to hit him even if you knew it would hurt him. Laying in front of him was an empty shell that he was terrified to touch, he just wanted you back.

        At some point through out the week Kid had convinced Killer to move you to an actual bed, to their bed. It didn’t matter that they’d have to change sheets often to keep them clean for you, nor did it matter that it meant neither of them had a bed to lay on, both of them would rather sleep on the floor before making you any more uncomfortable.

        Quincy would come often enough with fluids and somehow got you to drink by holding your nose shut, the first time she had done it Kid nearly attacked her, thinking she was trying to suffocate you. But once the misunderstanding was resolved He’d reluctantly sit back and watch you swallow in order to gasp for air. Killer had assumed it was a good sign.

        It wasn’t until Kid had finally decided to lightly grip your hand that a moan had left your lips. Killer had jumped from his chair hearing it and joined you two on the other side of the bed. A small squeeze to Kids hand had made him reinvigorated and nearly screaming for you to wake up only for Killer to hit his head to be more quiet.

        But just as quickly as you had given them both hope, you had sent them over the edge when you broke out into a fever. Your brows furrowing as you took a turn for the worse. Kid had gotten a part of his soul back and went running out, demanding they reach an island by the morning and Killer took to work to wipe you down of sweat, changing your bandages as often as the sweat soaked through them.

        Despite it all the two had become exhausted and it was Hip who had decided to lock them out of their own room, demanding they get some sleep as she looked over you for the night. Begrudgingly, they both agreed, opting to not break the door open and instead heading to the rec room where there were some hammocks and a couch.

        As they both got situated, Killer on the couch and Kid in a hammock, a foot placed on the ground the silence overwhelmed them. “What if.” Kid started, staring at the ceiling, “What if she doesn’t wake up?” Killer could hear how broken Kid was, “All because I couldn’t shut myself up-“ Silence filled the air as Kid refused to let a sob out, “and didn’t realize when our mouse was hurt.”

Killer stayed silent, not wanting to reveal his own emotions, but instead got up and somehow squeezed himself into the already occupied hammock. Kid seemed to breathe in, holding his breathe for a second before laughing a bit, “We’re not kids anymore Killer- We don’t fit like this” Moving slightly to try and get more comfortable.

“I can leave if you wan-“

“Don’t you dare leave me,” Kid's voice was demanding yet weak as he placed his head on Killer's chest.

#Kid x Reader X Killer #One Piece #Kid #Killer #Angst #Part 3 #One Piece X Reader

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba Schutte BTS; Extended Battle Jacket Scene; Alex Sherman and his Butt; Rhys Darby; UK Crew Billboard Meetup; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight/Podcasts; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Samba BTS Explosion =

Most of you have probably seen it by now, but Samba posted the longer version of the Battle Jacket scene that Ruibo mentioned yesterday in the WJW interview.

= Alex Sherman =

Samba also gave us some more BTS Videos, but tumblr won't let me upload more than one video at a time per post, so here they are on separate posts:

Alex Sherman BTS Part 1: Buttox Guy

Alex Sherman BTS Part 2: Buttox Guy and Arm Guy

BTS OFMD Extras

== Rhys Darby ==

Well with no context, my only thought is maybe Rhys is going to be playing Dungeons of Eternity next on his youtube channel! I guess we'll see.

== Taika Waititi Kudoboard!==

Several lovely crew-mates have been putting together a Kudosboard for our dear Taika Waititi!

Please add your kind words, well wishes, thanks, or other positive thoughts for Taika! We will share the link with him on Wednesday, March 13.

Please note that this board is moderated and inappropriate comments will be removed immediately.

https://ofmdlove.kudoboard.com/boards/Mi5DxyBL#view

== UK Crew ==

The UK Billboard has been scheduled for 11 Mar!

Tumblr / Instagram / Twitter

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= A League Of Their Own =

Tomorrow the 6th is ALOTO Episodes 4-5, and then OFMD 4-5 Time: 1-4PM EST/6-9PM GMT Where: You can watch ALOTO on Amazon Prime

Watch Party Hashtags:

OurFlagMeansBaseball, 

SaveOFMD 

SaveALOTO to join the event!

= Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1 =

Don't have access? DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th. 

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

Never Left Artwork by Amy Gleason

Episode 007 Beautiful Princess Disorder (Part 1)

Our lovely crew-mates over at the Never Left Podcast are delving into BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder or Beautiful Princess Disorder) and how it relates to Edward Teach. Very interesting and kind discussion of BPD and it's coming in multiple parts. I'm so happy that we have a safe-space-ship to discuss this.

Never Left Podcast Linktr.ee

= Cast Cards =

Today's new Trading Card is Will Arnett! Thank you @melvisik for giving us more and more to collect!

== WB is removing stuff from Etsy ==

FYI to all you sellers out there on Etsy. Thanks @ofmdfanpage for this info.

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. It's that time again to take a moment for yourself, and do a quick self-care check.

First: Have you had any water lately? Anything to eat?

Whatever you're doing, take a minute to get yourself a glass of water, maybe a small snack, the rest will be there when you get back. I know it feels like you absolutely CANNOT stop what you're doing, or you won't get back to it, but I promise you, unless what you're doing is literally life-saving (like open-heart surgery) or you're in the middle of driving a bus full of people, it can wait a couple minutes.

I know you're strong enough to push through and keep going, but you deserve a break. You deserve a minute or two to yourself.

Second: Time to take a deep breath.

Remember to hold it just for a second or two and take your time breathing it out.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Great job :)

Today I was reminded of a short meditation poem by Thich Nhat Hanh on breathing that used to help me get through rough days and I wanted to share it with you-- with each line, breathe in and out slowly. Here's more on it if you're interested: Meditation Poem

In, Out Deep, Slow Calm, Ease Smile, Release Present Moment, Wonderful Moment

Right now, you're the wonderful, present being. You're alive, you're breathing, and you're kicking ass. It's fucking tough out there sometimes, and it's okay to struggle, just don't ever forget how incredibly unique and wonderful you are.

Infinite numbers of events, random meetings, and stars colliding led up to the imperfect, glorious you, and you're still here, shining with us (whether dim or bright tonight).

Love you crew. Whatever challenges you're facing, know we're here for you. Reach out if you need us <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is THAT STASH.

Taika Src: @skux-life Rhys Srs: @fandomsmeantheworldtome

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #samba schutte #alex sherman #taika waititi #kudoboard #save ofmd crew #uk crew #podcasts #safe space ship

[depravitymoon]

My favorite Yandere Types

Author's note: I will spare you the sob story and just say that my uncle needed my help right after he got out the hospital. It wrecked my scheduling and I already promised that I would do better with posting more frequently, so I did another ramble post. These classifications aren't polished in any way. I just spouted whatever comes to mind. Enjoy!

Note #2: Sorry if the pic for Laidback Yan is blurry. I'll figure out how to do memes better next time. Also, all the yanderes listed are male yandere because that's my personal favorite.

Sugar Daddies

Kind of a "money comes at a price" thing I always love. 

Pro: Spoils you. 

Con: Thinks he owns your life.

Personally, I'm not a fan of the 'I'll isolate you' types. In fact, I think it'll be cooler to see a yandere use darling's loved ones to his advantage, such as "How desperate are you to get your sister into that art school?" and "It would be a shame if your brother doesn't have that dream job. I'm sure you'd do ANYTHING to make that happen if you could, right?"

Sadist/Psycho

He wakes up and chooses violence. Just an absolute menace to society. You'd have to make bad choices in your life to have him obsessed with you. I love this one, because writers can be very creative on how they act towards darling and towards the world. Typically their MO is "I wont hesitate to beat and shoot people. Not even you, darling! You just get it less."

Femboy/Otouto

My love for this is clearly inspired by Narancia (JJBA) and Bachira (Blue Lock). It's a guy who's naive, hyper, sweet, just so adorable that he'll have you thinking he's non-threatening. Then, the yanderu comes out and shows you just how dangerous and manipulative he can be. Also, he will get aggressive when you try slipping from him. I imagine this type always using overt guilt tripping.

Mr.Hades

Emo boy kidnaps a ball of sunshine to cure his lonely depression, such as Hades taking Persephone. There's not much else to say since this shipping dynamic (brooding x happy-go-lucky) is very popular. 

Laidback

The laidback yandere that dont seem Yandere at all. He's super chill, actually gives you freedoms, and seems alright letting you socialize with people. What's the issue? Seems like a normal boyfriend! That's why I love them! So where does the Yanderu part comes in? In many different ways! Usually, in the form of a blackmailer or a tracker. It's easy to let you do what you want when you're never really that far from him or he has you fearing the consequence enough to trust you'll come back to him willingly. Honestly, I might do my own post on laidback yanderes.

#yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #ramblings #rough draft #dark content #dark romance #yandere types #yandere theory

[the-fever-dream-highs]

your electric touch- j. champion

"Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life"

part 1 / part 2

ship- jack champion x fem!reader

summary- Y/n arrived to the first day of shooting for Scream 6. Due to her busy schedule, you weren't even sure you'd be able to be in it, but the director was dead set on having you in the film. She felt underprepared and anxious about this new part to portray. Today would be your first day meeting everyone and nerves were overtaking her whole being. Luckily there's a boy with a sweet smile and deep eyes. Almost instantly sparks fly between the two, sending electric shocks.

content warnings?- use of she/her pronouns / use of y/n /

word count- 1422

Y/n looked as if she had seen a ghost. And in a weird way she had. The reflection looking back into her eyes barely emulated the real her. The skin on her face was smooth and moisturized with a permanent blush layered on her cheeks. Her hair was styled and her lips colored a soft shade of cherry red. Not a thing out of place. Not an imperfection in sight.

It was something she couldn't seem to ever get used to. The moment when the make-up and hair for your character was done for the first time and everything finally sets in. This was the character she would be living in for the time being. It was up to her to portray everything correctly and believably. Something she had been amazing at in the past, but this time was different.

Her hectic schedule had left her with little time to truly bond herself and get in the mindset of this new complex character. Usually, she takes a lot of time to let the characters backstory and personality become one with her. Because of all the filming of her other projects she had had no time. She was a perfectionist, and this was not idle. All of this was leading to her nerves and anxiety were fully consuming her insides. She was underprepared. She was a wreck. She was-

Y/n jumped at the sudden loud knocks at her trailer door, finally returning to reality from her over-thinking mind.

"We need you on set!" Someone called, their voice gruffy and dry. She could tell he was also not into the whole early wake-up call thing. Grabbing her phone, she made her way to the door, bracing herself with deep breaths. Wishing up to the universe above for a day of smooth filming and no slip-ups from her. She couldn't afford it.

"Here we go..." she whispered, reaching for the door handle.

After many wrong turns and an almost anxiety attack, she finally arrived at where she needed to be. In the middle of all the busy workers and chaos of people putting last touches on the set, there was a huddle of people. These from, what she could tell, were her new co-stars.

She began walking up to them, their voices getting louder and louder. Her eyes made contact with a rather tall boy with curly hair. His eyes widened slightly. The others began to notice he wasn't focused on the conversation anymore, and they turned to see what he was so entranced by. That's when they all saw her.

It wasn't like she was some new or underground actress. She was pretty well known from being in some blockbuster movies. She finally got close enough to everyone. "Hi! I'm Y/n." she said, smiling softly at them. Jenna walked out from the group and towards her. "Hi! I'm Jenna. It's really great to finally meet you."

Everyone began to introduce themselves to her, one by one. Some of them she already knew from the previous Scream movie, but some were new faces. Everyone seemed nice and excited to be here. The atmosphere was high.

It was finally the curly haired boy's turn to introduce himself and she couldn't deny the excitement that bloomed within her. She was dying to learn of his name.

"I'm Jack," he said. He flashed her million-dollar smile that made her knees weak and her head spin. She was already hooked. They stared at each other for a second, trying to see who would look away first. Both of them not wanting the moment to end just yet.

Someone began calling for the group and they were forced to end the intense eye contact. He began walking towards the man calling, a red blush had formed on his cheeks. Y/n smiled a small smile, her face hidden behind her hair. "Jack" she whispered. She had never felt this way about a boy. Really, she had never felt anything towards a guy. This was a first. Her work left her little time to really think about stuff like that. Life was already overflowing with commitments and a relationship is a big one. Her life had been a ghost town but a part of her wanted to believe he could fill it up with life and love. How it was supposed to be at seventeen.

There was only a month left of shooting and Y/n was the happiest she had ever been. The cast was becoming more of a family to her every day. This was the first time she was truly enjoying every second on set. Each day was a new amazing memory that she would remember for years to come. Everything was perfect.

Over the weeks, her relationship with Jack was growing more and more. Everyone knew they were both falling in love with each other. The two didn't hide it. Yet, both of them wouldn't come to the realization that they both liked each other. They kept telling themselves it was a one-way love. That was the farthest from the truth. The stolen glances, the longing stares, the small touches that sent electric shocks. They were in love, but they wouldn't admit it to each other.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when filming ends... This is the best time I've ever had." Y/n's head was laying on Jack's lap looking up at him. His fingers played and messed with strands of her hair, sometimes gently scratching her scalp to hopefully bring her some comfort. They were hidden in the safety of her trailer, trying to get away from everyone's prying eyes. Also, it had air conditioning. "We'll still be friends, right?"

His face slipped for a second. "Friends" he thought. The word hurt more than he thought it ever would. "Of course, we will." he looked down at her. "You can't get rid of me that easily." he laughed, watching as she sat up.

She turned, moving her legs so they dangled off the couch. All she wanted to do was tell him how she felt but she began to think of every possible outcome. She began to get sucked in by her thoughts, getting lost deeper in her mind. He noticed it instantly and wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his side.

"Hey... What are you thinking about?" he whispered, drawing shapes on her soft skin, not knowing the fact it was sending an internal warmth through her. All he wanted to do was tell her how he felt, but he could tell she was about to open up and didn't want to set her off course. Also, he was fearing rejection, but he wouldn't admit that.

"If I tell you something you have to promise you won't use this against me or make fun of me about it." she said jokingly, looking deep into his eyes. She tried to make the words come out, but it was only silence.

He thought he was being slick, letting his eyes fall to her lips for only a moment. Blood started to rush to his cheeks from their proximity. He could swear he could hear her heartbeat.

Her mind was trying to convince herself it was an accident but the way he looked at her said a different story. Was this happening or was she taking the situation out of proportion? She couldn't tell if she was making things up to make her believe just maybe he was into her.

"Can I kiss you?..." He whispered, thinking he might die from the excitement and fear. He raised his hand, moving a piece of her hair behind her ear. Though he didn't take his hand away from her face, only setting it on her cheek. He thought he might explode when she didn't move away from his touch.

Her breath hitched at the question and the action. She thought for a moment before nodding her head just once. Her leg was shaking slightly. He leaned in, using his hand on her cheek to guide her to his lips.

The kiss was electric. They could feel the sparks flying from the contact. Slowly but surely, they grew more comfortable, letting the passion and love be shown through. They had waited so long that for that kiss. Neither wanted the kiss to ever end, just like they didn't want that very first moment together to end. This was better than anything either of them had ever felt. It was perfect. Just perfect.

a/n- Hi!!!! This is my first time ever writing like this and I will say this is sort of cringy (lmao) but it's okay. Sometimes it's what you need. I really hope you all enjoy this because I debated for a while if I should actually post this but it's whatever. I will say, I would absolutely love if you sent requests because coming up with stuff is harddd.

If anyone has any tips or suggestions, I would greatly appreciate them.

Anyways I hope you're having a wonderful day and enjoyed the oneshot.

Byeeee!

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #taylor swift #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #swiftie #scream #scream franchise #scream vi #scream 6 #ethan landry

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Digital Love (Obey me)

Includes : Beelzebub, Leviathan, Asmodeus and Lucifer.

How the boys catalogue their affection for MC on their DDD's.

This was a random idea that popped into my head while I was playing this morning, so naturally, I wrote HC's for it! As always, let me know if you want a part two for the remaining brothers/ undateables.

Beelzebub has a rotating lock screen of MC eating. No, not just eating, enjoying their food.

Their cheeks are full like a little hamster, their eyes scrunched up as they smile in delight, sometimes there's s crumb on their cheek, sometimes it's just their reaction to having certain foods put in front of them.

He's got a running catalogue of their favourite foods in the form of pictures he's taken of their reactions. MC might complain that those pictures are unflattering, but their relationship to food has improved massively since they started hanging out with Beel.

It's not just fuel anymore, it's an experience, and thanks to Beel and those rotating lock screens of his, it's a good experience over every meal.

Leviathan also sneaks pictures, but it's of various other expressions.

MC's become quite the gamer since they started having gaming sessions in Levi's room. It absolutely wrecks their sleep schedule, but Levi gets to renew his wallpaper, so he invites them over as often as his social batteries will allow.

His lock screen is always Ruri-Chan, everyone knows that, but he felt it'd be a waste if he didn't capture the awesomeness of MC's serious face.

It's a face they only make when they're absolutely kicking ass, and working for it, especially in first person shooters.

Their brows are ever-so-slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in what he can only call, sexy brooding.

Sometimes, he screen-records their runs so he can watch them back later, keeping records of how awesome MC's gotten since they started, even showing them off on Devilgram with the hashtag #notanormieanymore.

The picture of their face lit up by the screen though? The smile they wear after they win, those he keeps for himself. Hoarding them like a dragon.

If MC ever catches him taking those pictures though, he turns redder than Beel's hair and denies ever admiring that pretty face at all.

It's no secret that Asmodeus fills his camera roll with selfies, there's not much else to see in his gallery.

Except of course for the entire album dedicated to MC trying on clothes-but that's private information.

It could be a photoshoot he talked them into, or just snapshot of MC just being themselves, he'll find an angle and make it aesthetic.

Make no mistake, those picture will find themselves on devilgram, and MC will be majestically confused as to where the hell they came from. Half the time, the human doesn't even recognise themselves in those pictures.

'What do you mean it doesn't look like you? If anything those pictures don't even do you justice sweety! You are almost as perfect as me, after all!'

Whether or not MC knows it, they are now an internet power couple with Asmo, they even have a ship name, not that Asmo will ever let his brothers learn about that, he doesn't want to start a war.

Lucifer doesn't take pictures, and if he did, they'd be framed on his desk like the one of MC posing with all his brothers. He smiles every time he sees it, because he hadn't planned on being in it, but the human insisted that the a family portrait had to include the whole family.

He smiles every time he sees that picture, just like he does when he catches MC humming along to his records.

The eldest loves his music, and though he has a strong preference for classical records, there is an exception: any song MC chooses to sing.

Ever since they'd put on a musical play, he's been in love with MC's voice. After Barbatos and Mammon's singing lessons, MC can belt out tunes like the best of them, and they do it randomly throughout the day.

Lucifer often requests their help with sorting files or some other mundane task, preferably somewhere without much background noise, all so he can tap record as they start those first notes.

The human will mindlessly start a song as they're working, lyrics flowing easily from their lips, and whether they get all the way through the song or not doesn't matter, Lucifer records every note.

Those recordings aren't for good days, for the days MC's nearby, wreaking havoc with his brothers or fluttering about the Devildom like the indomitable force of nature they've become. Those recordings are for the days when they're far away, too far to touch.

He's too proud to just call them, too proud to admit he misses them, so he'll play those recordings, and if he closes his eyes, he can imagine the human standing at his bookshelf, re-organising volumes with songs on their lips.

Maybe, just maybe, he won't be too proud to call them soon.

#obey me x mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub x mc #beel x mc #obey me leviathan x mc #leviathan x mc #levi x mc #obey me asmodeus x mc #asmo x mc #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x mc

[ltwilliammowett]

Wreck of the Helvetia, Rhossili, Wales

The Norwegian-built barque Helvetia was scheduled to sail from New Brunswick, Canada, to Swansea Harbour in October 1887, loaded with 500 tonnes of timber. Just 5 miles from the harbour, strong winds forced the ship to remain at sea for the night, in the hope that conditions would improve the following day. The next morning the Helvetia was blown through the water, damaging the boat and ending up in Rhossili Bay.

The anchor was dropped, but this wasn’t enough to safeguard the ship, and the reluctant captain and his crew were forced to abandon the Helvetia, which they did safely. By the next day, the Helvetia was stranded and its timber cargo strewn across the beach. This precious debris was collected and sold by local timber merchants, while the Helvetia slowly sank deeper into the sands over the next century. Parts of it still protrude up onto the beach.

#naval history #naval artifacts #shipwreck #helvetia #19th century #age of steam #barque

[ghost-in-the-hella]

Ship Wrecks streaming schedule for Septembarrr 2023! Subject to change of course, but this is the plan. It's going to be a fun month! Lots of specials and new things ^_^

Follow us on YouTube or Twitch.

[Image ID: Digital illustration of a treasure map with text in a nautical-themed font. Text reads: Septembarrr Streaming Schedule. Tuesdays @6:30pm ET - 5, 12, 19, 26: Oxenfree. Thursdays @3pm ET - 7: Starfield, 14: Ghost Paints, 21: Max Birthday Special, 28: A Short Hike. Specials! Saturdays @1pm - 9: 2nd Streamiversary Special, 23: 100 Subscriber Special. Twitch: ShipWrecksGaming. YouTube: Ship Wrecks.]

#ship wrecks #ship wrecks streaming schedule #ship wrecks schedule #streaming schedule #youtube #twitch #queer streamers #queer gamers #trans streamers #trans gamers #lgbtqia #queer #trans #nonbinary #nonbinary streamers #nonbinary gamers

[fukae-flwr]

Stained Hearts & Dark Desires

Chapter 2: Compromises over Pride

Summary: Edith is caught in a very tough position. Enemies from her past have got her cornered, and now her fate lies with them. Maybe she can sway them in her favor.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: adult language, dirty thoughts if you squint hard,

Rating: MATURE 18+ (No Minors)

Chapter: 3

She waited with bated breath, heart pounding in her ears. She watched both men for any sign of aggression, or retaliation. They could attack the second she let her guard down. Her eyes saw the pain, relief and overall gentle fondness they had when gazing at her. Her heart wanted to believe them, but her mind refused to fall for it. As soon as they accepted she was alive, their bittersweet joy would turn to a roaring fire of rage. She was alive, and they had finally found her.

All those years of dodging them, going to great lengths to avoid them gone thanks to a momentary lapse in judgment. She had barely escaped out the upstairs window onto the roof as soon as she had heard Ominis and Sebastian approaching. Thinking she could just quietly slide off the roof onto the stack of wood Anne had behind the house, she dangled from the edge, trying to get her footing right. Unfortunately for her, the hay had been tickling her nose just enough for her to sneeze. Which, in turn, caused her to lose her footing, go tumbling down into the pile of wood, and knock all the wood pieces over with a painfully loud noise. Years of being masterful at stealth, and today was the one day she failed miserably at it.

Edith blamed the boys; they gave off an energy that always made her turn into some klutzy fool. Her luck was exponentially bad around them. She recalled too many times in their chases of her where they had come unbelievably close to capturing her due to her luck being gods awful that day. She’d always barely escape and played it off like it was all planned, when in reality she was sweating buckets. Nothing ever went to plan when Sebastian and Ominis were involved. Today was the day her luck had decided to up and leave her, resulting in her capture. She cursed every god under the sun for her rotten luck.

It was clear when she arrived that Anne had been taken. Everything was thrown about, the door blasted in, papers scattered about. Edith had frantically searched for anything. She had taught Anne that in a crisis to hide to the best of her abilities. She knew that by making enemies, it would put Anne at risk. So they went over things to do when this occurred. From the way the cottage had been torn apart, her small training sessions with Anne on protecting herself paid off. Anne didn’t go without a fight. The only reason everything was so immaculate was thanks to Edith casting repairo on everything. She couldn’t raise any alarms with the boys or the neighbors, a fat lot of good it did.

Bringing Edith back to her current situation. Anne disappeared, with hardly a clue as to where or why, not to mention due to her lack of arriving for their scheduled “appointment” now Anne was on borrowed time. Then topping it all off, Sebastian and Ominis decided today was the day they finally caught the elusive Masked Wizard. There was no way they were going to let her leave here alone. Perhaps not ship her off Azkaban just yet, but definitely not leaving her sight, which put a hinderience on finding Anne. Any way she looked at it, she was fucked.

“We’re clearly at an impasse, boys.” Edith hoped her voice sounded as calm and cold as she wanted, and not like the nervous wreck she was feeling internally. She fought viciously to stop her body from shaking with anxiety, but her throat began to clamp up as her back tensed. It felt like her muscles were refusing to let her get any words out confidently, and all her body wanted to do was curl up in a dark hole for the next hour to just calm down.

“Indeed. It appears you are right. What should we do with you?” Sebastian spoke first. Finally his eyes bore the emotion she was mentally prepared for, anger. That soft look that made her uncomfortable was replaced by the rage she knew he’d come to. He was always quick to temper, and she had braced herself for that hate, not for kindness. She didn’t know how to act with kindness. Yes, their hate and bitterness was something she was much more comfortable dealing with.

“You should let me go.”

“Ha! Hilarious!” He mused bitterly.

“Worth a shot.” Edith shrugged as nonchalantly as she could muster.

“As if we’d just let you, the most wanted criminal today, go. You need to be held accountable for your crimes.” Something told Edith, the "crimes" he was referring to weren’t the ones the Ministry had placed on her. No, they were the ones much more personal to the three of them.

“Oh but of course…after I find Anne. Finding Anne is top priority. Do with me what you will then.” She had no intention of going to prison once Anne was found. She escaped them once, she’ll easily do it again…somehow. That was a future problem for future Edith. Right now all her focus needed to go into finding Anne.

Edith had gathered some things from Anne’s house that could potentially point her in the right direction but she needed to get home first. And these two were wasting precious time.

“What do you suggest then, Ms.Winterald?” Ominis finally spoke up, calling her by her last name. It stung somewhere deep inside to hear how formal he was with her, knowing a lifetime ago, they were much more familiar. His soft expression was long gone too, replaced by a more professional and cold one you’d expect from an aurora.

Edith bit the inside of her cheek. The best bet would be to ditch them by shifting into her animagus form. However, the amount of magic it took to not only apparate to Anne’s house while keeping her appearance charm on, and then battle the both of them to escape with said charm still going, well it was suffice to say she was absolutely drained at the moment. She doubted she had enough in her to change into her animagus form, let alone hold the form long enough to fly away as quickly as possible.

She racked her brain for any solution other than the obvious one coming to mind. She could do small bits of wandless magic, nothing astounding nor worth giving away her trick up her sleeve. So long as Ominis held onto her wand, her options were limited.

She felt the words come up her throat, fighting through every ounce of her rationality telling her this was a bad idea. She desperately wished there was some other way but for the sake of Anne, someone had to give. Might as well be her, her pride be damned.

“I…propose…a temporary alliance.” Edith felt teeth grinded with itself as she forced the words out. The after taste of them, disgusting and bitter. They both watched her carefully not believing her, understandably so.

“Go on.” Sebastian crossed his arms. How was it he was so smug? He must’ve released how much of a jab her pride was taking at this moment. By Godric's heart she wanted to punch that smug asshole. Biting down her annoyance, she continued.

“You don’t send me to Azkaban right now, and I…will…allow you to be graced by my company. Just until Anne is found.” It felt like trying to pull a particularly stubborn mandrake out of the ground. The damned words felt nearly impossible to get out. Every part of her was saying this was a ridiculously bad idea. It defeated the whole reason she left in the first place. They weren’t supposed to get involved with her…at all!

“Hmm but how do we know you’ll keep your word? You could very likely just apparate away once you have gotten your wand back?” Ominis countered, fully convinced Edith wouldn’t keep her word. It was fair for him to think that, after all, she didn’t keep her word last time.

Before Edith could say anything, Sebastian opened his mouth, suggesting the absolute worst idea he has ever suggested.

“Make it an unbreakable vow.” He spoke confidently and condescendingly. Edith prayed to whatever gods she had been cursing that her expression remained cooled and unaffected contrary to the fact everything inside screaming in anger, anxiety, and all around panic. Of course, he would come up with that kind of solution, and it would work as assurance for them. It forced her to keep her word at the expense of her life, and she hated it. It was binding her to them more than she'd like.

“Sebastian, you know what happens if one breaks the oath.”

“So does she. And finding Anne is the most important task right now. This way we can focus on that and not worry about her running off the first chance she gets.” His words were as sharp as a viber, threatening to strike.

Edith felt her stomach coil, and her skin prickled. There was no way out of an unbreakable oath aside from death. An unbreakable vow could last as long as needed, and they could force her to commit to something for a lifetime. On the other hand, if she didn't agree, then they'd be wasting more time that could be spent trying to find Anne.

“I’ll do it, but only till Anne is found.” Edith compromised. She had to avoid anything lasting past that.

“Are you really making demands in your position?”

“That’s my condition. Take it or leave it, Sallow.” Edith snarled at him. She could be just as stubborn as him, and he knew that. He glared at her, deciding if it was worth it. His dark, almost black eyes bore into hers. Saying everything yet nothing all at once.

“Until Anne is found then.” He spoke the words as if they themselves were a threat. What threat? Edith couldn’t tell, nor did she plan to find out.

“Then it’s decided, an unbreakable vow.” Ominis confirmed. This was a terrible idea. Every fiber of Edith’s being screamed that this was a bad idea, but Anne had to be rescued. Anne’s life meant more than her own.

Edith begrudgingly stood firm in her spot and held out her arm to whoever would bind her to the unbreakable oath. Ominis looked over to Sebastian’s direction with a knowing look. Of course Sebastian, the prideful ass, wanted to be the one to bind her. His idea, he gets to do it.

With a victorious grin, he stepped up to her and firmly gripped her arm. The strength of his hold showed her just how much stronger physically he was than her. An uncomfortable pain shot up her arm, but she didn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing it hurt. This pain was nothing compared to the pain Edith subjected her body to frequently for the past 7 years.

He watched her as she watched him, never taking their eyes off each other as Ominis stood off to their side, readying the spell. Edith took this time to examine how much Sebastian had changed. He was so much taller than her now. Before, he hadn’t been that much taller, maybe a few inches to half a foot, but nothing drastic. Now, she could feel her neck muscles stretch nicely to look at him. He was easily a full foot taller, and she wasn’t on the shorter side.

His hair was shorter yet still maintained that wild curls, something she loved in her past life. He had such strong features, devilishly handsome. Without obviously moving her eyes from his, she could tell from her peripheral vision that he had quite the muscular build as well. Something any woman with eyes would greatly appreciate. Edith could easily imagine some lucky woman being picked up in those strong arms, hands on her waist, probably pressed up against something such as a wall trapped by him. He'd be so close to her.

Edith felt herself flush just as she immediately halted her traitorous mind. Where the fuck was her mind going? Feeling her brain was wandering too much, she fought the slight heat she felt in her face. She made sure to give herself an internal slap for mental ogling over her enemy. Sebastian grew up handsome. Lucky him. She liked a pretty face. End of story.

“Something on your mind?” Sebastian questioned. His expression is a mix of mockery and genuine confusion. She easily forced an embarrassed scowl at him.

“Nothing of your concern.”

Looking away, Edith watched as the faint glow wrapped itself around the union of their arms. She turned her gaze to Ominis. who stood close by, maybe a tad too close for her comfort. Then again hundreds of miles from her still wasn’t far enough to be rid of the things they did to her emotionally. She couldn’t afford that weakness right now.

She tried not to be distracted by how much Ominis grew as well. He was much taller than before, even slightly taller than Sebastian, by a couple inches. He, too, had beautifully distracting features, clearly having gone from charming young boy to stupid handsome man. No wonder these two were quite popular with younger women. They were blessed with good looks. Aside from his face, he too had quite the muscle as well, not as wide as Sebastian but still muscular. His tailored suit did nothing to hide that, if anything, it enhanced his appearance. She imagined him rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie just as he did in defense against the dark arts class, but as the man he was in front of her. Strong arms insinuated by the tightly rolled up white shirt. His long, thick neck exposed as he pulled his tie loose. A familiar heat tickled her face once more.

She had never been this weak to someone’s appearance. She could appreciate one’s looks, but she assumed it was because of who she was looking at. Old emotions she had been fighting for so long, deciding to surface now. Time to shove them back into the shadows.

“Will you, Edith Winterald, remain with close proximity to either myself or Sebastian until Anne has been returned?” Ominis asked, looking into her direction once the spell was performed. Everything screamed no, terrible decision, awful idea, but she was in the thick of it now.

“I swear.”

“Will you form a temporary alliance with both Sebastian and myself until Anne has been found and returned safely?”

“Yes…I will.”

“You will not disappear on us…while in pursuit of Anne” Sebastian added, giving her a pointed, dark stare. The silence in the middle of his statement spoke volumes. He was trying to keep her trapped. Part of her longed to say yes even after Anne was found, but knew that’d be a lie. She could promise only until, not after.

“I won’t.” The words hung over all of them, heavy and uncomfortable. The glowing lights had faded yet the mark remained, seared into her skin. She released Sebastian yet he did not release her. His grip significantly lessened but still enough to hold her in place. He searched her eyes for any lies, any tricks. As if finding none, he finally released her. She pulled her arm away and backed away from the both of them, feeling their presence suffocating her.

“Well now since you officially collared me,” Edith spoke bitterly, rotating her slightly sore arm, “ My wand.” She held her hand expectedly to Ominis. He hesitated for a moment then gently handed it over. Snatching it from his grip, Edith quickly turned on her heels to retrieve her bag and fallen items. She tossed the letters, galleons and mask into the bag and made sure to tightly seal it shut. Didn’t need to advertise her secret identity to the rest of the world.

“Now boys, I'm feeling positively exhausted so...I'm going home.” She faced them, absolutely annoyed with her current predicament, and was absolutely going to make it their problem.

“Seeing as I don't feel like dying immediately, you two are coming with.” Before they could even get a word in edgewise, she marched over to them, grabbed them tightly by the arms, and apparate out of the woods.

Once the familiar sight of her lovely home in London appeared in front of her, she shoved the disoriented men off and marched up to her door. Such a welcomed sight after the absolute shit of a night she had. Upon opening the door, Edith was greeted by the small home dressed in the shadows of the night.

“Penny?” She called for the only person she’d call family. In an instant, the little elf appeared in front of her with the warmest of smiles. On her head was her flower hat she proudly wore on her head. Edith had tried to give Penny a new dress, but Penny refused. Stating her hat was an enough gift from Edith.

“Miss Edith! Penny is most pleased to see you have returned home safely!” She beamed, all the stress of the day seeming to evaporate just in the presence of her warm smile. Penny was the only family Edith had at this point in her life. Penny chose to follow Edith, and she made sure Penny would never regret it.

“Thank you, Penny. Would you mind please draw me a bath and have some tea brought to my room? I absolutely need a soak after the day I've had.” Edith stretched out her tense shoulders.

“But of course, Miss Edith! However, Penny does notice you are not alone tonight. Shall Penny prepare a nightcap?”

“NO!” Edith felt her face burn brightly. Poor Penny stared wide-eyed at Edith, unsure of what she had done wrong. Edith could feel the two sets of eyes burning a hole into the back of her head.

“Ahem. No, thank you, Penny. That won't be necessary. They are only staying here temporarily. To assist in finding Anne.” Edith coughed, shoving her embarrassment down. She brings home a man once, and suddenly every man she brings home is here for a nightcap. She curses ever teaching that to Penny and for having brought men to her home at all.

Penny’s expression immediately turned to one concern at the mention of Anne. Forcing Edith to focus back on the reality of the situation. Penny often helped with retrieving Anne for their “appointments”. This time, when she went to retrieve her, Anne hadn’t been present in their usual spot, forcing Edith to come out and check on her.

“Oh my! Miss Anne has gone missing? Penny hopes she is ok.”

“So this elf knows my sister too?”

“Oh indeed! Penny finds Miss Anne to be very kind to Penny.”

“And this elf has a name, Sallow.” Edith turned to glare over her shoulder. His expression immediately turned from his disbelief to a much intense concerned one.

"I..I didn't mean it like that." He stepped forth as if getting closer would right the situation. Edith just turned away from him as memories of a situation with him in the undercroft regarding a goblin came forth. She hoped he had changed. He never had issues with elves before, but part of her felt the need to protect her family. Edith just rubbed her temple as a wonderfully timed mirgain began to pound.

"He truly didn't mean it like that, Edith," Ominis's voice was practically in her ear with how close he was. She felt the shiver skitter down her spine and her body tense instantly. Like having been burnt, she hastily stepped forward away from him. He was too close, too damn close!

"R..right. Penny, I'll be in my room." Edith kicked herself for stuttering, "In the meantime, please prepare the spare rooms for our guests.” Edith grumbled as she made her way to the wooden staircase in front of her.

“Edith?” Ominis stepped forward, wand pulsing brightly.

“Yes?” Edith paused on the steps, turning with hesitation towards him. With everything going on and had happened she was on edge around them.

“What are we to wear?” Oh.

“Your clothes? Have Penny retrieve anything you might be needing for your stay.” Edith just rubbed her head as she continued her tread up the steep staircase. This place wasn’t massive by any means, but it did have three levels. The main level had the kitchen, dining hall, and living room. Then the second level was 3 bedrooms and 2 baths. Lastly, the top floor was used as a study and a spare room Edith was using as her private room.

Edith was fortunate enough that Professor Fig was still taking care of her even in death. Much to her surprise, he had officially adopted her while he was at the ministry, and put everything he owned in his will to her. Which included his little home in London, one he shared with Miriam. Edith refused to change most of the place, but forced herself to move most of the photos of Professor Fig and Miriam to storage. She couldn’t bear to have his photos around watching her, knowing she’d failed him, and continued to fail him. Everything else, however, was just as he left it.

Finally making it to the second floor, Edith basically crawled to her master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her. She plopped down onto her bed as the weight of the world came crashing down. By Merlin’s beard, today had officially been one of the worst days of her life. Everything began to circle in her brain. She quickly sat up, pulling out the letters and pieces of papers Anne hidden away in a secret crevice in her bedroom. Most of them were letters from her to Anne, something Anne was paranoid about anyone finding, despite Edith’s letters always being vague and under a different pen name. However, the one that really caught her eyes was the quickly crumpled up paper.

She quickly uncrumpled the paper, carefully pulling it open and found three words scrippled frantically on it.

“Half faced Ashwinder”

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Another chapter done! WOO! No art today. I wanted to focus on the story itself. Im having a lot of fun and also trying to put a lot of effort into this. I wanted to be a writer once, so I put 110% into my works. I dont have any beta readers or editors, so it's all me. I apologize for the errors.

Im trying to make sure the boys are in character, but also they're adult men, so they may have changed a bit since the game. Plus, this was in Edith POV, so she might miss some things from the boys cause her gaurds up. Also, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO IMAGINE YOUR OC OR YOURSELF. I use my oc only cus 1) hehe i have a story and 2) makes writing way easier to have a character. I hope you guys like it!!!!!

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[chalktaco]

"You need to rest... I'll see whats ahead and be right back..."

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On their last mission before her scheduled leave, the ship wrecked, leaving the wedded couple lost on the uncharted planet. After walking what felt like hours trying to find any sign of their ship or communication devices, she could no longer keep up and was told by her husband to stay put and rest while he scoped out the scene ahead. Feeling helpless and tired, she listened and staid put, despite her worries, in the little tin can. Waiting.

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[maidenvault]

not WIP Wednesay lol

I don't know if anyone else is interested in Crosshair/Howzer after those last episode but uhhh I'm writing it. Here's a preview of them hiding out in an old wrecked ship while on a mission together. (Edit: this fic is finished and posted)

“I bet Omega doesn’t like that she’ll be separated from most of you for the start of this mission.” He made a noise of confirmation under his breath. Howzer didn’t know the half of it. “She’ll never let us go without her, so that’s the deal. She’ll be with Hunter waiting until the first team has made it to Tantiss.” Howzer gave him a mild smile, now starting to remove parts of his armor. “She’ll be fine with her brothers there. You all trained her well.” That got a dismissive little huff of laughter out of him. “I had nothing to do with it.” He paused, hiding with effort the darker place his thoughts went from there. “I’m only here with you now because she doesn’t listen to anything I say.” When he looked directly up at Howzer again, he saw he was stripped down to just his body glove and now beginning to peel the top off over his head. “What are you doing?” Howzer couldn’t seem to hold back one of those broad smiles of his that made his skin crinkle at the corners of his eyes. “I remember Cody said the sonic shower works,” he answered, now bare-chested and freeing himself from the sleeves. Crosshair arched an eyebrow at him. For kriff sake, he’d never seen anyone so nerf-karking happy about using a shoddy old shower. “Well, no offense,” Howzer said in answer to his look, “but it’ll make it a more charming atmosphere on the voyage back, don’t you think?” For a strange few seconds Crosshair was struck silent, so disoriented by this vaguely ribbing comment from Howzer of all people, by the way it was accompanied by Howzer’s eyes briefly going up and down his…person. But this wasn’t the first time he had found Howzer to seem a bit pampered in his sensibilities compared to other clones. Serving as Cham Syndulla’s security and remaining comfortably stationed on one planet for so long, getting sunlight every day and a consistent sleep schedule, had appeared when Crosshair first met him to give him a certain healthy radiance. He'd since heard from one of the defectors of his squad that on special occasions Howzer and some of his men had even been invited to join the Syndullas at their dinner table, treated almost like part of the kriffing family, and the clones on duty those nights would get cakes sent to them to enjoy at their posts. Crosshair supposed if he’d been used to all that not long ago instead of spending much of his life in space, he wouldn’t like sharing close quarters with others for many hours either. “Nice,” he drawled sarcastically once he had recovered from his surprise. “You’d have gotten a much better wash if I let you slip into that ravine, and then you wouldn’t have to smell me anymore.”

#captain howzer #crosshair #tbb omega #the bad batch #clone troopers #star wars #my fic

[just-scarecrow-thoughts]

Wailing Ghost: Part 1: Carrion

Hsssss- K-schrk!

The airlock noisily ground open, sparks pathetically trailing in the wake of the freighter's heavy metal doors as they rattled on their bearings.

With a relieved sigh, you withdrew from the massive old wreck's wired innards, letting them drift around your head in the portable oxygen bubble holding the ship in place, and reached for the com-puck in your front pocket.

"Done," you say wearily after a moment's silence interspersed by quiet beeps, rubbing the spot between your eyes as three day's worth of exhaustion finally crashes over you, weighing down every breath that leaves your lungs like a gravity anchor.

"Oh, stars, finally," The captain responds with a groan, and you heavily roll your eyes, stuffing the trailing cables back in with a huff as he prattles on in your ear about schedules and work ethic.

Your current captain had won the ship you crewed and your job at the same time in a drunken bet with the previous owner. You remember watching them stumble away into an alley, followed by three tall rugged men all carrying ill-concealed weapons in their waists.

Idahara never walked back out of that alley, and you never heard from them again.

It pains you to say it, but you've had worse employers than your current one. Idahara, for example. At least he was honest about trying to be an illegal salvager.

"Engineer? Are you still there? Hello? Engi-"

Looking out to the deep endless nothingness surrounding you on all sides, you lackadaisically reply, your mind firmly on how good it will feel to finally hit the sack once you get back on the ship.

"Aye, captain, still here. Permission to come aboard?"

A moment's silence greets you, and you frown at the comm puck as it spits out static before your captain's shrill voice reaches your ears once again.

"-Yes yes yes, permission granted and all that, how can you be so calm out there? The only standing between you and certain death is-"

An oxygen shield, the hulk of an old freighter from the days when the Alliance was still retrofitting old cruisers into cargo carriers like this one, and cold, lonely space.

The starpool to your substantially smaller craft, comically dwarfed in the shadow of the wreckage next to it, opens with a quiet hiss, and you slip inside from the bottom, waiting for the chamber to decompress before taking the industrial helmet off and letting long shaggy locks fall over your eyes, blowing them out of the way with a huff as the air cycles.

The gravity normalizes, and you fall on your feet without so much as a wobble, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet until the door to the ship proper opens with a protesting squeal.

With a frown, you note that the captain still hasn't acquired the oil you requisitioned, and sigh once again.

Cheapskate, you bitterly think to yourself, before stalking out of the starpool.

"Engineer! Just the slagger I wanted to see!"

Looking to the heavens and praying for patience, you find none in the cold merciless steel of the grating above you, and wonder why you ever even bother getting up in the morning.

An arm jauntily wraps across your shoulder, and the urge to break the hand attached to it clumsily fumbling with your necklace is very, very strong.

"Y'find anythin' interesting out there friend?"

Instead of retrieving your heavy duty standard shipbreaker issue wrench and re-arranging his face into a replacement gravity actuator, you merely pry the fingers off your front and fix the hired merc with the all the cold indifference the voids can muster.

You are satisfied when his flinch brings him not any less than two full steps away from you.

"No," you reply, clearly and pointedly. "Because I only just got it open. And I'm not your friend."

You turn, and begin to walk away, already shutting your ears to whatever incredibly helpful comment he has to contribute to the one sided conversation before one slips through the cracks of your mental defenses, like a lucky shot with an unguided dummy missile through an AA screen.

"Took you long enough."

You stop.

Your fists clench against your sides, and you inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

The hallway is dead quiet behind you.

A red smear stains the wall directly across from you, vivid against the rough darkened steel of the ship's interior, hidden behind a veil of wires and piping, and you swear you can hear something dripping in the corner of your hearing.

You picture mashing his face up against it just like you did with the last mercenary who thought they could get away with getting handsy, and the mental image makes it remarkably easier to breath as you slowly turn and speculatively eye him upwards and downwards, as if sizing up a new part and asking how hard do I have to hit you to get you to fit into what I need you to?

"Anything else, Lee?" You ask mildly. Please, give me an excuse. I really, really want you to give me an excuse.

"... Nothin'," Lee spits sourly in reply, grumbling beneath his breath as he stalks away, leaving you alone under the dim glare of the ancient fluorescent lights illuminating the walk down to your quarters.

You sigh and roll your eyes, idly readjusting your front and running a hand down the beads of your necklace.

You're tired, your part of the job is finished, and it's time for you to get some rest.

Your quarters are sparse with furniture, piles of tools and scrap taking up precious space within. In a bed's place, your stacked roll of industrial grade synth fiber does its job just fine.

Laying down with a long yawn, you stretch out an ache in your shoulder and merely sigh when two more pop up somewhere else on your body, protesting your treatment of it greatly.

Get it line then, you irritably think to yourself, rolling over to where it doesn't hurt as much to breathe.

Outside your window, heavy reinforced non-flex glass reflects the dim glow of distant moons and stars, overshadowed by the immense corpse of the wrecked starship, surrounded by an orbit of scout craft and countless debris.

FSS Black Wake, you spot scrawled across the sharply pointed stern, barely ledgible in blocky white lettering against the faded dark grey of the wreck's paint.

For a moment, just the one, you swear you see something wink at you from within the old hulk, a tiny flash of light, but you blink, once, twice, and it disappears.

Mulling over an emotion you can't name, sleep heavily pushes down on your brow, eyelids slowly falling downwards with the weight, and you fall into weightless, starless sleep.

#and that's this draft FINALLY done after having spent months in here #good god #listen I can't say it's my best work but I'd like to think I did well #and maybe if I keep saying that to myself it'll come true #my writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #sci fi #humans are space oddities #space #outer space

[jaegerisim]

what is jjk even about and should i watch it???

OMG MIA YES U SHOULD. (Altho ur mental health will be wrecked but that's not important)

Okay, so like its about Yuuji Itadori (the og golden retriever) who accidentally became part of jujutsu society. There he meets Nobara Kugisaki and Megumi Fushiguro (a canonically pan character who is just sad lil emo in love w yuuji) and his teacher, Satoru Gojou (gay ass mf). Along the way he'll meet lots of other cool character w cool powers.

Also most of the characters are extremely queer coded and the author feeds us w a lot of queer-ish content. As a plus, the men are exquisite and the women are actually well written and have personality and goals. Plus the main trio, does not have an awkward love triangle and Nobara is an absolute lesbian girlboss.

The anime consists of 2 season and 1 movie. The manga is still on going and currently on hiatus (i think??) Altho it is scheduled for the manga to end in 2024. The movie is a prequel that links w the second season, there are also lots of time jumps and time skips, but the plot is easy to follow. The opening's are fire frrr

The ships I like are NobaMaki (Nobara Kugisaki/Maki Zenin), ItaFushi (Yuuji Itadori/Megumi Fushiguro), ShokoHime (Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime) and THE SHIP EVER SatoSugu (Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto).

My fav characters are Suguru Geto (kin fr), Satoru Gojo, Ieiri Shoko, Nobara Kugisaki, Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Maki Zenin and Yuuta Okkotsu.

PLEASE WATCH IT AND WE CAN DM ABT IT. ME AND OTHER MUTUALS ARE CURRENTLY GOING INSANE IN EACH OTHER'S DMS CUZ AHHWJQNQNNWNWNWNW

And that's the end of my rant, thank you! 🩷

#JOIN THE CULT MIA #GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH U #U WILL HAVE 0 MEMTAL HEALTH BH THE TIME U FINISH IT *LAUGHS HISTERICALLY* #el with the asks #lovely moots 💕