#captain juniper step

[pumpkinnkidd]

you grew up fast, didn’t you?

[cerastes]

Bro any time I think about Valkyria Chronicles I laugh my nipples off, the game is fundamentally flawed gameplaywise but, simultaneously, it's stupidly fun, which is the recipe for any club banger, it has a story that weaves flawlessly between "that's pretty poignant" and "this is some goofy goober shit", it's got the horrors of war but also this fucking pig piece of shit mascot, Hans,

It's an amalgam of white and black without any gray: It exists on extremes, and it never intersects, it's playing two parallel lines and coming to terms with the fact that you'll never see cohesion but that somehow enhances the end product in ways evidently no one intended. You have narrative comparisons with the persecution of jews and, at the same time, the game ends with the bad guy getting German Suplexed.

But I think the funniest aspect of Valkyria Chronicles The First is that the main character is the farthest thing from a war hero they could possibly muster with the expertise of a stoic Japanese swordsmith from the mountains crafting a god-cleaving blade: Welkin.

This Scout From TF2 Put Through An Anime Filter looking mother fucker was chilling in his hometown talking about how much he wanted to be a teacher and showing people his really good sketches of animals because he's also a gifted artist, when suddenly, the Dudes attack, and his reaction to the Dudes attacking is "hang on, I recall my dad hiding his actual service tank in the shed in the back" so he goes and, yeah, his dad's tank from a previous war is just there, chilling, so he takes it for a joy ride while the town baker, Alicia, armed with a rifle and infinite action economy due to the afore mentioned flawed gameplay, sweeps the entire god damn platoon of heavily armed machine gun troops.

The entire game is Welkin using his love for nature and his baker love interest to inflict insane personnel and materiel damage to an entire empire: Welkin and Alicia will come across a heavily fortified bridge, and the dialogue will go something like

"Welkin! They will pulverize us with the heaviest machine guns known to man if we step one foot in that bridge! They practically developed wooden low-orbit bombardment stations! What's the plan!"

"Well... Look at that duck over there. It's flying from the east to the west, right? Well, YOU SEE, that duck is known as a Balkunese Socioduck, and those, during this season, migrate from west to east, and they only exhibit this irregular flight path if a Matrisgel Weasel family is molting by the juniper berry bushes, their favorite food. Matrisgel Weasels only ever molt if they are put under the exact amount of stress caused to them by the sound of distant tank threads on the road, and they are known to hide in sturdy, stable soil."

"Welkin, SIR, what the fuck does this all mean?"

"If we follow the smoldering shrieking of the molting weasels, we'll find a SECRET PATH that will, as always, let us ambush, flank, and surprise our foes! Alicia, you know what to do."

"Ogggeyyyyy"

and then, invariably, no matter the level, thanks to Welkin's impressive knowledge of fauna and flora, and Alicia's literally infinite action economy in a game that wasn't properly beta tested in-house during development, they combine their powers like a piss poor Captain Planet and kill the absolute shit out of an entire Empire's worth of dudes, and it's legitimately one of the most fun and charming games you'll ever touch if you remember to not take it too seriously. I fucking hate Hans but I love this game.

[busy-baker]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks for tagging me @kalmiaphlox 💚

I’ve got a little something from Chapter 16 of Hellbound and Heaven-sent because NO, I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY SWEET BABIES!

Every other day had become a cycle of the same daily tasks. The group would awake and find their way to breakfast, which was only provided in two options - mush and mushier. Then, they would wander around for hours, helping the crew, cleaning any part of the ship that needed it, and reorganizing supplies. Wash, rinse, repeat. It was driving Juniper insane. Not to mention, there was a significant lack of blood supply.

Juniper leaned against the railing of the stairs that led down to the cabin. Her fingers pressed to her temple and she gritted her teeth. The pounding was getting worse by the minute. Her senses were heightening, her mouth began to salivate, and the drumming of every heartbeat around her was becoming louder, calling to her with their siren songs.

She couldn’t handle it anymore. Juniper darted down the steps, slipping into the cabin door, and shutting it with a thunk! She sat on the bed and began counting her breaths to distract herself. She didn’t want the captain or crew knowing what she was, but it was difficult to hide when she was beginning to resemble a feral animal more than an elf by each second. She wouldn’t bite anyone’s head off, that was for sure, but she was going to get really bitchy in a short amount of time if she didn’t acquire blood.

Tagging: @spagyricqueen @davenswitcher @ladyduellist @pinkberrytea

[ghostydrawsstuff]

[Opens with an Imperial wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged.]

Ralof: Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.

Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we should be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!

[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]

Lokir: And what’s wrong with him?

Ralof: Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

Lokir: Why do you care?

Ralof: A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: Rorikstead. I’m…I’m from Rorikstead.

[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]

Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!

General Tullius: Good. Let’s get this over with.

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.

Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny…when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.

[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torolf: Inside the house. Now.

[The wagon stops near the chopping block.]

Imperial Soldier: Whoa.

Lokir: Why are they stopping?

Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!

Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.

[Under the Imperials' watchful eye, the prisoners start jumping out.]

Lokir: You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!

Imperial Captain: Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!

Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists.

Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.

Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!

Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.

Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!

[He makes a break for it.]

Imperial Captain: Halt!

Lokir: You're not going to kill me!

Imperial Captain: Archers!

[Lokir is downed with one bowshot.]

Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: Wait, you there. Step forward. Who are you?

[Zooms in on your face. You look fabulous today, slay.]

Hadvar: You from Daggerfall, Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue? Captain, what should we do? They're not on the list.

Imperial Captain: Forget the list. They go to the block.

Hadvar: By your orders, captain. I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Cyrodiil. Follow the Captain, prisoner.

[The player goes to stand with the other waiting prisoners by the block.]

Tullius: Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak: (grunting protest)

Tullius: You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.

[A distant noise rings down the mountainside.]

Hadvar: What was that?

Tullius: It's nothing. Carry on.

Imperial Captain: Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.

Priestess of Arkay: As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved--

[One of the prisoners from the lead wagon walks forward.]

Stormcloak Soldier: For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with.

Priestess of Arkay: As you wish...

Stormcloak Soldier: Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?

[They behead the Stormcloak, eliciting responses from the onlookers.]

Stormcloak Soldier 2: You Imperial bastards!

Vilod: Justice!

Ingrid: Death to the Stormcloaks!

Ralof: As fearless in death as he was in life.

Imperial Captiain: Next, the Breton!

[Another cry rings out on the mountainside, this time much closer.]

Hadvar: There it is again. Did you hear that?

Imperial Captain: I said, next prisoner!

Hadvar: To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy.

[The player is brought to the chopping block. A large creature swoops over the southern peaks, barreling toward Helgen.]

Tullius: What in Oblivion is that?

Imperial Captain: Sentries! What do you see?

Imperial Soldier: It's in the clouds!

[The creature, know seen as a dragon, lands on a tower, surprising everyone.]

Stormcloak Soldier: Dragon!

[The dragon uses its voice on the crowd, killing the headsman.]

Headsman: Nngh!

Tullius: Don't just stand there, kill that thing! Guards, get the townspeople to safety!

Hey, Breton. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance! This way!

Oh damn is that the opening to Skyrim? Haven't played the game though but nice

[oddcryptidwrites]

Commander Grady Yensey [Not Your Typical Fairytale]

After the 8:30 Upper Palace briefing, which Piers still managed to be fifteen minutes late to, Grady switched into her dress uniform. The dark military gray and Piers’ new royal green contrasted with the gold accents and medals marking her status. She made sure not a hair was out of place, nor a button left smudged, nor a wrinkle in the pristine fabric. Some people called her a perfectionist; she defined it as not letting a single thing get out of her control, if she could help it. (Knight of Dawn, Chapter 6)

Quick Facts...

Full Name: Grady Juniper Yensey

Pronouns: she/her

Title: Commander of the Royal Guard Special Operations

Gender: cisfemale

Sexuality: Asexual Queer

Birthday (Age at start): December 7th, 2188 (22)

Parents: Elysia Yensey, Bastian Yensey, Gavin Johnson (adoptive)

Siblings: Hansel Olson (adoptive), Gretel Olson (adoptive)

Notable physical features: always wearing lipstick, several facial piercings

Personality: Caring, uptight, loyal, goal-oriented, perfectionist, determined, rational

Extended Intro...

Grady Yensey is the other main character, and while her own struggles don't drive the plot as much, she is still an influential character. Born to a former Commander of the Royal Army Elysia Yensey and Army Lieutenant Bastian Yensey, Grady grew up in the Palace alongside Piers. She had a relatively pampered childhood, until both her parents were killed in a different assassination attempt on Queen Adele when she was 8. Captain (then SpOps Commander) Gavin Johnson of the Royal Guard stepped in to raise her after their death, as he was close with her parents. He and his brother David trained her in a variety of military practices at Grady's request, from martial arts to strategy. At 16, the minimum age for entry, Grady entered the Royal Guard Academy under an alias, in order to prove herself without the influence of her mother's last name. At 18, she ranked out with high honors and was assigned as Gavin's successor. From then on, she lived adjacent to Piers serving both as their bodyguard and best friend. When David became Councilor of ATLZoS, the structural power of the Royal Guard shifted, and at 20, Grady obtained her current position. Grady holds herself to the highest standards possible when it comes to her military status and life in general, and refuses to let herself fumble. Often, she's described as other characters as having "a stick up her ass", including but not limited to Piers, Gavin, and Mateo. When not on duty, however, she tends to binge drink (and get sick often). Piers is the only one who she trusts to know and not think differently of her. Regarding her relationship with Piers, Grady loves them dearly, and would do anything for them (knowing they'd do the same for her). As the story progresses, she finds her love for them changing, and is often unsure with how to handle or react to it, which causes her to distance herself from them. Grady is also quite close with the Olson-Johnson family, as she grew up calling Gretel and Hansel her "siblings", although she doesn't anymore. Grady is also acquaintances with Jules Ledet, as the two entered the Academy at the same time.

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[jundlcndwastes]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me 🚿 to join my muse in the shower or 🛁 to join them in the bathtub. Please specify muse if interacting with a multi muse. | shower from @midncghtrcin

There was the briefest moment of cool air when the shower curtain was pulled back, Juniper's attention pulling away from the hot water streaming down her body to the captain that was stepping inside the tub to join her. She gazed back at her over her shoulder and grinned. ❝ Hey. You made it just in time. I haven't even gotten all soapy yet, ❞ she teased her. ❝ Wanna do me the honors? ❞

[wildflowerwoodsworld]

Ooo your AU’s seem so cool Wild 😱💕! I’m curious about the “Everybody Lives” AU and the “Time Travel fix it” with Finral and Vanessa 👀. What has been your favorite part about those two AU’s 🤔?

My favourite part of the Everybody Lives au is tracking just how different the world ends up with all the people that survive.

Everybody Lives au cast list;

General Magic Knights Julius Novachrono (42), Wizard King Fiona Roulacase (42), Finral's mother and Julius' right hand. Tondra Sturm (41), spymaster and chief strategist Zara Ideale (42) Marx Francois (25), the Wizard King's assistant, and the third of Julius' wards.

Silver Eagles: Former Captain Acier Silva (48), Acier stepped down from the post of Captain when she thought Nozel was old enough to deal with it as her battle with Vanica left her with a curse that massively reduces her strength. She's still around the base though and acts as an advisor. Captain Nozel Silva (29), Nozel is currently looking for a Vice-Captain Nebra Silva (25) Vivian Shiply (17) Solid Silva (18) Lana Vaude (17), Langris' younger sister, Lana has Fire magic and a rivalry with Solid. Angela Clarkson (17)

Crimson Lion Kings: Captain Mereoleona Vermillion (32) and Captain Fuegoleon Vermillion (30) Vice-Captain Randall Luftair (31) Leopold Vermillion (17)

Blue Rose Knights Captain Charlotte Roselei (27) Vice-Captain Lerola Roselei (26), Charlotte's half sister, Lerola works more in the shadows leaving her fellow Vice-Captain to be the front-facing one Vice-Captain Yami Ichika (24), Ichika fights primarily using ki, which she learned from scrolls 'borrowed' from Hino when she and her brother left. Puli Angel (26) Sol Marron (18) Aella Clarkson (16)

Green Praying Mantises: Captain Jack Summerfield (28), commonly known as Jack the Ripper Vice-Captain En Ringuard (24) Hannah Gerver (24) Madlyn Fiore (23) Dalila Lister (19) Sekke Bronzazza (15)

Coral Peacocks: Captain Dorothy Unsworth (27) Vice-Captain Kirsch Vermillion (20) Silas Vaude (25) Levi Roe (20) Cornelia Franklin (20) Juniper Kay (18)

Purple Orcas: Former Captain Kaiser Granvorka (49), Kaiser's last act as Captain before retirement is to pick newbies in the entrance exam for Asta's year Captain Gueldre Poizot (28) Vice-Captain Xerx Lugner (32) Revchi Salik (32)

Grey Deer: Captain Morgen Faust (29) Vice-Captain Nacht Faust (29) Apprentice Vice-Captain Rill Bosimortier (19) Fragile Tormenta (20) Sylvia Vaude (19)

Golden Dawn: Captain William Vangeance (26) Vice-Captain Langris Vaude (20) Alecdora Sandler (24) Shiren Tium (23) Letoile Becquerel (21) David Swallow (21) Hamon Caseus (20) Klaus Lunettes (18) Mimosa Vermillion (15) Yuno Grinberryall (15)

Black Bulls: Captain Yami Sukehiro (28) Vice-Captain Finral Roulacase (21) Henry Legolant (26) Gordon Agrippa (26) Zora Ideale (25) Vanessa Enoteca (24) Grey Wechsler (24) Gauche Adlai (19) Magna Swing (18) Luck Voltia (18) Noelle Silva (15) Asta of Hage (15)

(Fiona, Tondra and Lana are mine. Vivian, Angela, Lerola, Aella, Hannah, Madlyn, Dalila, Silas, Levi, Cornelia, Juniper and Sylvia all belong to the lovely @crazedstoryteller.)

The time-travel fix-it au- so, the Dark Triad win and the gates to the underworld are open. All of the Bulls except Vanessa, Finral and Gauche die when the gates are opened.

Gauche figures out that, theoretically, Finral and Vanessa can go back in time and change things. He doesn't go with them.

Finral and Vanessa arrive about a year before Asta and Noelle join the squad and, whilst they don't drag the Bulls out their hole--they don't want to change too mcuh too early--they do stop them from digging the hole any deeper

[ratbastard69420]

[Opens with an Imperial wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged.]

Ralof: Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.

Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we should be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!

[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]

Lokir: And what’s wrong with him?

Ralof: Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

Lokir: Why do you care?

Ralof: A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: Rorikstead. I’m…I’m from Rorikstead.

[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]

Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!

General Tullius: Good. Let’s get this over with.

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.

Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny…when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.

[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torolf: Inside the house. Now.

[The wagon stops near the chopping block.]

Imperial Soldier: Whoa.

Lokir: Why are they stopping?

Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!

Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.

[Under the Imperials' watchful eye, the prisoners start jumping out.]

Lokir: You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!

Imperial Captain: Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!

Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists.

Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.

Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!

Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.

Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!

[He makes a break for it.]

Imperial Captain: Halt!

Lokir: You're not going to kill me!

Imperial Captain: Archers!

[Lokir is downed with one bowshot.]

Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: Wait, you there. Step forward. Who are you?

[Zooms in on your face. You look fabulous today, slay.]

Hadvar: You from Daggerfall, Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue? Captain, what should we do? They're not on the list.

Imperial Captain: Forget the list. They go to the block.

Hadvar: By your orders, captain. I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Daggerfall. Follow the Captain, prisoner.

[The player goes to stand with the other waiting prisoners by the block.]

Tullius: Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak: (grunting protest)

Tullius: You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.

[A distant noise rings down the mountainside.]

Hadvar: What was that?

Tullius: It's nothing. Carry on.

Imperial Captain: Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.

Priestess of Arkay: As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved--

[One of the prisoners from the lead wagon walks forward.]

Stormcloak Soldier: For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with.

Priestess of Arkay: As you wish...

Stormcloak Soldier: Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?

[They behead the Stormcloak, eliciting responses from the onlookers.]

Stormcloak Soldier 2: You Imperial bastards!

Vilod: Justice!

Ingrid: Death to the Stormcloaks!

Ralof: As fearless in death as he was in life.

Imperial Captiain: Next, the Breton!

[Another cry rings out on the mountainside, this time much closer.]

Hadvar: There it is again. Did you hear that?

Imperial Captain: I said, next prisoner!

Hadvar: To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy.

[The player is brought to the chopping block. A large creature swoops over the southern peaks, barreling toward Helgen.]

Tullius: What in Oblivion is that?

Imperial Captain: Sentries! What do you see?

Imperial Soldier: It's in the clouds!

[The creature, know seen as a dragon, lands on a tower, surprising everyone.]

Stormcloak Soldier: Dragon!

[The dragon uses its voice on the crowd, killing the headsman.]

Headsman: Nngh!

Tullius: Don't just stand there, kill that thing! Guards, get the townspeople to safety!

Hey, Breton. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance! This way!

Wow, that's just the entire intro to the hit game "the elder scrolls: Skyrim"

[posts-from-alola]

Alola Everyone!

In this blog, I will be posting from the perspective of three different people from the alola region in Pokemon! These are all original characters, but may interact with those from the pokemon franchise, so I only own my characters!

Here they are:

Quila-

Casual Trainer, with a team of Trumbeak, Spinarak, and Finneon, as well as an unknown egg that her mother said was left for her while she was out one day. No person, just the egg on the step with a note.

Home Island: Akala, but she is able to travel a bit

Characters from anime/game that she knows: Kiawe, Professor Kukui, Olivia, Lillie

Way to show the post is from her: Akalover12

Kulano-

The newly appointed trial captain of the Ice type trial. He doesn't battle trainers much, but his team consists of Alolan Sandslash, Weavile, Absol, and Alolan Ninetales. He isn't very good at talking to people, so he likes his job's isolation.

Home Island: Ula Ula, although he travels often

Characters from anime/game he knows: Nanu, Acerola, Professor Kukui

Way to show the post is from him: Ice-Ice-Maybe

Jude-

An exchange student from Unova, studying Alolan Forms for his Pokology course. He aspires to invent new items that better the life of trainers and unlock new powers or evolutions. His team has Wigglytuff, Swadloon, and Whirlipede

Characters from the anime/game he knows: Professor Kukui, Professor Juniper

Way to show a post is from him: What-the-Whirlipede

I also might post just random stuff!

If you want to ask any of the characters something, you can, and I will likely respond in character!

[pumpkinnkidd]

i uploaded my first yt video! watch it if you’d like!

[lothricshopsathottopic]

Psychic: *reads my mind*

My mind: Ralof: Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us, and that thief over there. Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell! You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there! Lokir: And what's wrong with him, huh? Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King! Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you… oh gods, where are they taking us?! Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits. Lokir: No. This can't be happening. This isn't happening! Ralof: Hey. What village are you from, horse thief? Lokir: Why do you care? Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts… should be of home. Lokir: …Rorikstead. I'm… I'm from Rorikstead. Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting! General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with. Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me! Ralof: Look at him. General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny. When I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe. Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going? Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub. Haming: Why? I wanna watch the soldiers. Torolf: Inside the house. Now. Haming: Yes, papa. Imperial Soldier: Whoa! Lokir: Why are we stopping? Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us. Lokir: No, wait! We're not rebels! Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief. Lokir: You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake! Imperial Captain: Step towards the block when we call your name! One at a time! Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists. Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm. Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric. Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead. Lokir: No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this! Imperial Captain: Halt! Lokir: You're not gonna kill me! Imperial Captain: Archers! Lokir: Argh… Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running? Hadvar: Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?

Psychic: "what the fuck"

[lonely-lost-soul]

A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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[daredevil-1910]

The Captain and the Doctor

Well Today i will finally post the first chapter, the prologue, to my other story that i will be working on, it will be On the Avatar fandom, not the air bender, the Blue people one.

anyways, here goes nothing hope you enjoy it and if you have any constructive criticism feel free to message me or send it to me in an ask.

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“Cpt. Lawrence and Dr. Hinsen, please report to my office as fast as possible.”

Christopher sighed and opened his eyes; this was supposed to be his free day. Well at least that’s what the Colonel says, everyone knew free days aren’t really a thing here.

Since he hadn’t changed from his mandatory Morning Briefing, he only put on his jacket and stepped out of his room. Down the hall he bumped into Dr. Hinsen who was juggling stacks of documents, her bag, a cup of coffee and if memory serves correctly, she is about to ask Chris about her glasses.

“Have you seen my glasses?” she looks around her entrance hoping to see them before heading out.

Chris points to her head with a chuckle.

“Oh goodness, thank you Cpt., Good morning to you!” She places her glasses on her nose and walks next to.

“Oh, so its Cpt. Now, last night I remember it was a bit less professional.” Chris said with a sly smirk

“I don’t know what you are talking about. As far as I’m concerned last night didn’t even happen.” She retorts, keeping her eyes forward.

“Oh, I remember everything, do you want me to refresh your memory.” Chris straightens his back, getting ready to step into the colonels office.

Before she could say anything, else Chris opens the door stepping inside with Dr. Hinsen following behind him.

“Dr. Hinsen, Maybe you should report to the nurse, you are looking a bit flushed.”

“She’s Fine sir, last night was a long night for her that’s all.” Chris smirks.

Juniper doesn’t say anything instead she just places her documents on a nearby table.

“Sir, Cpt. Lawrence’s Avatar is ready for the link. We can move forward with the next step.” Juniper pushes her glasses, fixing them.

“Perfect timing Dr. I already have the Cpt.’s first assignment. You will accompany Dr. Augustine collecting samples in the alien world.”

“With all due respect Colonel, if I have to work on my free day, I prefer to work with the soldier at the motor pool getting everything ready, where I’m actually needed.” Chris protests.

“Unfortunately, Cpt. I wasn’t asking. Be ready at 1200 hours.” Chris was going to protest but the door opened, interrupting him.

The Colonel looks up for the first time during this entire conversation.

“Corporal Sully, impeccable timing, you will be Joining the captain during tomorrows assignment, ill let him give the details. Now leave, and Christopher please stop teasing the scientist they are flustered enough”

Chris chuckles at the comment and Juniper grumbles.

All three of them Leave, Chris hasn’t even bothered to look at the other guy.

‘Sully, where do I know that name.’ He decides to look at the guy next to him but finds him on a wheelchair.

“Jake sully?!” Chris says excitedly, Juniper looks very confused

“Christopher Lawrence?”

“It you man, Holy shit” Chris shakes his hand and lowers himself to hug him.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Jake and I have done everything together, we enlisted at the same time, started our training together, we were put together everywhere, even in our deployment.” Chris says excitedly

“So, you guys are War Buddies?” Juniper asks

“You could say its something like that” Jake answers

“Come on, we gotta get to the lab, ill brief you on the way there”

A few minutes later they walked through the doors of the lab, the room was full of machines and tools that Chris was sure they needed but looked to complicated to be practical.

There were a few tanks nearby, giant blue human looking creatures floated in them, like a fetus. It was at the very least unsettling.

Chris then walked by one that looked exactly like him, of course it had Na’vi features, but it still looked exactly like him. Down to the faint scar on his right eye.

Jake was looking at his too.

“No, we are not taking two trigger happy thugs down with us, it just isn’t going to happen” A woman argued from the other side of the lab. Apparently, someone wasn’t too happy taking

“Is there a problem Dr?” Chris asked.

“Have any of you idiots ever worked in a lab?” She asked, irritated

“I dissected a frog once.” Jake answered

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy protecting your lab to work in it.” Chris says without a single feeling being expressed in his sentence.

“Well, that’s great.” She throes her arms up and storms out of the lab.

“I’m taking this to corporate, I’m tired of this shit!”

“Be here at 0800 tomorrow, we’ll do the link up then.” Another scientist that had initially let us in the lab and was talking with Norm said. Letting us out of the lab.

“See you later Juni” Chris waves at Juniper who was already in her desk flipping through clipboards.

“Goodbye, Cpt.”

“You know you guys could at least fake that you care about the natives” Norm Scoffs and is ignored by the pair.

A few hours later, Chris and Jake find themselves in the stations bar.

“Why are you here Jake? What brought you to the middle of nowhere?” Chris leans back in his chair Looking for a reaction on jake’s face but doesn’t find one.

“Tom died; they wanted me to take his place in the experiment.”

“Aw man that’s awful, I didn’t know, I heard that someone on the scientist side died, I didn’t know it was your brother.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter, you couldn’t have done much anyway.” Jake took a sip from his bottle.

“Why are you here Chris, what happened to Monica, last time I saw you guys was at the wedding.”

“She uh, she died, a few years later, she got lung and brain cancer, and they caught it a bit late, so you could say I’m here looking for an escape.” Chris rubs his thumb on the ring that was still on his finger.

“I’m sorry man.” Jake pats Chris on the shoulder.

“Hey, it’s all right, it was a long time ago, let’s not let the night get ruined.” Just as he said that Juni and Trudy walked into the Bar.

“Hey, Over here.” Chris waves enthusiastically.

“You know, you could have been a little nicer with Dr. Augustine earlier.” Juniper said before sitting next to them.

“Ah, I was just having a bit of fun its just a matter of time, so she warms up to me.” Chris comments which make Jake choke on his beer.

“Oh sure, because you are so likeable.” Trudy mocked, with a smirk

“Trudy, this is Jake Sully, he’s going to be joining us on the next assignment”

“Pleasure to meet you jake.” She extends her hand and Jake takes it in his shaking it.

The night was light, and the group talked and laughed together, before heading to their rooms, tomorrow was going to be a long day after all.

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Tagging a few moots: @the-second-tonks @arquitecturadelanada @moonrainbowfish

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WIPednesday

Tagged in today by @noire-pandora, @cleverblackcat, and @pinkfadespirit. Thank you!!! Your snippets give me joy and motivation...both things I’ve felt in dire need of lately stuck at home in dismal weather with a sick kiddo. 

I’ve been working on editing the next chapter of Linked, my Dark Sprawl fenders fic, and because that part of the process SUCKS BALLS for me (innuendo not necessarily intended), I’ve also just been jotting down some very silly Our Flag Means Death scenes to keep things fun for myself. Writing for a series that isn’t done, about hypothetical events that I would like to see happen (or not) in the source material, is new territory for me (usually I’m writing about things IN BETWEEN canon, post-canon, or just outright breaking it for funzies). So I feel a little weird about this, but whatever...

“Stede!” he hears him shouting. “Stede Bonnet!”

“Ed!” Stede yells back from the hold, where he’s tied up with the rest of his crew. He knew he’d come for them.

“Wonderful,” Lucius mutters. “Your boyfriend’s come to finish us off.”

Stede looks puzzled for a moment, as if he still can’t believe what Lucius and the rest of the crew have told him about Ed’s transformation. He hears people running about and yelling overheard, the clash of swords, and a few thuds and splashes. Then, cautious footsteps…

“Stede?” Ed calls from the top of the ladder.

“We’re down here! All tied up, I’m afraid…” he chuckles at his own accidental pun.

The rest of the crew grimaces, and then braces themselves for an awkward reunion, to say the least.

“We…?” Ed slowly descends the ladder and takes a few more cautious steps forward, but as his eyes adjust to the dark, he realizes Stede and his marooned men are all tied up in the hold with him.

“Yes…everyone’s accounted for except Frenchie and Jim. But I’m told you probably know their whereabouts?”

“Oh.”

Stede finally gets a look at Ed, too, as he steps into the light streaming down through a grate in the ceiling. “Oh is right! The crew told me you were going for a new look!”

Ed reaches up and touches his coal-covered jaw. “Yeah, well…”

“I think it looks great.”

“Really?” Ed stops, his eyes twinkling bashfully at him as everyone else groans.

“Yes, really. So what’s the plan? We go take back the Revenge? Or are we commandeering this vessel, too?”

Ed shakes his head. “I, um, only have room in the dinghy for one more.”

“Ah, must be a fairly small dinghy then!” Stede turns around and asks his crew, “How many of you are good swimmers?”

“He means he only intends to rescue you, Captain,” Olu mutters.

He sees that Black Pete and Lucius are staring daggers past him at Ed, while Buttons begins murmuring something about another hex, and Wee John and Roach are hissing like cats. The Swede just cowers further into the corner. It’s all rather unpleasant.

“Oh…” Stede looks back, confused. “Ed…?”

Ed nods.

Stede hesitates, still not willing to believe that the Ed he knows would ever be so discourteous. Surely, he has some other plan? “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

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[cactiem]

we got this 

pairing: judd ryder x grace ryder, judd ryder x oc x grace ryder

requested: nope

summary: judd and grace agree to foster juniper holland

gif not mine

Judd wasn’t one to get nervous, especially when Grace was around but even her hand resting on his leg couldn’t stop the bouncing. This was a big step him and his wife were taking. They had signed up to house foster kids, went through the checks and everything but then the accident happened killing everyone at house 126 but Judd. Grace knew it wasn’t the right time, that Judd needed to take care of himself before they could bring a child into their home. With recovering from the ordeal and a new captain in town they forgot about their plans. That was until Grace received a phone call from Allison, from Child Protective Services, asking if her and Judd could take in a troubled teenager, her words not Grace’s, thinking that they could help her. That’s why Grace and Judd were sat on their couch, waiting for Allison.

A knock on the door made them both stand up, Judd rubbed his hands together, a habit he’s developed when nervous, while Grace answered the door with a bright smile on her face. Stood behind Allison was a young girl, she was withdrawn like she didn’t want to be there. Grace noticed that she only had a backpack and no other belongings, she wrung her hands clearly nervous for the new situation she is in. She followed Allison inside, her eyes flitting across the room taking in her surroundings. This is her home for however long they’ll keep her until she is shipped off again.

“Juniper, this is Grace and Judd, you’ll be staying with them for a while.” Allison told the young girl. She glanced up once at the two them before her eyes fell back to her hands.

“Would you like something to drink, Juniper?” Grace asked, her voice soft.

“It’s June.” She mumbled. Judd and Grace glanced at each while Allison sent them a forced smile.

“Okay June, I’m sorry.” She apologised.

“Can I go to my room?” June asked and Grace nodded getting up to show her to the room leaving Judd alone with Allison.

“Have you got any questions?” She asked breaking the silence, eager to leave before the Ryder’s changed their minds.

“So why did June get kicked out of the last house?” Judd wondered.

“Juniper… she had behavioural issues, ones that the family couldn’t handle.” Allison told him.

“They wanted a baby instead of a teenager, right?” Judd corrected her, knowing the system.

“Sadly, that is the case more often than not.” She said. Grace came back, her hand finding Judd’s. “If you have any questions or have any issues don’t hesitate to call me.” The two of them thanked the woman and walked her to the door.

Once they were alone, they sighed as if a weight has been lifted from their shoulders. “We got this, right?” Grace asked, worried that they jumped into this too soon.

“We got this.” Judd assured her, pressing a kiss to her head as he brought her into a hug.

a/n: this is an idea I had and I’ll definitely be writing more about this little family. I have no knowledge of the American foster system so everything is fictional or what I got off tv shows. I’m also in a 911verse mood so any requests please send them my way

tag list: @mayaslifeinabox @princess-of-the-fandoms @live--aloud @les-bio-lie @ivvitm1109 @seninjakitey @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

[askaceattorney]

Dear Anonymous,

Call me Captain Obvious, but we call them students for a reason. If we trusted them to be able to capable of handling cases on their own, we wouldn’t be teaching them in the first place. Trust is earned, not given. I didn’t trust Apollo until he earned it, even when I was his client, and the same goes for Athena. 

And, you’re right, Mia didn’t trust me either at first. She straight up told Maya to not hire me as her lawyer right before she passed away, placing her trust with her mentor. It’s that reason why I didn’t like him very much and now, I completely loath his actions. He left Maya over the ugliest painting I’ve ever seen, after Mia placed so much faith in him like that. That would be me refusing Juniper’s Defense over my grape juice stash. He did apologize, but if that isn’t straight up betrayal, I don’t know what is. It would be different, if Redd White held Grossberg’s loved ones or an actual human being over him.

There was a time I didn’t trust Apollo and I told him as much. It wasn’t because I didn’t think he had the chops, but because he straight up was going to leave the courtroom and his client, had Trucy not stepped in and played hostage. He had to learn to be more confident in himself and not give up no matter how bad the situation is. No client is going to trust him, if he’s this quick to leave when the heat hasn’t risen yet.

And now, look where he is today. Even just not trusting can be the greatest motivation for improvement.

(He might even prove to be a better and more capable lawyer than me one day.)

- Phoenix Wright