#jack isn’t a coward

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Pulitzer: You are, without a doubt, the worst strike leader I’ve ever heard of.

Jack: But you have heard of me.

[candycandy00]

Office Life (Shigaraki x Reader)

Just Shigaraki awkwardly fantasizing about the cute receptionist who works in the same office building as him. You guys let me know if you like this quick “imagine” format for when I don’t have a full fanfic idea.

Smut. 18+. Violence/Blood (not Reader’s). Gender neutral Reader. Dubcon.

Shigaraki, who never had much interest in sex before, when he was so busy with the League and the war. Sure he jacked off to hentai every now and then, but the thought of having real life sex with a real live person didn’t really enter his brain. 

Until now. 

Shigaraki, who is fresh out of prison and working a dumb office job as part of his “rehabilitation”. Who is ignored and avoided by most of his coworkers because of his very publicized past. 

Shigaraki, who just can’t understand why you’re nice to him, why you smile at him so sweetly, like he’s an actual human being and not a monster. Why you, the cute receptionist from down the hall, keeps coming into the office he works in with five other men, desks all lined up neatly. 

Shigaraki, who likes that you look at him and acknowledge him, but sometimes has the irrational urge to show you how terrifying and monstrous he can be, to make you fear him the way everyone else does.

Shigaraki, who sometimes has violent fantasies about you that he will never act upon. Like today when you come into the room to share cookies you baked and brought in to the office. You, having such an obvious crush on him that even a socially inept weirdo like him can tell, blush and smile shyly when he takes a cookie from the box you hold out to him. 

Shigaraki, who has no idea what you could possibly like about him, but feels a little smug that the rest of the guys in the office are clearly jealous. 

And as you move toward the back of the room handing out cookies, constantly glancing back to see if he’s eating his, as if wanting his approval, Shigaraki’s dark fantasy takes over again. 

He imagines standing up from his chair and moving through the room, decaying each man in turn, most of them still holding their dumb fucking cookies, only to reach the back, where you’re cowering in a corner, trembling with fear as blood pools around your feet. 

You turn around to look at him, terror in those big wet eyes of yours, and then the pleading starts. He imagines you begging him not to kill you, babbling promises to not tell anyone, confessing your love in some desperate attempt to win his favor. You’re still clutching your frilly pink box of homemade cookies in your shaking hands. 

In his fantasy, he has perfect control over his quirk at all times, and with no effort at all he can decay the clothes right off your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable in the room full of bloody chunks. And you drop the cookies in your shock, trying to cover yourself with your hands. 

He won’t allow that. He’s wondered what you look like under your clothes for too long. And so he roughly pulls your hands away, getting an eye full, before shoving your back onto the nearest desk, spreading you open and unbuckling his pants. 

In this fantasy, you always struggle at first. But after he starts fucking you hard, you begin moaning his name, wrapping your arms around him, looking up at him with teary eyes and blushing cheeks as he rails you. 

Shigaraki, who snaps back to reality when you walk by him, the scent of your floral perfume drawing his attention. You look at the uneaten cookie in his hand and a flash of sadness crosses your face. He hurries to take a bite, and tries to give you a smile that isn’t creepy. 

You smile back, and he knows for a fact he will never, ever act on his worst impulses with you. Because far more than his desire to show you how much of a villain he can be, he wants you to keep smiling at him. 

And someday, maybe he’ll stop being a fucking coward and ask you to go to a movie with him. 

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Kieran Duffy Mini Analysis

Since I struggle to imagine how Kieran’s facial and body expressions are portrayed, I compiled some notes on clips and dialogue. Uploading for other Kieran fans to enjoy.

To the point: Kieran is not a stammering short coward. He is a plucky man who can stand his ground and leans into his whiny feebleness when his life depends on it. He’s funny and has more guts socially than much of the VDL gang!

I’m chapter 1, we get introduced to him with cowering after being slapped by Colm and fleeing rather than fight. Kieran isn’t a coward, more like a guy who squirms, lies, and pleads if his life depends on it. I suggest you read this post for more info on how Kieran’s apparent feebleness is an exaggeration he puts on to survive in a cut throat gang. After given time to wallow in the stables in Colter, Kieran starts putting up a fight and threatens the VDL gang with the O’Driscolls coming for them for taking him hostage. He fights his restraints and holds angry eye contact with his captors, only breaking breaking when the conversation ends and he falls over again. From what I can tell, Kieran always has a grumpy face whenever interacted with. He boldly says he’d rather die to Arthur’s face!

It’s in chapter 2 where his fight becomes more desperate from the starvation and abuse. He by no means gives up, he keeps up blabbering that he “ain’t an O’Driscoll” even tho he ends up divulging information and seems to know a suspicious lot about Colm and the O’Driscolls.

Mid chapter 2 and onwards, he mellows out into a guy who tries to be as nice and as unobtrusive as possible. He still keeps eye contact when speaking and even puts assertiveness behind some of his words. He has the guts to say to people’s face to leave him alone and stop fucking with him. He also doesn’t shy from grumbling and making “oh come on!🙄” gestures when verbally harassed by the gang. He visibly gets frustrated when called an O’Driscoll but he usually has to calm himself down till he can respond dejectedly rather than actually angrily. He did get upset with Sean and stand in front of him with no cowering to stand his ground when called an O’Driscoll (until he got headbutted).

He thanks people and sounds amused and surprisingly relaxed for his situation. (Idk how to explain it but) he has a smile in his tone of voice in some dialogue. Sometimes greets Arthur in a chipper way. Sweet! Even has the emotional vulnerability to apologize to Abigail about Jack going missing. Kieran asserts his value to the club by taking pride in his horse knowledge and fishing skill. He sternly Arthur he’ll “teach him something” when it comes to fishing. See, useful!

He is still easily threatened by the gang if they get up in his face or yell. He leans away, goes silent, slowly pulls his hands closer to his chest, and goes still when intimidated. It takes a few seconds before he relaxes afterwards. This is what I consider the extent of his cowardly behavior. He just shuts up and backs off. He only ups his pleading and squirming when his life actively depends on it.

Headcanon territory: after listening to ~7 minutes of cut Kieran fighting audio, I can definitely say that this man has some lungs on him! The rasp to his voice makes me think he’s worked his voice hoarse (haha, horse pun) enough times to leave permanent damage/evidence in his voice. I think he damaged his voice while with the O’Driscolls. When he’d be on a job, he’d rely on shouting threats and malicious taunting to intimidate the enemy since his looks aren’t that scary. Plus, if he was amongst a group of O’Driscoll during a gunfight, no one would get a good look at him as he dips out of cover to shoot, they’d just hear his raspy shouting about “cutting all their damn throats” and “this ain’t gonna end pretty, boys” (this one is my favorite because if you listen to the line, you can REALLY hear the rasp in the “boys”).

I’m gonna go out on a limb and say (whether he admits it or not) Kieran does enjoy gunfights. Kieran by no means asked to join a life of crime and I am sure he did NOT want to kill anyone at the start, but over time shit corrupts and feeling the power of firing and seeing his enemies drop gave Duffy a semblance of control back to his life. In a gunfight, no colleagues pay attention to him and he can simply enjoy his brief power trip.

A more wholesome HC: much of the cut Kieran audio has him talking or greeting the other gang members with friendliness. He’s comfortable enough to tease or criticize the VDL gang. I imagine these lines would’ve been for a version where he gets to stick with the gang long enough for him to be trusted and for him to relax into his natural personality! Kieran still has his mumbly quiet moments (usually when exhausted) but he also sounds like he’s smiling more and even making jokes. Even makes harmless jabs at Arthur if he returns to camp bloodied or dirty. Has the courage to ask questions (I can’t find the exact line but I heard a couple where he was asking Arthur what he was doing in “his space” and if he needed to borrow “his things” so Kieran was either given or claimed ownership of stuff) and set boundaries (many cut quotes of Kieran asking others to buzz off or give him space because he wants to be alone). He’ll even express his anger if you push his buttons too much. After ramping down his nature to be this declawed version of himself, I imagine being no only bark but bring on the bite feels amazing.

Tldr: Kieran isn’t your baby girl. He is a kick ass ex-O’Driscoll who is a great asset to the VDL gang.

I also wanna mention that this post utterly changed how I thought of Kieran. I suggest giving it a read!

[daisyswift3]

KAYLORS I JUST DECIPHERED THE PR MESSAGES FROM PRESENT 🎁 ANON AND AM NOW VERY CERTAIN THEY’RE LEGIT TOO. So we started receiving these very interesting anon messages exactly 2 months before the release of TTPD (release was 4/19)

We were told to keep our eyes peeled for a present or gift we would be receiving and well we got it

There are P's and R's repeated in the messages. "The hint is in the words." P = PETER. R = ROBIN. Those songs are a gift to us kaylors. They're separated by just one song, the Bolter (which I'm 99% sure is related to the 8th 🎃 message bc Taylor almost drowns and a bolter is a coward which was the main point of the message); and Taylor mentions CPR in So Long, London which means they're all related. Bc Cassandra = Taylor, Peter = her second kid, Robin, = her first kid. They're related bc they're a family. I think it's possible those are the actual names of her two kids

"This is not the manuscript" i.e. the manuscript (closing track) is not the gift, it's the songs right before it! Robin is the 2nd to last song, Peter the 4th to last, and Cassandra the 5th to last. "It has been hidden well, look where the above may find you." They can be found in the track titles themselves. "Plausible deniability. Think of the one we continue to revisit"--K and T have plausible deniability since everyone thinks those are JK's kids. BUT "the volcano will soon rupture, whoever is to defame" which means that one day all the truth will come spilling out regardless of the defamation that will happen. "Restful, reticent, restraint. And PUBLISH!"--perhaps a tell-all memoir??

"The predecessor was the crumb" in other words peace "I'd give you my wild, give you a child" (see this post) was just a faint hint but now she's getting really close to revealing everything which is what the volcano 🌋 represents! THE DANDELIONS IN THE ROBIN LYRIC VID. Robin is the single dandelion floret (secret) she was so worried abt sending into someone else’s yard in the 7th 🎃 message (see this post). She was afraid that sending this song out into the world could expose the truth she’s worked so hard to protect before she’s ready but she did it anyway. “Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore.” “But the story isn’t mine anymore.” 🎃 mentions how the recipient of the dandelion would also blow and spread the florets which might mean kaylors would catch on and spread the secret. The 8th message also mentions a dandelion that the enemy has and spreads but I’m not yet sure who this person is—also this person could be the “recipient” and not kaylors but I’m not sure. And I’m not sure if this means they’d like us to kinda keep this to ourselves and not use Robin as a gotcha since it’s meant to be more of a seed planted for future use (no pun intended). But it definitely seems like they aren’t ready to reveal everything just yet

"As the neighbor holds the lamp to witness her Goodbye" = "Now you're in my backyard turned into good neighbors" and "But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light"

"Reach those lanterns a little bit higher for you shall receive a metaphor so dire"--a jack-o-lantern like pumpkin anon? These metaphorical messages will help us to understand K and T's entire complicated situation?

"When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me"--"breath of fresh air through smoke rings." Haven't quite figured out what this part means yet but it reminds me of blowing smoke which means to deliberately confuse or deceive (lavender haze mv)

This is as far as I've gotten w decoding the messages. This all adds a lot of context to those 🎃 messages and makes them a little more clear. There’s definitely more clues in there we have yet to decipher so pls share your thoughts

[dizscreams]

“FINDING LOVE, BEYOND THE SEA”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem!mermaid!reader

SUMMARY: Ethan explored the beach and he finds you and its all fluffy or whatever woooohoooo

A/N: saw the little mermaid yesterday and since I only ever think of Jack/Ethan this idea came to mind lol enjoy :)

TAGS: @xyzstar @ourloveisgod23 @wenvierismycomfort @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @dizzyscreams @mbankfav @aqellano @c8rdigan @jakesgirll @astermath @gabbylovesreading

“Don’t go too far, dude. Sam will kill me if I loose one of you idiots,” Chad said to Ethan as he put on his sunglasses. Ethan only rolled his eyes in reply and went off. He liked the beach, it was calm, it was pretty, but he preferred walking through the sand than swimming in the ocean. He put his AirPods in and looked around.

People were running around, some tanning some burning from the scorching sun, some surfing or swimming. He ended up walking far enough to the point where less and less people were. Ethan checked his phone and it had only been 15 minutes so he kept walking.

He kept walking until he found a secluded place near some rocks. It was a lagoon surrounded by palm trees and plants. If he didn’t go closer to it he would’ve never known it was there. He thought it was interesting but Ethan was hardly the type to explore further so he turned around.

As he was about to walk back to the beach he heard something. It sounded like a splash so he turned back around, but there was nothing there. He squinted his eyes to try and see into the almost clear water but there was nothing he could see. He went to walk away again but heard another splash so he quickly turned around and saw something or someone.

He saw you, you who had popped your head out of the water and had your arms propped up on a rock, you who had gorgeous eyes, who had a seashell top, who had scales and a tail. Ethan stumbled backwards at the sight. Maybe he had been in the sun too long. Maybe it was just a fake tail and you were trying to prank people. He stood there looking at you while you looked at him too.

You had never seen a human this close before. You had barely seen one at all before. Your people thought they were dangerous, but something about this one excited you. “I wont bite, I promise,” you told him sweetly. You examined his pretty features, he had brown eyes and curly hair, he was gorgeous.

“Um, what- uh what are you?” He stammered and took another small step backwards. The poor boy seemed terrified. “Would you believe me if I said a mermaid? I know it seems silly.” You slowly got out of the water and sat on a rock not facing him. “There’s no reason to be scared though, I won’t hurt you.”

You figured mermaids didn’t get a great reputation, but if anything mermaids were more scared of humans.

He watched as your hands squeezed the water out of your hair and he watched your tail. It was still in the water moving back and forth slowly. “How are you real?” He asked moving forward a bit. It didn’t make any sense to him. Ethan always liked facts more than make believe. It made him feel safer knowing than not.

You shrugged at his question, “Not sure. The same as you I suppose,” you giggled looking at him, “Nobody ever comes over here. Not humans not mermaids, it’s usually just me. It’s a cool spot isn’t it?”

He nodded and you frowned, “I’m sorry for scaring you,” you said quietly, “Would you like me to leave?”

One part of Ethan wanted to run away like the coward he was but some other part of him shook his head at you, “No, you can stay. This is your place anyways, would you like me to go?” His voice was small and he found himself stuttering a bit. “No, you can stay,” you said smiling. Your presence was calming and your smile was so contagious that Ethan smiled back.

“Would you like to sit?”

“Um yeah sure.”

Ethan walked towards you slowly and sat down on the rock next to you. You were even more beautiful now that he could see you better. You were practically glowing in the sunlight. “So, what’s your name human?” You asked curiously, tilting your head. “Ethan, what’s yours?” “Y/n.” “That’s pretty,” he said quietly. “Thank you,” you smiled.

“What’s that in your ears?” You asked poking him, to which he slightly flinched at. He didn’t even realize his AirPods were still in his ears. “Headphones, they allow you to listen to music.”

Your face contorted to one of confusion and he laughed, “Here, take one.” He gently gave you one and helped you put it in your ear correctly. You slightly shivered at the contact plus his voice in your ear, “There, like that.” He pulled away from you and looked at his phone to see the song playing. He decided it was appropriate enough for you and looked at you, waiting for a reaction.

Your mouth was slightly open and your eyes were wide, “This is weird but it’s amazing!”

He laughed and nodded. You both sat there in comfortable silence listening to music together before you pointed to the top of his head. “What are those?” He felt the top of his head and found that his sunglasses were still there. He grabbed them, “These?” You nodded and he took them off. “Sunglasses. These help keep the sun out of your eyes.”

“Can I put them on?”

“Sure,” he shrugged before handing them to you.

You put them on backwards causing him to laugh, “Like this,” he gently grabbed them off your face and flipped them before handing them back to you. You put them back on correctly this time. “Perfect,” he said smiling. You smiled back and looked around. “I like them. Do I look cool?”

He chuckled at you, there was something just so innocent about you. “Yeah, you do.”

He wanted to know more about you and he wanted to show you more. He guessed you didn’t know a lot of human stuff.

Ethan’s phone vibrated and he checked it to see a text from Chad.

Chad

Dude where are you were about to leave

Ethan muttered a curse and got up, “Hey, I have to go, my friends are waiting for me.” You frowned and handed him back his AirPods quickly but he stopped you when you tried taking off the sunglasses. “You can keep them, they suit you.”

You smiled and jumped into the water. You put your hands on the rock and looked up at him, “Will I see you again?” He smiled and nodded, “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“Maybe next time you can swim with me!”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You flapped your tail and went back underwater. He watched as you swam away gracefully and he walked away.

He made a mental note for when he got home that he’d do as much research on mermaids as humanly possible. He definitely couldn’t tell anyone about this.

What a weird day.

Don’t like this lmao but couldn’t get the idea out of my head 😣

[stargirl-and-potts]

Ed called himself the devil, and the crew his kids, like he was making them into some absurd legend of the high seas. And he kept up a hell of a theater. Everything the crew had asked Stede for at the start, everything they’d seemed to revere in Ed — he produced it tenfold. He looked just like the myth, the monster, the terror, and he made them the same. He did everything to show the world that caricature Izzy demanded. And Edward watched his step, and cried behind closed doors, and didn’t speak. Edward wasn’t seen on deck once after Izzy told him to put him away.

And then after they “talk it through,” and Ed knows decisively he’s failed even this — even his best performance — then he washes his face, and puts his hair up, and shows up smiling and soft-faced to steer them straight into the storm. I think that was Edward on deck, giving up at last on watching his step. Not the Kraken — Edward in despair, because his best bravura performance of the theater of fear couldn’t save or satisfy anyone. And he knew it never would — if they went on like that they’d all die anyway, on someone’s sword, or on the end of the noose.

When he asked Izzy to enlighten him on where he’d gone wrong I do think he wanted to offer Izzy one last chance to admit he didn’t want what he’d demanded from him. But I don’t think he had any real hope that Izzy did regret that. He believed Izzy was going to continue to believe in brutality, to require his performance of Blackbeard until they all mutinied or died, and that no one would stop him; that no one wanted just Ed.

And Izzy then says again to his face that it’s love that ruined everything, not the monstrous performance overtaking their humanity, and that’s what puts Ed over the edge.

He wants the crew to kill Izzy for saying love has ruined them, since he can’t. And when they don’t, he wants Izzy to kill him. (Izzy seems to love that he wants that from him; he beams, and he seems flustered to find he can’t quite do it. He adores that Ed wouldn’t ask anyone else — one final intimacy of shared despair, the death of both their humanity, and he can’t pull it out of himself. He pretends it’s Ed that’s the coward, still.)

And since Izzy won’t end him, Ed steers into the storm, puts on his brightest, bravest performance of Ed the madman, but for once it’s a performance he believes in. He wants the crew to despair of him, the way he has. He wants them to fear him the way he does. He wants their horror, their hatred, as well as his own, if he can’t have anyone’s heart.

I think he wants Jim to fight him instead of Archie — to prove to him that love means something to someone on this ship. And maybe he thinks Jim and the rest deserve to die with him if they won’t put him down and save their loves and spare the world from him. But his euphoric “Finally” makes me think he trusts they will — that they’ll see he shouldn’t live and spare him the decision. That anyone can see he’s earned his end.

It’s horrible, but it’s all he believes is real any more — that there isn’t a place for him on this earth, that the albatross can never land, and that the only peace he’ll get is to be sent under the waves like his father before him, like Hornigold and Jack and the rest — to go down to where the monsters sink when the world is done with them. And when Izzy decides Ed’s request for death is justified, and returns shot for shot, instead of saying he was wrong — Ed is glad. When the rest of the crew finishes what Izzy can’t, Ed welcomes their despair of him. He can’t keep tallying the days on his wall. He can’t bear any more hope.

Which is why I love that we saw in the end, in the in-between, he wasn’t really ready to go. In the quiet of his own soul, without any eyes on him, he was still trying to kill the Hornigold in him who said this is all he was, that he would never be good for anything else, that dying was all he could hope for.

And it’s why I love that Stede didn’t meet him at the surface, in the open air— he dove down into the depths with him. He brought the light with him; he changed the waters from a nightmare into a dream. Ed went from sinking to weightless, just because he realized that there in the depths one person still wanted Edward — one person believed in his love.

[villaim]

pov: your phone dies on a call

+ || what happens when you suddenly hang up on them?

genre — crack, fluff

notes — g/n reader, can be interpreted as platonic/romantic, reader is close with said character, wrote most of this at 2 am

goes into panic mode —

HELLO?? WHY DID YOU HANG UP?? ARE YOU MAD AT ME?!: your phone died while on a call and you receive 52 text messages and 26 missed calls from them in the span of 3 minutes. the call back immediately started with them saying something along the lines of “did i do something wrong?”, “are you mad at me?” or “IM SO SORRY!”.

+ KALIM, azul, sebek (1) (isn’t asking if he did something wrong, is shouting at you in anger), cater (doesn’t think he did something wrong, just wanted to talk to you)

calls you one time, gives up, waits for you to call back —

responds back angrilly. “WHY DID YOU HANG UP.” they nag about it for a good 30 seconds before continuing as if nothing happened.

+ vil (1), riddle

asks why you hung up and then continues the conversation. they are normal! *applause*

+ trey, deuce, silver, malleus (was secretly hurt when you hung up), jack, jamil, jade

is too scared to call back —

congratulations! the person you decided to call is too much of a coward to call you back. in reality they are scared that you think of them as annoying or irritable. just call them back and say your phone died before they pass out.

+ IDIA

marches over to your dorm —

you hung up ON THEM?? they knock on the door and won’t stop knocking until you open up. they throw a temper tantrum about how you should learn to charge your phone and that it’s improper to hang up so suddenly. personally me, i can’t believe they act like this in high school.

+ sebek (2) (offensive), vil (2) (affectionate)

you thought you could get rid of them? they are actually 20 seconds away from your room, unlock the door.

+ ROOK, lilia, ace (he asked if you wanted to hang out right before you ended the call)

does not respond to your callback —

you hung up on them? they hang up on you. they will either not respond or answer the phone, then immediately hang up out of spite. you eventually end up on a 2 hour call 5 minutes later.

+ LEONA, ruggie, epel, floyd (you put him in a mood)

[radioactivemoss]

lines from musicals that make me want to scream (affectionate)

“Maybe he'll come today/Maybe he came already/And he's sitting in the drawing room /And I simply forgot” —No One Else, Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

“Guys are fightin', bleedin' fallin'/Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack/Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go”—Santa Fe, Newsies

“I gets weary/And sick of trying/I’m tired of living/But scared of dying”—Old Man River, Showboat

“You, the one I left behind/If you ever walk this way/Come and find me lying in the bed I made”—Flowers, Hadestown

“Damned if you don’t/Damned if you do/Whole damn nation’s watching you”—Word to the Wise, Hadestown

“Where is the girl called Esmeralda?/The flames grow tall/And sharp as fleurs-de-lis/All Paris burns for Esmeralda/And still it all comes down to her and me”—Esmeralda, the Hunchback of Notre Dame

“Now here is a riddle to guess if you can/Sing the bells of Notre Dame/What makes a monster and what makes a man?”—The Bells of Notre Dame, the Hunchback of Notre Dame

“I see nothing but the candle in the mirror/No visions of the future/So lost and alone”—Letters, Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

“Can you show me now that I would not be killed in vain?/Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain”—Gethsemane, Jesus Christ Superstar

“Look at all my trials and tribulations/Sinking in a gentle pool of wine/Don't disturb me now; I can see the answers/Till 'this evening' is 'this morning', life is fine”—The Last Supper, Jesus Christ Superstar

“Now that we have the gentleman/What more evidence do we need?/Judas, thank you for the victim/Stay a while and you'll see him bleed!”—The Arrest, Jesus Christ Superstar

“Start by admitting/From cradle to tomb/Isn’t that long a stay”—Cabaret, Cabaret

“Every coward seems courageous in the safety of the crowd/Bravery can be contagious when the band is playing loud/ Nothing makes a man so bold/As a woman's smile and a hand to hold/But all alone, his blood runs thin/And doubt comes... doubt comes in”—His Kiss, The Riot, Hadestown

[raggstorice]

Incorrect Quotes Part: 2!

(using the Incorrect Quotes generator)

Savannaclaw!

(ft: Idia/Malleus, MC, Cheka, & Farena)

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(Dorm dinnertimes.)

Ruggie: Jack, can you pass the salt?

Jack: Throws Leona across the table

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(Leona and Jack sitting in jail together)

Jack: So who should we call?

Leona: I’d call Ruggie, but I feel safer in jail

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(during a dorm party)

Leona: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Jack: You’re a hazard to society

Ruggie: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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Jack: HELP! I TOLD RUGGIE I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Leona, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(HC: Leona can cook he just lacks motivation)

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Leona: I told Jack their tail wags when they lie.

Ruggie: Why?

Leona: Look.

Leona: Hey Jack! Do you love us?

Jack, holding their tail: No.

Ruggie:

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Ruggie: You have to apologize to Farena.

Leona: Fine.

Leona: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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(Babysitting...)

Leona: While I’m gone, Cheka, you’re in charge.

Cheka: Yes!!!

Leona, whispering: Ruggie, you’re secretly in charge.

Ruggie: Obviously.

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Leona, probably about like- Idia or Malleus?: They stole from me first!

Jack: Mhm.

Leona: Stole my heart...

Ruggie: It is still illegal to commit murder.

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Leona: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Jack: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Ruggie: Smad.

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Farena: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Leona: You were flirting with (Insert Farena wife name here.)

Farena: So what? Shes my Wife.

Leona: You asked them if they were single.

Farena:

Leona: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Leona, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Jack: You did WHAT–

Ruggie: William Snakepeare

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Leona, talking about his lack of motivation: Sometimes I even drink milk straight out of the container!

Jack: The cow???

Leona: What?

Ruggie: Jack, W H Y?

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Leona: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Jack: Just rip the bandage off.

Leona: It’s Idia/Malleus.

Ruggie: Put the bandage back on.

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Jack: What time is it?

MC: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

MC: Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune

Leona: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

MC: It’s 2 am

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Cheka, texting Leona: Unca! Help I’m being kidnapped

Leona: Where are you?

Cheka: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Leona: I’ll call Farena.

Farena, answering their phone: Y’ello?

Leona: Where’s Cheka? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Farena: Cheka? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Farena:

Farena: I’ll call you back. hangs up

Farena: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Cheka: WHO ARE YOU?!

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(playing a card game like trial by trolley or something)

Jack: If Ruggie and I were drowning, who would you save?

Leona: You two can’t swim?

Ruggie: It’s a hypothetical question, Leona! who would you save?

Leona: my time and effort.

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Ruggie: We need to get through this locked door. Leona, give me your credit card.

Leona: Here.

Ruggie, pocketing it: Thanks. Jack, kick down the door.

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Authors Note: I didn't know any other love interests besides Malleus and Idia soooo

[juno-of-wonderland]

Jack - Hoko - Apprentice of Leona

(he’s a dog centaur for this- because Ough)

When he first senses you he immediately goes to defend his tree to make sure you don’t cut it down

though he does loosen his guard when he senses Leona with you (a fellow Guard Yokai)

he bows during meetings and says a quick “hello master”

he refuses to let anyone near his tree besides his pack or his master. Anyone Else is FORBIDDEN

He’s a very good boy, but he isn’t a stupid drooling regular dog, so don’t get it mixed up master

Floyd - Eel nyngo - Master of Lies

he tried to sink your ship, since Nyngo are otherworldly horrors.

more fish then human, but still similar to his eel form in game, just a bit more- loooong boy.

he cannot deny his eel instincts so when he gets flustered he hides in his cave

eels are cowards as Floyd said. So he has to have his own cave or else he’ll bite everyone

he has no human form but can survive on land and sea, because fucking lungs AND gills

Guys, come enjoy this with me

[yuurei20]

Leona Info Compilation part 18: Jack (pt 3)

Leona compliments Jack repeatedly during Halloween and even invites him to his hometown in the Tamashina-Mina event to participate in a tournament.

Leona also downplays his worry for Jack during Spectral Soiree though Ruggie calls him out on it with, “C’mon, Leona. Would it kill you to be honest with the guy and tell him you were worried?”

Jack has a Chat line of “I hear the King of Beasts took a special interest in his rascal of a nephew. Protective AND good with kids? They don’t make kings like that every day”, insinuating that Leona might actually be meeting Jack’s inflated expectations for him; Jack just doesn’t know him well enough to realize it.

During the New Year’s event Sebek and Vil insist on a “hagoita” battle and Leona refuses outright, preferring to return to the dorm.

When Jack asks him to participate, however, Leona acquiesces.

Leona seems to regard Jack with (possibly exasperated) fondness, but even post-Book-2 Jack hasn’t any deeper understanding of Leona, and continues to struggle with his regard for him: he comments in Book 4 on Leona being “good enough to do anything when he applies himself, so why doesn’t he?”, and reacts with surprise when he learns that Leona skips PE classes despite being good at athletics.

When Ruggie recommends that Jack serve Leona as someone Jack admires Jack says, “I’m not sure I’d say I ‘admire’ him. I do wanna surpass Leona one day, but…”

Behind Leona’s back Jack calls him “lazy” and “irritable”, and he compares Riddle favorably to Leona by saying Riddle doesn’t pull dirty tricks like Leona does, and Riddle “isn’t scared of puttin' in some effort to get ahead.”

(The translation of 卑怯 in this scene has been made into “coward”, which I’m not sure is a word I’d have chosen. “Cowardice” is a potential definition, but like most things it varies depending on context: it can also mean “meanness” or “unfairness”. The word has appeared before, and NA chose to translate it as “obvious bias”, i.e. “unfairness”, while NA has gotten the word “coward” from 臆病 before, which is correct. It seems like Jack is more likely to be accusing Leona of playing unfair than calling him a coward in this vignette, as fairness vs. unfairness is a big deal to Jack.)

Despite Jack’s internal conflict he has surprisingly little issue with following Leona’s orders day-to-day, and when Vil tries to blame Leona for Jack’s inability to wear his ceremonial robes correctly Jack tells Vil that Leona has nothing to do with it.

Jack also defends Leona during Port Fest: when a stranger insinuates Jack or Ruggie may have had something to do with his missing wallet Jack does not react, but when the person accuses Leona he becomes aggressive and Leona has to call him off.

Jack going to Leona for advice is a major plot point in Port Fest: Jack initially consults with Rook, but it becomes apparent to Rook very quickly that Jack is not going to listen to any of his advice.

Rook encourages Jack to go to someone else for help; someone whom he looks up to with his whole heart, who he sees as a true “leader.” Jack goes to Leona.

Jack tells Deuce that “Leona being amazing is no surprise” and, “I can definitely look up to a guy like Leona!”

Jack says, “I’m always impressed when I see Leona leading my dorm mates. I gotta catch up to him, quick.”

Leona says Jack brought him an “extra-large slab of meat” for his birthday and, “the guy knows what I like.”

[bellarkeselection]

I've Been More Than A Friend

Request from @bvbwestfall Reader is Spencer's childhood friend and hears that Spencer has been home for a few days so she goes over to the dutton ranch and slaps him and they fight but confess feelings for each other (I actually love this request for him ❤️)

“Spencer, you may want to go outside you’ve got that little L/n girl riding up on a horse all in a huff.” He heard his mother reply from the kitchen so he went to see what was going on. Racing up towards their house I quickly dismounted my horse kicking up dust as I stomped up the wooden stairs seeing the face of my childhood best friend open the front door. “Hey Y/n, what’s going on?” He asked so causally like he couldn’t see I was mad at him. He had gone off to Africa after his time in the war and then I hear from Jack that he’s back and not from him directly. Raising my right hand up I slapped him hard across the face where his brown hat fell off his head holding his burning cheek when his eyes focused on mine filled with anger. “You are an asshole for not telling you were back for weeks. And I had to hear it from Jack. I mean seriously Spencer does me being your best friend mean nothing!”

He reached down snagging his cowboy hat up from the floor of the porch. Putting it back on his head before he finally made eye contact with me. Spencer and I have grown up by the others side for our entire lives. He knows more about me then my other friends do. Except for one tiny thing my huge crush on the oldest Dutton. “Y/n, what are you - you - I’m not the same as you remember me. War changed me. Plus someone attacked my family-“ I cut him off giving him a shove backwards on the porch almost making him fall onto his back. “I know about the attack. I was here for it and you know what I was thinking. God I wish that Spencer was here because we could have gone after the cowards together. I promised - we promised that we would always be there for one another and what happened you left. You left and broke my heart!”

“Your heart, what are you talking about darling. Hold up are you telling me that you’ve had a crush on me this whole time and never told me?” Spencer asked where I throw my hands up shouting in his face with some tears falling. “Yes. God for a cowboy you sure are clueless. I mean how have you not seen me here-“ I get cut off mid sentence when he snacks his arms securely around my waist tugging me against his chest. He crashes his lips onto mine passionately causing me to grip his jacket in my hands kissing back until we were both panting for air. “I’ve been more than a friend to you for awhile now. I just thought you wanted someone else. Someone better than me, Y/n. But I love you. I’ll always love you with my heart.”

“There’s no one else like you, Spencer. I don’t want anyone else to have my heart but you. We know almost every secret of the other so that isn’t something to ignore. I love you too cowboy.” I declare wrapping my arms around his neck leaning up on my toes before he crashes his lips onto mine he wrapped his arms around my waist. Never breaking the kiss I wrapped my arms around his waist holding me close to his chest. Spencer moved pressing my back against one of the stone walls when my fingers knotted themselves into his hair knocking his hat off his head. “You better be planning on marrying that girl before you sleep with her on our front porch Spencer.” We broke the kiss with our hair all tousled staring at his mother standing in the doorway scolding us before he sat me on my feet grabbing his hat placing it on my head seeing me blushing.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sepublic]

I’d argue that, unintentionally or otherwise, On Stranger Tides is a fairly proletarian film. You can basically boil down OST to the story of a bunch of men being forced to work under the worst boss(es) ever; The enslaved sailors of Blackbeard’s crew are lied to about the premises and nature of their work, and as I said, are enslaved with no pay. They’re forced to do increasingly ludicrous and dangerous tasks for their master Blackbeard, who has the gall to call them cowards when they attempt to flee from the mermaids... Even though Blackbeard himself, conspicuously, is not in the water participating in the hunt with them.

Jack Sparrow may as well be a stand-in for unions, someone who’s looking out for his fellow worker, doing his damnedest to keep as many people alive as possible and forsaking his personal goals for the wellness of others. He might grouse about having to rescue everyone at Whitecap Bay, but we know he’d do it again, just as he jumps down the waterfall to find the chalices so nobody else has to, and sacrifices his shot for immortality to save Angelica (whose devotion to her father has him callously attempt to take her life for his own).

He’s the guy inciting Blackbeard’s crew to mutiny against him, and tries to take the fall for the Cook, knowing he is needed but his fellow slave isn’t (It fails, but the effort is what counts). Blackbeard’s zombies are the natural extreme of unquestioning servitude to their master, and there would’ve been a scene where the Cook is revealed to have become a zombie himself, which plays into the dehumanization of everyone’s labor. 

Blackbeard’s crew only stick around and work for him as long as they need to, as much as they need to; But as soon as their boss is struck down, they have zero qualms with abandoning him to his fate and siding with their liberator Barbossa, for whom they end on an infinitely more happy, hope-filled note. Barbossa is a fellow pirate who works down and dirty on their level (in the previous film, he waxes poetic about pirates who tame the sea through the sweat of their own brow, and proves he means it), and has an actual connection to his crew. 

Likewise, you’ve got the navy, working for Barbossa, who is working for King George II. There’s a scene where they realize they’re all sailing towards certain doom at Whitecap Bay, but Barbossa pulls everyone back into line by waxing poetic about their national loyalty and ideology, chanting “Are we not king’s men?” This works, and what do these king’s men get for sticking to their posts?

Most are unceremoniously massacred by the mermaids. Barbossa, who is revealed to only be in this for himself and has zero concern for the crown, doesn’t even bat an eye. His abandonment of his crew is first and foremost out of apathy, and not resignation to his own powerlessness against the mermaids, and everyone with him knows it. 

The film ends with everyone working for King George II slaughtered, with the last and most notable death being Groves; He makes a bold yet impractical stance for his majesty, and is casually killed by the Spanish for it. The redcoats are roused to sacrifice themselves for leaders who don’t care and are lounging on food and drink (King George II and Barbossa), and only ever suffer for their ideological loyalty. Similarly, Blackbeard’s zombies stay loyal to him even when he is struck down, but all they get for their efforts is being crushed under a giant pillar.

As I said, Barbossa DOES play the role of an uncaring boss to the redcoats, but he is beholden to another uncaring boss of his own, King George II, whom the movie gives a fairly unflattering, pampered portrayal of. Barbossa may enjoy the finer things in life too, but he’s still a hardworking man who recognized the callousness of the crown, and only used it for his own agenda, rather than allow the other way around to occur.

Likewise, you have him and Gibbs, who is a former navy sailor who left to become a pirate. Once more, he is dragged into servitude, but he makes sure to negotiate his own survival by recognizing the value of what he can provide, and holding onto that; This mindfulness keeps him alive, and allows Gibbs to escape to safety before the final act, and even retrieve the Black Pearl and other ships for his luck.

OST argues this; Only work for your employer for as much as you need to, but once you have what you want, get out ASAP. Barbossa knows the crown doesn’t care for the expendable redcoats, so he prioritizes his own agenda, fulfills it, and leaves on a triumphant ending. Blackbeard’s crew do what they need to do to survive, then skedaddle. Anyone else who bears through the work for the sake of it, such as Angelica or the zombies or redcoats, are only punished for their blind trust. 

Blind ideological faith towards your boss will get you nowhere, so make sure to know the value of what you have to offer, and leverage it as much as possible. Which, given PotC’s emphasis on freedom and defying capitalistic authority... There’s a good argument to be made that this pro-Union film is intentional about its message.

[pigeonwit]

for the fic asks: 11, 14, and 29!!

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

yippeeeee ty jac!

11. do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

honestly no? i kind of hate listening to music while i write, and tbh my taste in music is very pedestrian since i hate going outside my spotify comfort zone, so most of any playlists i try to make just become identical. i DO have one for manhattan wv, though, which helps me get into the weirdcore vibes

14. if you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

besides manhattan wv, i think 'i am not a fool entire' would make a sick ninja turtles comic. i mean i know the 2012 show/comics would NEVER go that route but i can really see it. vivisect the turtle, cowards.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

i can't explain this one besides telling you to check out the latest chapter in my wip-dump on ao3, but essentially, jack tries to find a way to wish never to fall in love with someone, so he paints what he assumes is an impossible person and wishes to only love them - and then his painting walks right into his life. i swear it's better when it's written down, but honestly i didn't see anyone enjoying this as much as i did, so it's not something i plan on posting. but i love weird magical nonsense and i love writing about it, so here it is:

“It’s my fault,” Jack whispers, his eyes fixed on the button of Davey’s shirt that lies over his heart – or perhaps there isn’t a heart there at all, just canvas and paint and brush-hair. “I made – I made a wish, Davey, I’m sorry, it wasn’t s’posed to happen-”

Davey presses his hands to Jack’s shoulders, the skin so warm and real that it makes Jack want to sob.

“Jack, listen to me-”

And all Jack can hear is church bells and the scratch of a pencil and the sobs he kept buried in his stomach-

“I painted you.”

The words come out like torn paper.

“When I was a kid, I painted you. Your face. And – and I made a wish, ‘cause I never wanted it to happen, I thought I could stop it, just maybe-”

“Jack,” Davey says – and Jack can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to Davey’s own, that impossible shade of blue, more real than any shade of paint. He trembles – but Davey’s hands are firm, holding him in place. “Don’t you think I wished for you, too?”

[thesunshineriptide]

First years with a Lamia!Reader

The greek legends say that Lamia was once a beautiful Queen that the king of the gods himself fancied, much to his wife’s ire. When the Queen sired her many children, Hera struck them down by either sending fits of madness into Lamia’s mind, or by her own hand. In her tears, Lamia devoured the children of other mothers, slowly transforming into a terrifying, snakelike demon, who was blind by day, but free to hunt at night.

It is similar to the concept of the Naga, which is a semi-divine being that is half human and half cobra. The Naga is a powerful race, as each can transform between fully human, fully snake, and true naga form at will.

For this particular request, I have combined the two into a very…interesting creature.

Fangs Up!

Tw// monsters, snakes, physical violence, attempted cannibalism (as a joke), fish cannibalism, eating a “dog” whole, biting, mentions of poison/venom

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

There is simply something about you that makes it hard to look away. It’s similar to the Leech twins, in a way, or to the Diasomnia housewarden. There’s something in your eyes, in your movements, in the words that slip from your tongue. The prestige that Leona neglects to carry, but the sociability that Malleus himself lacks.

It seems as though you float, slink, and slide everywhere you go. It seems like one minute someone could be positive they’re completely alone in the hall, and the next they can feel your breath on their neck.

It isn’t uncommon for a non-humanoid to attend Night Raven College, it’s fairly common. It doesn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

All the upperclassmen have to remind themselves that at least they aren’t a first year, like you. They can leave sooner.

Ace:

There’s very few that would be bold enough to actively start a fight with you. Just like the Leech twins, you’re tall, insanely strong, and a bit intimidating. But very obvious warnings can’t stop this idiot!

No, he’s the first freshman to try and make friends with you, and he wastes no time immediately trying to fight you.

But oh, how the tables turn. You catch him alone in the hall between classes, seemingly lost, and walk to stand behind him, reading his schedule over his shoulder. Letting out a ‘tsk’ that sounded more like a hiss seemed to startled Ace, however. He let out a terrified squeak and jumped away panicked.

“Hahahah, you sound like a little mouse!” Your sharp teeth were on full display as you laughed, only remembering after a moment to cover your mouth as you did so, “You look a bit like one too, all wide eyes and big ears.”

“Hey! My ears aren’t big! They’re completely normal sized!” Ace pouted as he nervously covered his ears, “whatever, did you just come to make fun of me, or are you gonna help me get to class? Not that you’d be much help, you probably don’t know where anything is either.”

With a closed mouth grin, you took his schedule from him, “Class 1-7 alchemy? It’s right around the corner, three doors down on the left.” You handed it back, a smug look on your face.

“How’d you even know that? We’ve been here like, four days!”

“Maybe I’m just smarter than you.” You grinned, showing sharp fangs, “If you want, we can walk around campus after classes until you’re familiar with where everything is. It’s what I did.”

Ace raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged, “Sounds better than flamingo duty. Our housewarden is such a stick in the mud.”

You laughed and leaned over him a moment to watch him squirm before simply patting his head, “See you later, Rat tail. I’ll pick you up in the dorm hall, yeah?”

Deuce:

Deuce isn’t a coward in any regard…except for when he’s scared. Listen, he can’t just unleash his delinquent side every time there’s an issue, and he has enough sense to not start shit with you.

However…he can’t naturally escape you. You’re friends with Ace, his best-friend-sometimes-enemy-sometimes-no-homo-boyfriend, so you’re friends with him whether you like it or not!

What he doesn’t seem to realize for a while, though, is that you actually don’t mind his company. He’s a good boy, he does his homework, he doesn’t cause trouble intentionally, and he seems to have enough street smarts to assess situations pretty well, even if he’s gullible and clumsy.

Honestly, nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Deuce,” you start, “Your sleeve has a tear.”

He blinked a moment before looking down at his arm, and, sure enough, there’s a long tear going all the way up his forearm. Not just that, but it’s deep, and he’s bleeding.

“Where did you get that?” You question, voice low, “Was it a fight?”

“N-no! At least, I don’t think so! I don’t remember it.”

You frown and take his arm, holding him tight when he instinctively tries to jerk back. When you run a finger on the cut and frown deeper, he begins to panic.

“Nobody touches what’s mine.” He hears you murmur before letting his arm drop, “I’ll walk you to the infirmary so they can check it out. If you didn’t feel it before, you might have a numbing agent or poison in your system. I’ll mend your shirt and sleeve after it gets washed.”

He doesn’t quite know what to do, but nod dumbly and let you guide him away.

Ace and Deuce see your snake form for the first time together. It seems as though it isn’t something you prefer around here, or around them, but instead something you save for emergencies.

The emergency in question is that their dorm leader is having a mental breakdown and getting pretty close to killing the dorms population.

It’s a few beats into him trying to beat Ace with a rose bush that looks more like a tree before Riddle’s movement stops and he screams in anger.

When Ace manages to peek beyond the shrubbery, he sees you. He watches as you coil yourself around Riddle, restraining his movement with your long snakelike body, face showing a small amount of remorse as you squeeze him until he looks like he’s about to pass out.

Deuce is running to Ace, now, pulling him to his feet.

“Deuce- Deuce, look at the dorm head.”

“I know, I know, I saw.”

“No, I mean the snake- it’s- y/n….”

“I noticed, yeah. Kinda cool to have a snake friend, right?”

Deuce and Ace looked to you at the same time, watching as you opened your mouth to bite a now unconscious Riddle. You paused, locking eyes with them, then closed your mouth and instead let go of Riddle, carefully laying him on the ground.

“Thank you for not eating him, Y/N.”

“I dunno, Deuce, I kinda think they should have.”

“ACE NO-“

Jack:

The best kept secret of NRC is the vow of silence everyone is Heartslabyul was sworn to about how Riddle was defeated. The worst kept secret, though, is how Leona was defeated.

No, you hadn’t really talked to Jack before your investigation into the mysterious accidents right before the spelldrive tournament, but he became a close ally near overnight. Unfortunately, that overnight happened to be the one before the morning Leona overblotted.

Jack looked worriedly between you, the braincell duo, Ruggie, Leona, and Riddle. He needed to find out where to prioritize his needs - you’re built strong, but do you need protecting? Where is he needed most right now?

It’s when you lunge toward Ruggie to get him away from Leona’s grasp that he jumps to action, scooping up Riddle just as his signature spell on Leona fails. He manages to pull him out of danger, and before Riddle can reprimand him, he pulls him back to the ground to avoid a fireball.

He turns to see you trying to throw a spelldrive disc at Leona’s head. Seriously, this is the one who defeated an overblot?

He’s dumbfounded when it works though, and Leona passes out from the hit. Jesus, do you eat steroids for breakfast? Is Leona just that weak?

And he really doesn’t know what to do when you pick up a black gem and lick it. What the fuck is wrong with you. He does a double take when you eye Leona with what he can only describe as hunger.

Jack isn’t sure what he’s doing when he walks over to you, quietly whispering in your ear, “Please don’t eat him, he’s a prince.”

He’s more than happy to find out that you’re actually really cool, though. The more he sees of you afterward, the more he finds himself warming up to you. It seems like you sneak into Savanaclaw just to take naps in the sand, or to cheer him on when he does his morning laps. He appreciates all the little doodles you bring him of animals. Birds, cats, mice, and dogs, mostly, with the occasional giraffe or fish. He keeps them in his binder to look at when he’s feeling sad.

He first sees your snake form when Azul overblots. At first glance he misses you - there’s a lot of skinny long things waving about. But when he counts how many eel merfolk there are in the fight, he notices there’s too many. Or at least, he thinks so.

That’s when it clicked with him. He watched as your scaled body wrapped around Azul’s middle and you tried trapping his arms down, hissing and glaring at him as he writhed in your grasp. It seemed an octopus wasn’t ideal prey.

“Yamakagashi-chan! Bite him!”

Jack’s eyes went wide, “DO NOT BITE HIM.”

“Don’t worry, Jack-kun, Azul himself is venomous. It’s unlikely this will kill him.”

“DO NOT BITE HIM PLEASE, Y/N, I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WONT STOP AT BITING.”

Suddenly, it seemed Azul’s mood shifted from angry to scared, and in an instant he shrunk down to his normal humanoid size, the blot leaving him.

Man, you really had a way or ending fights quick, huh?

“Do you think he tastes like Takoyaki?”

“I KNOW he tastes like Takoyaki~ I used to chomp on his tentacles all the time when we were younger.”

“Y/N DONT EAT HIM”

Epel:

You aren’t ever on Epel’s radar until you’re on Rook’s, because he won’t shut the fuck up about you and it’s really starting to freak him out.

“Ah, the Règle de forme seems to be enjoying some minced meat pie today, how fascinating, how exquisite!”

Epel let’s out a huff before excusing himself from the table to walk up to where you sit, surrounded by your idiots.

“Excuse me? You’re the- uh, Rook called you the Règle de forme? You fought the overblots, right?”

Your eyes flick over him before leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I am. Did you need something?”

“O-oh! Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Vice housewarden Rook has been…uh, hunting you? He does that a lot, but it’s definitely getting uncomfortable so I wanted to tell you in advance of him doing something stupid.”

The easy smile on your face as you lean back forward, head resting on your hand tells him that maybe he shouldn’t have been concerned.

“Will you protect me from him, then?” Epel’s eyes widened as you laughed, “you’re quite adept at spelldrive, surely you can handle this as well, can’t you?”

Epel let the soft boy look on his face drop and he gave a little evil grin, “Yer darn tootin’ I can!”

He watched as you raised an eyebrow before patting the empty seat next to yourself, “Take a seat, cowboy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a royal retainer.”

Epel first sees your snake form on accident. After a long week at college you had disappeared into the woods to ‘blow off steam’, but you hadn’t come back for a few hours, and coincidentally, Rook also disappeared.

So in his nervousness, he ventured into the woods himself to find you.

It wasn’t long until he was lost - he would never admit he was, but he didn’t know the area as well as he knew home, okay? - and heard someone calling his name.

He assumed it was you, and called back, “hello?” He took a tentative step off the trail, “Y/N? Is that you?”

What he didn’t expect was to be met with glowing yellow eyes, large teeth, and a snarl from a creature pouncing on top of him. It’s matted black and brown and grey fur stunk of moss and rot, it’s slobber dripped on his shirt and caused it to sizzle and burn like acid.

He tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of him from the beast before him. He felt his head growing dizzy and silently wrote his will.

Then the weight was gone, and a hiss cut through the pounding in his ears.

Now atop of him laid a cold, scaly body, and even farther away was you, biting down on the creature and -

And you ate it.

Whole.

How you managed to move afterward was unclear to him, but it was clear you were very tired and pretty angry as you slithered back to him.

Your eyes seemed clouded as you hissed out “mine. Nobody else gets my prey, just me.” But the daze seemed to pass when you made eye contact.

Your body slithered off him and he heard bones cracking as you transformed back to your human form. There was a pause of him staring at the sky and you panting before you walked over and offered to help him up.

“On your feet, retainer. It’s time we get back, isn’t it?”

Sebek:

Sebek only ever saw you as a threat to his Lord and Savior Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, and as a result made sure to steer clear of you.

He did, however, have one interaction with you.

It was late at night just after Equestrian Club called it a day when you strolled up, on two feet, but scaly and looking distinctly non-human.

“You.” You said, staring at him, “Sebek Zigvolt, aren’t you?”

“That is correct.” He said firmly, almost aggressively, “And you’re the snake of the school, yes?”

“That is correct,” you mirrored, lisp sliding into your voice, “I require help. You attend to a dragon, don’t you?”

“I do more than simply attend to Lord Malleus! I protect him with my life!” He cried indignantly.

You simply hummed, looking tired, “Do you know a remedy for insatiable hunger, half-fae?”

He stared, trying to decide between terror and feeling affronted. He settled on being helpful. “I do. I will get the recipe from Master Lilia, and bring you a copy.”

Your lidded stare made him feel uneasy before you just smiled, nodded, and began to move away, “That would be appreciated. Meet me at the ramshackle dorm. I don’t believe I should be around many people for a while.”

He watched as you walked away with all the grace of a sea-legged pirate, then began to internally freak out.

In the end, he did get the potion recipe from Lilia, and simply knocked on the door of the ramshackle dorm to make sure you were there, then slid it under the door when you hissed a reply to do so.

He still feels queasy thinking of it.

[universalistotalis]

Good Enough (Part 1)

Meian Shugo x Reader (Haikyuu!!timeskip)

WC: 939

Part 2

Credits to the owner of the picture! @heyheywhey on twitter 💕

Masterlist!

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It was at his friend’s party that you had your world crumble to pieces.

You never really thought it was possible. All those novels about heartbreak were exaggerated and over the top. That’s what you believed. But no matter how many words or stories you read, nothing ever prepared you for this moment.

“Are you sure about her, Meian? I mean THE Meian Shugo would settle for that?” One of his friends asked while sipping on his wine. “We all know what happened in the past and who you really loved.”

Everyone around their circle was silent, really awaiting for your fiancé’s reply. You were too, except that you weren’t standing with the group. Instead, your body was pressed taut against the wall, hiding, trying to eavesdrop as much from their conversation.

This feeling suddenly washes over you. This cold feeling before the storm that you knew was already brewing. You already saw signs and darkness, lightning strikes and heard ear- ringing thunderclaps. You knew there would be destruction.

“She’s good enough.” His silky voice responded with a shrug of the shoulders. “Ooh’s” and “I knew it’s” surrounded the group then they continued on with their banters.

And you were right. Because at those three words, your world was completely and utterly destroyed. From the calm and silence before the disaster to the messy and noisy outcome of the crushing of your heart, you just stood there, appalled by the swiftness of it all.

So that’s all you’re going to be, isn’t it? Just good enough. To him, you were convenient. A person good enough to fill the space. A person good enough to be a presentable wife. A person good enough to pass the time.

You stare at the glittering band on your finger, suddenly doubting the dazzling man that you loved for years. Did he ever see you as yourself? Or did he imagine her instead?

All of your dates, the idle times you would spend together, even the nights that you held each other, ran through your head in fast forward but everything around you moved in slow motion. There was a ringing in your ears that seemed to amplify with every memory you had with him. Or were they now lies he made to you? It was always her! You should’ve known it will never be you!

Your feet took little steps to the exit. One by one until it turned into sprints that lead you outside, away from his pretentious friends, away from him.

Love is funny. Love is a bastard. It lets you wear rose- colored glasses for the whole show and it doesn’t let you take them off until it’s too late. Until you’re in so deep. Until you’re broken beyond repair. You thought he loved you as much as you did him. You thought his heart beats your name because that’s what he said. But that’s just what he wanted to believe.

Meian Shugo was one hell of a man. A gentleman, jack-of-all-trades, man of his word, a leader of the pack… he was everything you prayed for and ever wanted.

But he’s also a coward who’s scared of living his life alone. Someone who could not muster up the courage to move on from his first love who left him shattered. Someone who picks a naive girl like you to be a replacement for his missing pieces.

And you let him. My god, you let him.

The searing pain in your heart sizzled and it eventually burned as you turned around at the mention of your name. There he was, Meian, in all his glory, panting and making his way towards you.

“Baby, hey, where are you going? Are you alright? I saw you bolt out the room and I—“ His eyes were searching, reading your state. Frown lines marred his forehead as he took your distressed form in. “What’s wrong, love? Tell me.”

His touches used to soothe all your worries and insecurities away. They used to chase away all your demons. But now, as he threaded his fingertips on your hair, you felt nothing but utter betrayal.

“You never loved me.” Your whisper was crisp in the cold night air. “You’ll never love me.”

“Hey, baby, hey.” He bowed down, leveling both your heights to look you straight in the eyes. “What are you talking about? You’re scaring me. What happened? What’s wrong?”

And that’s when the goddamn floodgates opened. Small sobs turned to a full-on breakdown of fits and tears.

“I can’t do this. I don’t deserve this.” You managed to choke out as you pushed your way out of his hold. The engagement ring was heavy on your finger and you wanted nothing to do with it. The big, bright diamond that once shone with love, now blinded you with lies and deceit. With hands shaking, you took it off and handed it to him. “It’s not me you want to give that to.”

“What—“ He tried to make sense of the situation but panic and bile were rising up his throat. Tears were pricking his eyes as he still tried to get a hold of your hand, body visibly shaking.

“Stop, Meian.” You commanded, taking a step back and glaring at him. He, then, froze on the spot. “You’re hurting the both of us. Just fucking stop.”

You never knew how you got into the backseat of a cab, eyes blurring with tears, on the way to anywhere else but his side. But you did.

Until now, you’re still contemplating if what you did was right. But then again, it was for the best.

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Part 2

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Masterlist!

HEY HEY HEEEEEY!!! This has been in my drafts for quite a long time and I just had to get it out there HAHAHA also, i’ve been craving angst lately because I have a knack for hurting myself. It has to stop, really, but well, here we are.

Tell me what you think about this? 🥺

Also, do we need another part? LOL We’ll never knooooow!!!

But HEY, in real life, if you see the red flags, get the fuck out, alright?! We deserve green flags all the way! You deserve the best, beautiful! 🟩🟩🟩

Hope you enjoyed this one! Love yall! 💕

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