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Pilot Explorer F - Sailor Black Ink

[chaosandorder46]

New pen day! She's simple and sexy and matte black. 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Firefly AU: A ragtag crew.

[alchemistc]

She's not ...entirely sure this is a good idea.

Even as she raises her hand to knock she's second guessing herself.

The thing is - the thing is there aren't a lot of people in her life who don't take one look at her and make assumptions. She's petite, she's blonde, her face is eerily symmetrical.

When people see her, they think they know her.

Cap is great. The sort of man she wishes she'd known more of, growing up. The kind of man who stood in front of the entire crew and doled out cleaning duties and cooking duties to his men and didn't blink an eye handing her inventory, but pulled aside a guy six years into the job to inform him that if he made a snide comment about having to do Mona's job again he'd be looking for a new station. Respectfully.

The kind of man who let his crew cut loose and created a kind of family behind those bay doors, but didn't take their shit when they got out of hand

The kind of man who looked at her and just saw another firefighter.

Cap is great.

It's just...

Well, the guys don't go to Cap for advice, and she knows once upon a time that kind of hurt his feelings, but this feels like one of those things his husband is better equipped to handle.

("It's because he's older, right?" Cap had asked once, failing miserably at holding in a pout while the team around him demolished the roast he'd obviously spent hours prepping the night before.

Fred had still had half a loaf of bread in his mouth when he explained that talking to their boss about their sex lives just felt like an HR nightmare.

"So you go to my boyfriend instead?")

Mona's still considering turning heel and leaving the way she came when she hears whistling around the side of the house, and before she can make a break for it, Cap's husband is rounding the corner of the porch, winding his hands in a grease rag, and he's catching sight of her, raising a brow, slowing his steps.

He must see the panicked look in her eye.

"I can turn back around and pretend you were never here," he murmurs, the slightest hint of a smile on his face, and Mona feels every ounce of flight just seep from her bones.

Yeah. Okay. She gets why the guys all think he's the one to go to when they've royally fucked something up.

There's an ease to him, a gentleness that she knows for a fact was hard fought.

"No, I..."

The brow ticks up a little more.

"I just found a new sour Evan won't touch with a ten foot pole, if you're gonna be here a minute," Tommy says, and any resistance left vanishes. Mona's been to enough of Cap's barbecues to know his husband always has the best beer in the county.

"Yeah, okay."

Tommy crosses the length of the porch and glances glumly at his greasy hands. "You mind grabbing the door? Evan throws a fit every time I leave fingerprints behind."

She's interrupting his day, she realizes. He's a weird sort of semi-retired - flies for the county sometimes during wildfire season, flips classic cars from their huge ass garage around the side of the house, spends a month teaching courses to new pilots every year out of state and it's always the crankiest they ever get to see Cap. People charter his chopper, sometimes, although lately it seems like he only keeps the thing around so he can take Cap up to watch spectacular sunsets because they're the most sickeningly perfect couple she's ever met.

Mona grabs the door. Shuffles in ahead of him when he shows no signs of moving, and makes her way down the hall to the kitchen because she's been here enough times by now not to feel as weird about how welcoming they both were right away.

He uses his rag to pull open the sink cabinet and grab the heavy duty soap from underneath to wash his hands.

The scent rolls over her in waves, throwing her back about fifteen years to her parents tiny little apartment over the shop, her father's rough and callused hands soaking under shitty water pressure, the grease under his fingernails he could never quite scrape clean.

Tommy tips a chin at the fridge. "Grab me one, too? Bottle openers on the side."

There's an ease to the way he says it, like this is a normal occurrence, like Mona's ever stepped foot across the threshold for anything that wasn't a station-wide get together. She supposes for him it probably is. At least a few of the guys act like he's their dad, wandering into the house without even bothering to knock, gathering around him when he shows up at the station like lost little puppies.

He's used to it.

He hums his thank you when she sets one of the bottles on the island beside him, and Mona glances around to distract herself while he's drying his hands.

A couple dozen pictures of Cap and Tommy, in various stages of their lives.

The fridge is plastered with pictures. A couple she recognizes as Cap's sister and brother-in-law, two adorable kids at their knees. A guy standing next to a kid wearing a cap and gown and leaning on two crutches. An older man she's lovingly heard Cap refer to as basically his dad - the reason they eat better at work than anyone has the right to. A couple she'd seen at the wedding, standing with a kid she remembers Cap staring at like he was seeing a ghost. There's so many people that she doesn't know, but - there's the station pictures too. Candids of the boys when they were living in the Captain's house, back when Cap first got here, when she'd still been a year and a half from graduating high school and didn't have a fucking clue what she wanted to do with her life. The Christmas that Fred had cursed them with the q-word and Tommy had spent the day in the station kitchen putting together a meal they'd all stuck around to eat after shift despite the exhaustion seeping into their bones, all of A shift crammed together around a tiny wobbly table to squeeze into the picture.

She gets stuck on the picture of the two of them in hard hats, building what she's pretty sure is the wrap around porch she's snuck a few cigarettes on when the house gets a little overwhelming. There's something about the way they're looking at each other that makes her want to cry, a little.

Fuck.

Damnit.

Tommy leans over to tap the picture with a grin. "We had a blowout fight the night before our buddy took this picture," he says, the deep grooves of his smile stretched wide across his face. "I'd left my job and sold my house six months earlier to chase him across the country and he was convinced if he didn't find a way to turn every half-thought-out desire of mine into a reality that I was gonna vanish in the night. He bought the lumber without telling me and I came home to him and his best friend ripping out the stairs to the front door."

Mona's instantly drawn in.

He makes them sound like a train wreck.

If she's got the math right, that was her senior year. She remembers seeing them around town and thinking they were annoyingly sweet. She remembers her mom baking Tommy a casserole for the excuse of getting all the gossip about the Captain's mysterious paramour so she had the upper hand at her book club that weekend.

Tommy taps another. The two of them under a pergola, the expressions on their faces so disgustingly smitten Mona remembers wanting to blow a raspberry in the middle of the ceremony. She'd been so convinced she'd never let herself be so fucking dependent on another person for her happiness.

"He kept it a secret that he'd invited my father to the wedding until the night before. I spent most of my night with a punching bag instead of Evan." He points out another photo from the wedding. "The photographer tried to murder me when she saw my knuckles. Evan could barely fit the ring over my finger."

"Who snitched?" Mona asks, narrowing her eyes, and Tommy grins, huffs a laugh. He gestures vaguely at her face.

"You've got the look," he tells her, which doesn't really explain a whole lot. "And none of Evan's crew ever makes their first visit anything but love life issues."

"It could be something else," Mona argues, gesturing with her beer, and one of his brows ticks up. "It's not, but it could be."

"You want something to eat? Evan's been experimenting with cakes again, and the red velvet white chocolate escaped the discards."

"Is my so called look that bad?"

He grins. "Mostly I'm looking for an excuse for cake before noon."

Christ, he's good at this. It's actually a little eerie, how quickly he's set her at ease. It's been over a year and the guys still call her prickly when they think she can't hear them, but she never calls them out on it because they're not wrong. It takes her forever to warm up to people.

"Is that how this usually works? You butter us up with Cap's food and get us to spill our guts?"

He's already digging plates from a cabinet next to the stove. She can't see his expression, but she can picture the grin on his face. "Usually they raid my fridge and put their feet up on my coffee table before I've fully registered that they're here. It's sort of a novelty to get to act like a host in my own home."

That checks out, if she's being honest. They're all a bunch of rabid animals who've been emboldened by Cap's open door policy and his infectious smile and his incredibly hot and talented husband. She's never quite sure if the guys want to be him or screw him - not that Tommy's ever looked twice at anyone who wasn't Cap.

"I think I'm broken," Mona admits, the words coming out in a rush, her eyes on the dutch oven tucked under one of the wide kitchen windows.

Tommy slides a slice of fucking delicious looking cake her way and takes a swig of his beer. Waits.

Mona reaches for the fork and spills her guts.

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"Oh, hey Mo," Cap says, stumbling his way over the threshold, eyes lighting on his husband and his expression going gooey.

Tommy broke into the rack of Banquet's an hour ago and Mona's pretty sure she's one with the couch. It's a good couch. When she'd told Tommy so twenty minutes ago there'd been a gleam in his eye she didn't understand.

She's still a little too buzzed to worry about the fact that she's oozing into the cushions and emotionally wrecked. She hasn't cried in front of another human being in at least six years. Tommy's probably a wizard, or something.

"Everything good?" Cap asks, and she knows that they've got a sort of agreement - unless Tommy thinks something is gonna affect the work, whatever Tommy talks about with them doesn't reach Cap's ears.

"Men," Mona huffs, and Cap pauses, shoots another look into the living room.

"Yeah. Men."

"No Cap. Men," she repeats, and he nods, a corner of his mouth quirking up.

"Oh. Men," he enunciates, and Mona feels the scowl on her face grow wider when the two of them share a sappy look. It's super fucking inconvenient to be surrounded by the proof of true fucking love when she's trying to convince herself she's already too jaded to find it. "If you wanna stay for dinner I can tell you the story of the time Tommy tried to leave me because he thought he could make my decisions for me."

Even Tommy's scowl is sappy as hell. It's gross. Shes having a hard time convincing herself it's not the best thing she's ever seen.

She tips her neck against the back of the couch to glance up at him. "Who snitched?"

Cap's laugh filters through the room, and right across from her, where the whole world and Mona can see, Tommy's expression goes warm and vulnerable, like the sound has soothed a few decades of wounds. "Word of advice? Never leave Harry with a secret and a crowded room."

[ofcowardiceandkings]

tfw ur havin a convo with the neighbours and ur bf is in need of a cuddle ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

[justabeewithapen]

I can't remember where I saw it, I think it was Clayface from Batman, but I distinctly remember seeing a show where a person was drowned with clay/mud/dough. It was shoved down their throat in a torrent and the choking sounds they made were awful. They didn't do anything over the top like explode they just... drowned. Horribly.

Now picture Doey killing a prison guard like that

(not really a question sorry, more an examination of how strong and ruthless Doey can be)

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful stuff (genuine!!!) That definitely sounds like Clayface, he was ruthless in the animated shows. Everyone on here is so lucky I am incapable of drawing things that are genuinely scary or threatening or intimidating (trust me TwT I’ve tried) because the angst I could draw OOOGH just imagining it

When Doey goes on that killing spree after Bella and Lucas die it is ruthless, genuinely ruthless. He is desperate to feel in control, to feel powerful, and to make these people cower and be scared in the way he has both felt and seen his friends feel. Violent thoughts and dreams are normal for everyone, but they lived in an environment of violence which used violence to keep people in line, the killing barely even feels real as he is doing it.

It doesn’t make him feel better, he can’t even hold the remains of his friends without sullying them with blood. In the time he spent rampaging the lower levels have been properly locked down (these measures break down pretty quickly with no one to maintain them, but it is the reason Doey never made a run for it before Safe Haven was established) and he entirely squandered any chance to escape. He couldn’t even live for his friends who died because he was too busy crushing everything in sight. He didn’t try and keep doors open for toys to escape out of, didn’t help other smaller toys who were suffering the same fate as Bella and Lucas during the chaos, didn’t even consider the kids just a level up, the ones who hadn’t been hurt like they he had.

[vaggieslefteye]

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ↳ anonymous asked: HUSK and ALASTOR or angel and valentino?

[nicbrent]

Your favorite pilot ;)

[maxknightley]

lrb is good and my girlfriend is very smart but my other thought on the matter is "how obnoxious do you have to be to think that it's Fundamentally Disrespectful to take a genre that has traditionally been built on Theme X, and then explore Theme Y with it"

do you also think gurren lagann was made by Fake Mecha Fans because it's more concerned with the idea of "the indomitable human spirit" than serving as a 1:1 metaphor for domestic politics

[pangeen]

" Cotton Candy " // © Ahlam Alsu

Audio: © billieeilish - Original Audio

[butch-pilot]

I love the idea that spending most of your time in a big war machine that's basically just a giant hunk of metal while you listen to the Handler you're conditioned to obey, high on combat stims and desperately turned on from her voice alone, will break you and turn you into something that the people you're forced to work for see as less than human

[teeth-cable]

I don't know how to feel about Viv not mentioning historical events in Hazbin.

On one hand, I can respect that she probably had the foresight to realize she isn't responsible enough to write those topics, but on the other hand, it feels off.

Beside still referencing time periods through the character designs (Vox's retro TV head and Val's 70s pimp uniform) and Helluva Boss referencing modern pop culture memes, there's the fact that the majority of HH cast are POC characters who lived during the 20th century.

It's strange not to mentioned what those community went though during those times, seeing how those events were big historical moments that changed and shaped many POC communities forever. Ex: Niffty would realistically grown up in an incarceration camp during her teen years, or how the Harlem Renaissance would have helped Alastor as it did for many black entrepreneurs at the time, etc.

It feels like an erasure of history, as well as, the characters' identities. It's just weird not to even acknowledge what struggles or victories these POC characters would have goes through for a show trying to be "serious" and "deep".

Also, HB explores (albeit badly) themes of racism, discrimination, classism, cultural taboos of interracial relationships, inequity, prosecutorial misconduct, and other systemic and social issues that people of color faced and fought against or for during the 20th century. If Viv felt comfortable enough to explore these themes in HB, I don't know why they couldn't be explored in HH too, especially since they're more applicable in HH than HB.

[colbychu0]

@rusty-eevee hello hi yes your AU is amazing

[aizawashuichi]

In my personal hc about Mello's past, his father killed himself when Mello was really young. He lived with his very ill mother, who was a devoted Christian that passed this belief to him, and he prayed with her, prayed to God that she would get well, prayed for a better life, but then his mother died, leaving him alone, and he blamed God, like “I spent years praying that she’d be healthy, praying to you, and you take her away from me? My mother, the only person I care about. How could you betray me like that? No... How dare you! Who do you think you are to make these choices?”. So, he began to resent Him, but still kept the rosary to honour his mother.

Then, when he was taken to Wammy’s and found out about this other “God” that actually saved people and worked for a better future, he idolised him, because he had proof of his existence and his “good” deeds.

Unfortunately, I do not subscribe to the idea that the successors (and anyone at the Wammy’s during their time) and L had a found family dynamic, and this is because I don’t think L would make the same mistake twice and single them out. Doing this would only put pressure on them, and he can’t have another A situation.

Of course, A and B are not really canon, but I still believe that L knew not to get involved with them, for other reasons but that is true to me. From any angle, creating a bond between them is a weakness – emotionally, strategically, and so on.

Getting involved with Mello and Near, meeting and visiting them multiple times gives them only a face to hate, a flawed individual to judge and criticized, but especially a person. It’s no longer a role. It entails much more and makes taking his place way harder.

I don’t even think they actually properly met. They only talked via a screen (in the scene in the one shot, Mello and Near don’t even talk actually), and L never showed himself to them, because it would be the wrong move, regardless of B existing or not. It just exposes his appearance, which he must keep a secret from everyone. I also think L didn’t want to be a person to be adored, but a role to be kept alive. If we take into consideration the way he talked to the kids, he seemed to be actively working against the idea of him being this kind of God.

So, when God died, Mello’s faith was broken again. For the second time, the one that could save them all died, against a being that seemed actually to be the Lord and was going to take over the world.

First and foremost, he felt anger – towards L for creating this myth around him and then just let himself die (because I do believe Mello first thought was that L just gave up) and toward himself, for believing in this God, when the first one abandoned him.

From a priest, he turned to a heretic.

I noticed that both Near and Mello very rarely speak about the first L in a personal way, which is weird, because you would expect someone in their position to hold some type of personal feelings toward him, like a priest does towards God, even though they never met him and only see His work in the world.

Near is not a heretic like Mello, because he does label L as their idol, but Mello does not. Mello doesn’t want to work with Near (a believer) nor with the second L (the fake God). He became his own god, because no one saw things like him, and he needed to prove to the world (and himself) that God is not real and self-redress is the only way.

Mello’s war was also against L, in a way; against the ideal that he created that also revealed his own powerlessness. But as he got closer to his death and as he witnessed Matt getting killed, knowing that he was next, I like to think that he felt closer to L, to his position, and began to understand why God died.

[flightlesstrash]

TWENTY ONE PILOTS NARUMITSU AU.

CLANCY IS DEAD MILES EDGEWORTH CHOOSES DEATH

TORCHBEARER PHOENIX

NICOLAS VON KARMA??????? ???

IM GOING INSANE ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAAA

[ssasides205]

hate that I keep baiting the vld fandom, but bio-nerd Lance au

it's widely accepted in fandom that Lance's other choice was marine biology (this leads very well into xenobiology, for reasons), so we more or less already think of him as a bio nerd

but I wanna take it all the way, bc I figure that xenobiology probs has crossover with more than just zoology.I don't know you, but I firmly believe aliens could be fungi-creatures, the xenobilogist has to know about mycology, it just makes sense.

so, a combo of several living organism biologies, so other than animals and insects, also plants and fungi as mentioned.

also, it's a fandom thing that Lance worked part-time as a lifeguard, so he def knows first aid, and that got me thinking abt veterinary studies (and the apocalypse, but we're not sitting on that, even if it fits)

and anyway, field scientist Lance, is the idea. Mainly bc I think it's weird that in fics it's always Pidge that does the figuring alien ailments? when she's a tech student?? she might know the basic biology all students had (which space school, science was up there), but it's not her area of study/expertise, let me give it to someone else (Lance)

also, it'd make sense with Hunk always bringing him to the kitchen when they get new ingredients, bc Lance can figure out if they're edible

Lance finding the castle library and getting info on bio stuff from all over the universe bc he's a nerd

they're all nerds, let them be nerds, have them exited abt learnign abt space shit, give them the wonder of discovery

this got away from me and started bc I imagined lance with a microscope looking at the components of the ship's pool to figure out if it was safe for him to swim in. I don't actually know enough abt bio to write this, take it from my hands