Love the frankly obnoxious amount of people escaping twitter right now 💀
They come here, eyes brimming with hope, and expect it to be an improvement, as if this site has not been a shitshow since 2012. Like honey you are in way over your head. You come to the home of a warlord expecting peace? You fool. You will be swarmed with sensless stimuli. You will be consumed by your own desperate confusion. You will question everything you know and in time you will learn to love it. You will find you sanity in the meaningless and your joy in the insane.
Anyways, I feel like to enjoy this superhell you need to be kinda used to the chaos and the discourse and while some select parts of twitter are most arent. Also this is a lot more fun when you know the references and understand the culture, and while not impossible i think its really hard to learn them later on sooo…. Goodluck sweetheart, youll need it, but welcome all the same.
Also to all the newbies welcome, and if you feel lost, start by checking the comments, also googling will get you explanations for most memes and pinterest is wierdly helpful for heritage posts 😜
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SPOILERS RIPTIDE UP TO 115
I have so many thoughts about Lizzie and Jay's relationship oh my god.
But we need to start at Lizzie and Ava. Forbidden relationship between Navy an pirate. Lizzie then watched her lover murder her captain and be shot dead by her own people all while she is powerless to stop it.
Fast forward to Joaldo Island. Lizzie spies a Ferin on a Pirate safe island. She thinks Ava was the only good Ferin left, she's unable to believe another would want to be a pirate. She holds her at gun point desperate for an explanation. Jay explains as best she can but it's clear Lizzie is still suspicious. Then she finds out that Jay is part of Chip's crew and that she is going to have to learn to trust her. Lizzie needs to learn to trust someone who only reminds her of what she's lost, what she might consider her failures and she despises her for it.
Then Allport, Lizzie and Jay are drunk. They laugh and talk and divulge their secrets to one another. But is Lizzie thinking about Jay? Someone who previously reminded her of what she lost? In this intoxicated state maybe she truly believes Ava is back. Maybe in this moment Lizzie is living the life she always wanted. One where she and Ava don't need to hide, where they can be proud of their relationship and be happy together. Their relationships improves after this. They get closer, but it's unclear if Lizzie wants a friendship with Jay or if she's trying to fill the hole Ava left.
Then she's forced to confront Jay about Ava's death. This person who she started to see as her lost lover, as a friend. She is suddenly reminded of what their roles are. Navy against pirate and that's all she can see again when Jay's accusations begin. It's like she's losing Ava for a second time.
Now Jay has left the black sea to warn Lizzie of a possible traitor on her ship. Will Lizzie even be able to trust her? Will she just see more navy trying to sabotage her and her crew? Or will she be able to put their differences aside and look out for her crew? Maybe Jay will use an example of the Shadowskull massacre as reason for Lizzie to trust her. Maybe Lizzie won't listen and walk right into a trap. Only time will tell.
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Angry kitten knight Max. Not as much kitten time as I would have wanted. Part 1 here.
Daniel is sparring with Alex when Max comes to get him.
Daniel sees him cutting through the courtyard, people jumping out of his way after one look at his stormy expression, and barely manages to avoid Alex's next hit, attention already fully on their Captain.
When he comes closer, Daniel can see his clenched hands, cheeks splotchy with angry red, eyes steely. It's not a rare occurrence for Max to get snappy and angry, but it's been a very long time since Daniel has seen him so genuinely upset.
"What happened, Captain?" he asks, handing Alex his practice sword without looking, other hand already raising towards Max's shoulder.
"Come with me," is all Max says, voice icy, dodging his touch.
Daniel wouldn't even think about refusing, but Max doesn't give him a chance to anyway, immediately turning around and marching towards the barracks, exuding so much fury it almost feels like the day is a little darker.
Daniel is pretty sure he's done nothing wrong. He's had his shift on the walls earlier in the morning, to which he wasn't even late, had some lunch and then went to the courtyard. He's also pretty sure, despite Max's behavior, that this doesn't actually have something to do with him. Max had been stuck in yet another council with the King for the best part of the day, which never puts him in a good mood.
When they reach his room, Max pushes the door open so violently it bounces off the wall with a bang, taking two final steps inside and then.
Stopping.
Daniel gently closes the door.
He can see the tension in the way Max is holding himself, ready to snap like a bow cocked for too long, breathing heavily as if he had run the whole way around the castle, and not just walked up two flights of stairs.
"Max," Daniel starts, immediately discarding titles as they always do when they're alone, but then he doesn't know how to continue. He doesn't know what Max is upset about, what he needs. Doesn't know if he'll explode if Daniel prods, or if he'll break.
Max turns around to face him. His jaw is still clenched, frustration etched into every single one of his features, but it looks like he's making an active effort to breathe through it. Daniel isn't sure that will work.
He readies himself to speak up again, but Max interrupts him, words spilling out between gritted teeth.
"He is so, he does not listen! I have said that we cannot, of course, keep holding onto the western border if he keeps insisting on pushing the eastern one, but he says..." his hand slashes through the hair as he exhales heavily through his nose, anger choking him.
"We will just lose men and land if he goes through with this plan!" he snarls. Daniel can see him starting to work himself up even more, and he takes a step forward. He understands where Max is coming from, he really does. It's his men, their friends, who will be sent to a useless and avoidable death if the King decides to go through with this. It might be him. It might be Daniel.
So yes, he understands Max's anger and frustration. But right now his priority is another one, and that's making sure Max doesn't breaks his teeth by grinding them too hard.
"I have shown him, over and over, but he is so..."
Max is still ranting, but Daniel just places both hands on his shoulders and pulls him in a hug, holding him still even as he squirms, with a sound that's almost a growl.
"Max," Daniel says again, squeezing him tighter. Max stops moving.
"Tell me what you need."
For a second, he's sure he miscalculated and Max is actually going to pull back and go back to his rant, or maybe punch him, but then Max slumps against him, forehead landing heavily on his shoulder.
"I left the council before being dismissed, or I was going to get beheaded for regicide."
Daniel can't help himself, lets out a huff of laughter, feeling the way Max giggles a little too. It's not that funny, Max is going to get in trouble for it, but it is a little funny, the idea of the Captain storming out of the meeting room to avoid snapping the King's neck.
"I'm proud of you, I kinda like your head where it is," he says, half joking and half fond, pressing a kiss into Max's hair. "Now, will you tell me what I can do for you?"
He knows that the reason Max came all the way to the courtyard couldn't have been just to rant at him, but he can't quite figure out if Max wants to have sex or to just be held like this.
Turns out, it's neither of the things.
"I need..." Max hesitates, carefully extracting himself from Daniel's hug and looking at him with unusual shyness. He doesn't finish his sentence. One second Daniel is patiently waiting for his boyfriend to let him know how to help, and the next he's looking down at a kitten, sitting between his feet.
He smiles, crouching down and offering him a finger to sniff. He understands now. Feelings are easier when Max is shifted, his brain quieter, all complicated thoughts less important. He's still fully Max, fully present, but it's easier for him to sort through the bullshit, to let his senses take over a little.
"Hi, baby," Daniel whispers, running his fingertip over Max's soft little head, lightly scratching behind his jaw. Max blinks up at him for a second, before turning around and jumping onto the bed, curling in a tiny little ball on top of the pillow.
"You want to take a nap?"
It's not a smart idea, Max will for sure have people looking for him, and Daniel has things to do, but Max blinks at him, somehow managing to pout even in kitten form, and Daniel is on the bed before he can even think twice about it.
Max impatiently waits for him to settle, meowing with his little kitten voice and hitting him with his little kitten paws, climbing on top of him as soon as Daniel stops moving. He curls up on his favorite spot, right on top of his collarbone, wet nose pressed against Daniel's neck, and Daniel can almost feel the moment he lets go, fully relaxing on top of him.
He can for sure feel it when he starts purring, more loudly than one would assume for such a little thing, and it makes Daniel smile.
Neither of them really falls asleep, but it's enough to be like this, in this little room, just them for a little while.
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