One of the most bizarre lines I see antis use is that if fans depict the characters being mad at each other, a ship must be bad. I’ve seen antis argue that if shippers depict two characters bickering a lot, it’s got to be unhealthy. If that’s true, then my two closest friends, both of whom I’ve known for 15 years now, are in an abusive friendship with me, because we bicker and snark like it’s our second language. And believe me, as someone who has been abused and has known abusive people, there is no comparison.

Like…kids. Listen. Fights and getting mad happens in all kinds of close relationships, even healthy ones, and it’s not always the ~quirky misunderstandings~ you see in sitcoms or manga. Disagreement happens. Getting annoyed happens. Getting pissed off happens. No, it’s not healthy to fight a lot, but arguments do happen, even to the best of us. This is especially true if both people are particularly strong-willed - and a lot of people love ships that have two very strong-willed personalities.

An old art teacher of mine once told me that his first screaming match with his wife as a married man was over the colour of a damn coffee cup. She thought it was blue. He thought it was green. They’ve been happily married for 30+ years now. They laugh about it now and tease each other about the cup occasionally. That’s okay, too. Sometimes even the worst arguments are truly ridiculous and you look back on them and laugh or find it endearing. Sometimes, the arguments are serious, but you can still look back on them and smile because you learned more about the other person and your relationship became deeper. 

There’s a serious misunderstanding of what abuse or abusive people look like on this site, and it seems especially rampant in anti circles, who take fairly simple ship tropes and conclude that they’re abusive. It really goes to show just how little they know about the variety and complexity of human relationships. If you look in a ship tag and see character A annoying character B, or both characters glaring or yelling at each other, that doesn’t mean the shippers are romanticising abuse - it means they’re exploring a natural part of any relationship which, when it occurs in that particular ship, happens to interest them. 

If you’ve been abused, it can be incredibly easy to see something negative or rough in a ship and have an immediate gut reaction to it because it reminds you of unhealthy behaviour. I still reflexively flinch if someone raises their voice with me. But it’s important to remember that not every raised voice is an abusive voice; more often than not, it’s just a raised voice, and that’s okay. Similarly, shippers depicting arguments doesn’t mean abuse is being glorified. 

tl;dr, stop reaching

bisexualhermionepond  asked:

Jake Peralta

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (don’t ask how he’s both, he just is, y’all should Understand)
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: the fact that he’s literally more explicitly feminist than 90% of female characters on television (runner up: he actually owns up to his mistakes and apologises, frequently) 
worst quality: man, this boy dumb. he do so much dumb shit. so much. (I love him for it.) 
ship them with: Jake/Amy is the best and purest het ship in existence (though Jake is bi af, fight me)
brotp them with: Gina, Rosa, Charles, Terry, Holt (this is more of a dad one). boy loves his friends, boy is such a good friend, what a good, I love him
needs to stay away from: his dad. and the Vulture who needs to stop slapping his ass (hc: the Vulture is quietly bi too, and therefore needs to leave my boy Alone)
misc. thoughts: honestly I could talk about how fucking wonderful and vaguely revolutionary a protagonist Jake is forever bc like, he could have been the typical immature cis white guy who does a bunch of shitty stuff and gets away with it

and instead he’s a feminist Jewish cinnamon roll who does fuck up on occasion but learns and apologises for being an ass, and is like, the Most Supportive Friend Ever, and he loves his friends so much and he loves his girlfriend so much and respects her so much that he refused to sabotage her dates when he was still too chicken to ask her out because he wasn’t about to fuck up her life and make her choices for her just because he wasn’t brave enough to do anything

like bro he casually called out transphobia in a beloved movie and he punched a homophobe (who had up until that moment been one of his idols) in the face with barely any hesitation despite knowing the repercussions it would have

Jake Peralta is bisexual af and I’ll scream it from the hilltops I love this good pure bi boy

but also on the other hand - FUCK JAKE PERALTA FOR UTTERLY RUINING MY SPEECH PATTERN, I say ‘noice’ and ‘cool cool cool cool’ and other various ridiculous bullshit because of him, I cannot believe the audacity 

anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!


but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:


this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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Their Handwriting

Their Handwriting

-Jim’s handwriting is neat, which takes most people by surprise when they see it. What people forget is how intelligent Jim actually is. The man’s a Starfleet Captain, for god’s sake. When he signs off on documents, his signature is comprised of large, loopy letters.

-When Chekov writes in English, it’s essentially chicken scratch. (“I can azzure you Keptain, that iz my name.”) But when he writes in Russian, it’s so unbelievably elegant. This resulted in Uhura and Chekov passing notes on the bridge, all in Russian and none the Captain could decipher.

-Spock’s is, unsurprisingly, neat. It’s almost as if his handwriting has been typed, and Jim has to do a double take every time he sees it. But because he takes such good care with how his letters are shaped, it takes him forever to finish a report.

-Everyone assumed Bones’ handwriting would be worse than Chekov’s. Doctors stereotypically wrote letters as scribbles, so it came as a surprise to see the good doctor had average handwriting. Not too neat, not too messy. (“Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor, not a calligraphist.”)

-Scotty, hands down, has the worst handwriting on the ship. Arguably the whole galaxy. It was tiny, and mixing it with the old Scottish phrases he constantly used made anything he wrote illegible. Sometimes, when people asked what he meant when he wrote certain calculations, he’d have to do the math again because even he couldn’t understand what he wrote.

-Uhura has to be able to write complicated alien letters and have other people understand them, so no one was amazed by her almost Spock-level handwriting.

-Probably the most surprising was Sulu’s. It’s awful. Everyone assumed that because he was such a neat and organized man, his handwriting would be the same. Instead, it was large and sloppy. (“I’m just not used to writing with a pencil, sir.” “Oh come on.”) His handwriting was somewhere between Bones’ and Chekov’s, although when he was rushed it happened to become eerily similar to the curly haired Russian’s.

CS FF: Just the Beginning

Summary: Emma and Killian decide they don’t want to postpone their wedding and come up with a plan to prevent it from being interrupted by the Black Fairy.  Now they just need to convince David to go along with it.  

Rating: G

Note: So they’ve got one episode for Emma and Killian to decide to get married now and plan this wedding.  I’m hoping for a scene where they decide not to postpone in tomorrow’s episode.  I would love if they came up with this plan and followed through with it.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Just the Beginning: Part 1/1…

Emma stared at the clock on the nightstand.  3:04 a.m.  She had been staring at it for the better part of three hours.  She sighed heavily and flipped to her other side, surprised to meet the gaze of her fiancé.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked.

Killian nodded. “Aye, not a wink.  Well, I know what’s keeping me up. What about you?”

She gnawed on her lower lip for a long moment.  

“I don’t want to postpone our wedding,” she admitted.

Killian’s eyes widened. “You don’t?”

“No.  Killian, I know my father made some good points, but I don’t want to wait to become your wife. We have already waited long enough and we have had to overcome so much.”

“Your father was right about the timing, Emma.”

“The timing will never be perfect.  There will always be something going on.” She paused, a smile curling her lips.  "A wise pirate once gave me some great advice.“

“Did he now?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“He said there’s always a crisis.  You might want to consider living your life during them or you might miss it.”

“He sounds brilliant.  And devilishly handsome.”

“He is,” Emma said with a giggle.  

Killian’s grin quickly faded.  "But, Emma, I don’t want you to have any regrets on our wedding day.  Your father was right.  I don’t want you to be thinking about the Black Fairy or the final battle on the day we marry.“

Emma smiled and lifted her hand, caressing his cheek.

"I won’t.  I will be focused on one thing and one thing only.  Getting to marry the man I love.  Nothing else will matter.”

“And what if the Black Fairy does try to interrupt?  That is a very real possibility once she gets wind of our wedding plans.  I am going to assume she has no qualms about crashing.”

Emma thought for a long moment and then her eyes lit up.

“She can’t crash something she doesn’t know is happening.”

Killian’s brow furrowed. “Love, how do you expect to keep it hidden when your parents wish to invite the entire town?”

“Oh we’ll still plan and have the big wedding.”

Killian’s brow further wrinkled in confusion.  "I haven’t a bloody clue what you’re proposing, Swan.“

"I’m proposing that prior to having the big, public wedding, we have a small, private, clandestine one.”

Killian arched an eyebrow.  "I do rather enjoy clandestine activities. Go on.“

Emma linked her fingers with his, her engagement ring catching the light of the moon and making her smile.  

"We wanted to get married on the Jolly Roger.  We wanted to get married on the sea.  Well, we still can.”

Killian’s lips turned into a huge smile.  He had dreamt of marrying Emma on the water, as the sun set behind them.  He had spent many lonely days and nights on that ship.  Years wasted by his thirst for vengeance.  But everything changed when Emma made him believe he could care for someone other than himself again.  He turned his ship around and never looked back.  

As much as he loved his ship, it held many terrible memories.  Some of the worst moments in his life had occurred on it.  Moments that had turned him into a man he didn’t recognize.  Emma had helped him find the man he once was, the man he knew he could be.  And now he wanted to replace those terrible memories and awful moments with a new, beautiful memory and the best moment in his very long life.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his fiancée’s forehead.  "I would like nothing more than to marry you on the sea, love. Tell me more.“

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anonymous asked:

You have the idea to end them all. The ship will meet outside of a truck-stop bathroom. What a wonderful, shitty AU.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS NONNIE YOU ARE MY NEW FAVOURITE and the pun especially omfg it’s fantastic (mod karissa is a HUGE fan of puns fyi)

Is it bad I actually thought of a few prompts for this???

  • OMFG I HAVE TO PEE MAN JUST PULL OVER finally a bathroom worst road trip ever-WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OCCUPIED HURRY UP
  • ugggghhhh my friend’s been peeing in the public bathroom FOREVER and wanted me to wait outside incase they get kidnapped i told them not to drink that much pop- oh, hey. you too?
  • FRIENDO HURRY UPPPP YOU TAKE FOREVER TO PEE ITS MY TURN hey buddy pal friend wait your turn i was here first

~Mod Karissa

stephaniebithell  asked:

Hi i love your langst fics. Would you be interested in one where lance finally goes home and finds out all his family is dead? I think any ship would work for this.

Oh man. These are the worst. I’ve cried over like six fics like this. 😭😭


Lance was so relieved to get back home. The cool air whipping around him as he jogged to where his old home had been. He missed them, and wanted to see his family. Little did he know that time was faster on earth for the six years they had been gone. It had been way longer than that on earth.

He stopped suddenly as he saw the old broken down house. It was in bad shape, obviously not lived in for a very long. Tears welled in his eyes and he slowly walked over, fingers ghosting over the door. The tears fell in heavy warm drops. Quiet sobs escaped his lips as he sat down on the chair, seeing the small graves in the yard, a tradition some families did. They buried those who had died in the house in front of the house. He could barely look at the gravestones.

He sobbed harder, throat raspy and nose stuffed up as he stopped crying for a moment. He looked around and held his small picture in hand tighter. “If omg I hadn’t left. I would still be here with you, smiling and happy. Why must you guys have gone so quickly….” he whispered, beginning to cry again slowly.

He rubbed his red eyes that were a bit puffy and bloodshot. Quietly his sobs left, disappearing into wind. No one around to hear him fall apart. No one near to see how his heart broke to pieces as he screamed out his frustrations and sorrows with tears. Wishing, wishing that maybe he could’ve stayed home with them. With his loving family.

Not so happy reunion (khan x reader)

A/N: Okay, finally this is done! It took me forever to write this and even more to open this up and edit it. But here it is, and just like all of you Trekkies have been asking, more Khan, and even more to come in the future. He needs to get all the attention in the world (I mean, look at this gorgeous man!!!). Because he’s hot as hell. also, tags, @dekahg

You had been on the U.S.S. Enterprise under captain Kirk’s command before. This was not your first time on aboard, but it was your first as a doctor. It was hard to switch your position on board and it took you time and hard work to specialize in medication. As you had been a ward before, part of many previous missions and guarding prisoners, interrogating and fighting. You had seen enough blood, destruction and misery, ending lives by command. Of course you had also saved people, brought peace and safety for different species, but the shady side of your work took the best of you, so you went on the other side. The side where your whole job was concentrated on saving people and making sure they stayed healthy. You thought you could now bury all the past, try to get over the nightmares that haunted you from your old missions, but you knew that since the whole ship knew your previous position, they would use it if needed. You couldn’t blame them. Of course now as a multitalented person you would love to help with anything that needed to be done, but you couldn’t hide the fact that you wished to never encounter a situation as such.

You were glad not to be part of the mission Kirk was sent to as a soldier. John Harrison, a terrorist that had killed so many people, attacked Starfleet Headquarters and ended the life of admiral Pike, and a criminal that admiral Marcus wanted dead. To some it came as a surprise when Kirk announced that they would be only capturing John Harrison instead of killing him as they were ordered to. Your thoughts on this were strict. A person like Harrison had to be killed. As you had many times before faced people like him you knew a man like him wouldn’t change and he would only try getting himself out of this and probably end up getting you all killed. There for it was a blessing you hadn’t been given a gun and an opportunity of ending this man’s life, not even let on the field. If you were lucky enough you wouldn’t need to see this Harrison at all, but you knew your new position wouldn’t save you and give you such luxury.

But putting that aside you were a peaceful girl. You weren’t as bloodthirsty as you seemed like even if you had been a warrior of some sort. You enjoyed every time you got back on Earth. You didn’t have children or a boyfriend nor pets. Your family lived far away so you were usually alone. It didn’t bother you. Sometimes you did think about going out, meet new people and even visit some old ones, but usually you decided against it. Was it because of job or just due laziness you didn’t much spend time outside or being social. Even when on ship you rarely got to know the people on board so you could make friends. You were careful, but not isolated. If you wanted to be outgoing you would do so. Then there was your job again, that made you be away from home for long amount of times. You loved being in space and going for missions even if it was to make peace with another culture and new people. So long story short, you didn’t much miss home or even earth and enjoyed the space and to be occupied with your job.

The ship had come to a stop the day Kirk had left with some of his most trusted alliances to get John Harrison on aboard. You were barely able to contain your excitement, anxiety and worry. Your adrenaline made your heart beat faster even if you weren’t going out with the captain, you could still get the feeling it gave you. People getting ready to leave the ship, weapons being handed to them, double checking the plan. It all made you go back some memories of your previous missions, how you had prepared yourselves and then what had gone wrong for what reasons. For those memories, flashing right before your eyes, you took a deep breath. This wasn’t for you. Not anymore. You didn’t need to worry for them. Kirk had everything under control and if he hadn’t he would do as he sees fit. It was all about luck. You didn’t believe in destiny or anything superstition, it was all about luck. An action leading to another. A decision affecting situation.  

You were present when Kirk left with his group. You, just like everyone else, wish them luck and soon after they left you retreated back to work.

You had been given a chance to get to know Bones. A man who was as grumpy as he was annoying. There. You had said it. There wasn’t much nice things to say about him, though he wasn’t the worst of all people on the ship. He had a heart, just slightly colder than normal people had and he had a great deal of complaining. From all the people he was quite amusing, but then so was Scotty. Scotty was one of your favorite of Kirk’s subordinates, but unfortunately he had left the ship just before departure. He had a feeling there was something off about the torpedoes Marcus had charged the ship with and had left.

Not long did you have to wait to be informed that John Harrison was on the ship when Kirk and his group came back. Of course you didn’t get these great news directly, but it was enough. You also could sigh from relief as Bones was assigned to get the blood samples of the prisoner as he had also been directed to treat the captivated murderer if there would be any need for it.

So there you were, keeping sure your workshop was tidy and all the supplies ready if there would be anything sudden or unexpected. That is of course what happened next, but not what you expected. No one needed you in your office, you were needed elsewhere. You heard from the speaker that had been installed on the left side of your office’s front door that you had been summoned. To the prison floor.

”(Y/n) (L/n), the captain asks you to come to the prison floor.” You couldn’t remember the name of the man on the speaker. You didn’t bother to get to know anyone if you weren’t needed to. You didn’t take anything particular with you, knowing you would’ve been informed if there was any need for it. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usually, but your calm composure hid it well.

At the door, opening it you called for the captain, already asking questions. ”You wanted to see me, captain.” You said as you walked into the white, well lit room. It was bright in there, a round room with monitors at the center and a glass wall to the prison cell that now had a resident in it. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wonder and meet the famous John Harrison. You let your eyes travel to his way, and it only took you a second to recognize him. You knew this man. You remembered him.

Your blood ran cold, the man you knew by a different name smirking at you in an unnoticeable way that Kirk, Bones nor Spock saw.

It was him. A couple of months ago you had been spending your time with two of your friends, it was rare enough for you to be out with company, but that wasn’t the only thing that rarely happened. You had encountered a tall, pale man who had offered to walk you home. You had just left the bar as your friends had stayed at the club, they loved dancing. You on the other hand hated night clubs and left after spending two hours there. You had only ordered three drinks, but it was enough to make your eyes droopy and your balance shaky. The man, he had introduced himself as Khan, had interrupted your stumbling on the streets and as he kindly suggested to help you home, you didn’t deny him.

Your mind raced through all the little memories you had of this person. That evening, that night and the following morning. You had been cursed. This was a remedy life gave you for the lack of danger in your new start and all had come crashing down by the first mission. You wondered had you come to an end, is this your destiny? What did this all mean?

The man behind the see-through glass grinning, you felt uneven by just looking at him. He felt more wicked and sly than the first time you met him. Here he was himself and in your memory, in the past he was someone else. A fake. A shadow of a man he could be. Like a reflection of something from alternate universe where he could feel empathy and remorse towards others. Now he reminded you of a criminal with only one thing in mind, destruction.

”(Y/n), I need you to guard Khan for me.” Kirk said. The name Khan rang in your ears. Yes. You knew him by that name and that name only, but that was it. You could put one and one together, a face and a name but that was it. You couldn’t say what he was like from personality, but his actions spoke for him. Killing so many innocent people. It was all the information you needed. And that information would have been enough to make you kill him.

”I thought he’s name was John Harrison.” You were stating the obvious question. You saw from the corner of your eye Khan reacting to the other name he was known as.

”It’s still rather unclear.” Bones blurted out, sounding rather disinterested, to which Khan rolled his eyes.

”It would be just for today at least.” Kirk assured you, approaching you calmly, almost begging and eyeing you as if trying to sense any hint of discomfort from you. It was a surprise that the feeling in your gut hadn’t made it on your face yet, because you felt more than uncomfortable. You didn’t even know why. Would it really even matter what you and Khan had done in the past? You didn’t want the crew to know about, but you doubted it would be an issue or even possible of Khan telling anyone. Why would he? If he would find it useful to manipulate you with the information then maybe. Cursing your wild imagination you tried to keep calm and not go ahead of yourself. Just wait and see, you told yourself.

You did want to hit Kirk. This was your first time on duty with your new position and you were already being dragged down for it?

”It isn’t my place anymore, captain.” You stated, your eyes wondering towards the man behind the glass wall even if you knew just looking at him was a mistake. He made you very uncomfortable. He had his eyes fixed on you and you could tell he was humored by the odds you were there. It had to be the only reason. But why was he so joyful of you being there? Would he humiliate you by how you met, what you did? You really needed to stop thinking about the past.

”The captain gave you an order.” Spock stressed, he too taking a step closer towards you. You, almost panicking, went to correct yourself.

”I’m not defying the captain.” You assured. ”But isn’t there guards on duty right now? I have my work and if I’m being honest I’m needed there.” Your voice was soft, almost shy for trying to reason with Kirk, especially when Spock was present.

”This is more important than your work right now, (Y/n) (L/n).” Spock said coldly, his eyes staring at you as expressionless as ever. His hands were behind his back, his head tilted slightly forward as he tried reasoning with you. He was very intimidating.

”I wouldn’t be asking you if I wouldn’t need to, (Y/n).” Kirk said, dismissing Spock’s harsh words. ”Besides, I’m already running low on my guards and you have more experience with prisoners than my other subordinates. You can try to make him talk, unlike the guards I have, they are here to only watch him. You can be useful and I would appreciate your effort.” This Kirk whispered. He didn’t need Khan hear him doubt his underlings.

Kirk had always been soft and easily approached even if you had no opinion on him. If you won’t mention how he wanted to keep the terrorist alive and take him captive against orders that is. It was a sign of moral and justice, but knowing how these kinds of criminals behaved you were second guessing. Of course you wouldn’t say anything, knowing the captain had made his decision and unlike Spock it wasn’t your place to advice him.

”Or do you need me ordering you?” Kirk stressed, his eyebrows high. You glared at your captain, but quickly wiped the look from your face. Feeling cornered and pressured for no reason made your blood boil. Of course you would do as the captain said if there was no dancing around his pleas.

You ended up nodding your head. ”No, captain.” You looked deep in Kirk’s blue eyes. ”You can count on me. I’ll do it.”

Kirk thanked you, patting you on the shoulder and with a little smile he had exited with Bones and Spock, leaving you alone in the room with Khan. You took couple of deep and silent breaths. You could do this. You hadn’t forgotten your training and there was nothing you hadn’t done before. Then again there was that teeny tiny fact that you had shared a bed with this man in question.

You took a couple of steps closer to the center of the room, still keeping your distance to the cell and the glass that separated you from Khan who had been standing in place the whole time. He was standing near the glass, a foot or two in between, his eyes on you. He was wearing a black outfit. The shirt rested on him well, showing all the muscles of his body and matched with black pants that did the same. His hair was pulled back, slick and lean unlike the last time you saw him. Then it was more messy and untamed, it had matched his lay back personality which with he had fooled you back then. Only by looking at him Made you question if he was even the same person that had managed to play a trick on you, toyed with you and fooled you to believe he had been a normal human being instead of this murderer he really was.

Khan was the one to break the silence. To your misfortune that is, since you could have just stood there, in silence for the end of your life, which Khan would probably more than willingly see. You dying. Maybe even by his own hands.

”Aren’t you going to interrogate me?” Khan tilted his head to his right with an amused tone and a barely seeable smile on his lips. His hands were behind his back in a mocking way, as if he was your superior. You knew he was trying to push your buttons, but also only just getting started. This couldn’t possibly be the best he could do though you weren’t interest of witnessing his best.

”I wouldn’t if I wasn’t ordered to.” You admit. You wanted to lean your back against a wall, but knew your composer would inform him of the lack of interest by doing so, and maybe even giving him the wrong sign that you felt safe that he was behind the glass which would provoke him to prove other vice, so you stayed at the center of the room. ”So, Khan, your plan?” And there it goes. Not interested.

Khan tilted his head even more, his eyes narrowing as he eyed you disappointedly but still amused. Was it your sass that kept him humored? Or just that he knew you better than what you let out? It wasn’t an act. You just had to be this way when you were on duty, even if it wasn’t yours anymore. You had to seem cold and distant, as if nothing got to you. Hardening yourself had taken time and practice but once you gained the hang of it you couldn’t keep it away. Though, still, hints of your own personality played a part of your interrogating.

”That is your way of pursuing me to talk?” Disappointment was one you had heard from prisoners only for handful of times. Khan was a criminal, an intelligent one and his arrogant way of talking made it clear. This would take time. ”I expected more of you to be honest.” He scolded.

”I haven’t started yet. Just thought you’d want to get it out of your system and not waste neither of our time.” You crossed your arms over your chest even if it wasn’t advised, but you would do what you felt right. He was being arrogant, you could do it too. Your body language signaled you were defying him, but knowing how his mind worked it would only provoke him to talk. It was simple and easy way to make him talk, as if manipulating. Of course it would take more than your position to get where you needed, but this was only boosting things up.

”Oh I don’t think I would ever dare to waste your time.” You could make a list of the ways of him wasting your time, but decided against it. For example the night you shared. It wasn’t relevant, but how wrong you were. Everything was relevant to Khan. Especially the time he had spent with you.

”Then you won’t mind telling me what I need to know.” You sassily chuckled.

”I will tell you everything you need to know.” Khan assured you, his voice deep and intimidating. ”I’ve been thinking about you.” You almost chocked on your own saliva. Khan smirked at the way you reacted, your eyes were wide and you had to clear your throat. Shit, he had hit you under your belt. You were so taken aback that you didn’t even have time to try and make things up, cover your surprise, and it made you look like an amateur. An idiot.

”That’s not what I need to know.” You told the prisoner, trying to fix your composure.

”What you need to know differs from what your captain needs to know.” Khan  explained as if it was the plan for both of you, obvious and final.

Khan was playing you. This was exactly why you hated your previous job, well one of the reasons. Even if you hadn’t met many of his kinds of criminals they could get under your skin and to Khan it wasn’t hard. You started second guessing that you hadn’t informed Kirk that you knew him. You had been wrong. He would dig deep enough to what he had found out about you and was going to use it against you and with his intelligent way of thinking it wouldn’t be hard.

”I’m not here because of me.” You reminded Khan who only smirked.

”Then let me make your time count.” Khan suggested, his tone now lighter and friendlier if you dared to say. He paced around in his cell but kept his eyes on you. You didn’t move, barely blinking, you stared at him, following his every move.

”All I want is to hear your plan, Khan.” You tried not to show him he had got you. You had to just stay focused and only aim for one thing, for information.

”My plan just changed.” Khan humorously admitted. He came to a stop, now closer to the glass than before.

”What part of it?” Your eyes narrowed, your ears burning. You knew you were getting close to get something out of him. If he would tell you now, then you had to say you would be disappointed. Even if you did want to leave the room and never to see this man again you still felt like there had been no struggle. Nothing really to make you even start to work. Too easy was what you hated.

”You.” Khan’s voice, like a growl of an animal, made your skin crawl and the hair in the back of your neck stand.

”What do you mean?” Your voice calm, but your insides were going through a rollercoaster. Was he trying to get to you? It had to be a trick. Even if he had had you once, laying on your back, him on top of you…

”What I plan to do with you differs from the knowledge your captain seeks.” Khan explained, his hands let loose, now on either side of him, not behind his back anymore, his weight slightly more on his left leg.

”I only need information of your actions that my captain is interested in.” You say to him in a voice that tries reminding him that it is the only reason you’re even there. He seems to try to forget it, or make you forget why you’re there. It annoys you, but you try to keep yourself together. But knowing it is the only way to get Khan to talk you let him continue, daring him even. ”But do humor me and tell what you plan to do with me.” You lean back, your head high and a smile on your lips. You can see a spark lit up in Khan’s eyes as you give him the permission to talk.

You know his plan. Even if it does include you, you already figured it out, though there is one thing you didn’t even think of.

”You have been the only woman in years I have shared a bed with.” It’s enough to wipe the smile from your face, it makes Khan smirk. ”And I plan to keep it that way.” He informs.

He waits for you to say something, and even if you need to struggle to keep your mouth from opening and ask questions you made it. You keep quiet and wait. Wait for him to continue his story, his plan as he recalls it. You did want to defy him, but you knew you couldn’t show emotions. He was a criminal. You couldn’t let him think he got you by his story.

You can see disappointment flash through his face again, but it’s gone in seconds. ”I will make you beg for me to bed you.” Khan growls.

”You have no such power over me.” You glare at him with cold eyes.

”I will make you want me, desperate, and once I have you don’t think I’m letting you go.” A smirk spreads on his lips. ”Your crew will turn against you and you have nowhere else to go, and my arms will be open for you.” He spreads his arms wide, as if showing you what you would be facing in the near future. You scoff at him and smirk. You’re not so easy. Your crew won’t turn against you so easily as he makes it sound like. Or so you try to prove him.

”You can try.” You tell him while taking a step back. You had had enough and decided to retreat from the interrogation room for a break. You might even just go to Kirk and tell him all you know of this idiotic terrorist, just to ensure your protection and to show your crew you were on their side.

”I will. But before that you need to give in to me.” Khan says with a smirk. ”You can save your time and company me right now.” And with those words as his last for you to hear you exit the room, not even glancing back.

Golden Age of Piracy coldflashwave AU, where Barry Allen’s father was hung for the murder of his mother, and he ended up being raised by the free coloured family the Wests.

When his beloved foster sister, Iris, is kidnapped by slavers and the authorities refuse to do anything about it, Barry seeks aid from a pirate crew, lead by notorious Captain “Cold” Snart and his first mate Mick Rory. They agree to help him - for a price…

But Captain Cold has a secret of his own. He is, in fact, not human - he’s a mershark. Like any of his kind he’s able to walk on two legs when it suits him, but unlike most he’s actually ventured forth, curious about the humans who cannot freely switch between sea and land.

Cold and Mick met years ago, shortly after a British Naval vessel had made the mistake of picking up an arsonist with a problem with authority and pressing him into service. Shortly after said ship was so much wreckage burning on the sea - really, they should have had better locks on the powder storage.

Cold and his sister Lisa had been trailing the ship, as mersharks sometimes do, side by side with their full shark cousins, hoping for an easy meal. Mick provided them with a feast - which is why Cold’s belly was comfortably full when he approached the half-burned man clinging to a floating barrel and decided to introduce himself rather than make a snack out of the human.

These days, Lisa will sometimes swim in the Rogue’s wake when her brother and his crew go raiding, hoping for treats. She pouts for days when her brother’s new pet throws the pretty shipwrecked Spaniard who was enthusiastically swimming for the ship a rope just as she was circling him. The worst part, though, is that her brother won’t even throw him back down - just because his pet is looking at him with those soulfull seal eyes. Honestly. For all they know, she might just want to have a pet of her own…

babyabbiestar  asked:

How about Super Mario for the fandom thing? :D

Favorite Male Character

Favorite Female Character
Princess Daisy

Least Favorite Character
Hammer Bros (cause fuck them guys!)

Favorite Ship
I really don’t have one *shrugs*

Favorite Friendship

Favorite Quote

Worst Character Death (if any)

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment
The day they made this man

Originally posted by goldenhigurashi

Saddest Moment

Favorite Location

Give me a fandom and I’ll tell you

anonymous asked:

what ships and headcanons do u have for arms?

Some ships? Hmm… haven’t really put too much thought into this, but I’ll try!

I’ve seen Ninjara and Spring Man thrown around quite a bit, and honestly I’m into it, it’s cute!

Ninjara x Spring Man:

- Ninjara gets flustered super easily
- Of course Spring Man does his absolute best to get him to do so
- They where dating for months and literally no one realised
- The rest of the fighters only found out during on of their usual get togethers, when Spring Man made an off handed comment about it
“wait… you mean you guys didn’t know?”
- Ninjara will often rest against Spring Man while engrossed in a good book
- Spring Man doesn’t mind, ‘cause it’s adorable, but it does leave him rather immobile for hours at a time (and he needs to go to the gym)

This is like the only ship I could really think of??
If anyone has specific ship requests, I can see what I can come up with for them!

- Mod Kid Cobra

I’m mad. I’m M.A.D. I’m still kinda new to the fandom but I remember joining and growing aware of Jason and Chris’s existence and being like ‘Hey, thank god the gtlive fandom is pure’ (ignoring the occasional stephew nsfw) ‘Thank god, cuz I’ve been in some weird weird sinful fandoms so this is a good change. I thought they’d be shipping the two poor employees but hey, happy surprise.’ and I was happy and I enjoyed my FOUR WEEKS of pure innocent bliss.


So you know what? You like the greek cryptid nerd so much is that so? 




  • He smokes/smoked
  • He’s still really young, probably around 24 or something
  • He drinks wildly
  • He had a really big beard before
  • He cut his hair very recently, it looks fresh


HAIL TO THE CHRASON KING @six-and-a-half-dollar-man

You Want me to Sleep Where? bbrae day 1

Rated Teen for some mature themes. 

It had been a really long day, even longer than what any of the team members were use to. With the mission taking a turn for the worst the Titans were going on two days without sleep. Raven didn’t remember if it was actually Gars excessive whining, Cyborg’s computer alarms constantly going off, or Kori quiet pleas into the boy wonders ears, that sent the raven hair man over the edge or not. He was turning purple or well his face that is as he spun around and shouted. “Look around were on a deserted planet miles away from our ship and your telling me you want to sleep?!” His eyes were blood shot as he looked from each person. Out of all of them Dick needed the sleep the most.

Raven sighed. “We did past that hut thirty minutes ago…” her tone dry and low monotone as she clearly was drained.  

Richard blinked as Kori looked like she was on the verge of tears she was always more emotional than normal with lack of sleep. “That tiny hut?!?!” He cried out.

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Pair: Nyx Ulric / Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Previously: Message me, thanks XD Links don’t work anymore here on tumblr

Words: 4482

Plot: Luna and Nyx didn’t fell in the Empire’s trap, Nyx didn’t had to use the ring and he survived. What would have happened if Nyx really had the chance to ‘see Luna safe to Altissia’, like he promised to Regis? Here the part 8: Nyx and Luna shared their first kiss and it looks like they both are ‘enjoying the moment’ a lot but as they set off for Tenebrae they have to come back to reality.

Personal Comment: Enjoy the romance until you can, because the angst is gonna start soon. Thanks as always to @loveiscosmicsin for being my beta reader and this time … the art is by me XD (which is why it sucks probably but whatever)

Sleeping in the backseat of the car didn’t bother him one bit this time. Actually, he even left the windows open, so he could smell the sea breeze and recall every moment of that incredible night. He found himself falling asleep and waking up with a smile.

After years of remorse and pain, Nyx never felt so happy as the day after he kissed Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. The sensation of inner joy and pleasure didn’t leave him alone, making him probably like a little kid having the time of his life.
As he stretched his legs outside the car windows, he licked his own lips. Remembering the way the princess kissed them, like he - and nobody else - was all she ever needed. 

He wished Libertus was here, so he would making him jealous by telling him all the details.

‘I kissed the most beautiful girl in the world,’ he would have said to his friend and Libertus wouldn’t have ever believed him, coming out with something like: ‘Whaaat?! Did she throw up afterwards?’ or a 'Did you think her kiss would turn a toad like you into a prince?’ His childhood friend did say outlandish things to get a good laugh at Nyx’s expense.

And yes, of course it was hard to believe. Because why should the divine and elegant Oracle of Eos kiss a mere Glaive? Yet… That’s what she did. 

What would have happened now, that was hard to tell but Nyx didn’t want to think about it. He knew that Luna had duty to fulfill and that she was to marry another man. He knew in the deep of his heart that the moment of intimacy they shared was probably a 'one time thing’. But he didn’t want to think about it. That was a stupid way to handle things, and yet it was his way. 

“You know how much Gil I paid for that suite?” 

Dino was standing outside the car, arms crossed, visibly annoyed by finding the Glaive sleeping in the car. Nyx simply rolled his shoulders back and then crossed his hands under the neck. “The princess is using it. You did the world a service. You should feel honored, buddy.”

“That was supposed to be for both of you.” 

“I like it better this way. It’s more romantic.”

“Oh, so you’re the romantic type. If I knew, I would’ve kept the money for myself.” 

Nyx moved to the backseat and finally decided to step out of the car. He was such in a good mood he smiled to Dino’s audacity, too. 

“Why are you up at this time?” he asked, starting to stretch up and to do some push ups. “Shouldn’t you be going after some stones?”

“I was speaking with the sailors–”

“Ah, the pirates.” Nyx ceased working out and rose to his feet.

“Yeah. They are going to sail at noon. They got their own way to trick the Empire’s tracking system but you really, really shouldn’t call them pirates, okay? For your own safety. Can’t stress it enough.”

“Do they know the cargo?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Try not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Making business with them it’s excellent, but I think it’s better if they don’t know about our Majesty…”

Nyx narrowed the eyes, getting suspicious.
“What kind of mess did you throw us into?” he asked, hands on his hips.

“Calm down, you’ll be all right so long as they don’t know who the Princess is. Besides, she has got you, right? Why would she need a bodyguard if you don’t… well, guard her body?” 

“Her body will be just fine, thanks.” he said raising a hand, trying not to even go there with the conversation.

“Oh, yes, I don’t even doubt it.”


Having Coctura preparing for him one of the most amazing breakfast ever (and for free. too) was one of the advantages of being the Oracle’s bodyguard. Nyx sat at the counter and had a Ebony, but the true magic came with a sweet cake with cream and some strawberries inside. 

“A secret recipe.” Coctura explained, smiling proudly and then going away.

As Nyx tasted it, he could tell that was something beyond normal. Literally, it was too good to be real  and he was never a cake person to begin with.

“It’s Tenebraen. The strawberries used in the cake are raised only in the royal gardens and that’s why the cooks hired for the Crown are the only ones with knowledge of the recipe.”

A delicate voice coming from behind surprised Nyx with his mouth full. He turned around and his heart started to beat faster, already knowing who was the one talking.
As a matter of fact, the princess was there, the hands joined in front of her, a shy expression on her face. Nyx found her so beautiful that morning that he took more than a minute to finally swallow the bite. “Coctura must be a supreme chef for knowing how to prepare it.” She then stepped ahead, sitting in the chair next to him on the counter. “Good morning.”

Nyx was suddenly so excited to see her, he was at a loss for words. He just stood there admiring every detail of her, like the gracious profile, the line of her neck, the tenderness of her skin which reminded him when he touched it the night before. He just wasn’t able to handle the power of the memories and started to stutter. “M-morning …” he finally managed to say. 

Luna didn’t look at him in the eyes because considering the rose-colored cheeks, she was certainly dealing with the same memories Nyx had. She took the menu and chose something from it. Only after that, Nyx had the courage to reach for the back of her hand and delicately caress it. Luna boggled, but in the end she turned her palm up, accepting the caress and giving it back. Their skin were both so cold, yet when they touched, that simple gesture was able to ignite a spark in their abdomens.

All of a sudden, Coctura came with what Luna ordered, so both of them quickly hid their hands under the table and looked away from each other. Thank the Stars that Coctura didn’t notice anything.

“You two are going to leave at noon, right? I’ll pack something for you, so you won’t have to worry about going hungry.”

Alone again in the center of the restaurant, Luna and Nyx sighed simultaneously and then shared a glance.

“How are you?” Nyx said, his voice finally regaining dignity.

“I’m fine, thank you. Where did you sleep?” 

“In the car. Rooms were too expensive.”

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” The way she looked so shy made him smile: she didn’t seem at all the sensual girl the night before, glued to his body and asking him to kiss her on the sand.

“I’m gonna prepare the car for departure. When the ship arrives we’ll have to put it in the—”

“Yes, of course, I will be ready too.”

Nyx noticed some hesitation in her voice but since she didn’t say anything to stop him, he stood up, determined to go away as promised. That turned out to be more difficult than expected. He slowly stepped back without taking his eyes off her and only when he noticed how ridiculous he may looked, he woke up from his trance and finally turned away, far from her.


The ship arrived sooner than expected and men quickly started doing their business. Dino introduced Nyx and Luna to the captain, an eccentric old man with a huge nose and the skin ruined by the sun. He took them under his wing in a hastily, probably fearing of being noticed and compromising the whole operation. Even though he seemed to be one of the worst kind of delinquents, Nyx and Luna didn’t have other choice than to follow him.

They bade Coctura farewell with high regards, but decided to stay in touch with Dino, knowing how much a resourceful man like him would have been helpful in case of need.

“If Noctis comes back here in Galdin Quay, please don’t tell him about us.” Luna whispered to Dino before boarding the ship.

The man didn’t looked surprised when he answered, “Of course. Best for him to not know where his runaway bride is going.”

“No, it’s not like that, i just don’t want him to follow me in Tenebrae and–” But her words were totally useless. Dino already had his specific view about the whole situation and nothing could have ever make him think otherwise. Besides, Luna started to think he was not entirely wrong.


The ship was big enough to transport cars and massive steel boxes with various merchandise inside, but didn’t have any room to welcome people, so Luna and Nyx decided to use their own car as apartment and sleep there. The forced closeness made them particularly nervous since they still didn’t find the courage to face what happened the night before.

The atmosphere on the ship wasn’t romantic enough to push them to deal with their feelings right now. On the contrary, the deck smelled bad, the sailors were rude and dirty and the constant swaying of the ship almost made Luna throw up. 
In fact, when the sun started to set, Luna was feeling so bad she begged Nyx to took her on the deck so she could have some fresh air. Nyx helped her until they reached the fore of the ship, where she clinched to the railing and took deep breaths. After a while, she felt better.

“Thank the Stars, we have only one day of sailing,” Nyx commented, not knowing what to do. “The motion of the waves doesn’t have the same effect on me. Maybe it’s because I’m used to flying airships. Basically the same thing…”

“I’ll be fine. I just need to stay here for a little longer.” Nyx nodded and waited some steps away, ready to help but distant enough to not pressure her. Luna looked in horror at her hands, seeing black veins appearing and disappearing immediately after. 'Not now’ she thought, hiding the hand away so Nyx couldn’t see it. “Just … Leave me alone for awhile now. I’m coming down in five minutes.”

“I’m not gonna leave you alone here. What if you faint? It happened before and the ship’s full of disgusting thugs ready to take advantage of you. Please don’t ask me that.”

That plea made Luna smile for some reason. She couldn’t deny she secretly liked this protective instinct of his but in this very moment she really couldn’t have nobody next to her. She didn’t want him to know her secret, not yet. She was about to say something but suddenly she felt another cramp to her lower stomach and moaned in pain, holding to the railing. Nyx was at her side, delicately massaging her back. 

They stand there for a long minute and during that time Luna tried to hide all the bare skin the dress didn’t cover. When the worse had passed, she sighed deeply and looked at his worried expression. She smiled because even if he never listened to her, it was good having him on her side. She felt safe, as it always happened next to him.

“Thank you,” Luna whispered, making the Glaive’s heart ache because even in pain, under the rose color of the sunset and on that dirty ship, she still had the most gracious and gentle smile he ever saw.

“You’re welcome,” he said, helping her standing up again. “Better now?”
Luna took a deep breath and closed her eyes.


“You’re more delicate than you wish to show.”

“You worry too much.”

“Of course I do.”

She opened her eyes, so she could notice the sincerity on his face. 
Exactly like the day before, to acknowledge how deep he was falling into her only made her feeling worse. “Nyx, I’m going to stay here for awhile. You can go and take a break from your guard duty.”

“I’m staying.” Predicable.

“You shouldn’t. What are we supposed to do here alone, talking about what happened yesterday? I thought we both preferred not to.” She was hoping that - by saying this - she would send him away, but he actually decided to get closer.

“No, we don’t… really need to talk. We could do a lot of other things.” He reached with both hands for the railing, trapping Luna between his arms, but not touching her. “Wanna see?” He smiled, trying to tempt her in every possible way. 
If Luna knew how to curse, she would totally have. Taking advantage of her lowered defenses like that was really unfair. 

“Nyx, I didn’t mean… Well… this is not professional at all.”

He raised his eyebrows.“I thought we stopped being professional right yesterday.” 

“It’s true, yesterday I was not professional at all and this is why I –” she paused, staring at his lips. She couldn’t help it and Nyx caught on her gaze with a smug smile.

“You what?” He asked, leaning down so his nose almost touched hers.

“…Really, Nyx? On this malodorous ship?”

“We don’t have nothing else to do. Besides, I could help you to feel better, maybe?”

“That’s…” she whispered, but his lips were already on hers. “…Presumptuous.” 

“Sounds like a pretty word. Say it again.” 


Nyx would have laughed but he actually preferred to take advantage of her opening mouth to kiss her deeply and stealing her breath away. The marvelous flavor of it canceled the terrible smell of the ship and sent an enormous amount of butterflies upon their stomachs.

Immediately giving up to her attempts to resist Nyx, Luna reached for his neck, caressing his ears, his braids and lastly, his beard. Like the night before, she wasn’t able to think rationally once he was so close and just let her heart lead her actions wherever it wanted. Feeling a intimate need of touching him, she explored his chest and then his back. 

Nyx took her in his arms, pulling her closer and whispered in her ear: “See? It looks like you’re better now.” That comment costed him a little punch on the spine but he felt the Princess getting weaker and weaker under his touch and this only turned him on, pushing him to kiss her cheek and her chin, her throat, until he reached the necklace he once gave to her. She was still wearing it. He smiled and went back to her lips.

As he did that, a sudden movement of the ship divided them and forced them to stick to every handhold they found. Luna fell down but Nyx took her arm and quickly raised her up. A huge wave invested them and even if it wasn’t enough to carry them away, it left them both soaking wet and scared.

“W-what just happened?” 

In the distance, they heard the sailors screaming orders and insulting each other, but it didn’t look anything alarming.

“Are you alright?” Nyx asked, getting closer again. He took her shoulders and checked her out to see if she was somehow hurt by the fall. 
It was in that moment he saw Luna’s black veins underneath her wet white dress for the first time. He stared at them and narrowed eyes, initially not understanding what he was looking at exactly. The light of the sunset was maybe creating some shadows where they were not supposed to be, so he reached for her stomach and touched it delicately. “The water must have been dirty, your dress is–” Luna slapped his hand and turned away.

“What are you doing? Don’t look.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He apologized. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see if you’re hurt.” Luna covered her stomach with the arms, trying to hide her face from him. “Princess, you’re not hurt, right? What are those black spirals?” Now Nyx was really worried. 

Luna felt tears well in her eyes as she remembered the reason why she should have pushed him away. Why she shouldn’t have let him kiss her in the first place. And when that hit her, that was the very moment when she wanted to get attached to him more, knowing though that she couldn’t. 

“I’m fine. I’m going downstairs alone now. I’m gonna change my wet clothes so please don’t instigate further.”

When she moves away, he reached out for her and tried to block her but she didn’t even lifted her eyes to meet his. She shook off his hand from her shoulder and ran away. 

Nyx watched her go, biting his own tongue, the flavor of her on the lips. He didn’t know what to think exactly so he just let his mind get empty. 
He then moved his eyes to admire the sunset, beautiful and touching, and for the first time in forever he noticed how much the days were getting shorter.


Later that night, Nyx went in the darken cargo area, where their black car was parked. He rested a hand on the roof and peaked inside.


Lunafreya was there, wrapped in a blanket, crouched in the backseat. Hair still wet, she was sleeping already, but judging by the wrinkle on her forehead, bad dreams were tormenting her.

Nyx felt the urge of comforting her somehow, so he carefully entered in the car and sat next to her, delicately moving a lock of hair behind her ear. The affection he put in that simple gesture surprised him. He realized that watching over the Oracle of Eos wasn’t just a duty anymore, it slowly became a need he couldn’t neglect. 

“I’m screwed, am I?” he whispered, thanking the Astrals that nobody heard him. 


For the first time in forever, Luna woke up before Nyx and found him sleeping next to her. The proximity didn’t even faze her as it should have. In fact, waking up on his side elevated her mood significantly.

In any case, she didn’t wait for him to get up and left the cargo hold to go on the deck. Sailors ignored her almost completely as she peeked outside, beyond the railing. She could already see the distant shape of her homeland, and it comforted her beyond measure. Having the chance to see those familiar walls once more would have help her to find the courage to fulfill her duty to the very end. It brought closure.

Luna stood there for a long time, air blew through her hair and she inhaled the smell of the sea. Even if the view calmed her deeply, watching the sun rising in the horizon made her wonder how long would have lasted that peace if she just gave up now. The answer was simple: very shortly. 

She turned around and saw Nyx coming out from the cargo room, looking out for her. Their eyes met and they waved at each other, but mutually decided to keep the distance. Maybe they were both scared of letting the feelings overwhelm them again.
The sun was getting real hot by the time they reached Tenebrae. 

The captain of the ship dismissed them pretty quick, like he didn’t even wanted to know who they actually were.

“Dino only asks me for favors when he has something big that he can’t handle,” he said, before letting them go, “and judging by the car and the beauty of that lass, mates, you’re more than 'big’. The crew been getting ideasabout what to do with you two, but I nipped that in the bud. Bettergive a compensation fee now if you don’t want me to follow through with some of those ideas.”

That was a nice way to rob them, Nyx thought. Even if the Glaive could have use kukris to teach them some manners, Luna’s glance was enough to make him understand he didn’t have other choice but giving up almost all the Gil they. They were in Tenebrae after all and the castle wasn’t far, so money wasn’t a primary necessity now.

They took the car out of the cargo room as quickly as they could, eager to leave that nasty ship of pirates behind. The journey on it had been a sufferance even for Nyx’s standards, which considering the conditions of his apartment in Insomnia, were at a very low bar already.

As the wheels of the car touched the Tenebraen sand and the road, both Luna and Nyx took a deep sigh of relief.

“Sorry for the bumpy ride. How’s your nausea?” the Glaive asked as he moved the car on the asphalt.

“I’m better, thank you. The most terrifying moments had already transpired, but I’m slowly get used to it.”

“A princess getting used to the pirate’s life… Somehow, I can see it.”

Luna smiled, looking at his profile, but after that her attention was finally absorbed by the details of the familiar landscape. The beach where they docked was hidden by a thick forest similar to a jungle, so green to look extremely alive. The way the trees entwined their boughs to each other created a beautiful roof of vegetation and the floor of white sand only made it more otherwordly. As Nyx and Luna continued the journey, the former Princess recognized the details that were so dear to her heart like the peculiar form of the mountains close to the sea, so high and so narrow they look like columns of rocks and trees touching the clouds. The light of the sun had a strange way to illuminate things in Tenebrae, it was able to transform even the most insignificant object in pure magic. Yes, that was the better word to describe that place: magical. 

No wonder the Princess was born here, Nyx thought, Whole place’s pulled straight from a fairy tale.

“Never expected to see all this in my life.” Nyx said, looking beyond the car’s windshield. Some unknown marine animals similar to deer were watching him from a corner of the street. “So, Princess, which way? I may not be used to Tenebraen protocol, but if you want to go back to the castle, I guess we’ll have to deal with Niffs guarding it.”

“The imperial army does not usually enter in the castle because they want to let people think they respect their Tenebraen culture and autonomy. Be that as it may, we could probably meet some patrols around the villages, so we should try to avoid them by taking another way around. Just go, I’ll tell you.”

Nyx smiled, glad to see her finally at ease in her homeland. He could tell she was already feeling better by the way she was taking the lead over him. He didn’t mind actually, not in that case at least.

They drove for a long while, crossing the forests so they wouldn’t have been noticed. Thank the Stars, Luna knew those woods from her childhood so they didn’t get lost in that perilous net of streets and roads. 

Finally, the castle was in sight, a breathtaking and huge construction on a cliff, painted in white, with the gothic architecture and a fairytale appearance. 

“That’s your palace?” Nyx whispered in wonder. 

“Yes.” Luna put a hand on the car window, nostalgic and starry-eyed at the view. “I’m home.”


Luna suggested leaving the car in an inconspicious parking space, she would send servants later to pick it up. They walked to the castle, approaching it by the main entrance, yet found it completely empty. That was beyond weird and for some reason, Nyx couldn’t move his hand away from the kukri at his hip. 
Luna walked up the white stairs to the entrance first, Nyx closely following her, ready to fight if it was the case.

The door was opened. The hall in front of them now had extremely high ceilings and harmonious paintings on the walls. Fresh flowers were positioned everywhere and perfume filled the air. 

“Is anybody there?” Luna asked.

Nyx shivered, wondering if it was necessary to call for someone so loudly.“We could just do whatever we came here to do and then leave, Princess. No need to draw attention to ourselves.” 

“But I came here to stay for awhile. I won’t rush.”

That surprised the Glaive. “You want to stop your journey?” 

Luna hesitated, but it was time to tell him.“No, I couldn’t renounce my duty, not even if I wanted to. But I could need some more time here. It’s where I grew up,  where my family are buried. Perhaps here… I’ll find the strength I need to fulfill what needs to be done.” 

Nyx couldn’t help but being a bit disappointed by that confession.“Awesome,” he said, anyway. “Let’s have a ball here then. Maybe we should head to the kitchen first? I’m starving.”

Luna was already leading the way in the castle when a woman standing on the top of the stairs called for her.

“Lady Lunafreya?” 

Luna lifted her head, her sight fell upon an old woman. “Maria.” The two women met in the center of the hall, one gorgeous and delicate, the other frail and aged, and they shared a hug.

“When we heard about the Citadel, we had lost any hope of seeing you again. Having heard your voice and knowing you live–!”

“I’m so happy to see you, too.” Luna tried to show manners and elegance but she was clearly touched by the old lady’s devotion. “May I introduce yourself to the man who saved me countless times?” she added, turning around and presenting Nyx. “Nyx Ulric, this is Maria, my nanny. Maria, this is Nyx Ulric, a soldier under King Regis’ Kingsglaive and my personal bodyguard following the fall of Insomnia.”

The old lady looked very grateful in acknowledging that someone took care of the princess like she always did. “Blessed be, Sir Ulric. These are dangerous times. Darkness overwhelms our hearts quicker than it have the skies, but if you live, hope isn’t lost. Now, that this old woman can breathe a little easier, rest and tell me about the journey. Oh, before that, I must tell Lord Ravus!”

Lunafreya boggled, not expecting hearing that. “My brother is here?”

“Yes. He recovered from his injury time, didn’t he? He arrived at the castle yesterday, ready to organize troops to come and find you. He will be relieved knowing you’re already here!”

Hearing that, Nyx tensed up. His first instinct was to grab Luna’s arm and pull her closer, like he wanted to defend her from an invisible danger. Ad he did it, a voice sounded in the hall, like coming from behind them.

A cold, surprised, and strong call.


Luna and Nyx glanced towards another lateral entrance, where a man dressed in white was standing. 

Luna’s heart almost broke when he recognized him: “Ravus.”

molasses-to-rum  asked:

Whos william cunnigham? What'd he do to hale?

According to General Howe’s provost marshal, William Cunningham, the British executed two hundred and seventy-five American prisoners as well as what Cunningham called “obnoxious persons,” in New York City alone during the years the British occupied. Executions were not public affair, but Cunningham, would stand at the gallows himself and admitted that there were twelve public executions during his tenure in New York–one of which was Nathan Hale. Cunningham was part of a cluster of provost marshals who starved to death “more than two thousand [American] prisoners”. Packed so tightly in on the prison ships, Cunningham and other British soldiers would intercept food–mainly uncooked, rotten pork, hardtack and spoiled meats meant for the prisoners and sell it on the black market. The water he served was laced with bacteria and muddy. 

Cunningham was known as a drunk and a “monster”, an enforced who “wasn’t affair to carry out any grisly duty bestowed upon him.” He was known as a scow banker, in the business of crating human beings and loading them on ships headed to America from England under the promise of “great adventure” and a fuller life, only to sell them into slavery and work camps under a debt of passage once they arrived in Boston and New York. For Cunningham, the worst American was a spy. Cunningham was a heavily-built, red-haired Irishman, with a red nose and was around sixty years old. 

After Nathan Hale was brought before General Howe and sentenced the next morning to death, he was given to Cunningham who placed him in his last nigh in a greenhouse as a prisoner. Hale, a religious man requested a minister and Cunningham denied him; Hale then asked for a bible and was denied this as well. The next day, Hale was given writing utensils in a last request secretly to bid his farewell by John, a British soldier he had befriended. Cunningham did not allow him to send the letters he had written; one of which was to his elder brother Enoch. 

During Nathan’s stand for he was pushed off to hand, several on lookers growing emotional shed tears and Cunningham cursed at them, warning that if they didn’t stop, one of them “would likely enough themselves come to the same fate.” It was Cunningham who burnt Nathan’s last letters to his family and commander. Cunningham later took Nathan’s Yale diploma which he had carried on his person and flaunted it in front of Nathan’s classmates from college who was in a British prisoner. 

A lot of people asked me why I hated William Cunningham, and now you know why. I hate Cunningham with such a burning passion that I cannot formulate into words how much I detest him. He burnt Nathan’s last words to his family, he flaunted his death in front of one of his friends. Cunningham took Nathan’s last loving words away from him. He will never be forgiven. 

  • Fitzgerald: Getting rid of me… Won’t save you. You’re your own worst enemies! Both of you!
  • Atsushi & Akutagawa: *look at each other*
  • Atsushi: No, I’m pretty sure you’re worse, man.
  • Akutagawa: You’re definitely worse.

anonymous asked:

♚: Head scratches Astrazia/Quinn

Quinn frowned at the work piled before him. It wasn’t the amount that bothered him. He would finish it all in due time and would likely enjoy putting order to this mess. The problem was he shouldn’t have been the one expected to file every single report.

Astrazia could be excused passing on such menial work, as was her right as a Sith. He would have thought an apprentice like Jaesa would have put out the effort, but he could overlook her transgressions as well. Broonmark was the sort of tool best utilized in battle. Vette, however, claimed to be a full member of the crew, and yet she never lifted a finger for any of the real work that needed to be done around the ship. And Pierce was the worst of them all. How the man- the brute- could call himself a military officer boggled Quinn’s mind.

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