join our crew!

Thrive // h.h

A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer. 

This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.

Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.

She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.

Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.

Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.

Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.

“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”

She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”

“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”

“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”

Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”

The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.

“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”

“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”

“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”

The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.

“Your point?” She asks.

The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.

“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”

That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.

Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.

“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”

“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.

“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.

“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”

“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”

With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.

“And if I don’t?” She calls.

“You will.”

And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.

“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.

“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.

“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.

“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”

“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”

“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”

“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”

“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”

“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”

“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.

She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.

“Welcome aboard princess.”

A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”

The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.

“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”

“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”

“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.

Harry takes it gladly.

“After you princess.”

The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.

“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”

“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”

“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.

“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”

“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”

“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”

“I like that,” she smiles.

“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.

“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”

Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.

“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”

“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”

She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.

“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.

“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”

Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.

“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”

“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”

“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”

“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.

“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.

Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.

“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”

Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.

“I’m ready for anything.”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.

“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”

As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.

Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.

“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.

“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”

“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.

“You love it.”

“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”

“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.

“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.

The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.

“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”

“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”

“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”

The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.

“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”

“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.

“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.

“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”

“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”

Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.

“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”

“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”

“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”

Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”

“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.

“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”

The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.

“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”

“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”

“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.

“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”

“We ride with the tide.”

Humans Are Weird

It is well established among all sentient species that Humans are Weird. Exceptional Humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison.
Yatrov was to show the newest crew member- another Human- “the ropes”, as Human Jenny phrased it.
Upon arriving, however, the newest Human barely spared xir even a glance, which was odd, seeing how Humans prize interaction above all else. Shrugging it off, xe delicately held out a clawed hand to engage in the Human positive-meeting greeting, a “hand-shake” it was aptly named. “I am known as Yatrov, in Human Common tongue. I am sorry to say that I was unable to read your file report, and am thus left without your name. What is it you wish to be called?” Yatrov was genuinely sorry; the ship was in dire need of repairs, and this Human was coming to help.
Instead of taking the proffered hand, the human’s brown eyes stared into xi’s own violet. “I am Giovanni. And you are approximately 7 minutes late. I do not fault you for your tardiness, your job is a busy one, so your apologies are void. I do not need to see the entirety of this ship, I only require the engine room. Take me there and I will begin repairs immediately. Social niceties and other such meaningless things can be done at a later date, if done they must be at all.”
Yatrov felt somewhat slighted; xe’s species did not greet with touch, but it was seen as an insult- a social misdemeanor- to deny the shaking of hands. Attributing it to the Human having been under circumstances that made him “cranky” and to the fact that the Human was excited to work- humans forgot norms when excited, xe had found- Yatrov continued to try to create a pack-bond with this Human, “I have heard many great things about you.”
“Truly?” The Human considered this for a moment, head tilting, “I am merely faster than most, mentally. A marathoner or racer is not spoken of in as high-esteem as those with quick mental facilities are, are they?” The Human was speaking out loud, xe found this practice odd and ignored it. “What exactly have you heard?” The Human tapped their legs with their fingers, adopting a rhythm unknown to xir, and hummed. 
Arrogance or curiosity? “Admittedly, not much has been told. I know that you have several thesis papers, have repaired and improved upon numerous ships, and that you were good enough that our captain was surprised that you even bothered to consider joining our crew.”
“Huh.” And that was that. Giovanni did not speak after that, made no effort to communicate. Giovanni did not try to obtain physical contact. Giovanni remained aloof with even Human crewmates long after he had joined. He also remained fidgety, seemingly unable to keep still, unless it was to engage in a staring contest with the resident cat- to keep the Humans from adopting a weird, deadly creature- or to continue his single-minded work with machinery.
Three weeks after he had joined, the ship was attacked. Vernians boarded the ship, using their many appendages to apprehend multiple members of The Highlight- the ship- at once. No one knew where Giovanni was, and no one would have been surprised if he had left to save his own hide.
Which was precisely why everyone, who were all bound and trying to negotiate with what was essentially pirates, was surprised when Giovanni came around the corner, a knocked out Vernian held under gun point.
Guns pointed at him, Vernians shifted to attack him. “What you need to know: firstly, I have hacked into your language processors. All Vernae will sound like gibberish.” He paused, then grinned ferally. “Try”, he dared.
“Kir-ah?!” They did, and did not seem pleased with the results.
“Back! Restore!” the voices of Vernians screeched, their language translators on the fritz. 
“Secondly,” he paused, “I will shoot your friend if you do not release my own.” When an uproar of shouting started again, he blandly stated, “Blank point will be quite messy, won’t it?” He hummed, as though in thought, though his eyes trailed after every movement the Vernians made.
A smaller one, likely emotionally closer to the Vernian Giovanni was holding captive,  pounced.
ZZZZZT-PA! The Vernian howled, two of its 11 “arms” gone. “My threat is not idle.”
The room quieted, members of the Highlighter slowly being released.
“Thirdly.” His lips pursed, his nose tilted, sneer deadly, “Run, and pray that I never see you again!” He shot a wall, and they scattered, leaving the crew of The Highlighter mostly unscathed.
It was hours later, after the chaos was settled and the ship fixed up again, that Yatrov approached Giovanni.
“Why did you save us?”
Giovanni scrunched his thick eyebrows together, “Why ever would I not?”
“You make no attempt to communicate with us.” Yatrov insisted, trying to discover the reason Giovanni would do something without some sort of gain.
“Oh, that.” He dismissively waved his hand, his face again lax and bored. “I do not see the point in wasting words. I enjoy the presence of the crew, and- while I see no point in engaging in it- their idle chatter is amusing to listen to.” He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”
“The crew operated under the belief that you disliked us.” Yatrov felt a small bit of shame; clearly, Yatrov had been wrong to assume that all Humans were so similar.
“I-” He looked hurt, eyes filling with water- tears, they were called, and Yatrov knew that this was not a good sign. His lips twitched, his words near whispered, “Did you not consider me a friend? I thought we were.” He had begun nervously threading his fingers, humming lightly.
“I thought you disliked me.” Yatrov’s admission only increased xir’s guilt, and the slight tremors of the Humans smaller body.
“I made you and the others a new computer.” Giovanni’s eyes searched Yatrov’s one, and again found no solace. A computer did not equate to friendship. “I *made* you and the others a new computer.” The emphasis hit Yatrov. Why would one handmake something if the person receiving it did not matter to them.
“I am sorry.” Yatrov paused, xe had seen it in a Human film once, maybe…? “Can we start over?” A small nod eased Yatrov’s mind and reaffirmed xir’s decision. “I am the one known as Yatrov, and I enjoy reading: fiction, typically.” Xe did not hold out his hand, but stared Giovanni right in the eye.
The smirk on Giovanni’s face told xir that the actions- or lack there of- was not missed. “I am known as Giovanni.” He held out his hand, looking smug and slightly proud of remembering this, as their hands clasped, he said, “I enjoy sandwhiches, science, and conversations on how realistic or achievable a work of fiction can be. It will be a pleasure to work with you.”

Humans were odd, but exceptional Humans lived by a very different set of rules. Intelligence changed their perceptions. Yatrov knew, from personal experience, that they were still Human, still fantastic and horrifying, at their core. Yatrov put down the book xe was reading, looking up to watch Giovanni’s animated expressions as he ranted about machinery. Yes, truly, Humans are Weird.

(Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, my hand has been cramping up lately and it is hard to write at the moment. And I should not be writing sci-fi, because it is NOT my forte, but I had a plot-bunny and felt the need to attempt it. This is basically a shortened version of what I wanted to write, skipping over much of what I actually wanted to put down. Feel free to take the general idea and write something better XD )

Humans are Weird - Part 1

~My last one did pretty good, so I thought I’d write a sort of prequel to the last Humans Are Weird thing I did. It has a few ideas from other posts I have seen. Sorry that I don’t recall who the original poster is, otherwise I’d tag them~

Xylion had never felt more nervous in his long life than at this moment. He was waiting with Captain Zellnor as they awaited the new arrivals.

“What do you think these creatures will be like, sir?” Xylion asked, smoothing down the outfit he was required to wear for his position on the ship.

Captain Zellnor was silent for a bit before he responded. “From what I’ve heard about humans, they are very loyal, curious, smart, yet the exact opposite of all of those at the same time. They can be extremely idiotic, yet they are revered for their vast knowledge. Many times through the small pieces of history they have provided the Universal Space Legion, mass amounts of betrayal are portrayed and shown. And their curiosity can also be subdued. It all depends on what they want to do, not what we want them to do. Not only that, but some things that would normally wound one of any numerous species out there won’t have any effect on them. Like caffeine, for example. Where it would kill me in a heartbeat, they’d get over-energetic.”

Xylion felt a shiver run through his spines. “Are you sure about recruiting them then, sir?” He questioned, looking up to his superior.

While he trusted everything his captain said, he was wary of this new species. If they were everything his captain said they were, then why would anyone want them?

“Well, Xylion, while they do seem like odd choices, they will be beneficial to us.”

“How so?”

“The bond humans form with other species outside and within their own is extraordinary. Some of the different spies sent to observe them over the years have said that they often cry over a loss, even when what passed is outside it’s own species. They could be extremely good in any combat situation as well. See, from what humans call ‘scientists’ have told us, the thing they call a brain shuts off their strength so they don’t end up hurting themselves or others around them. However, from what we have seen in life or death situations, this seems to turn off. They are terrifying at that point.” Captain Zellnor said, his scales turning to a shade of black. He was scared.

Xylion looked out the large glass window at the cement world around the ship. The humans, while a relatively young species, had managed to tame their world. He was surprised their ship had made it onto the surface. Something began to fall from the sky, and light streaks would light up the sky and the sound of explosions sounded soon after they went on by. However, the human communication center reassured them they were fine. Their ship was not metallic. Xylion didn’t know what that had to do with it, but he was thankful nonetheless. “So the humans are…monsters?” He questioned, focusing back on the conversation he was having.

“From what I’ve heard, they do seem it. However, the human leaders reassured the Universal Space Legion that they were not at all dangerous to those they trusted. So long as we don’t betray their trust, we should be fine.” He said, his body returning to it’s neutral white. 

Xylion looked up as he watched strange boxes coming towards the ship. Wheels were turning as they seemed to propel them forward. Xylion heard Captain Zellnor straighten his badge next to him. “Looks like they have arrived, Xylion. Are you ready to meet your fellow crew members?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, sir.”

Xylion stood at the front of the ship with the rest of the crew around him. They were relatively small, with only ten of them including the Captain. Now, four more would be joining them.

He looked towards one human as it walked towards them. They were dress in black and had some strange red material protruding from their neck. Unlike many Alien species, this human had no fur or scales, and instead had what looked like the underbelly to a Grangle, an alien covered in fur. Their stomach’s did not have fur, and instead had a soft material. It was their weak spot.

The human looked at Zellnor and put his appendage that looked somewhat like an arm up with his forehead, the small, second appendage sticking straight forward. Captain Zellnor nodded his head, his snout almost touching his chest.

The human touched some sort of flesh sticking out the side of it’s head and touched the strange black piece inside of it. His mouth moved, and Xylion caught the words. “Everything seems all well and good, bring them out.”

Xylion watched as a door opened on the strange wheeled boxes. He watched as four more humans walked out. Xylion frowned as he looked at them.

The tallest of them had large arms and looked like he had a few marks over his flesh. They were lighter, so he thought perhaps they were a color deficiency. Over all, however, his flesh was darker, the darkest out of everyone there. His hair, as human’s called it, though it just looked like long fur, was almost nonexistent. From what Xylion could see of it, it was lack and grew close to his head.

The second tallest was also a man. His hair was a light color, almost yellow. His flesh, however, unlike the taller one, was on the opposite side of the color spectrum. While it did have some sort of tone to it, it was practically white. The human had strange goggles over his eyes, and he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by them! Xylion knew goggles always annoyed him, so he wondered how this human was withstanding them.

The third human was odd. He assumed it was either an oddly shaped man, or perhaps one of the females. They had red hair and strange dots splattered all across their round face. From their eyes, their nose, and even their mouth, everything was round! It was almost like looking at a circle! Xylion frowned at the strange bulges on their chest and the oddly busty thing on their behind. Clearly they were not the same as the men. They had to be female then, right?

The last human was quite short, a tiny bit taller than the female. Their hair was dark as well and fell all over their face. However, Xylion could see the dark pools of their eyes and brown colored skin they had. He was somewhat shocked to see so many different colors of humans, actually. His species consisted of three colors: green, blue, and red. He was lucky enough to have a calm shade of green, rather than the vibrant red.

Xylion watched as Zellnor walked over to them and introduced himself. He towered over the tallest human, his long neck and face adding most of his height.

“Is that a giraffe?” The shorter male whispered to the questionable female.

The questionable female put a finger to her mouth and made some weird noise. Xylion hadn’t heard it before.

“I’m Zellnor, and who might you all be?”

The tallest one barred his mouth, revealing rows of white bones. “Mason. Mason Powers.”

The light one held his appendage out to Zellnor, as if expecting something. “Fredrick Matthews. A pleasure to meet you.”

The questionable one also barred her white bones. “Jennifer Adams, but please, call me Jenny!”

The last one gave them another one of those freaky teeth showings, and threw his appendages up in the air. “Isaac! Isaac Browne!”

Captain Zellnor nodded. “Are you ready to join our crew, humans?”

“Sure!” Human Jennifer said, clasping their hands together.

Captain Zellnor motioned for them to come aboard. 

Part 2 will come out in a bit. For now, enjoy this part. 

A Hero?

“Humans use knives?” 

An image of Lieutenant Stabby comes to mind and I grin while nodding. The grin does little to ease the aliens that I am facing off. 

“Knives are designed to draw blood.” I look back at Turkvan with appreciation. He was the only one in this crew besides Captain that could keep his head in stressful circumstances. Was he trying to spook them or…with a flash I remembered that the Archnards were anemic and drawing blood would probably kill them. 

I flash my knife at them more aggressively with a smile (which some species find frightening). They flinched. Or was that my imagination? I could feel myself starting to flit from thought to thought as my heart rate increased. 

I flashed my knife again, an attempt to refocus myself as well as intimidate them. I counted-twelve of them, all standing 6 feet taller than me, with 6 arms on their sides, including arms growing out of their legs. No way I could slash more than a few of them before I was grabbed. I frantically looked around the room for options. I was the only human in the crew, which meant I was the only one crazy enough to even attempt anything. My crew all stood behind me, weaponless and for the most part, frightened. Before me stood 12 Archnards, menacing, tall, and entranced by the knife I was still gesturing with. Perhaps distraction was the way to go. 

“We will start with eating you,” the tallest Archnard’s translator sputtered as he pointed at my captain. 

“That’s it,” I heard myself mutter as I ran straight at the Archnards. I slashed at anything and everything on my way to their leader, the tall one who had dared to threaten my captain. He was the best chance that crew had of survival, and if they managed to hurt him, especially if they ate him, the rest of the crew would blindly give themselves up. He was the only one on the ship, besides me, that had any initiative. I loved the highly-trained crew that I worked with, but I knew they wouldn’t-couldn’t escape or resist on their own. It was up to me. I interrupted my own reverie, noticing that I was actually making progress toward the tall leader. I furtively glanced around me as I continued my blind slashing at anything that was remotely Archnard-looking.  I was making more than progress. Were they actually avoiding me? Didn’t they realize they could overpower me? But, that would require a sacrificial temperament, something that Archnards did not possess. 

As I continued to slash and started to pursue the Archnards down the corridor from where they had ambushed us, I began to wish I had thought to keep another knife on me. Of course, if I had known that we would be attacked today, I wouldn’t have had chosen a knife as a weapon of choice, either. I glanced behind to see that only one Archnard remained with my crew and that the captain was organizing its capture. Good. I turned my full focus back to the fleeing Archnards, who now had different hallways to choose out of up ahead. I could only hope that they were all fleeing for the safety of their ship, and the fastest route there. 

My hand began to burn. Too late I remembered that Archnards have acid as blood. I switched the knife to my other hand and tried to wipe the acid onto my shirt. The Archnards were gaining ground. I hoped they didn’t stop before their ship blasted as far away from us as possible. I hit the corridor wall. How had the corridor closed in on me? I heard the slither of my crewmates’ tentacles down the floor. How could I hear it? My face was now on the floor. Funny, I didn’t remember falling. My knife, where was my knife? Where were the Archnards? I vaguely heard Captain’s voice but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. Boy, was I going to get into trouble for that. Focus. On what? I couldn’t remember.


“Humans are most impressive,” he croaked. He spoke Human? My mind again got distracted as I mused on the formulation of a global language that had taken place centuries ago on Earth. Focus, I reminded myself. Instead, my gaze found a human woman watching me from the front of the crowd. The glove on my hand started to itch. That’s good-my nerves were beginning to return a month after my run-in with the Archnards. I found myself longing for a human’s company, somewhere we could talk, where I wasn’t on a stage receiving an award for something any human would have done - an award for being a human. I was getting lonely on the ship, especially now that I was being viewed as a very special hero instead of as a comrade by my crewmates. Perhaps the Captain would allow another to join our crew. I would have to ask him later. Focus, I told myself again. The admiral was now croaking in his own language and placing a medallion around my neck, as I had opted for that instead of the branded award type that many other species did not find uncomfortable to bear. I shuddered, thinking of a brand hitting my skin. Couldn’t be worse than that acid though, I smiled to myself before realizing I was supposed to be bowing in thanks to the admiral. After a hasty bow, I hurried off to join the line of other honorees at the annual hero ceremony. I found the pretty human woman in the crowd watching me and winked at her. I would have to find her once this was over and introduce her to Captain. 

We launched the Kickstarter!

Dear Fannibals, 

…YES! We launched the Kickstarter, you can find it here

The Kickstarter will be up until September 30th 2017!

Our primary goal is 10.000 €, but our BIG GOAL is 30.000€. 

The rewards will include the DVD, stickers, postcards, t-shirts, exclusive access to more content, and so much more… And there will be additional rewards once we reach our stretch goals! There’s a lot of stuff available if you want to sedate your hunger, so many incredible artists have joined our crew!

Please check out the Kickstarter for all the info about the project, rewards, cast&crew, artists, and find out how it all started!

Don’t hesitate to tell all your Fannibal friends about this project :D

“Hannibal: CRACK!” Kickstarter - up until September 30th!

Oh, and don’t forget: tomorrow August 29th we’ll post the audio of the 3rd Act from the first Fannibal Musical! In the meantime, here are the links to Act 1 and Act 2

Stay tuned, Fannibals!

xfangheartx  asked:

Hey, Luffy, when you become Pirate King, what are you gonna do afterwards?

“First I will hold a huge banquet for us all because without my amazing crew and their help I wouldn’t be able to achieve my dream. Then I’ll go and search for more adventures~!”

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when everyone gets hyped and join to dance “Chewing Gum”…
except Jeffrey from California who probably hasn’t heard about it yet 😂😂


Dear Fannibals!

As you might know, we weren’t able to record our performance at RDC3… but we have good news!

Here’s a slide show video of Act 1 with photos of the performance, and subtitles! 

Act 2 and 3 coming soon!

And if you loved our work… please consider backing our new project “Hannibal: CRACK!” - Kickstarter link here 

We would love to share our passion for Hannibal with all the Fannibals, so we want our new musical parody to be a movie this time. Your help and support is crucial in order to make this happen! 

The Kickstarter will be up until September 30th 2017, and our goal is 10.000 €

Check all the details here: project, story, rewards, cast, artists that joined our crew…  

Don’t hesitate to share this with all your friends! Your love will not go to waste <3

Stay tuned, Fannibals!


So, we’ve been posting a ton of voice acting stuff, but not a lot of artist stuff.

The Mystery Kids Return team is currently accepting artists as well as voice actors!

If you’re interested in joining our art crew, send us an email with some of your art to

If you’re interested in voice acting, visit @themysterykidsreturn for more info.

If you’re interested in editing, contact my blog or @themysterykidsreturn for information regarding that.

Thanks! We can’t wait to hear from you!

Stellazzio Now Hiring!

That’s right! WE’RE HIRING! 

Ul'dah’s best hole-in-the-wall pizzeria is looking for some new crew. 

Can you: Show up consistently from 6 - 9 Eastern on Wed nights*? Deal with a fair amount of XAELA YELLING. Bring a character into an environment that’s basically 60% Slice of Life Anime/40% sausage jokes. Be comfortable with the scroll on busy nights. 


If hired you will: Be exposed to a lot of pineapple. Not be told the secret to the Hellsguard secret sauce. End up knowing all the words to EVERY SONGBIRD SONG EVER. So what are you waiting for!? It’s a good time and you’ll end up meeting lots of new people for more RP! 

Join our pizza crew!

More IC info:

We’re looking to hire the following or some combination thereof: Asst. Manager, Pizza Chef, and two servers/bartenders.

OOC info:

To be blunt, Tin’s player ( @ex-atomos ) suffers from chronic illness and can’t consistently be present (not to mention functional) at their own RP event. Rather than let this fun restaurant fade into the ashes of canceled RP venues, we’re turning to the Balmung community for help!

We’re looking to hire more staff so we can provide some flexibility for the entire staff. Illnesses and ‘off’ nights happen, over-scheduling happens, time zone snafus happen! Plus, we’d like to offer the staff (and patrons!) more time for in-depth RP instead of us only have time to try and frantically keep up with chat scroll on busy nights.

What we’re looking for from you:

Commitment to showing up regularly (or give notice if you can’t make it). Ability to deal with both slow times and busy. Ability to work as part of a team.

*Time slot can be adjusted to better fit our crew’s needs.

Feel free to reach out to us here on Tumblr or in game! (If you show up at the Pizzeria during event hours, we may be too busy to interview you at the time. Early is better.)

Tin puts a hand to his linkpearl and listens for a moment


(Thanks to @moonhartsffxiv for part of the ad!)

Love’s Keen Sting~Evie Queen One Shot

Requested: Nah

Plot: Reader is Gaston’s daughter and Gil’s little sister. Reader and Evie used to date before Evie went to Auradon. Evie comes back with the boys and the two run into each other.

Word Count: 2,970

I got carried away, I’m sorry… Not really. Hope you Enjoy! Requests are open!

Evie’s P.O.V.

    I took a deep breath as I got out of the limo. It felt really weird to be back on the Isle. This was once my home, but it no longer felt that way. “It feels weird to be back.” I commented aloud. Carlos agreed quickly. “Yeah well let’s make this quick.” Jay said as he grabbed a tarp to cover the limo with. The four of us made sure the limo was completely covered. After Ben walked over to the pipe that lead to Uma’s ship. “What’s through here?” he asked. I grabbed his shoulders and guided him away from it. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” We walked a little bit down the alley.

    As we were walking, Jay, Carlos and I were all tense at the familiar sights. “Princess?” I heard a familiar voice ask. I turned around and gasped. “Y/N?” I asked leaving the boys and rushing over to my girlfriend. We ran and met in the middle and wrapped our arms around the other. “What are you doing back?” She asked worriedly, “Did they bring you back? They better not have! You looked so happy in Auradon! I’ll find you a way back if it’s the last thing I do! And then I’ll demand that you stay!” Y/N rambled causing me to giggle. I placed a quick peck on her lips. She sighed in content as she shut up. “Oh how I’ve missed this.” She said. “I’m okay. Really. They didn’t bring me back. Mal’s back on the island and we’re here to bring her back.”

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prompts by a pair of awesome anons: can you make a soulmate!AU? // can you write a ficlet where dean/cas can’t see in color until they meet the other person?

read it here on AO3 (recommended if you’re on mobile)

It was raining heavily in the darkest hours of the night. Dean Winchester turned up his coat collar against the downpour and sent a quick glance up and down the wide, deserted street, before ducking into a smaller and grimier alley.

People were loitering in doorways, wearing coloured sashes over their clothes. Their whispers as Dean passed by seemed to mimic the steady patter of the rain on the cracked cement pavement. Dean hesitated, then approached a tall, auburn-haired woman glaring at him from her perch on a rickety wooden chair.

“You see red?” she snapped at him, irate, as he ducked under the cover of her porch. Above where the woman was sitting, there was a metal sign which said Naomi’s Place in rusting red letters. Beneath that was a dimly lit oil painting of a forest, mud-splattered and cracked.

“Lower spectrum, up to yellow,” Dean confirmed. He looked the woman over; her skin was smooth, her clothing neat and formal. Her eyes looked grey to Dean; he wondered if they were green, as he’d been told his own were. He looked down at the woman’s sash, which was also washed clean of colour to Dean’s eyes.

“You see blue?” he asked hopefully. The woman, Naomi, shook her head.

“Green,” she said. Dean shrugged. Blues were pretty rare; he hadn’t really expected to find one working here.

“I’ve only got thirty dollars,” he said, twisting the bills in his gloved hands.

Naomi pursed her lips.

“That will only be good for thirty seconds. One fingertip only,” she cautioned, and Dean nodded, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat. He hated this, hated it utterly, but could not keep away. He handed over his payment, and slid his white glove off his left hand. Naomi reached out one finger, and Dean paused before touching the tip of his index finger to hers. He closed his eyes, allowed the shudder of unfamiliar contact to pass. When he opened them, he looked straight at the oil painting behind Naomi.

As he watched, the grey of the trees in the scene started to change. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, light strands of green started to bleed into the leaves; as Dean watched rapturously, they became more and more vibrant, until the whole forest was glowing like an emerald held up to the setting sun – a little dark, but green, definitely green, and so completely beautiful that it took Dean’s breath away –

“That’s all you get,” Naomi said, pulling back. Dean lifted his hand up to his eyes, ostensibly to rub away the slight afterglow that sharing colours often left. If Naomi noticed that his fingers came away wet, she didn’t comment on it.

“Thank you,” Dean said, pulling his glove back on. Naomi nodded curtly, and Dean turned away, disappeared into the rainwashed night.

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anonymous asked:

Joining our Rescue Crew to help with anything you can until you hear soft words coming from somewhere. Slowly walking closer to the noise while the others go to help someone. Finding two kids, one unhurt the other scratched and bruised but nothing serious, kneeling in front of them and pulling out a medkit. Gently pulling both of them to a secluded place to patch the younger one up, when the rest of the team comes back. Chase carrying the kids to a safe zone and promising to come back for them.

The rescue team would have batman or superman or wonderwoman type bandages to help make the kids feel better. Telling them how brave they were for standing up against bad people. But they’d still scold them a little for not running straight away.

Chase would always have a small bag of teddy bears to give to the kids so they’re not alone in the safe place.

Hey look…here’s more art for our Star Wars campaign! Edge of the Empire has a feature called “Obligation” which represents a debt a character owes, or a force which drives their life. This is the third in a series of four drawings depicting the Obligations of the player characters.

Lok’s Obligation is Collateral Accountability. Before he joined our crew, he worked as a member of a security force on a frontier planet. He was pretty popular among his comrades because of his willingness to take on risky missions and put his own safety on the line to protect his men. During his time there, a war broke out among the local gangs, and his entire unit was ambushed during a routine sweep one night. The situation was dire, and Lok was forced to take drastic measures to save his friends. He set fire to a nearby gas-line to cover their escape…but it caused an enormous explosion and firestorm that took out several city blocks and crippled nearby factories. Lok’s comrades made it out alive, but the fallout from the disaster was massive. Lok took responsibility for the “stray shot” and resigned his post, effectively ending his career. Unfortunately, someone lost a lot in that explosion, and now they’re gunning for him…


I went down to Georgia/Alabama over the weekend to try my hand (for the second time) at the Chief Ladiga/Silver Comet Skate Challenge. The race is 188 miles over 3 days - 38 miles day 1, 56 day 2, and 94 day 3. It spans 2 states, 7 counties, 188 miles and the motto is “Blood, Sweat and Stoke.”

Last year I was the only girl competitor and walked off with first place. I had a total time of 20 hours and 22 minutes in 2016. This time I faired much better, but faced off against a super talented woman I have raced before. I hold my name in toughness and endurance, where she carries the torch in speed.

When I first skated this course, it was the toughest thing I had ever done. The course is undeniably challenging. There are stretches of uphills that seem to never end, downhills you can hit 45mph on if you aren’t careful, poor pavement sections, remote areas, crazy hot heat, and deathly humidity obstacles to overcome. Not to mention the other dangers of actually being in the dirty, remote South - including snakes and wildlife, insects, and of course: people.

Since that day, I went on to take on greater challenges of my own. I did 138 miles in a single day (14 hours) from Boston, MA to Provincetown, MA. To date, that is the single hardest course I’ve ever faced. I also did Milford, MA to Satan’s Kingdom, MA which shared a border with Vermont, totaling 100 miles. That course was equally tough and took almost 16 hours. Those two tests alone trained me better than anything else, and taught me perseverance and strength I assumed I already had.

I also went on to do 215 miles in 24 hours at the 2017 Ultraskate. I achieved 2nd place, lining me up for the world record in 2018. Though second place in the Ultraskate and a few other races truly broke my spirit, I was excited to get back into distance skateboarding to return to Georgia for this race. I’ve never gotten first place minus this race last year where I had no competition. I truly decided I was never doing distance again until at the last second I signed up.

Going into the 188 miles, I was unprepared. I did a 25 mile skate the week before and though I kept a great pace, I was sore for days up until the event. I had no idea if I was even going to make it through day 1. Though I knew my rival was going, I told myself I would give it my best and wouldn’t put too much thought into competing.

Of course, because we are rivals (we have battled over and over again - she has overtaken me more times than I have to her), the minute we saw each other things got tense. It was like all at once we up and decided we were going to go balls to the wall against each other. We both thought we could beat the other. I went to bed that night truthfully amping myself up, even though my body wasn’t anywhere near ready.

As soon as we got off the starting line, it was chaos. Back and forth we went for the first three miles until all of a sudden I felt a huge resistance in my board. My torsion tail - the zero degree mechanism I use in place of a rear truck, malfunctioned and my wheel started dragging against it. I pushed and pushed until I couldn’t pace with her anymore. She dropped me like a hot piece of toast waiting to be buttered and disappeared into the unforgiving woods of Georgia. Struggling, I told myself, “You can just stop. You’re obviously not ready and never had a chance.” I didn’t even know my board malfunctioned. I literally dragged one non-turning wheel for 20 miles until the first checkpoint. When I got there, I realized I wasn’t in last place like I had thought. I inspected my setup and noticed the flaw. Unable to do anything about it, I said, “Fuck it” and dragged the wheel the remaining 18 miles to the day 1 finish. I was upset. Knowing that something completely avoidable stood in the way of me standing a chance broke my soul.

I went to bed that night telling myself, “I’ll just chill. I didn’t come to compete anyways.” I just wanted to reignite the flame for long distance pushing - the thing that put my name on the block, gave me confidence, and pushed me through the last 3 years of transitioning my gender. Of course, I was apathetic. I wanted to win. Who doesn’t see the stars and want to touch them?

The next day was 56 miles. I knew the 56 miles well. Last year it took me far too long to finish. I cried towards the end and nearly gave up somewhere in the Taladega forest. I was less than excited for day 2. When we got off the starting line, I did my usual move of pushing ahead of the lead pack so I wouldn’t get caught in a scrum. However, they were all prepared way better than I, so I ended up sticking with them for most of it- except for the downhills. 

Over the last year I have spent and enormous amount of time doing downhill skateboarding. Racing, freeriding, traveling the country, you name it. I’ve hit every major race hill in my area and then some. I’ve skated with the best and taught skills to the newbies. I was able to translate these skills, something I didn’t have last year, into a vice for day 2. Right after the cemetery is a huge drop, which pumped me ahead of people by a quarter mile. It was on and off downhill/uphill for a solid 8 miles, and by the end of it my competition was still climbing up and butt boarding down while I moved on.

She disappeared behind me, but I put in an even greater effort to widen the gap. I put my heart and soul into making it to the next hill section. When I got there, I sprinted up the hills, and launched myself down like no tomorrow. Everyone warned us - STAY ALERT! BE CAREFUL! and I did not heed the warning. There was one specific hill I ran out of juice on. I walked up, but I don’t have a great walking speed. This gave her an opportunity to see me, which lit the firre for her to catch me. I could hear her laugh, far off, but not far enough. Caution went to the wind as I hit 42mph down one hill and blasted a chicane notorious for taking skaters out of the race. I did it confidently, and to the best of my ability. By the time it was over, she was nowhere in sight.

I didn’t see her again for almost another 10-20 miles. The gap between was so wide I didn’t think I had to go full force. I paced myself as I went up a particular 6 mile stretch of uphill on brushed concrete, saving my energy for the long pump down after. However, when I got to the very top, right at the Alabama state line, there she was. Full speed ahead, like she was there all along. My spirit was stomped on in that instant. 

She slowed down when she got to me. We rode for 8 miles together talking like we were best friends. I was out of power - I hadn’t been drinking any water or taking my supplements all the way because I was too focused on everything else. My one track mind was the root cause of slowing me down. Eventually there was a silence between us, and she up and disappeared on me. I knew I would never see her again. I already decided when she caught up to me that I was out of tricks. There were no more downhills, and I didn’t have it in me to battle to the finish no matter how much I tell myself that I did.

When I got to the final checkpoint before the last 16.5 miles, I breaked. I took a seat and soaked my head with water and chatted with other skaters who stopped. They told me she passed through without even looking up, like the race just started. I was buried. By then, I was already over it. When you skate long enough you tend to ignore your feelings, it’s hard to focus on one thing when there’s an entire brain’s worth of things to think about. I knew she had me. Between the time split of day 1 and however she did day 2, the race was already over.

I pushed through the rest of the course, reaching the end of the trail with a friend. I paced him, as he was truly hurting. There was one moment where he almost fell off his board and said, “If I go down, I’m not getting back up. I will wait here until they come and get me.” I made sure that I wasn’t going to leave him. I probably had it in me to do the last 10 miles at a much faster pace, but enjoying the beauty of it all was so much more important. We finished together, both of us tired, him much more than I. I was ready for day 3. I didn’t care about the competition anymore, I just wanted to beat my personal record of last year and I was way ahead of my target despite everything. I just needed to stay on pace.

Day 3 came and there was a moment where I saw how she was talking and skating in the beginning and I thought to myself, “I’m so much better off than that. What if I just give it my all for the next 94 miles?” I pushed ahead and pushed and pushed. She was behind me for a portion of it, but every time I was in sight she got red as the devil’s ass and fought for her life to at least catch up. When she did catch up in one particular section, we chatted again. We talked about our rivalry, our lives, the race, boys and love, and anything in between. We didn’t hate each other, and we could actually be great friends, but we also cherished the rivalry. How great is it to have someone to set your sights on? Without that passion, what brings you to a race?

We paced and paced for miles. As we looked back we noticed we were actually going pretty fast and loving every second of it. Having a friend made us do better. Everything hurt less when you shared it with a pal. We kept going until we paid attention to the fact that we knew every inch of the course. We used it to our advantage and decided to start drafting each other to reduce wind resistance in certain lengths. Another duo came up behind us and we had them join in with us. One dropped out, but the other held the draft train with us. It was nice being able to comfortably swap with each other and really power through the sections we may not have done so well on alone.

As we sped up and saved energy, we caught up to another group. We had them join us to, increasing our crew size to 5. That was the best time during the whole trip. We got through a super difficult section before the Georgia line and then it was easy to keep the draft and just chat between all of us, holding pace.

That lasted until “Trash Mountain,” the area where I made significant gains the day before. When we got there, nobody walked up the hills at the same pace. Nobody went down the hills at the same pace. Plus, did I mention it was raining the entire time? Now we weren’t able to split here, which, if I wanted to, could have put me in a very different place. We relied on each other to inform the rest whether or not puddles were too deep to skate through, or if sections were too slippery to grip a turn. Everything became about teamwork and we all benefitted in saving energy. The best part was that with saving energy, I had time to pay attention to my nutrition, and my intake was significantly better than the day before. 

We lost two people who couldn’t keep up with the rest of us on the hills. We all silently agreed that if anyone fell back, there was no waiting. You either stuck with us or you got left behind. My rival and I were the ones who started the group and we maintained it the whole way. We were the strongest ones in it and essentially everyone else was either just taking advantage of it or we were using them. As we got to the next checkpoint, my rival and I announced that we were not stopping for any reason. The others had already stopped, anticipating a break, but they had to make a choice whether they wanted to keep up or not. Some did not.

The next part of the trail was a mix of flat, uphill and downhill. We didn’t draft, but we kept a great pace. That was when we decided we were going to finish holding hands. We got this far - nearly halfway, and realized we might not already be there if not for each other. The last remaining member of the crew who wasn’t her also stated he was in it til the end. 

We never stopped. Even through one particularly wet spot where I took a major fall onto the concrete in the red sand, I got right back up and led the train. I took it very seriously when we said you could get left behind if you stopped. They sort of stopped when I went down. It was truly like being a part of a team. My fall must have looked awful from their point of view. I full out Superman-ed to the ground after slipping out and started bleeding from everywhere. Nothing could stop me.

We soared through another checkpoint - only 38 miles to go. We were beyond halfway and fully in love with our progress. We needed each other for the next part. It was the infamous 8 mile uphill stretch to the tunnel. The tunnel is a notorious waypoint that signifies you are there - you are almost home. It ends the last grueling part and makes headway for the remaining 30 miles. 

We had a 3 person draft train chugging along. You could see the defeat in us. We said we would swap every 1 mile, but sometimes they did less than that, and sometimes we did more. When it was over, we let a huge sigh of relief out. However, it was short lived. We made it to final checkpoint, and I said, “Last chance, are we stopping or going?” and they both said, “Going.” There was no sense in prolonging the pain. We were 174 miles into this thing, why stop then?

We didn’t say a single word to one another for the next 13 miles. The pavement changed at mile 13, and still, other than a notice of an incoming cyclist or a patchy cement section, we were silent. We didn’t even cheer when the pavement switched from brushed concrete to nice pavement. I ran out of supplements at mile 35, and water at mile 15. I ate my last two energy gummies, and they did nothing. We shared energy chews, but that was more of a refreshing snack than a nutritional benefit. I thought that I had sweat out all my sodium, so I snacked on beef jerky until it got caught in my teeth. The pain in my feet, the soaking of the sweat, the tirelessness of my legs, and then I added to it with a chunk of beef stuck in my teeth. I was so beyond angry trying to scrape it out and skate at the same time. I had to focus on something else. I started singing, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” which made me feel like a completely crazy person.

At mile 7, a volunteer for the course met up with us and told us we were on pace to finish in less than 9.5 hours total if we did the last three miles in 22 minutes. Suddenly it was like my teammate and rival wanted to get to the finish before me. I pushed and pushed through everything. I made sure not to go faster than her even if I thought I could - I so desperately wanted to finish with her. Though it may have looked that way to me, it didn’t matter. We pushed through the tantalizing ending of the trail holding hands, raised to the sky, with the biggest smiles on our faces. At mile 50 I told her I was going to give her the biggest hug when we finished. And I did.

I crushed my last year’s time by a lot. I finished with my competition hand-in-hand. And I walked out of it all with a 2nd place trophy to testify to it all. Though I told myself if I lost I would never race LDP again, I didn’t even have that thought anywhere near my airspace. I can’t fucking wait to do it again.