The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning: Chapter contains sexual content that lacks consent.

I had never thought of an ending to my life as cold. I had never pictured one so stained with hatred - not for others but myself. Deep rooted hatred laid awake within me, the seed of despair beginning to bloom into an issue that over came me. I used to believe that I would die peacefully in a sense, whether it’s brutal or not I would undoubtedly rest. But now that perspective has been flipped up on its head.

Hope had swelled in my heart, a hope that I had finally obtained affection driven towards me. A hope that I was desired, a hope that I held a fragment of importance in a certain someone’s life. But his words had crushed this hope into tiny scattered petals, ones that held burn marks and scars from the scissors he held to cut my heart into pieces. I was wilting under his touch, and instead of helping he grew disgusted and dropped me.

And so the flower was carried by the wind, the wind that held it in its hurdling clutches. The wind was in love with the flame, so it selfishly offered the flower as a gift. And so the petals caught aflame, turning to dust - unable to carry any shame. As it wilted and crumbled it caught the smile of the wind and the glance of the flame, and gracelessly it rose to death.

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Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

Request here

So a LOT happened tonight.

Highlights from the D&D Session:

  • Moonflower found a Beckoning Bell that can be rung to summon a Wizard once a day, known as the Taako Bell.
  • The party is now in posession of The Dutchess’s Lusty Blade - (+2 to attacks, 2d6+2 slashing damage)  A sword imbued with the soul of a lesbian. The sword is impossibly heavy, but a person whom identifies as a woman and is attracted to other women is able to wield it with ease. The sword is sentient, capable of speech, and will reciprocate any advances the wielder makes on it. However, the sword is easily infatuated, and gains disadvantage on any attack rolls made against a non-hostile female humanoid.
  • The party bought a fuck ton of weed and smoked the weed that made them see into events that may or may not be true.
  • They met a Gearforged who had become very protective of cats, as well as a woman whom turned out to be the Grim Reaper.
  • They fought a mimic named Griffin that tried to vore Hawke, and was killed by weed.
  • They went into some catacombs which turned out to be more of a Haunted-Mansion type attraction, with Skelly the Skeleton Host.
  • Hawke took 7 total damage from doing dumb shit, such as slipping and falling on his jaw when trying to flirt with the aforementioned Robot, and then getting punched by a party member after getting angry for being rejected because the Gearforged was a lesbian.
  • They beat up some guards, had a wizard erase their memories, said that they got their wounds from helping them fight off bandits, and then managed to con them into paying them for them.

something i think about a lot is that time some letplayer tried to do a survival mode playthrough of fallout 4 without dying once but he accidentally made preston garvey hostile and he was unkillable because he’s an essential character so he would just constantly be following the sole survivor the whole game “it follows” style

eastaustraliancurrent  asked:

Cherik for either prompt 9 or 11 please!


Charles was in his study, grading papers when he got the call. “He’s at it again, Prof.” Charles sighed, resigning himself to the loss of his evening plans. 

“I’ll be there in twenty, thank you.”

As Charles wheeled into the bar, he was greeted by raucous cheers from the regulars. Erik was standing on On the center of the bar surrounded by floating knives, forks and other assorted metal objects. He was holding a man up by his collar and yelling at him in german.

The bartender spotted Charles and smiled gratefully. He looked a little manic and desperate and Charles was hit with a vivid flashback to his younger self shortly after meeting Erik. He tended to have that effect on people. “Thank fuck you’re here, that daft bastard’s gonna kill us all.” “Good evening to you as well Stephen, I’ll take an ale.” “Too right, you’ll need it to deal with this shite. Tell em he can kill the fucker for all I care but I’m closing his tab.” “Fair enough.”

He wheeled closer to Erik, pushing drunk people out of his path with a subtle mental nudge.

Erik appeared to have acquired a rapier and was now threatening the poor man who couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Charles  yelled to get his attention but couldn’t be heard over the customers.

He knew better than to try and get in Erik’s head when he was like this - alcohol made his mind a very hostile place - and settled for getting in the mind of the person closest to him. The man he was about to stab.

“Darling-” said the man now under his control. “ if you could put down the sword for a moment, I’d like to speak with you. Preferably before you kill someone.”

Erik squinted in confusion to hear his lover’s voice coming out of the man and turned around. His whole face lit up. “Schatz!!” He waved at Charles with the rapier.

Charles smiled indulgently. “Hello dear.”

No matter how many times Erik smiled at him, it never failed to fill Charles with wonder and delight. To be trusted, to be loved by such a man was truly an honor.


It was an honor most of the time. 




While the colonies of New France and British America were warring in the French and Indian War (1754–63 CE), a young Mohawk Native named Thayendangea or Joseph Brant began his rise from obscurity. During this war Joseph Brant, still in his early teens, was involved in conflicts at Fort Niagara and Lake George.

This being the first action at which I was present I was seized with such a tremor when the firing began that I was obliged to take hold of a small sapling to steady myself; but after the discharge of a few volleys, I recovered the use of my limbs and the composure of my mind so as to support the character of a brave man, of which I was especially ambitious.” – Joseph Brant, around the age of 12.

^ French (blue) and British territories (red) c.1750 CE.

There was an influential, rich and Native-friendly man named William Johnson who was a Freemason Charter Master, the Superintendent of Northern Indian Affairs and was Joseph Brant’s brother-in-law. This youth had potential, believing so, William Johnson sent him to Eleazar Wheelock’s “Moor’s Indian Charity School” in Lebanon, Connecticut (a predecessor of the famed Dartmouth College) where he was given a Christian education and converted to the Anglican church. Joseph Brant was also known for acting as a translator and aiding Anglican Reverend John Stuart in translating Christian works into Mohawk. 

After William Johnson’s death Joseph Brant visited London alongside Guy Johnson (William Johnson’s nephew and son-in-law) in 1755 with the intent of negotiating a deal. If the Iroquois Confederacy were given a tract of land in Quebec, Canada, then the Iroquois Confederacy would aid the British in the American Revolutionary War (1775-83). While there Joseph Brant was enrolled as a Freemason and given a ritual apron, he was the first native American to be accepted as a mason.

^ Portrait of Joseph Brant. Brant was visiting England with Guy Johnson at age 33 or 34 when Romney painted him in his London studio.

There are some mentions of Joseph Brant sparing the lives of fellow Freemasons despite them being on the side of the Patriots. One such occurrence mentioned was one following the Battle of the Cedars (May 18–27, 1776) in which the American POWs were about to be executed but a captain named John McKinstry, who was a member of the Hudson Lodge No.13 of New York, recalled that Joseph Brant was a Freemason. Captain John McKinstry gave Joseph Brant a ‘Masonic sign of appeal’ in the hopes of being saved from his fate of being burned at the stake; the two became and remained friends from that point on. In 1779 this is again repeated as a Patriot scout by the name of Lt. Boyd was ambushed along with Private Parker and taken captive, Lt. Boyd asked to speak to Joseph Brant himself and gave him the ‘Masonic sign of appeal’. Joseph Brant assured them their freedom and safety but in his absence Colonel Butler had them interrogated, tortured and then beheaded.


Battle of Long Island August 27, 1776

George Washington understood that the New York Harbor would be an advantageous place for the British to use as a naval base, because of its significant location, he thought it to be the next likely point that the British would attack so he brought the Continental Army to defend it. This was the largest battle of the American Revolutionary War, with about ten thousand on the side of the Continental Patriots and twenty thousand on that of the British in Long Island. The British decided to use their center and right forces to both assault and distract the front while a large force was sent to assault the weak American left flank. Joseph Brant is believed to have been involved with the aforementioned, flanking maneuver.

The Fracturing Of the Iroquoian Confederacy (Mohawk, Seneca, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga and Tuscarora)

During the American Revolutionary War all sides, “Whites” and Natives alike, wished to keep the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois Confederacy) neutral but in time the “whites” on both sides were desperate to win over the neighboring tribes to their cause. The Haudenosaunee were confused as they were allied with the British which were now two factions, the British Loyalists and the Continentals Patriots, which should they back? The Haudenosaunee began to fracture; the nations and tribes that were once unified were now divided between the two warring powers. 

The settlers had long opposed the British by continuing to trespass on and settle in Native American territories. Many of the Haudenosaunee (Iroquoian Confederacy) that favored the British did so because they feared, rightfully, that without the British to hold back the settlers the frontier would be swarming with settlers in much larger scale. Joseph Brant was able to gather four of the six Haudenosaunee nations together, the conference took place at Irondequoit on the 13th of July 1777, and here the Haudenosaunee were showered with gifts of rum and other provisions. 

^ Joseph Brant, painted in London by Gilbert Stuart in 1786.

Despite Seneca (Iroquois) leaders like Guyasuta and Cornplanter wishing to continue their policy of neutrality, the majority of the other Haudenosaunee (Mohawk, Onondaga, Cayuga) voted to side with the British – because of this the Seneca respected their decision and followed suit. Only the Oneida and Tuscarora refused to join the council and instead sided with the rebels, since they had long lived beside them they had grown accustomed to the colonists. There was also a Presbyterian missionary named Samuel Kirkland who baptized and educated the Oneida and Tuscarora, with the outbreak of war he swayed them over to the side of the American revolutionaries.

St. Leger’s Expedition: Siege of Fort Stanwix and Battle of Oriskany (August 1777)

The British planned a three-pronged offensive aimed at crippling any chance for the Patriots (Continental rebels) to invade Canada while also separating New England and the middle colonies. Since George Washington’s army was so limited he would then be forced to choose which to defend or to divide up his forces. One of these prongs was an expedition led by Barry St. Leger. While the British were laying siege to Fort Stanwix, Molly Brant sent word to Joseph Brant that a Patriot militia of 800 men from Fort Dayton in New York along with sixty Iroquoian Oneida warriors marched westward toward Fort Stanwix seeking to relieve the besieged fort and get revenge for the slaying of an innocent woman named Jane McCrea.

^ Treetop Advantage by Doug Hall.

Subsequently Barry St. Leger sent Joseph Brant and John Johnson to cut the Patriot reinforcements off. With Joseph Brant was his newly formed ranger corps called ‘Brant’s Volunteers’ which were made up of about 20% Loyalist Natives and 80% white Loyalist New Yorkers of English, Irish and Scottish descent. The Loyalists set an ambush about six miles from Fort Stanwix, near the Oneida village of Oriskany (Battle of Oriskany). In this dark ravine they laid in wait, deciding to assault the Patriot militia once they were surrounded but the British-allied Natives were too impatient and excited so they chose to leap out from behind the cover of foliage and assault the Patriot rebels. The Patriots at the rear fled and were then pursued by Joseph Brant and his Mohawk allies, armed with tomahawks and spears. After the initial clash, the conflict slowed in pace as both sides engaged in close combat or fired at each other from behind the cover of trees.

This was truly a battle where brother fought brother, sons and fathers clashed; as the Iroquoian Mohawks and Oneidas fought for each side respectively, as well as many “whites” – with many on both sides knowing their “enemies” personally. The leader of the Patriot (rebel) force was General Nicholas Herkimer, during the conflict his horse was shot and his leg was wounded, despite his injuries he sat beneath a tree and smoked his pipe while continuing to issue commands and orders –after the battle he would later die from complications after a leg amputation. 

Though the British (Loyalists) inflicted far more casualties on the Patriots (rebels), the latter still held the field and after hearing of a skirmish by Fort Stanwix, the British (Loyalists) fell back. Most of the losses on the British side were that of the allied Native Mohawks and Senecas so in revenge these Natives slaughtered as many prisoners as they could and even retaliated against an Oneida village, which would eventually strike back by burning Mohawk villages. This conflict also marked a shift within the Iroquois Confederacy as the pact made long ago to half hostilities amongst brethren had been tarnished.

^ Herkimer at the Battle of Oriskany by F. C. Yohn.

All hope for the fate of Fort Stanwix seemed lost, but Patriot (rebel) General Benedict Arnold came up with a strategy to turn the tide. General Benedict Arnold led a small Patriot (rebel) force towards Fort Stanwix while turning a British soldier into his spy by holding his brother hostage. This spy, named Han Jost Schuyler, was to sow doubt and fear into the British besiegers by warning them of a massive Patriot reinforcement which sought to engage them in battle personally. The ploy worked as many of the British-allied Natives deserted, being that the Iroquois made up at least half of the British force, their loss prevented any chance for succeeding to take Fort Stanwix. 

The remaining British and Loyalist forces retreated in haste, leaving their camp supplies made up of money, clothing, tents, provisions, hospital supplies and private papers. Joseph Brant and Molly Brant both headed to the Onondaga Council seeking to sway the others into siding with the British and separating the Oneida from the rebels (Patriots). The Six Nations sent out wampum belts as far west as Detroit in the hopes of winning the assistance of the western tribes; the Iroquoian Mingoes and Algonquian Shawnees, whom were already dissatisfied with the “white” settlers, began raiding Kentucky.

^ Lost Documents by Robert Griffing.

Battle of Cobleskill (Massacre) – May 30, 1778

Joseph Brant led a force near to the settlement of Cobleskill (New York), there a small portion of said force made themselves visible in order to lure the local militia into pursuing them. This ruse worked and after being pursued for about a mile, Joseph Brant set off the trap, killing about half the militia force. They then raided the settlement and its crops while also massacring the inhabitants. Joseph Brant prevented his Native allies from slaughtering five settlers by taking them captive and allowing them to choose whether they would like to become adopted into the Natives or be taken to the British (Loyalist) held Fort Niagara instead, they chose the latter.

Battle of the Wyoming Valley (Wyoming Massacre): July 3, 1778

A Seneca war-chief named Sayenqueraghta Old Smoke, earlier mentioned as being involved in the Battle of Fort Niagara and the Battle of La Belle-Famille; the taking of forts Venango, Le Boeuf, and Presque Isle; as well as the ‘Devil’s Hole Massacre’; planned to retaliate against Wyoming, in his cause he was joined by Cornplanter and Major John Butler alongside “Butler’s Rangers”. After taking two forts and setting them ablaze, the militia in ‘Forty Fort’ rushed toward the direction of the British (Loyalist) and the smoke that rose from their allied forts. In their haste they fell into an ambush the British had laid, much like the Battle of Oriskany, the Natives couldn’t wait for the enemy to be surrounded as they sprang up from their prone position to attack them despite them being 30 yards away. 

^ Ensign Downing’s Escape - Battle of Wyoming (July 3, 1778).

Nevertheless, the ambush was successful as the militia was wedged between the British (Loyalist) and the Seneca, leading to a complete rout in which more than two hundred Patriots were killed. ‘Forty Fort’ surrendered and Major John Butler signed an agreement with them assuring them of their safety but once he left the Natives, whom were still upset over their losses at Fort Stanwix and Oriskany, completely plundered the Wyoming Valley; destroying over a thousand settlements and farms, burning crops, killing or driving away cattle and massacring the settlers.

^ Depiction of the battle by Alonzo Chappel, 1858. 

Joseph Brant was not present in the Wyoming expedition as he was still attempting to rally Natives and “whites” to his cause but he would nevertheless be blamed for almost every British-allied Native conflict, “crime” and atrocity that occurred, even for those in which he wasn’t present. Almost every band of British-allied Natives that were seen were thought to be led by Joseph Brant, a man seemingly present in several locations at once. He became sort of a bogeyman, with the Patriots (rebels) spreading propaganda which framed him as a bloodthirsty savage referred to as “Monster Brant”.


Chief Joseph Brant, who was in dire need of provisions such as cattle and crops, led raids (July, 1778) against the settlements of Springfield and Andrewstown (Jordanville). Casualties were low, with only eight being killed and fourteen being taken captive (two elderly men were set free) in both settlements. Joseph Brant saved many women and children from being harmed by his fellow Native brethren. Joseph Brant was known for being against harming women and children. Joseph Brant’s next target were the ‘German Flatts’, arriving on the seventeenth of September (1778 CE), Joseph’s raiding party destroyed their homes and barns, killing three; yet another raid was led against Peenapack.

The last raid that was launched (November 11, 1778 CE) before winter fell was one against Cherry Valley, New York. An Oneida spying for the Patriots (rebels) warned his allies of this proposed expedition but they had warned them before and nothing came of it, it seemed that once again the Oneida were crying wolf and this supposed threat seemed unlikely as winter was coming. Nevertheless the expedition neared its target location, with Joseph Brant being stripped of almost all of his Natives and overall command as a young man named Walter Butler had threatened and bribed them into following him instead. 

Unbeknownst to Walter Butler, the Iroquoian Seneca were angry and vengeful after learning of the Patriots destroyed their settlements of Tioga and Oquaqa. The young and inexperienced Walter Butler was unable to control the Iroquoian Seneca as they massacred or captured men, women and children – despite Joseph Brant’s attempts to save the innocent and unarmed. Even those who were Loyalists or friends of Joseph Brant (the Wells family) were slaughtered. So troubled was he that instead of returning to Fort Niagara with Walter Butler, Joseph Brant left the party and returned to the Mohawks for some time.

^ Cherry Valley massacre, the fate of Jane Wells, one of thirty non-combatants killed during the massacre.

Sometime later (1779 CE) as Joseph Brant and company traveled to Quebec, where General Haldimand had summoned them to, the General thought over how much of a great support Joseph Brant had been to the British cause, all the while receiving little economic support from them, and how virtually every important British officer praised both his character and ability. While there British general General Haldimand awarded Chief Joseph Brant the office of ‘Captain of the Northern Confederated Indians’; he was also given a commission equal to a white captain and even a pension after the war’s end.

Sullivan-Clinton Expedition, “The Winter of the Deep Snow”

The massacres at Wyoming and Cherry Valley led to a massive surge of refugees fleeing from the frontier. These atrocities however unified many behind the Patriot (rebel) cause. The Patriots were now cornered into either surrendering or into launching an assault against the Natives, by taking the offensive and assaulting the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois Confederacy) at their very homelands they would be able to cripple the main power strengthening the British (Loyalists). The following summer George Washington organized a military campaign led by Major General John Sullivan and Brigadier General James Clinton, this Sullivan-Clinton Expedition was aimed at:

The Expedition you are appointed to command is to be directed against the hostile tribes of the Six Nations of Indians, with their associates and adherents. The immediate objects are the total destruction and devastation of their settlements, and the capture of as many prisoners of every age and sex as possible. It will be essential to ruin their crops now in the ground and prevent their planting more. 

I would recommend, that some post in the center of the Indian Country, should be occupied with all expedition, with a sufficient quantity of provisions whence parties should be detached to lay waste all the settlements around, with instructions to do it in the most effectual manner, that the country may not be merely overrun, but destroyed. But you will not by any means listen to any overture of peace before the total ruinment of their settlements is effected. Our future security will be in their inability to injure us and in the terror with which the severity of the chastisement they receive will inspire them.” – George Washington to John Sullivan: May 31, 1779.

This plan was effectively enacted, the Patriot forces destroyed as many as forty Iroquoian settlements and stored crops which lead to large-scale deaths to starvation and the elements (freezing to death) the following winter as well as refugees seeking shelter. 

I am well persuaded that, except one town situated near the Allegana, about 50 miles from the Chinessee, there is not a single town left in the country of the Five nations.” – John Sullivan to Congress.

A little known fact is that George Washington was referred to as Conotocarious (“Town Destroyer”), and would even refer to himself by that same name.

Recommend me kindly to our good friend Monacatootha (a leader of the Iroquoian Oneida), and others; tell them how happy it would make Conocotarious to have an opportunity of taking them by the hand at Fort Cumberland, and how glad he would be to treat them as brothers of our Great King beyond the waters.” – George Washington to Andrew Montour, 1755.

The name first appeared in reference to George Washington’s great-grandfather named John Washington but when Seneca leader Half-King Tanacharison met a young George Washington in 1753 he also gave him that name, eerily foreshadowing the future. Over two decades later, Seneca chief Cornplanter recalls the Sullivan-Clinton Expedition, its effects and George Washington.

When your army entered the country of the Six Nations, we called you Town Destroyer: and to this day when that name is heard, our women look behind them and turn pale, and our children cling close to the necks of their mothers,“ – Seneca chief, Cornplanter.

^ Joseph Brant by Charles Willson Peale (1797).

In the early months of 1780 CE Joseph Brant began a series of successful retaliatory raids against the rebel colonists and their Iroquoian allies until being decisively defeated at the Battle of Klock’s Field (October 19, 1780 CE). Eventually Brant’s expeditions petered off as the British were nearing peace terms with the rebels colonists, concluding with the Treaty of Paris (1783 CE). With Native lands now given by the British to the Americans, the Natives were embittered. Joseph Brant traveled westward were he aided in the creation of a ‘Western Confederacy’ which consisted of many Natives from different nations or tribes like the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois Confederacy), the Wabash Confederacy (Wea, Piankashaw, Kickapoos, Mascoutens, etc.), the Council of Three Fires (Ottawa, Potawatomi, and Ojibwe) and the Illinois Confederation – among many others.

^ 1830′s lithograph based on the last portrait of Brant, an 1806 oil on canvas painting by Ezra Ames.

Joseph spent the rest of his life either allying the Natives against future American encroachments while also buying land back from the ‘whites’ for his Native brethren. At the age of sixty-four he passed away (November 24, 1807 CE): a Mohawk Native born in a difficult time where his people were trapped between more powerful and advanced world powers. Joseph Brant or Thayendangea (“places two bets”), was a sort of prodigy caught between two worlds: the old world of the Natives and the newer one the ‘whites’ brought. He was the first Native American to be invited into the Freemason order and was also one of the few Natives to visit Paris, France and London, England. He rose from obscurity, a relatively unknown Native American who was taught in white schools, invited into the Freemason order and rose in the ranks by means of his bravery, loyalty, skill, honesty, integrity, respect and honor. As he did in life, even his last words reflected his hope for a future for his Native brethren.

Have pity on the poor Indians. If you have any influence with the great, endeavor to use it for their good.

If there are any errors please privately inbox me so I can update it. As always, if you’d like to read or learn about any specific historical subjects just let me know what they are and I will take note of them.


  • THE COUNCIL OF THREE FIRES AND THE PONTIAC-GUYASUTA UPRISING – This post covers some of the history, culture and religion of the Native American inhabitants of the Great Lakes region of North America, focusing on the Pontiac-Guyasuta Uprising and the Council of Three Fires (the Ottawa, Ojibwe and the Potawatomi); the peace-pipe, the Delaware prophetsRogers’ Rangers, the sport that inspired lacrosse, and some Native battle tactics
  • THE IROQUOIS CONFEDERACY: THE “SAVAGE” EMPIRE – The origins of the Iroquois Confederacy, the early wars they were involved in, the effects that disease epidemics incurred upon them, the Iroquoian cultural use of torture, scalping, and cannibalism, the tomahawk and its symbolism (bury the hatchet), as well as the taking of captives during mourning wars and adopting them in order to replace lost tribal members. 
  • THE IROQUOIS CONFEDERACY: THE RED ROMANS AND THE RED COATS – This post covers the religious beliefs of the Iroquois Confederacy, their origin story, their belief in duality (like yin and yang), their secretive and mysterious masked societies, and their involvement in the conflicts between their two great colonial neighbors (New France and the New England) like the famed French and Indian War. I’ll also speak of their involvement in the American Revolutionary War. It is believed that without the aid of the Iroquois Confederacy, North America would now be speaking French instead of English and that France would’ve held a massive portion of the eastern half of North America, leaving a massive battlefield for the French and Spanish to battle over.

anonymous asked:

When Ruffnut started yelling at Astrid and saying Astrid had no respect for her, Tuff, Snotlout, or Fishlegs; do you think what Ruff said was true? Do you think Astrid really has respect towards the Twins, Snotlout and Fishlegs?

Though these two questions are slightly different, since they’re on the same topic, I’m going to tackle them together! In this response, I’ll begin with first summarizing the positions and context of the conflict between Ruffnut and Astrid, and then giving my perspective on why Ruffnut had a very true, legitimate reason to criticize Astrid as she did.

Bear with me, guys. This scene is FREAKING AMAZING JAW-DROPPING CHARACTER DEPTH and I feel the mighty need to say a LOT.

Overviewing the Different Sides of the Argument

The argument between Ruffnut and Astrid doesn’t necessarily have a “right” or a “wrong” side. In my perspective, Ruffnut and Astrid’s positions are equally defensible and understandable. Astrid has good reason to criticize Ruffnut… but Ruffnut has just as much reason to harp on Astrid.

At the start of “Edge of Disaster Part 1,” two different sets of values come into conflict. On one side, there is Astrid’s value system. As you say, Astrid is a warrior at heart, someone who believes in discipline and duty. The twins hold different values more centered on companionship, humor, and making each day enjoyable. 

By and large, neither perspective is objectively bad. In fact, both perspectives have notable pros and cons. For consider:

  • Astrid’s over-rigid perspective can make her fierce, tunnel-visioned, and hostile when she doesn’t need to be. She becomes more easily stressed, agitated, and angered. It is this sort of attitude that made Astrid so hostile to Hiccup in HTTYD. Not precisely a good thing.

    The twins have learned how to live life much freer from worry, and to be able to legitimately enjoy one another’s company. They can make jokes that bypass insults, take the optimistic side of situations, and not become disheartened when situations don’t go as they want. Without being so tunnel-visioned on one set, rigid, disciplined path, they open their minds up to creativity and some really unique and beneficial ideas.

  • Ruffnut and Tuffnut’s loose perspective has the problems that you pointed out: they turn out to be slackers, cause destruction and havoc in camp, and can seem uncaring to others.

    Astrid’s position is much more productive, much more reliable, and much more consistently qualitatively good, than what these two twins do. The twins are unreliable, whereas Astrid’s sturdy ground makes for a dependable warrior.

Both life perspectives honestly have considerable merit. Ruffnut and Tuffnut’s values just happen to greatly differ from Astrid’s values. What happens when Ruffnut clashes with Astrid, then, is the clashing of the two philosophies. 

(This is only resolved at the end of the second episode when Astrid sees Tuffnut’s creativity can chase off dragon hunters).

Setting the Scene for the Argument

The context of the argument brings many interesting facts to mind.

First, Hiccup chooses to leave Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Astrid on the island together. He asks that the three of them hold down Dragon’s Edge. Astrid immediately protests, “You are not leaving me with these two muttonheads,” to which Tuffnut responds, “She knows we’re standing right here, right?” Not a minute later, she bemoans that this must be the worst day of her life, and begs for Hiccup to not leave her with the two twins. Before she can give the twins an insult, Tuffnut and Ruffnut cheerily hop in, feeding her with words like “simpletons” or “dimwits” that she could use to insult them. Astrid uses this as proof that the twins are ridiculous. Tuffnut points out, still pretty good-naturedly considering context, “Hey, it’s not like we woke up this morning hoping to spend twenty-four seven with you, either, Astrid. I mean, you are not exactly a picnic. And you think you know what I’m saying. You have not ever been a blanket on a grassy knoll with delicious food. But, we are team players. We will do what is necessary for the good of the group.”

This is already a whole lot of information we need to dissect. First off, Astrid is the one who begins the conflict. She is the one who protests at being left behind with the twins; the Thorstons do not voice any immediate complaint being left with Astrid. However, when Astrid does protest at being left with them, Tuffnut points out to her that she’s being rude three times:

  • “She knows we’re standing right here, right?” he asks. This is an indirect protest to being called a muttonhead. This is an indirect protest to Astrid saying she doesn’t want to be left on the island with them. Astrid has opened up the conversation with insults, and Tuffnut is bringing to attention that fact: Astrid is saying some rude things right to their faces. Yet even though he points that out, Astrid continues to demean the twins by complaining about them to Hiccup - in the Thorstons’ full hearing.
  • Tuffnut starts feeding insults Astrid could use. He knows that Astrid is about to use some sort of insulting noun to describe the twins, so instead of letting her say it, he jumps in and gives her suggestions. It’s a tongue-in-cheek way of disarming rudeness. He and Ruffnut turn her negative complaints around into an uplifting and ridiculous conversation about “wits that dim.” If you think about it, this is actually quite the socially tactful strategy. The twins are disarming her insults by making the conversation their own and adopting the rude descriptors themselves.
    To give an example comparison, the LGBTQIAA community adopted the word “queer.” It was originally meant to be rude, but “queer” became a self-identifier for the group of people, and the insult lost its sting. The twins are doing the same tactic here: they’re finding a way to handle the insults without letting anything bother them. Pretty great social maneuvering, isn’t it? Seriously, these guys aren’t stupid. It might sound stupid to Hiccup and Astrid, but what the Thorstons do here is wicked smart.
  • When Tuffnut says, “You are not exactly a picnic,” he actually means that Astrid isn’t fun to be around. After Astrid has insulted the twins repeatedly, Tuffnut finally speaks something more bluntly. He doesn’t enter the conversation rudely right away. In fact, when he does finally admit that Astrid isn’t a great companion, he softens the blow. He speaks the constructive criticism more nicely than she does; he talks to her in a tone suggesting rapport, relating to her frustration, rather than whining back in her face. Then he softens his criticism about her “not being a picnic” further by making a joke at the end of it. He goes from saying some pretty serious, straightforward stuff - “It’s not like we woke up this morning hoping to spend twenty-four seven with you” - to something that people could laugh over together - “You have not ever been a blanket on a grassy knoll with delicious food.” Then he even ends the message saying that, while he doesn’t prefer to work with Astrid, he and his sister will be “team players.”

What’s going on here? Astrid doesn’t want to work with the twins. The twins don’t want to work with Astrid. But Tuffnut says that they’ll try to cooperate. He’s being a bit more open about working with Astrid than she is about working with them. Ruffnut, though a bit quieter, seems to support her brother’s views. Whenever Tuffnut starts to hop into a social rapport tactic to keep the conversation kinder and more lighthearted, she picks up on what he’s doing and also directs the conversations in that direction.

The Scene of the Argument

After Hiccup leaves, the twins immediately fall to their slackard selves. They think it’s best to go back and sleep. Astrid won’t suffer for this, but demands that she sees the twins sweating at work, preparing defenses for potential attacks. The twins don’t like this one bit. While they try to include Astrid in their slacking off plan, she just directs them to work; Ruffnut and Tuffnut grimace behind her back, and Ruffnut even sticks out her tongue as the Hofferson warrior passes.

Astrid’s got a really good reason to make sure the twins get to work. They’re in a dangerous situation, and they can’t spend the time sleeping and goofing off. At the same time, the twins have a good reason for being irritated; she’s commanding them to get to work. Ruffnut is frustrated to the point she sticks her tongue out at Astrid, but she does it behind her back, and keeps her internal thoughts to herself… for now.

We do see the twins carting a log in the next scene, but they do it while chatting, and they aren’t anywhere near as efficient as Astrid is. Astrid tells them to quit talking, saying it reduces efficiency; Tuffnut mocks her vocally while Ruffnut rolls her eyes. It’s strike two for Ruffnut; she bites her tongue yet again, but she is annoyed at being reprimanded. “Real mature, guys,” Astrid hisses, which probably only infuriates Ruffnut more; from Ruffnut’s perspective, Astrid doesn’t seem to be acting maturely herself, being as she’s tersely telling them they can’t even talk while they work.

The twins finally reach the stack of logs. Astrid sarcastically says, “Go team,” to refer to the fact she carted everything up there herself (minus their one log). Ruffnut and Tuffnut toss the log toward the pile, but it hits the other logs and causes them to roll over the side of the cliff.

Now here’s something interesting: While they’re throwing the logs at the pile, they make this facial expression.

Let me zoom in.

Do you see that? Tuffnut seems happy, like a little puppy, whereas Ruffnut is holding… a smirk.

Guys, the twins missed the pile of logs on purpose.

They don’t snap back at Astrid directly verbally, but they’re making an action statement here: they’re a little sick of her bossing them around. “Sure, we’ll do the work, but we won’t get the log on top,” they’re essentially indicating.

Their shocked facial expressions indicate they just meant the log to bump at the bottom, not to cause a chain reaction. They are both legitimately surprised and abashed to see the entire stack fall off the side of the cliff.

This much is an honest mistake.

After that, Astrid tells them to make stairs. Instead of making stairs, the twins figure out the zipline.

And they’re pretty excited about it.

Here begins the point Ruffnut breaks loose and yells at Astrid.

The Argument

Right before Ruffnut criticizes Astrid, the twins are in a good mood. They’re in such a good mood that they immediately want to share their excitement with Astrid.

Tuffnut: Astrid! You have got to try this. The landing’s a little rough, but - 
Ruffnut: Astrid, we know this wasn’t what you were planning, but we really think we’re onto something here. The stairs have their own use for sure, but this can truly come in handy.

The twins have been goofing off. They haven’t been constructing stairs, which is the obvious thing they should have been doing. After having screwed up stacking the logs the first time, they should maybe have felt penitent about this and tried to make up for Astrid. Instead, they go ziplining. Not very responsible.

But look at what they’re trying to do: they’re trying to get Astrid to join in the excitement of their discovery. Even though Astrid has been badgering them all day, they’re still willing to be open and happy with her. “Check this out! It’s pretty cool!” they’re exclaiming.

Ruffnut even acknowledges that they didn’t precisely follow Astrid’s orders. “Astrid,” she says, “we know this wasn’t what you were planning.” She points out that Astrid’s idea still has merit. “The stairs have their own use for sure.” She’s not trying to discredit Astrid’s work or say that the stairs are bad. She’s still affirming the fact that Astrid’s work has good credibility. However, at the same time, Ruffnut is trying to tell Astrid that what they have figured out is something good - it’s the productivity that Astrid wants! The twins have discovered something that’ll help Dragon’s Edge, exactly as she thinks Astrid wants to hear!

Astrid doesn’t see the merit in the zipline. She’s got good reason. The twins’ first suggestion was to sleep in. Then they didn’t cart that many logs. Then they knocked all the logs she carted off down the cliff. Then they screwed around instead of building stairs. Then they knocked off all her logs - AGAIN - when they landed from the zipline. The twins have not only been unproductive themselves, but they’ve negated all of Astrid’s own productivity by wrecking her progress. She’s so angry from putting up with so much… that her eye is twitching.

Thus, when Ruffnut says, “This can truly come in handy,” she responds skeptically, asking, “It can, huh?” But this doesn’t even dissuade Ruffnut’s enthusiasm. She’s used to Astrid being short-tempered and terse. “Yeah! In the right situations -“

Astrid cuts Ruffnut off again. Astrid, ever the practical thinker (though not the innovator), asks, “And what situations would those be, exactly, Ruffnut?” She’s not asking this to learn more information - she’s doing it to shut Ruffnut down.

Now the twins aren’t good at thinking on the spot to answer questions. Astrid’s constant questioning stumps both Thorstons, leaving them fumbling for words. Ruffnut isn’t wrong that the zipline could come in handy. But it’s not like she thought this out ahead of time; Astrid isn’t giving her any slack.

The fact Ruffnut can’t give an answer right away causes Astrid to snap first. She criticizes:

Astrid: You have no clue, do you? Didn’t think so. And do you know why? Because the two of you don’t think. You don’t plan. You just come up with these crazy ideas and forge ahead with no regard to logic or what you’re even supposed to be doing. What am I going to do with you guys? Seriously! Tell me!

This is a perfect exhibition of Astrid’s philosophy that I outlined at the start of this analysis. Astrid doesn’t take stock in crazy, innovative ideas. She’s a person who’s grounded in what’s secure, solid, practiced. The fact that the twins found a new idea by goofing around isn’t going to impress her. As she sees it, they “came up” with something, but it wasn’t any good and had no practical purpose, because the twins have “no regard to logic” or what they’re “even supposed to be doing.”

She is right. Even if Astrid is being a little bossy, the twins really shouldn’t be screwing around when they’re threatened with such dangerous upcoming circumstances. So what we see here is Astrid thinking about all the pros of her personal philosophy and all the cons of the Thorstons’ personal philosophy.

Here’s the problem: Astrid isn’t thinking about the shortcomings of her own philosophy, and she’s so angry that she’s not going to consider the Thorstons’ merits. Potentially, even were Astrid calmer, she wouldn’t be able to give a list to what the Thorstons are good for; other scenes in RTTE give proof to that.

Then Ruffnut steps in. Ruffnut is so angry that she’s going to present her side. She’s going to defend her personal philosophy and attack hers. She’ll point out the weaknesses to Astrid’s system of values.

And man oh man is she harsh.

Ruffnut has been holding back for a long time. She stuck out her tongue at Astrid. Then she rolled her eyes. Then she threw the log in the wrong place. She continued making grimaces a few times after that. And while Astrid was ranting, you could see Ruffnut frowning… and also thinking. 

This is someone who doesn’t tend to bite; Ruffnut and her brother tend to let insults slide, even when it’s bothering them, because they think it’s better for group morale and positivity. Now, though, after really thinking this through, and after biting her tongue many times… Ruffnut speaks up. Chances are, she’s been holding back for more than this incident… she could have been holding back for months… even years.

Ruffnut: Well, you can start by being kind. Oh wait! You can’t do that because kindness is nowhere in that scrawny little body of yours.
Astrid: What?
Tuffnut: Easy sis.
Ruffnut: Back up, bro! I’ve got this!
Astrid: Do you know what your problem is, Ruffnut?
Ruffnut: Oh you bet I do. I’ve got a list of problems so long I can’t even keep track. The question is, do you know what your problem is?
Astrid: My problem? Are you serious?
Ruffnut: Allow me to lay it out for you, my flaxen-haired friend. You have no respect for the people around you who are just trying to help and be a part of the team. You have no respect for Fishlegs, certainly none for Snotlout, and you couldn’t have less respect for the two of us! Now you can go ahead and shame the others, you can mock this entire island of dragons if you wish, but I am not going to stand here and listen to you insult the entire ‘nut family tree!
Astrid: She’s wrong… you know. I-I-I do… I… [sigh] respect you guys…
Tuffnut: Oh please. You can barely even say it.

Ruffnut and Astrid are both speaking exaggerated positions. Astrid is so angry that she tells Ruffnut and Tuffnut that they don’t think. Astrid knows that’s not entirely true; as you point out, Astrid knows the twins have subversive intelligence. Ruffnut, on her side, gives an exaggeration, too: Astrid does demonstrate some respect for Fishlegs, for instance, and the twins weren’t always being helpful in the teamwork. Both sides are also defending themselves, so they’re not going to talk about their weaknesses - they’re only going to harp on the weaknesses of others. But it means that what Astrid is saying to Ruffnut, and what Ruffnut says to Astrid, is equally “true.”

Now I’m finally going to directly respond to one of your questions. Why should Astrid have some respect for the twins? They’ve caused an avalanche. They made dummies instead of going on guard duty. They sleep when they should be working. They play with the Night Terrors, jeopardizing the security of the island. They goof off and make jokes rather than taking people seriously. They aren’t giving any good reason to earn Astrid’s respect. From her position as a warrior, they’ve got nothing going for them that falls under what Astrid considers decent and respectable.

But I’m going to flip the question on its head. Why should the twins have respect for Astrid? She doesn’t take their jokes well. She treats their humor as unbearable, rather than as the social-building glue it’s supposed to be. She ignores their contributions. She yells at them when they make honest mistakes. She forgets the fact that they do contribute to the team in dangerous situations when it counts the most. She doesn’t take their innovations with any respect. From the position of the twins, who believe that what is most important is giving positive, uplifting energy… why should they respect Astrid? All she does is beat them down time and time again. We can ask the question about why Astrid should respect the twins because they don’t align with her values of being a diligent warrior; but we can also ask the question about why the Thorstons should respect Astrid because she doesn’t align with their values of group rapport through friendliness and cheer.

And in this recent situation, Astrid has perhaps gone a bit too far. It’s one thing to tell the twins to stay on track, to be serious, and to work to prepare the island defenses. It’s another thing to boss them around, to tell them to quit talking, to speak demeaningly to them when they make an honest mistake, and to ignore the fact that the twins have tried to be “team players” from the beginning. The twins opted to cooperate; that’s why they carried the log up the cliff. Ruffnut is right saying, “You have no respect for the people around you who are just trying to help and be a part of the team.”

In fact, all of Ruffnut’s criticisms have WELL-FOUNDED REASONS for being said.

  • Astrid wants people to work effectively as a team, but she treats half the team - Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut especially - with regular disrespect and disgust. 
  • Astrid doesn’t respect when Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut try to contribute to the team. She’ll often express open verbal shock if they express a good idea or brainstorm an idea she thinks is stupid. That’s not good team rapport.
  • Astrid might be very kind and supportive of Hiccup, but it’s only in extreme circumstances (like Snotlout nearly losing Hookfang) that she’ll show kindness toward the others.

I personally didn’t roll my eyes when Ruffnut laid out those concerns. It’s true that the twins have been obnoxious, lazy, and unhelpful on many occasions. But it doesn’t make Ruffnut’s criticisms any less true.

Astrid’s Respect Toward Others

I think that Ruffnut’s speech is extreme, but extremes tend to be spoken of truths when someone is angry. Astrid does demonstrate respect toward the others on multiple occasions in all the television series; she’s not completely negligent of the other dragon riders. Not at all.

Astrid gets upset at Hiccup for being rude to Snotlout in “Thawfest.” She’s respecting Snotlout’s emotions in this case; she doesn’t approve of Hiccup “rattling cages.” Astrid also supports Snotlout in “Race to Fireworm Island” by encouragingly talking to him about what it means to be heartbroken (see here and here). These are some instances of Astrid demonstrating respect toward Snotlout.

Still, by and large, we can agree that Astrid isn’t very nice to Snotlout. She throws him around repeatedly - literally. She shouts at him. She insults him when he says something stupid. She often insults him when he says something “surprisingly” smart. She gags whenever he kisses his muscles. She outright high-fives Heather when they work together to trip him. Over and over and over again, Astrid is demonstrating a lack of respect for Snotlout.

Astrid’s respect toward Fishlegs is harder to catch either way. She and Fishlegs don’t directly interact much, but one thing that is to be noted is that Astrid and Fishlegs aren’t going to hang out together alone anytime soon. Fishlegs is somewhat in the background for her. So it’s not exactly disrespecting Fishlegs; it’s moreso maybe she puts him aside and doesn’t place much attention in him.

And the twins? She’s nearly as rude to them as she is to Snotlout, with the amount of eyerolls and verbal backlashes she gives them.

The trend is, honestly, by and large, that Astrid isn’t showing the amount of respect she could toward them. Ruffnut makes a true point.

It doesn’t matter whether or not Ruffnut has been showing sufficient respect in turn. That’s a question for another day. The bearer of the information has no relevance on the fact that the information is true. Ruffnut’s right. Astrid’s respect record could be… certainly… improved.

And if you need to ask yourself whether or not there is truth in Ruffnut’s word, you only have to look at Astrid’s facial expression.

This hits home so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were two short steps short of tearing up.

Tuffnut’s Role

A second, also heartbreaking way you can confirm Ruffnut’s words are true is by watching and listening to Tuffnut. You’ll see him frown and look sad during the majority of the exchange. Additionally, he actively tries to stop Ruffnut from chewing Astrid out. Recall that he says, “Easy, sis,” right before Ruffnut barges in and starts ranting.

What’s going on?

Tuffnut knows how angry his sister is. 

Suddenly, we realize what the Thorstons have been doing over the years: they’ve been keeping mum about a long-lasting frustration. When Tuffnut says, “Easy, sis,” you can tell that he knows what Ruffnut is going through because this is nothing new. However, he and Ruffnut have developed a technique of getting around Astrid’s personality: by making jokes and turning frustrations into humor. Tuffnut makes all those jokes at the start of the episode to let the insults slide off, remember? 

The twins have been intentionally doing this for a long time, and we see that, instead of being confrontational about problems, the way Ruffnut and Tuffnut handle problems is by trying to quietly work around them. They don’t enter things with straightforward animosity or belligerence, but try to do their own peaceful part to make things work the best they can. The silliness and friendliness in many conversations is a way of distracting others away from arguments. Tuffnut is trying to get Ruffnut to do that here, wanting her to back down and not chew Astrid out, even though they both know how both of them have been frustrated by the Hofferson girl.

When Tuffnut says, “Easy, sis,” he knows exactly what’s going on in her mind, is trying to remind her of their “plan” to just keep as cool as possible, and is showing his emotional support for her and understanding about how irritating Astrid can be.

Tuffnut thinks that Ruffnut is right: Astrid holds little respect. Ruffnut marches away, and Astrid stutters to Tuffnut that the criticism isn’t true. The fact Astrid is stuttering shows she’s shocked at the outburst, but also that it’s hit close to home. She tries to defend herself by saying, “I respect you guys,” but Tuffnut, wearied and disappointed, lets out what’s been in his own heart: “Oh, please. You can barely even say it.”

So all three people in this exchange believe it: Ruffnut clearly believes it. Astrid believes it. Tuffnut believes it. The insults are exaggerated, they’re over the top, and they’re definitely not true 100% of the time. But they hit home for a reason, and there’s no denying it.

Final Conclusions

Since I yakked a LOT, I figured I’d make some quick summarizing points.

  • Astrid’s frustrations at Ruffnut are just as valid as Ruffnut’s frustrations at Astrid. Both have different personal values, and what happens here is their personal values clash. They criticize the weaknesses of each others’ mental frameworks.
  • Both Astrid and Ruffnut did some good things and some bad things when it came to trying to secure the island. They both tried. They both made mistakes.
  • The twins are lazy, obnoxious, irresponsible, and sometimes inconsiderate. But Astrid can also be narrow-minded, easily irritable, and unimpressed by creativity, friendliness, and spontaneous innovation.
  • The twins’ silliness is personal choice. They are ridiculous because they find life more fun that way. In many cases, they are silly to the point it is destructive and harmful to others and themselves. In other instances, they are intentionally, tactfully silly to try to smooth out tense social situations. In these cases, they’re actually being incredibly clever; it’s a good way of avoiding direct blow-ups between members, and it’s how they’ve handled the majority of times they’ve come in conflict with someone like Astrid.
  • Tuffnut usually takes the forefront in the silliness. He’s better at it. Ruffnut tolerates crap by being quieter. But they do work together all the time, and will build on top one another and support one another.
  • Ruffnut bites her tongue many times before she finally shouts at Astrid. She has been frustrated with Astrid for a long time (and Tuffnut knows it) before she finally blows up about it aloud.
  • I do think Astrid has some respect toward Fishlegs, Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut, but there are are a number of ways she could certain improve. Ruffnut makes a fair point.

Basically, I adore this scene. It speaks volumes of the emotional complexity of the Thorstons, it speaks into the weaknesses and strengths of three characters, and it’s an emotional, jaw-dropping moment that really hits me in the heart.

A/N: ‘17, Lexa- angst prompt list, but maybe with a happy ending?’ Sure thing love! Finally getting back in the zone. LOOK. Another post!!

Prompt: “Why can’t you realize that I’m falling for you? No wait, I’ve already fallen. But you didn’t catch me.”

Warnings: None? Sad Lexa and sad reader but apart from that.

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You couldn’t help the heavy sobs that racked your body, exhaling shakily through every breath. You knew it was stupid, you knew that you didn’t stand a chance. But hearing Lexa say she desired no one made your heart pound with an ache so deep it just drew louder sobs from you. You had fallen for the Commander and everything about her but you fell more in love with Lexa. The girl that you had been shown that was behind the war paint, the one you had known for the past 10 years.

She was a very close friend. So close that you were practically a couple already. But Lexa was still guarded, she still awoke in the middle of the night in a heavy sweat, her past lovers name escaping her lips in a scream to which you always came rushing to her room, your tents side by side.


Apparently she also knew the sound of your sobs as a soft hiccup drew her to open your door, her eyes confused as she approached you carefully. You felt a creak in the floorboards below the bed to which you laid on, looking up with red puffy eyes.

“Go away.” You murmured. Curling further into yourself. Lexa stepped back and if you had looked up you would have been greeted with a look of hurt and lack of understanding. But you knew what hurt Lexa looked like, and you had no desire to meet tear filled green eyes once again.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” She whispered, her eyes darting to your face but cautious as to what to do.

“Nothing, Commander.” You bit back. “I just want to be left alone.”

The hostility made Lexa’s head spin and she bit her lip.

“Y/N? I don’t understand, what is troubling you? I want you to talk to me. You are important.”

“Apparently not enough.” Was all you could choke as you shut your eyes against the wave of oncoming tears.

“I don’t-” She began, but you cut off her small voice.

“You don’t desire anyone Lexa. Those were your words to Titus. You don’t desire me.”

“Were you listening to our conversation?” She tilted her head and opened her mouth but after that, words seemed to escape her.

“Is that really what’s important? I walked past, Lexa. That’s all I heard. Why can’t you realize that I’m falling for you? No wait, I’ve already fallen. But you didn’t catch me.” You ended up sobbing harder than before and avoided eye contact. You couldn’t look at her right now. You were being weak. Love is weakness. But no matter how many times you’d said the phrase in your head since you started falling, you knew your heart wasn’t changing it’s mind anytime soon. You were always going to get butterflies and feel your heart race and look at her in longing.

You felt the bed dip beside you and a small voice.

“Y/N? Can you please look at me?” She sounded so scared and vulnerable and you winced. You turned to face her, looking up as she sat crossed legged on the bed, avoiding your eyes and her hands fiddling.

You waited. She had something to say. You knew from her eye movements and the constant opening and closing of her mouth.

At long last she placed her hand to hold your chin as she leant down, quickly searching your eyes for any resistance. Finding none, she closed her eyes and you closed yours as she softly melded her lips against your own.

She pulled away and your eyes fluttered with your heart.

“Let me catch you then.” She murmured.

And without a second thought, you kissed her again.

Okay. Here’s the thing.

I have seen a surprising amount of posts blaming Tim for the state of his and Damian’s relationship. Like. Seriously, “most of their fights are Tim’s fault” type stuff. 

But here’s the thing: Tim’s misgivings and distrust of Damian are founded, especially early on, and I cannot in any way agree with this point of view. I don’t even understand where it comes from when I look at the comics.

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The designation of a crime as an ‘act of terrorism’ is an absolute joke, a redundant and meaningless term that exists purely to demonize and create an environment of hostility towards a larger group.

All intentional violent acts are acts of terrorism. That’s their point. Mass murderers don’t kill people because they think it makes the world better (typically), they do so because it instills terror, and gives them a sense of power. The point of labeling something an act of terror is to create the illusion of an enemy that can be generalized onto a group, be it the Muslims, the Anarcho-Communists, the Irish, the Native Americans, or any other oppressed group that the status quo views as opponents to their views.

The difference between a mass murderer and a terrorist are purely establishment-constructed, and the distinction is made to cast hostility upon the group the murderer belongs to instead of treating it as a singular act, the latter of which notably virtually always happens when a member of the majority class commits a violent crime.

Plot 107: A New World?

It’s the year 3015. Aerospace engineering has advanced by leaps and bounds. In this age, the average citizen can board a luxury spacecraft and venture out to see the sights of the solar system (A trip that would’ve taken roughly 11 years by 21st century standards now only takes 3 days and a few hours to complete!) It’s still an experimental program and tickets are quite expensive, but for those who couldn’t possibly afford the once-in-a-lifetime trip on their own, there is a lottery draw. Muse A and Muse B have been selected through the lottery drawing this year. 

While on the second day of the tour, a radio transmission is sent from Earth, warning that a huge asteroid is headed directly for the planet; this could spell disaster for the world as Muse A and Muse B know it. Everyone waits on pins and needles to hear news. Just before the asteroid is set to make impact, the spacecraft loses connection with Earth and everyone aboard assumes the worst has happened. Though strangers before the ship left Earth, Muse A and Muse B turn to one another for comfort. As far as they’re aware, everyone they’ve ever known on Earth has been lost. With no motivation to continue the trip and potentially no home planet to return to, the captain and crew must turn their efforts to finding a habitable planet to relocate to or at the very least making contact with intelligent life who might assist them before their limited resources (including oxygen) run out.


a) Contact is made with hospitable aliens. OR Contact is made with hostile aliens. b) A habitable planet is found and the passengers must colonize. OR The passengers must co-habitate with the lifeforms that already inhabit the planet. c) Earth has only been partially destroyed. d) Could be a group plot.

Metamorphosis (Eridan x reader) part 2

(Warning: naked Eridan and near death by drowning)

When you got over your initial shock, you tried your best to heave Eridan onto the couch. After minutes of struggling to get your beanpole boyfriend on the sofa, you examined him.

His tanned skin had turned gray. His brown waves had turned jet black with a streak of brilliant violet through the front. Large, orange horns protruded crookedly from the top of his head. His nails had grown sharp and tinted yellow. You hesitantly reached over and pulled his lips apart. His teeth were unsettlingly sharp. Like a sharks. The rims of his ears had grown spines with purple webbing and on his neck were slits that resembled gills.

You were quick to withdraw your hands, then wondered at your fear. If this was still Eridan, he wouldn’t hurt you… would he? Whatever this change was, you hoped it hadn’t affected his mind. Specifically, you hoped it hadn’t made him more hostile towards you.


2 hours later, Eridan groaned and opened his eyes slowly. You were sitting in an armchair opposite him, reading a book. As his eyes opened, you noted silently that his sclera had turned yellow.

“(Name)?” he croaked.

“Hey, Eridan.”

“Ugh… I just had the worst dream…”


“I had gray skin… and horns… and… and…” he trailed off.

As Eridan had spoken, he’d raised his hand to rub his eyes and now stared at his gray hand.

“Oh… fuck…” he sat up and examined both his hands then lifted them to the top of his head. He brushed against his horns and there was a sharp intake of breath.

“What happened to me?” he asked, his hands dropping from his horns. He was taking this slightly better than you thought he would.

“How should I know? You scared the shit out of me before you passed out! Scratching at the windows, screaming at me and chasing me into the house! What I wanna know is what you were doing outside before all…” you gestured at all of him. “All of this happened.”

“Hm…” he paused, “There was… a meteor. That hit out on the beach… I went to go check it out… There was beepin’, light, then nothin’. That’s all I remember clearly.”

You’d heard about this sort of thing happening in books and movies and stuff. To think that it had actually happened to your darling Eridan…

“Tomorrow, I’m gonna go check out the meteorite. For now, why don’t you go take a shower, ‘kay?”

Eridan nodded absently, got up and went for the stairs. You followed him up. When the bathroom door closed, you set your book on the nightstand, crashed on the bed and let out a breath. You hoped this wasn’t going to turn into the X Files or something, where the FBI came to your door and took Eridan away for experimentation.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a girlish scream from the bathroom. You sprang off the bed and dashed to the door. You rattled the doorknob, finding it to be locked.

“Eridan? Eridan, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?!”

“DON'TCOMEINDON'TCOMEIN!” he yelled back. You did the only thing you could think of; you stood back, raised your leg and kicked the door with all your leg strength. You didn’t actually think it would work, seeing as you thought of yourself as a limp noodle, so when the lock broke and the door flew open, you were slightly surprised.

Eridan was naked, but holding his shirt down over his privates. His head whipped around to look at you, eyes wide.

“DON’T LOOK AT ME! I’M GROSS!” he wailed. You couldn’t help but look.

His nipples and belly button were gone. 6 long, purple markings were on his abdomen, 3 on each side. His body hair seemed to have disappeared.

“Eridan… you look-”


“No, you look neat!” you said. “What do those things feel like?”

You started towards him, arm outstretched to touch the markings. He stumbled back, tripping over the rim of the bath tub and falling on his ass. In his surprise, he let go of the shirt and it dropped to the floor, showing what you think made Eridan scream so loud.

His wood and grapes were gone. In their stead seemed to be… lady parts? It was a vertical slit with a lump underneath it.

“NO! STOP LOOKIN’! GET OUT!” Eridan yelled, his face going bright violet(?). He scrambled out of the tub and hastily shoved you out of the bathroom.

“What? Eridan, wait!” you protested.

Eridan slammed the door and you stood still as it slowly opened again of it’s own volition… or because you broke the latch.

“OH FUCKIN’-! YOU JUST HAD TO BREAK THE DOOR, DIDN’T YOU?!” he snapped at you as he dropped down on the edge of the tub, his head in his hands.

“Fine, then. Stare at my freakishness. Make fun of me for not havin’ a fuck wand anymore. Go ahead.”

He really seemed to be taking this hard. Then again, if you’d had a dick, you’d be pretty surprised if it vanished out of the blue.

You entered the bathroom and sat beside Eridan. He didn’t move as you put an arm around him and drew yourself close to him.

“Eridan, do you really think I love because you had a schlong dongadoodle? That’d be pretty shallow of me.” You rubbed his back comfortingly.

He looked up.

“A… what…?” he asked slowly, his lips tightening.

“Wood? Donger? Whoopie stick?”

There was a tiny, muffled snort and Eridan suddenly burst out laughing. One thing you were good at was coming up with weird synonyms for dick.

“A… a fuckin’… schlong what-fuck-doodle?” he wheezed. As his laughing subsided, he glanced down at his genitals and his smile melted. “But seriously, what even is this?” He poked the lump on his crotch hard and winced. “Ow.”

You stood up.

“Well, I’ll get you a chair or something to keep the door closed, alright?” you kissed his forehead and exited the bathroom. After fetching a chair and putting it in the bathroom for Eridan, you crashed on the bed and this time, fell asleep. You didn’t see Eridan get out of the bathroom, climb into bed beside you, kiss you on the cheek then fall asleep on his back, his arm cradling you.


The next morning, you did indeed go down to the beach to look for the meteorite, Eridan joined you, saying that perhaps if he triggered it again, he could turn back into a human. But when you got down there, Eridan began screaming and cursing at wherever the meteorite had come from. Because it was gone. All that was left was a large dent in the sand with grains of black sand in it.

“GOD FUCKIN’- FUCK YOU- GO SUCK SO MANY DICKS YOU DIE- FUCK YOU!!!” Eridan growled at the dent, giving it the middle finger about 50 times.

“Sugar, calm down!” you said, trying to quell his rage. “Maybe there’s something buried around here.”

You got down on your knees and began to dig at the dent, while Eridan stormed about 15 feet away to calm down. You kept digging and digging for a good 5 minutes. There was nothing left there.

You sighed and wiped your sandy hands on your pants.

“Alright. Let’s head in, Eridan.”

There was no answer.

“Eridan? Cutie pie?” you turned around.

He was gone.

“Eridan? Where’d you go?” you called out. Then you saw something. Out in the ocean, you saw a head dip down under the water. The last thing you saw before they disappeared were orange horns.

“Eridan! What the hell are you doing?!” you yelled. You made a dash for the ocean, jumping into the water. You began swimming towards where you saw Eridan go down. But when the water became chest-deep, you felt a pull around your entire body. A fleeting realization went through your head, and before you had time to cry out for Eridan, you were sucked under the water.

You were being swept along by a riptide. It kept trying to fling you lower and lower from the surface. At one point, you had no idea how, but you got your head above the surface.

“ERIDAN!” you screamed and sputtered. “HELP ME! HELP-” you were pulled under again, cutting you off and your throat flooding with salty water. You reflexively coughed and only inhaled more ocean. As you were pushed farther out and deeper underwater, your thoughts began to get fuzzy, disoriented. Your eyesight was beginning to grow dark around the edges. Your lungs were itching to cough up the water and screaming.

The last thing you saw before things went dark was something rather long swimming quickly towards you. You saw the flash of teeth as it opened it’s mouth and closed it.

Awesome…’ you thought foggily. ’I’m gonna… be that… one person who gets eaten… by a shark… every two years…


Eridan couldn’t believe what this alien ability was. He could breathe underwater! As he went farther out into the ocean, he ducked underwater. He could swim so much faster than he could before and he could see everything just as well as on land. Eridan felt the slits on his neck pulsing and it seemed no different than air pumping into his lungs. He watched all the tiny fish who swam by him, their little silver bodies shimmering like stars in the water.

He swam up to the surface, eager to tell you what he could do. This was one thing that he actually enjoyed about his new form! But when he reached the surface and scanned the beach, you were nowhere to be seen. Then he spied your shoes, tossed haphazardly on the shore. Where had you gone?

Then he heard something that made his heart skip a beat.

“ERIDAN! HELP ME! HELP-” he whirled about and saw your (h/c) hair before you went under. Eridan recognized the oddly moving water. You were caught in a rip current!

Eridan dove underwater and shot towards the area where you had been. There! He spied you fading out of sight, being whirled about like a rag doll. He cut through the water like a torpedo and saw you reaching the end of the current. The two of you were in very deep water now and as he got closer, he could see the bubbles leaking out of your mouth slower and smaller. You floated limply, your eyes barely open.

He opened his mouth to call your name, but remembered that sound doesn’t travel underwater.

Eridan reached your body, took it in his arms and charged for the surface. His legs propelled him up faster than he expected and he broke the surface, launching up into the air like a breaching manta ray. Eridan gave a surprised cry before falling back to the water, you still in his arms. He kept both your heads above the surface as he sped for the safety of land.


When the water reached his waist, he stepped across the sand, carrying you bridal style. When he reached the dry sand, he set you down, panting from how fast he’d had to swim.

“(Name)!” he shook you. “(Name), wake up!”

He put a spiny ear to your chest. There was an extremely slow tha-thump.

“Alright,” he coaxed himself. “CPR, don’t fail me now!”

Eridan took your jaw, parted your lips and performed mouth-to-mouth. When that didn’t work, he began pushing on your chest after 10 pushes, he went back to mouth-to-mouth.

You coughed, water spurting out of your mouth and into Eridan’s face. You took ragged gulps of air and your eyes opened, unfocused and wandering.

“Don’t scare me like that!! What the everlovin’ fuck were you doin’??!!”

“Thought you were… drowning,” you said, voice raspy. “What were… you doing out there? Are… you insane…?”

“I can breathe underwater! Enough of that. Don’t EVER scare me like that again!” he shook you. “Understand??!!”

You gave a weak chuckle.

“Can breathe underwater… huh? Guess you’re… an alien merman… now.”

“Shut up.” Eridan said.

“You’re… crying.” your hand went up to Eridan’s cheek and came away with violet tinted liquid staining your hand.

“Shut the hell up.” he picked up your upper body and hugged you tightly.

“Sorry for scaring you.” you said softly into his shoulder.


1 hour later~

You were rather embarrassed about the Eridan-having-to-save-you ordeal. You were quite embarrassed of the fact that you had forgotten that Eridan could swim incredibly, having been on swim teams his whole life, so he would’ve been able to take care of himself. You had risked your life for naught. Eridan was still slightly angry over the fact that you had scared him so badly.

That night, as you lay in bed, he held you tighter than usual.

“I really am sorry-”

“You’ve said it 13 times already.”

You grimaced in shame.

“Good night, handsome… I love you.”

“… I love you, too, beautiful.”

Eridan propped himself on his elbow, turned over and kissed you before turning over away from you and closing his eyes. You quietly reached for the light on your nightstand and switched it off.

Your eyes were closed, but… there was a purple glow. You opened them and gasped. Eridan turned over and looked at you.


“You’re glowing.”

Eridan had had freckles all over him before his skin turned gray. Now, in the dark, the exact places where the freckles had been glowed purple, as if Eridan’s skin were a night sky. Not only that, his irises glowed as well, and his gills and the abdomen markings. And, as the blanket slipped down as he sat up, his genitalia was as well.

Eridan examined himself, turning his hands over and rolling up his shirt sleeves to look at the freckles on his shoulders.


“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed. “Imagine going to a rave.”

Eridan’s gaze snapped up to you. He then flung himself back to his original position.

“You ruined it,” was all he said.

“Aw, loooove!” you whined. “I think it’s kinda sexy.”

“Too late. I’m now a giant fuckin’ glowstick. You ruined the moment, (Name).”

You pouted and lay down, snuggling close to your glofish boyfriend. As you wrapped an arm around his waist, you felt his hand take yours and gently rub his thumb over your knuckles. You also shifted your leg and wrapped it around Eridan’s leg, feeling his naked ass press against you (and it was a nice one).


The next morning, you woke up before Eridan. You lay awake, wondering what would happen to you two if this was permanent. Would FBI show up to your door?

You sat up and slipped out of bed. It was 7:09 AM. Normally you would go back to sleep, but your mind was active from contemplating the possibilities of the future. It was a scary thought. You resolved that if anyone rolled up to your house to take Eridan away, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You headed downstairs and set up the coffeemaker. As the juice began to drip, you rummaged through the fridge for breakfast.

“Aw, hell yeah!” you hissed as you pulled out a tube of Pillsbury Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. Eridan absolutely adored cinnamon rolls and so did you.

Once the rolls were in the oven, you went to the living room and switched on the tv. You flipped through channels, finding nothing of interest. There seemed to be a lot of feminism on tv as of late.

“- Anti feminist for many of the same-”


“- Remember that men should never-”


“- Individuals have come into contact with meteors-”


“- Should not be such an expensive item-”


“- Dream is to one day make-”

You suddenly had to flip back through channels, back to the one that mentioned meteors. A Latina reporter was speaking.

“- seem to change physiology of those who come into contact with them. Individuals skin turns gray, grow sharp teeth, orange horns of different configurations, and, more interestingly, different blood colors. The blood colors seem to be in rainbow colors, ranging from reds to yellows, to blues, to pinks. While the physiology of the affected individual may be drastically changed, the mentalities do not seem affected.
           "Concerning one that crashed near a government facility, a small box has been discovered inside one of the meteorite. The box revealed a hologram of one of these beings. The hologram spoke of a dying planet many light years away from earth. A dying species who’s last attempt to save themselves was by sending meteors filled with the technology and chemistry to change carbon-based bipedal life forms into beings of their own kind. More on this at 1.”

So Eridan wasn’t alone.

You heard a beep from the coffeemaker, signaling that it was done. A minute later, the oven timer went off and the smell of cinnamon confections wafted through the house. As you hurried to turn off the oven, you heard heavy footfalls on the stairs and Eridan entered the kitchen, clad in backward sweatpants, hair messy, yawning.

“Morning, Eridan.”

“…” Eridan lumbered over to you. “M'rnin’, dear.” he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss you.

You poured some steaming coffee into a mug as Eridan plopped down in a chair, head lolling sleepily. You placed it in front of him. He took the mug and swallowed the contents in one gulp. You stared at him, the icing you were held dribbling in excess onto a roll.

“What?” he grunted.

“That was 115 degrees F. How are you able to talk normally?”

“I do not give a fuck. If it’s coffee, I’m drinkin’ it, regardless.”

“… I can’t decide whether that’s badass or stupid.”

“It’s…” he saw what you were doing and his face lit up. He looked like a kid at Christmas. “We had cinnamon buns and you didn’t tell me?!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot we had them.”

Eridan leapt from his chair, picked you up and kissed you hard. “I love you so much right now, (Name)!” He plucked up an iced roll and took a bite.

“Oh, yes.” he closed his eyes contentedly. His spiny ears fluttered like birds wings for a few seconds. “Oh, fuck yes!”

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“So,” your smile faded. “I was watching the news a little while ago. It seems like you’re not alone in this.”

“What do you mean?”

You told him about the news report, about the dying species. When you finished, he was quiet for a minute.

“You do realize they’re technically conquerin’ us, right?”


“Think about it. If this were a war strategy, it’d be a very interestin’ one.”

You gaped at him. “Eridan, their species is dying!”

“I know, I know,” he put his hands up in defense. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Well, what matters to me right now is that the government isn’t going to take you away from me.” You pecked him on the cheek.

“They might.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“Like I said before, some people might view this as an invasion of sorts. And what if some of those people were higher-ups in the government? And what does the government do when it fears a certain group of people?”

You went pale.

“I-I won’t let them.” you said, shakily but sternly.

“Whoa now, it was only a theory!” he said quickly, trying to cheer you up.

Eridan was right. Hopefully, the majority of the governments would decide to help preserve the alien species. If not…

You shook your head. It was too early in the morning to worry about such serious things. You decided to focus on finishing the icing on the cinnamon rolls. Eridan snuck about 3 more off the tray before you finally said no more for that morning. He whined, but you were firm.

You began to feel a bit better, but the thought still nagged at the back of your mind.

If anyone tried to take Eridan away… they were going to have to kill you first.

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This is a compilation of the Velociraptor noises in Jurassic Park, Jurassic Park: The Lost World, Jurassic Park III, and Jurassic World. I made a text post like this in the past (WITH EXPLANATIONS FOR NOISES – VIEW HERE), but I thought I’d make my own video compilation with the noises also! Enjoy, and I hope this is helpful to many of you!!


0:00 Purring 1: Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (aggression-based).
0:33 Purring 2: Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (affection-based).
0:59 Chittering 1:Naturally made when a raptor is curious and often indicates approval/affection.
1:20 Chittering 2:Naturally made when a raptor is attentive to a situation.
1:23 Claw Tapping:Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (often shows aggression/impatience).
1:29 Growl 1: Expresses extreme aggression and hostility. 
1:37 Growl 2: Expresses deeper levels of aggression and hostility.       
1:41 Growl 3: Expresses uneasiness and anger.
1:59 Screech 1:Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.
2:09 Screech 2:Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.                          
2:17 Screech 3: Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.                           
2:23 Screech 4:Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.
2:38 Screech 5: Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.                            
2:40 Terrier 1: Natural growling that occurs when a raptor is stressed and aggressive, even when quickly devouring a meal.                                  
3:06 Terrier 2: Natural growling that occurs when a raptor is stressed and aggressive, even when quickly devouring a meal.
3:15 Help: Used to call other raptors to the area, showing one is in need of assistance.
3:20 Hiss 1: Made before an attack to express dominance over prey/pack and to test them.  
3:41 Hiss 2: Made before an attack and expresses extreme hostility.
3:50 Babbling: Used to communicate with other raptors in a form similar to “small talk” or to discuss pack decisions.
3:57 Call: Used to communicate with other raptors and call other raptors to the area.       
4:33 Scream 1: Expresses a threat to prey but does not indicate an immediate attack.
4:40 Scream 2: Made just before a raptor charges, alerting the other pack members that an attack will be made and expressing hostility toward prey.                   
4:50 Scream 3:Expresses hostility but does not usually indicate an immediate attack.
5:28 Scream 4:Expresses hostility but does not usually indicate an immediate attack.
5:34 Scream 5: Expresses hostility and is usually paired with a charging attack.               
5:36 Scream 6:Expresses hostility but does not usually indicate an immediate attack.     
5:40 Scream 7:Expresses hostility but does not usually indicate an immediate attack.
5:46 Chuffing 1: Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (aggression-based).                             
5:52 Chuffing 2: Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (extremely caution-based).                               
5:55 Chuffing 3: Naturally made when a raptor is curious and attempting to assess a situation (caution-based).
5:59 Quacking:Expresses a short burst of hostility but does not usually indicate an immediate attack.
6:07 Cry 1: Expresses distress or upset-ness. 
6:15 Cry 2:Expresses anger or upset-ness.
6:17 Cry 3: Expresses caution or discomfort.                                     
6:19 Huffing: Expresses curiosity and is used to take in scents from air.                              
6:38 Elephant: Expresses curiosity or need, whether in excitement or distress.

i answered an ask on my multi-muse blog and i just have to say that one of the reasons i made kasumi so hostile and awful is bc i’m so t i r e d of never seeing genuinely mean female characters. like i can’t count the number of times i’ve seen “angry” female anime characters who end up being reduced to “oh she’s actually just scared of being close to people and she’s fragile and weak behind the tough mask”

like no!! let female characters be genuinely mean and aggressive!!! people hate mean female characters and they’re afraid of them and kasumi is kind of my way of just being like “she’s cruel and you’re all cowards so Y E A H”

Alpha Omega {ft. Dongmin}

“Shit.” He ran. One of the survival tricks he learned in the streets, and in iconic action movies, is never look back. So when one of the dancer coaches decided to chase him across the hallways, the resident troublemaker hostility made his escape. With a wide manic grin on his face, he quickly dodged people in his path, his long legs keeping a great distance between him and his chaser.

The rapper almost got away without casualties, that was until he rounded up into a corner and effectively knocking a teen down. “Fuck.” Barely managing to catch himself, Minsoo dusted himself off, while taking a grip of the younger’s arm. “Come on, kid. Stand up.” Pulling the other along, and shoving him towards an empty practice room. “Don’t scream.” Clasping his hand on top of the boy’s mouth, all the while carefully listening for yelling coach ran pass their hiding spot.

“You alright, kid?” Pulling back, sighing when the the coast is clear, before he fully addressed his only casualty.


@project-sephiroth: continued from here.

“No“, was the plain and calm answer.

“We both know you’d just lose.“

Whoever had triggered Genesis’ confidence issues this time, Sephiroth was pretty sure he had nothing to do with it even though he found himself to be made the center of hostility again. One could always leave it to Sephiroth to not quite understand jealousy was a devilish illness that should best not be fed with indifference, feigned or innocent. Sephiroth, as always, did his thing and said his part and didn’t think much of the hurt he could cause; the fault of his less than ideal upbringing, likely.

Genesis grit his teeth, and Minerva be damned he could feel that prickling of tears hazing over his eyes. If he blinked now he was certain to embarrass himself. “You asshole. I hate..” and the redhead briskly turned from Sephiroth, presenting him with his back and a MAKO-enhanced stride. There were too many conflicting emotions and he’d made enough of a fool of himself, a grotesque twist in his stomach now.

He wouldn’t face the other man for as many days as he could manage. He couldn’t. His pride had been hurt but it was something more personal that kept Genesis distanced. A feeling of betrayal underlied his stubborn, if childish decision and he knew Sephiroth would pay little mind to the cold shoulder.

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"I'M NOT AVERAGE!" Genesis clenched and relaxed his fists by his sides, holding himself tensely. He had shouted at Sephiroth and he didn't hear an immediate booming voice, didn't flinch out of fear of being struck, but he could feel unwelcome emotion bubbling up, eyes prickling now. "You're just going to stand there!? Let's take this to the training room- fi-ght me!" his voice cracked but he bared his teeth in defiance. He was strong and he was -worth- SOLDIER.

“No“, was the plain and calm answer.

“We both know you’d just lose.“

Whoever had triggered Genesis’ confidence issues this time, Sephiroth was pretty sure he had nothing to do with it even though he found himself to be made the center of hostility again. One could always leave it to Sephiroth to not quite understand jealousy was a devilish illness that should best not be fed with indifference, feigned or innocent. Sephiroth, as always, did his thing and said his part and didn’t think much of the hurt he could cause; the fault of his less than ideal upbringing, likely.

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            ———❝ If you call me Jerry, I reserve the right to beat your ass. ❞ 
Kaufman knew better than to expect courtesy at a time like this, but he still made his feelings apparent. Despite the clear indication he was not a soldier, the German accent placed him easily enough. What bothered him more than the name was the fact some people made the assumption without hostility. He did not want to be lumped with those bastards, but if he was, he deserved worse treatment than some were willing to make.

            ❝ Suzie tells me much about you, Mr. Joestar. My name is Kaufman, I will be taking care of your injuries. ❞ He had his work cut out for him.