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@critica1neutra1
pinned post. proper pinned post, aesthetics, etc to come (probably tomorrow?), but carrd is located here. this is also a gentle reminder that this is a sideblog to @witchdoctrines so all followbacks/interactions will be from there.
โ seeing as how you're still alive, i say it's all been very successful thus far. โ
โ yeah, we are--- no fucking thanks to you. โ the pirate spits the words at @witchhaunts like poison, the attack dog off its leash. but she isn't the only dog here is she ? no, rowena is just as bad as a guthrie, fuck whatever jack says about it. lapdog to the governor that's knocked them back on their heels just by the simple act of waving papers in the faces of all the bastards looking for a pampered life. it's not something that anne can forgive so easily. a stream of insults and accusations corrodes her from the inside out, her stomach twisting into a violent knot about whether or not she might be complicit in what happened to jack. if she knew what the governor's plan was all along- if she'd suggested it.
and now vane is dead and jack might be alive but for how fucking long ? between flint, and vane, and all the fuckers in charge of it all the pardons are gone and they've been left to swing before the year is out. and that's if they're lucky. brutal she may be but she knows a losing battle when she sees one and she wants to believe that jack is right to trust her at all because if he's wrong---- well if he's wrong then they're all well and truly fucked and it doesn't matter then does it ? she snarls, but the words erupt with less bite than before. โ ---you look like shit. โ
it doesn't feel right. everything's gone to shit since charles' death, and anne's body screams from the torment of being upright. of holding her balance rigid even as the ship rocks gently in the waves. it isn't torture, but it feels near to it as she stands beside @criticalfai1ure on the deck of de vlinder. fucking cowards shouldn't have to be asked in the first place. as far as she's concerned, they're all culpable in this- every last one of them as guilty as the last for every death they've endured when a gun, a blade, might have been the difference. she keeps her own council, she said her peace to jack before they boarded. she won't undermine him now, even as her palms sting with the violent urge to do something- anything to make them pay attention. there's the wayward glances from the crew not involved in the conversation, but they all go about their tasks like their lives aren't tied to this in the slightest. like they have nothing to lose as the crown erodes them all day by day and she hates them for it. she tells herself she hates them for it every last bastard aboard because it's easier to hate than grieve. this isn't to appease the wishes of a dead man, this is fucking survival, and not a single one of them seems to give a shit.
from her vantage beside jack, she casts an eye across the crew- at least those above deck. trying to gauge which might be useful in a fight and which are more likely to end up rotting on the beaches of nassau--- jack says they'll only be backup but it feels dishonest to even think it. there can be no holdouts in a war like this. anne makes snap judgments, mental checklists swaying one direction then the other, the biology of the thing versus what she's seen in action when push comes to shove. she's about to write off the woman sat on the deck, tucked into herself like she means to hide in the shadows, as a coward on principle. if she were worth anything a name would already come to mind, a position, anything remarkable at all- but that isn't what catches her intention. instead the glint of something when the light catches it just so. the slow and intentional way in which she polishes a blade, almost reverently. it wouldn't be anything of note, no more than the woman herself, but recognition sparks, kicking back like a poorly balanced flintlock and an expression that had been neutral at best turns to a violent snarl and she takes a stiff lunging step in her direction. โ. thatย thieving little cunt--- โ
Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides โฆ sentence starters
โOh! A knife?โ
โWalk or die.โ
โYouโre killing her!โ
โAll part of the plan, yes?โ
โSuch beauty. Yet deadly.โ
โAdmit it. You still love me.โ
โYou are aware of the ritual?โ
โYou bastard, how could you?โ
โWait! I am with childโฆ yours.โ
โI heard where youโre headed.โ
โHow can you say I used you?โ
โAll die. Even you. Soon, I hear.โ
โThe lies I told you were not lies.โ
โThatโs very good, may I use that?โ
โAs do I. Always have, always will.โ
Oh no, no, Iโve seen a thing or two.โ
โYouโre either with us or against us!โ
โI can save you. You need only ask.โ
โIโve actually never been that drunk.โ
โHeโs religious, I believe itโs required.โ
โWhoโs to say I wonโt live forever, eh?โ
And how will I get free of these bonds?โ
โYou lied to me by telling me the truth?โ
โMistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake.โ
โIโm not with you, neither am I against you!โ
โYou will go. You will return. Or I will kill her.โ
โI was wrong. Not every soul can be saved.โ
โMaybe you donโt believe in the supernatural?โ
โI may have hadโฆ briefly, mind youโฆ stirrings.โ
โFace is familiar. Have Iโฆ threatened you before?โ
โI cannot save you both. One of you must sacrifice.โ
โYouโve stolen me. And Iโm here to take meself back.โ
โIf not for me, you would never have been capturedโฆโ
โI think you might be better off if you justโฆ stay out of it.โ
โIโm starting to think you donโt know where youโre going.โ
โItโs not the destination so much as the journey, they say.โ
โHave I mentioned, sir, what a lovely daughter you have?โ
โMutiny served me well. It gained me an audience with you.โ
โYour father saved you. Perhaps his soul is now redeemed.โ
โDoes this face looks like itโs been to the Fountain of Youth?โ
โDid everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it, again.โ
โYouโre the one who insisted on bringing the bloody mermaid!โ
โIf I donโt kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am.โ
โHow is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me?โ
โCaptain, I wish to report a mutiny. I can name fingers and point names.โ
โSeeing as how youโre still alive, I say itโs all been very successful thus far.โ
โYou demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted.โ
โI thought I should give you fair warning, weโre taking the ship. Nothing personal.โ
โNo, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More likeโฆ All right feelings, damn you.โ
โYou broke free of your bonds thirty minutes ago, waiting for the precise moment to pounce.โ
โYou know the feeling you get when standing in a high place, the sudden urge to jumpโฆ I donโt have it.โ
โMy God, you will not take her. If you have taken her, give her back. Give her backโฆpleaseโฆโ
โI be placed in a bewilderment. There I were, resting. And upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck.โ
โSailors abandoning their posts, without orders, without leave. Men before the mast, taking the ship for themselves.โ
โBetter to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being alive to the infinite mystery of it all.โ
We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this.โ
Such beauty. Surely you are one of Godโs own creations and not a descendant of those dark creatures who found no refuge on the Ark.โ
i need to actually add them to my carrd but i've quietly added an.ne bon.ny (black sails) & woo.des rog.ers (black sails) bc someone not to name names @criticalfai1ure dragged me into pirate hell.
if anyone ever asks wyatt what's in his pants in modern timelines, he will not flinch when saying "a designer d*ck. is yours off the rack or is that just your personality?"
Nailed it.
@w4stelanders / โย ย what if we leftย โฆย ran away ? โ
it's the sort of thing that can only be said in the middle of the night. fingers locked together, the only light a dim camping lantern that illuminates norm in profile from this angle. his knuckles sting anew at the mere thought of leaving. this doesn't feel like a simple separation, instead a sentence to death by exile. vault 32 might as well be an ocean away--- a thing he cannot begin to fathom even after many hours spent staring at the paper constructs of a world unknown beyond and above this place. far away from everything he's ever known. wyatt never thought of himself as claustrophobic until this moment. the thought of how small a vault might feel alone, losing the one person he has left. โย ย you don't mean that. โ
not an insult, a statement of fact. he wants him to mean it more than anything but if norm wouldn't leave for lucy then why would he go now ? if it was about hank he would understand that spiteful, stubborn urge to stay but surely he wouldn't leave for him. for this. for the echoes of a kiss like the doomed lovers that time forgot. forging a path in a world unknown, and alone. maybe they would find lucy, or hank, or the raiders, but in a world so vast it seems utterly impossible that anyone would find each other.
โย ย where would we even go ? at least here it's... โ he wants to say safe, but he can't even force the word out. not in a convincing way. โย ย ...here we know where we belong. there's food, and shelter, and--- i mean fuck who am i kidding ? i'd give it all up in a second if i knew how to get through the goddamn door. โ
the best thing about wyatt and norman is that while wyatt coming out to him is actually an overall touching moment, rather than saying "i'm gay" wyatt when discussing his type says "you know those old cowboy movies? the ones with cooper howard? not that guy." literally came out to norman by (lightly) dissing his future brother-in-law.
gender, sex, the post-apocalypse, & you !
a complex meta about the dynamics and complications of not being cisgender and/or heterosexual specifically within the confines of a vault like 33 ( and by extension 32 ). this meta will be discussing complex interactions with gender, sex, and sexuality on a cultural and physical level. this is up to and including discussions of dysphoria, mentions of implicit and explicit reproductive coercion, self medicating, and unsafe binding methods.
๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.
[ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ก ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".
@critica1neutra1 radio transmission found : โย ย it was just our turn being blamed for a world we had no power in. โ - also wyatt <3
THEY'RE BACK TO SQUARE ONE &. NORM FEELS POWERLESS AGAIN. he's hiding in the basement while his world ends around him , unable to do a goddamn thing. &. he's so TIRED of losing people he loves.
โ she has to know how transparent this is. i mean , we CAN'T be the only ones who can see this isn't about โ repopulation โ &. all that other bullshit. โ norm roughly drags his fingers through his hair , the closest physical show of frustration he can give to wyatt's wall punching. โ what the hell are we gonna do... ? โ
unreal unearth.
โย ย they don't see it because they don't want to--- they want to hide from anything uncomfortable and pretend it's all fine. and that's exactly what they're going to do. because it's what they always do. โ wyatt's knuckles sting, a sharpened thing under the skin that could have easily resulted in broken bones. it didn't help anything, didn't dull the ache of the inevitable, it didn't even dent the fucking wall. there are options, but all of them are terrible. ill fitting roles and uncomfortable questions abound.
โย ย what can we do ? โ he hates that it sounds like giving up, but that's why he punched the wall, isn't it ? the realization of the inevitable and the primal urge to claw his way out of the open grave that he's been assigned. โย chet doesn't even have the key anymore--- we're out of options. โ
@critica1neutra1 radio transmission found : โย ย i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute. โ - wyatt
โ YOU COULD'VE DIED , โ he says automatically , fear sharpening his tone. โ the wastes could have killed you , the raiders could have , fucking mutant bears , THAT idiot ! โ he gestures aggressively in the general direction of max is in the other room.
he wishes his first instincts were kinder. that he could say something soft back or accept wyatt's journey at face value. hell , he TOLD HIM how to get out , what did he think would happen ? he can hardly be angry now. it wasn't even that the wastes had hardened norm ; he's always been like this.
he sighs &. looks down , twisting the rag he'd been using in his hands. the blood tinged water leaks out to drip down his fingers.
โ i... i'm sorry. i wanted you to get out too , in case i didn't โ i'm glad you're HERE now. โ he glances up with the smallest of smiles. โ ...even if you look like shit. โ that's only partially true. with most of the blood &. dirt cleaned off his face , he looked... really good.
unreal unearth.
it's been a long time since he's heard one of norm's lectures--- too long. wyatt wants to capture it, commit it to memory one syllable at a time until it etches itself into the hollows of his bones. he's still not entirely certain how awake he is. if he's projecting his face, his voice, onto an unassuming good samaritan--- but it feels all too real to be a hallucination. for once, he gives thanks for the aches, his mouth twisting into a smile even as he's chastised and his lips burn with effort. the waste is unforgiving, even in relative shelter.
โย ย ---and here i was thinking i misread that grand gesture of yours. at least, that's how i chose to think of it... whichever one of you finds this was a little impersonal but i was willing to let it slide. โ he laughs at his own joke, and his ribs ache with the motion. it's been too long since he laughed. โ ---you look great by the way. i would have dressed up for the occasion if i had known. pretty sure customs up here say that it's the bloodier the better right... ? just lost in translation it's not supposed to be mine.ย โ
his shoulders flex tentatively and the muscles cry a half-hearted protest. he doesn't know when they found him, how long he'd been out for and with the pip boy now lost to the hands of raiders looking for something more interesting, he wouldn't dare to hazard a guess. โย ย the tracking was clever, by the way, i've been following behind for a while... even got close a few times but there was always something. almost felt like being in the vaults again. always a hurdle away... still kept count though. 53 days... probably lucky i made it that far. โ
