*flint voice* our golden age of piracy is collapsing

Our glorious "places like this aren't meant to last" "on sand nothing is fixed" "we're all just thieves awaiting a noose" "civilization is coming. and it means to exterminate us" "and when that veil drops altogether, they will come for more" vs their pedestrian "our age of bronze....is collapsing"

LIKE IDK. I have been in fandom related spaces for a decade plus and never once in that time have I taken a detailed "hear me out on this fic idea" post by someone else to be a) a call for fic recs for stories that are kinda similar or b) an invitation for me to go write the idea myself unless the post explicitly included an 'I want to read a fic where...' statement. How is this not Basic Fandom Manners 101?????

A guy's really gotta put a wholeass In this post I am sharing an idea for a fic I'd like to write. This is neither an invitation for you to write this story yourself nor for you to reblog my post and rec your favourite related topic fics under it in every fic idea post these days huh 🙄

do me a favor and reblog this and put in the tags what time it is for you and what you're currently doing/thinking about

If this pops up while you’re scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.

what if you 🫵 were a police officer temporarily transferred to work in a constabulary based in the town where you dropped out of uni, and you had to investigate a lecturer at the same college you attended, and you realised his wife was the same opera singer whose voice you have listened to for years, the same voice that got you out of one of the darkest moments of your life, and after a long investigation pushing you past the limits of what you can stand to see and what unveils the corruption at the heart of many higher-ups in the constabulary and in the government, you try to quit and you end up going to the opera singer's house and you practically confess your love to her and try to kiss her, but then after more investigating it's revealed she was the killer all along, the same woman who helped you survive being the woman responsible for the brutal and jealousy-driven murder of a 15-year old, and you walk onto stage after her final performance and give her a rose as you personally escort her off and then she hangs herself in the jail cell. like personally I would not have accepted that job in oxford after all that.

and for my favorite character: failed suicide attempt and erectile dysfunction