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mia crosses her arms proudly as she stands next to her father. she knows that the men on the ship fear him more than her but her aunt anne has been teaching her a thing or two and if anyone dared to fuck with her goat, they’d learn to be afraid of her too. sometimes she thinks they forget she’s tiny and quick. sneaky. that’s her advantage. that and being the captain’s daughter. which also adds another layer to the young girl. her personality, already too similar to her father’s before knowing him, is slowly morphing into a feminine copy of his. 

when the crew is gone, she glances up at her dad and smiles. “Uncle Jack is taking him for a bath. I wanted to help but he said I’d make a mess even though I promised to help clean if I did.” she sighs and straightens her top a little scratching at her side.

“Once he’s back, I’m going to feed him. He needs to know he’s loved.” she nods seriously before frowning a little. there was another matter besides the goat that she needed to address with the elder. one that’s she’s been confused about for days. “Daddy,I have to tell you something....”

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mia glances up at the sound of her father’s voice and sees the note dangling from his fingers. popping up, she walks over and takes it from him with a serious nod. 

“You’re right, I should add a warning…” seconds later, she’s scribbling a couple extra words so it now reads, ‘don’t fuck the goat, lads. Or else.’ proudly, she presents it to her father. “That should work now. Gotta protect, Louis.”

Captain Charles Vane of the Fancy is a feared man, a man that inspires dread in the hearts of those that dare to cross him. His name carries with it a feeling of impending doom. All across the ocean, grown men are reduced to quivering, begging fools by Vane’s hand. 

And so, to say that Charles Vane fears only one soul in the whole world is to say a great deal. Not even he dares to question or test the small fingers that plucks the note from his own weathered and scarred hand. 

He is completely silent as the small girl amends her memorandum. So too, is the crew who stand, slack-jawed in terror. 

Louis. Ah, yes, his daughter’s newly declared pet—the ship goat that Jack insisted on bringing along  ( that Jack had also encouraged Mia to adopt as her  own ). 

So as not to undermine Mia’s authority, Vane stares down his crew  ( really, these things should be self explanatory but it seems that they aren’t ).

“ Anyone in violation of this new article, ”  he’s dangerously close to infringing on the sanctity of the crew’s democratically determined articles, but that’s an issue for the Quarter Master to sort later and Jack will handle it just fine he wagers,  “ will find themselves at the mercy of Mistress Mia. ”

With the crew dismissed, he turns again to Mia—this time with his own authority firmly in place.  

“ Where has Louis gone? He’s not in the hold. ”

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mia glances up at the sound of her father’s voice and sees the note dangling from his fingers. popping up, she walks over and takes it from him with a serious nod. 

“You’re right, I should add a warning...” seconds later, she’s scribbling a couple extra words so it now reads, ‘don’t fuck the goat, lads. Or else.’ proudly, she presents it to her father. “That should work now. Gotta protect, Louis.”

The notice was penned neatly on a scrap of paper and attached to the door with a bent nail.

‘ don’t fuck the goat, lads. ’

Charles stares at it for a solid minute—blinking just to be sure that he’s not misread the memorandum. No, he realizes, he has not misread it. Unceremoniously, he plucks the notice from the door and turns to face the crew.

“ What, ”  he says through gritted teeth,  “ the fuck, ”  his fingers constrict around the note,  “ is this? ”

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♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ( for mia )

meme | Accepting 

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[mia is enraged. upset. hurt. but she’s never been good at expressing those feelings. never been good at just...opening up. so instead she makes a run for it. she wants to get away. before the tears fall. before anyone sees how badly she’s been affected by earlier situations. but her father is quicker. his arms grab her by the waist preventing her escape and she finds herself thrown over his shoulder. for a moment she’s startled but, as he begins to walk, she snaps out of it. limbs begin flailing as she tries to pinch, punch, kick and bite any part of him she can. her nails dig into his shirt and a loud screech leaves her. she needs to break away. she needs to run. she wriggles and writhes trying her best determined not to give up. she can’t. it’s just not in her.]

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Hey, so…. @deathisachoice and I have this verse were Charles and Eleanor have a daughter. I posted Mia’s bio and they’ve posted the verse on their blog but if you’re interested in playing along…..Eleanor….Jack…..Hell, Teach! Hit me up!

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Hey, so…. @deathisachoice and I have this verse were Charles and Eleanor have a daughter. I posted Mia’s bio and they’ve posted the verse on their blog but if you’re interested in playing along…..Eleanor….Jack…..Hell, Teach! Hit me up!

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Amelia Grace‘Mia’ Guthrie/Vane

             Amelia was born a lie. A secret. Her mother, an 18 year old woman, found herself pregnant by a young pirate in Nassau and was secreted away to family in Boston to have the child. After the girl was born, she was given to a relative and told that her mother had died and that she was simply an orphan. Her life wasn’t all sunshine and daisies though. Mia was outgoing. Wild. Free. She hated being cooped up, loved climbing trees and running barefoot and the people she called Aunt and Uncle couldn’t stand it. When it became clear that scolding the girl wouldn’t work, punishments became more aggressive with her uncle determined to ‘beat the wild’ out of her….literally. When she was six, her uncle died and she was left with her Aunt Victoria who didn’t believe in the beatings but resorted to either locking Mia in a closet or having her stand in a corner holding a pot of water over her head. But it still didn’t keep Mia from sneaking out, running barefoot and stripping down to swim in the river. When she was ten, things changed. Her grandfather came with a man who told her that he was her father. He took her away to Nassau and for the first time, Mia was allowed to be herself. Things that had been frowned upon were celebrated. She learned to fight. She learned to sail. She had a family that cared about her and let her be her. And she loved it. ____ MODERN VERSE: Mia is the only daughter of divorced parents. She had such a happy life until things just…fell apart. Her dad moved out. Her mom got a new boyfriend. And everything just keeps changing. She doesn’t want this. She wants her old life back. She wants her mom and dad to be together. She wants her old life. And now…her mom is planning on marrying this new guy and it’s just…too much. Maybe she can do something to push her parents back to each other and bring back the normalcy she’s missing.

People currently involved in these verses: @deathisachoice

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➤ // HISTORICAL MEME //

Bold all that apply Italicize all that apply somewhat or in certain verses

Repost, don’t r/b!

MIA:

MEDIEVAL. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds.  loose ponytails.  sunlight seeping through the curtains.  chapped lips.  walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries.  black and white reruns.   huge sweaters.  the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE. freckles.   the sun rising. watching the sea.   taking photos of the city. historical museums.  bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons.  tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids.  going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE. dark hair.  a little sophisticated.  always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim lights. colourless photographs.  fancy furniture.  pale skin.   hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room.  mischievous looks.  bitten nails.   candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.  

CLASSICAL. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup.  laced clothing.   modern architecture. light hair.   watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens.   old films.   ancient marble sculptures.   expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.  

ROMANTIC. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses.  reading collections of poetry late at night.  loose hair. carpeted floors.  attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

TAGGED BY:  @deathisachoice​

TAGGING: ANYONE WHO HASN’T

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Amelia Grace‘Mia’ Guthrie/Vane

             Amelia was born a lie. A secret. Her mother, an 18 year old woman, found herself pregnant by a young pirate in Nassau and was secreted away to family in Boston to have the child. After the girl was born, she was given to a relative and told that her mother had died and that she was simply an orphan. Her life wasn’t all sunshine and daisies though. Mia was outgoing. Wild. Free. She hated being cooped up, loved climbing trees and running barefoot and the people she called Aunt and Uncle couldn’t stand it. When it became clear that scolding the girl wouldn’t work, punishments became more aggressive with her uncle determined to ‘beat the wild’ out of her….literally. When she was six, her uncle died and she was left with her Aunt Victoria who didn’t believe in the beatings but resorted to either locking Mia in a closet or having her stand in a corner holding a pot of water over her head. But it still didn’t keep Mia from sneaking out, running barefoot and stripping down to swim in the river. When she was ten, things changed. Her grandfather came with a man who told her that he was her father. He took her away to Nassau and for the first time, Mia was allowed to be herself. Things that had been frowned upon were celebrated. She learned to fight. She learned to sail. She had a family that cared about her and let her be her. And she loved it. ____ MODERN VERSE: Mia is the only daughter of divorced parents. She had such a happy life until things just…fell apart. Her dad moved out. Her mom got a new boyfriend. And everything just keeps changing. She doesn’t want this. She wants her old life back. She wants her mom and dad to be together. She wants her old life. And now…her mom is planning on marrying this new guy and it’s just…too much. Maybe she can do something to push her parents back to each other and bring back the normalcy she’s missing.

People currently involved in these verses: @deathisachoice

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deathisachoice‌:

Grown men have cowered in fear at the mere mention of the name Charles Vane, others have sought their own end rather than be subject to his will, many more yet know that his is a presence to be feared—never in his days has he garnered a giggle. Were he a prideful man, he might need to dust off from such a sturdy blow to his ego—instead, he narrows his eyes.

Despite her show of nonchalance and bravery, Charles can see that she is as uncertain as he. Her eyes hide much, but he has had practice with where to look in those of her mother. 

“ Uniforms are for men that do not own their fate. Those men are captain in name only. ”   Charles isn’t sure why he feels the need to defend his position to this child, simply that he cannot think of a reason why he wouldn’t offer up an explanation.   “ I’m not bound by their rules—or by anyone else’s. ”

“ Your coward grandfather bartered his life for your location. I am here because Nassau is your birthright—it is time that you are returned to her and she to you. ”

[mia takes a moment to process his words, eyes glancing over at her grandfather who seems unable to make eye contact with her anymore. it’s that that tells her that all this is true and she’s....disgusted. she doesn’t realize a scowl has made its way on her face but she’s clearly displeased.]

[she’s about to speak again but her Aunt Victoria, who’s been silent thus far, has suddenly remembered how to speak. her eyes are wide and her mouth is drawn tight as she yanks mia behind her almost too aggressively.]

             ❝ I beg your pardon?! Have you lost your mind, Richard? She won’t be going. At all. This is complete madness. A little girl has no place there. And how dare you bring this....this....scoundrel here and expect me to hand Amelia over to him? You and your daughter have done so much damage to the family name and you want to add to that now? Absolutely not!❞

[she lets out a scoff prepared to stand her ground and mia is irked. something about the man’s words, her father’s words, appeal to her. she doesn’t imagine he’d make her recite prayers in french or spend hours embroidery for absolutely no reason. but she also knows that going with him could be scarier than not. what if he’s worse than her uncle had been? but maybe he won’t be. he came all this way for her. a man like her uncle wouldn’t do something like that. but her aunt....she knows the woman means what she says. knows that she’ll lock mia in the basement before letting a man like her father take her anywhere.]

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Okay. I have to run a few errands and wash my hair but I’m gonna do some stuff today!!! Like this for a starter!!!!! Xoxox

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Young Jack Sparrow: The Pirate Chase by Rob Kidd starter prompts ( 2 / 2 ) 

Haven’t got the nerve for it, have you, pretty?

Ye can’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love, a pirate can love no one!

A pirate can love no one.

Take a step back here and reconsider, eh?

Remember the law in these parts?

Be a shame to deprive them of the hanging of a pirate, wouldn’t you say?

I know what sort of person you are. You wouldn’t kill someone in cold blood. Not like this.

That’s why you’re not going to kill him. Because you’re better than he is.

Until they hang ye, I will hate ye, every day. And after the hanging, maybe I’ll have some peace.

I killed him, just the same as if I’d cut his throat.

It doesn’t count if you didn’t mean to kill him.

It’s a rule somewhere. In some sort of code or rule book somewhere.

He could be alive. Stranger things have happened, right?

The living and the dead aren’t as separate as you think.

Are you just trying to find a way to break it to me gently?

Shall we take a walk? I believe fresh air might prove bracing.

Oh, they were just doing some grave robbing.

You’re safe, thank goodness.

Besides, after all we’ve been through – aren’t you just a little curious?

Well then, I gather it’s as good a day as any to become a grave robber.

Thank everything blessed and cursed that you aristos learn all those bloody dead languages!

What is that supposed to mean?

The only useful thing you could’ve absorbed in your high-and-mighty education, and you didn’t learn it.

Oh, you’ve no imagination at all.

Some lads just can’t resist showing off for the lasses. And usually it’s the lads with the least to brag about.

We’ve never known what we were doing before, why should we let that stop us now?

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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deathisachoice‌:

Richard Guthrie was a shit. In all the years Vane has known him he has never trusted a word the man has said. To trust him now–Vane wasn’t sure what made this different from any other like the man has told. ( perhaps it was the possibility that swayed him ). The Ranger set sail for Boston late at night on a skeleton crew and without so much as a word to Jack or Anne. Aboard the ship–the very man that Vane was determined to kill. And over what? A passing fantasy? A chance in hell that maybe it had been more than a business arrangement for her? 

Of course Guthrie had insisted on waiting offshore until nightfall–the man couldn’t risk being seen aboard the Ranger and frankly, Vane wasn’t too interested in being seized at port. Uncertainty settled deep in Vane’s gut, curtailed his temper to something just a bit shorter and more volatile than usual as the sun went down. Like all things that involved Eleanor, Vane hadn’t fully rationalized this meeting, hadn’t exactly determined what he hoped to achieve, or more uncertain yet–what he hoped to take away. 

There was, of course, the question of paternity. While he’s dead certain that he is a possible candidate, he knows he’s not the only possible candidate. And, given their current stalemate, he won’t mistake the potential that even in this, she has fucked him. 

Guthrie’s manor is large and pretentious and exactly the sort of facade that Vane would much rather see burn. Vane is greeted by the most disagreeable shrew of a woman he’s ever laid eyes on. He bristles almost instantly when the woman speaks–though he takes instant note of the name on her thin, chapped lips: Amelia. 

She’s only a wisp of a thing–young, bony limbs ( covered in faint cuts and scrapes ), dressed in what Vane suspects was supposed to be a clean dress judging by the scowl on the shrew’s face. Thin and unruly brown hair frames a gaunt and angular face. Staring at him with a look that speaks of defiance and fearlessness are Eleanor’s eyes. On this small girl, the look startles him. He’s seen it countless times before but never on something so small and delicate. 

When she speaks he knows that she is his. For a girl so small she is full of an anger and a determination that he has only known of himself. A brief silence falls over the small gathering as Vane searches for something to say in response. He settles finally on squaring with her–he knows instinctively that anything else would be an insult to both her and him.   

“ Captain Charles Vane of the Ranger. ”

“ Your father. ”

[mia is confused by the silence following her question. as if everyone is trying to think of a suitable response which usually means someone will lie. everyone lies to little girls. and they lie to themselves about why they do.]

[finally, the strange man speaks and she can’t help the giggle that escapes her. she probably shouldn’t laugh. he looks like a man most people don’t dare to laugh at but she can’t help it. the ranger. it sounds so silly to her. but ship names are always silly. strange.]

[her amusement is short lived as he speaks again. her father? it catches her off guard. it’s the last thing she expects him to say and yet...she knows it to be true. she can’t explain why but as she looks at him..she knows. His nose is hers. His hair is hers. His face is hers. She looks like no one in her family and then this strange man shows up and suddenly her face makes sense.]

[another quiet moment passes and then she takes a step towards him eyeing him up. her eyes glance towards her grandfather and he gives a slight nod confirming the other’s words are true. this man is her father. she has questions. but those can wait.]

              ❝ You don’t look like a captain. I’ve seen them at the docks. You seem less....boring.❞

[she stops directly in front of him and something about him intimidates her just slightly. but she won’t show it. she can’t. a part of her wonders why he’s here now. what’s changed that he suddenly wants to make his presence known. her aunt hasn’t stopped her yet and mia plans to take full advantage of the woman’s silence.]

              ❝ Why are you here?❞

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[normally, mia is good at sneaking in and out of the house. slipping out the window. taking off into the treeline for hours after her aunt has gone to bed. she knows how long to take. how much she can do. it’s her few hours of freedom. no uncomfortable dresses. shoes pinching her toes. her hair isn’t pulled back too tight. she’s free. but tonight....something is wrong.]

[there’s a candle lit in the window and she’s unsure of why. her aunt should be fast asleep. carefully, she tiptoes on bare feet towards the backdoor unwilling to risk the small noise caused by going in the window. hoping that she can slip in and up unaware. though, perhaps, her aunt already knows she isn’t there.]

[she’s barely closed the door when she hears the shrill voice call her name and she knows she’s been caught. knows what comes next. a part of her considers darting out the door but she doesn’t. she’d rather take her punishment in defiance. as she always has. stiff upper lip. no fear.]

[her back straightens as she walks into the living room, a nine year old girl, stubborn and determined not to show any submission to her aunt. though, she must be a sight, mud covered feet, cuts and scrapes on her legs and hands, only in her night clothes with leaves in her hair.]

[she enters the room but stops short when she sees that her aunt is not alone. she recognizes one face. her grandfather. the father of the mother who died when she was born. but the other. she doesn’t know. a frown makes its way onto her face as her head tilts, eyes on the unfamiliar man.]

               ❝ Who are you?❞

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