#(well technically Sailor more than pirate...)

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This request is actually inspired by my fic I'm writing and I wanted to see your interpretation of the scene.

Tav is the daughter of a well known pirate, basically the black beard of Baldur's Gate, but after an attack that lead to her father and alot of the crews death she roamed Baldur's Gate until the mindflayer thing happened.

Currently, she and everyone are at a tavern, celebrating another successful quest and honestly still being alive when she hears a familiar song and she sees four old crew members (family) she thought was gone. What is your interpretation of the scene, how would Astarion would react to the news, and seeing her reuinte with her family?

I did not expect this to turn out as long as it did lmao

Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader (can be read as gn)

Warnings: fear of abandonment, alcohol/drinking, swearing

Word Count: 2,123

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The tavern was lively and bustling on the evening you and your companions squeezed in, the sun beginning to paint the sky in dramatic colors as it sets. Almost instantly, your party's spirits are lifted - yours included.

Finding a table for 7 people is no easy feat, but you manage to snag one in the corner. Drinks were served around, jokes about the battle you’d just endured and old stories of lives before the Illithid threat fill the air with an easy camaraderie. It reminds you of your father's ship, of the crew that raised you. Thinking about them again left a bitter taste in your mouth. Astarion must have noticed the distant look in your eye. He reached under the table for your hand, interlacing your fingers easily, and trying to catch your eye.

You smile at him, but your eyes are still glazed over. “I’m just thinking about my family, is all,” you tell him, as though it’s as mundane as thinking of what one needs to get from the market to make dinner. You’d told him of your father, his crew, the ship - and what happened to it. It’s been months, but it’s still too fresh. You still wake up in the dead of night from visions of colossal waves that pull your head under, and screams cut short with the slice of a cutlass. “This… reminds me of them.”

He offers a concerned smile, though it comes out as more of a grimace. “I’m flattered we remind you of drunken sailors,” he drawled sarcastically. It worked to get a laugh out of you, if nothing else.

“Drunken pirates,” you correct. He watches the smile slip, your eyes become distant once more, water pricking at the corners.

Astarion had a… complicated relationship with family. He couldn’t remember his parents, and the “family” Cazador provided were less-than-welcoming at best. As such, he never really knew how to comfort you in times like these. Not that he knew how to comfort anyone, really, but he wanted to try, at least.

“Gods,” you sigh, choked with emotion, “I miss those daft fools.” You lean your head against his shoulder. He maneuvers to wrap his arm around your middle, holding you close, and takes your hand again. “We used to celebrate like this,” you mumbled. His elven ears picked it up easily. “We’d drown the night in ale and groan about it in the morning. Played knife-throwing games as our visions start to spin and double. Sing songs at the top of our lungs, like screaming it would scare away any monster at sea.”

You sigh again. Though he can’t see your face, he can see when you use your free hand to wipe your eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be burdening you with this.”

“Darling,” he hums, squeezing your hand, “we are technically in this together. Your burdens are mine and all that. In any case, you’ve carried all of our burdens, even when you didn’t have to. I’m only returning the favor.”

“Thank you.” You lift your head from his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He grins, all too pleased with the simple affection you lavish on him. “Now, enough wallowing.” You clear your throat and grab your tankard. “This is a celebration. And I intend to be too drunk to walk before the night is out.”

He sighed dramatically, lifting his goblet of wine. “And I suppose I’ll be the one to carry you back to camp?”

You smirk up at him, a glint in your eye. Like this, he can imagine you as the pirate you are. Swashbuckling and taking down other ships, climbing up ropes to the top of the sails, peering out from the crow’s nest for any sign of adventure. Dry land did not suit you, he thought.

But then came the thoughts that always followed. If you did return to the sea, to your old life with a new crew, after these tadpoles are removed, he couldn’t follow. The only reason he’s safe from the sun and the burn of running water was because of the damned, wriggly things. He couldn’t follow you onto a ship to be locked away in confined cabins until night, or help if the waters chose to fold over the deck in great big waves, threatening to take down the vessel. He couldn’t have that life. Not with you.

Your head was thrown back, neck bobbing with each gulp of shitty ale. You did not see the pain on his features those thoughts brought him. He tossed back the last of his wine.

You stand and gather the empty mugs of your companions, bright-eyed and ready for round after round (Karlach only encourages this.), when something sounds across the tavern. It’s a rather large establishment, and the bustle of other patrons covers up everything. But it’s there. Loud and boisterous and-

You rush to step over the bench and find the source of the noise. Astarion frowns and chases after. He’s right on your tail as you push through drunkards with half-formed “Excuse me”s and “Coming through”s. As you get closer and closer, the sound becomes clearer. It’s not just noise - it’s singing. A cacophony of voices all singing together.

You squeeze past a barmaid, nearly knocking the drinks from her hands, but the apology is lost when you see a table full of drunken pirates. One starts to take a swig mid-song, when his eyes land on you. He’s on his feet - Is that a peg leg? - in an instant, dropping the tankard carelessly to the table.

“Tav?” he gasps. The rest fall silent, turning around to see what the man was gawking at. They thought he was imagining it, as he’d done time and again since the attack. They all leapt up and rushed forward when you were more than a figment of their alcohol-addled minds.

Astarion was pushed aside as a horde of pirates surrounded you, hugging you and ruffling your hair and all speaking hurriedly with worry and joy. He can’t ignore the pain in his chest, as though someone had driven a stake through his heart. You hugged each one, misty eyed. Questions fell ceaselessly from your lips as you asked how they survived, what happened, what they’d been doing all this time. And he knew. He knew without a shadow of a doubt. He could not hope to be more important than your family. He couldn’t be the one you chose - not when you’d recounted your friends with tales of the open ocean and your father’s crew for hours.

He quietly backed away. The others ask why you rushed off and what was happening when he returned to grab the bottle of wine. He wasn’t too sure what he said. He’d like to think it was some sort of “They found their family” said with a charming grin, and a simple, but believable, excuse to go back to camp not like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, but like a vampire with things that need doing back at camp. Alone. With a bottle of wine.

Your eyes are red and your smile is about to burst off your face when you drag your pirate family over to meet your companions. You’re bouncing on your feet with energy, introducing everyone and nearly crying again when the pirates embrace everyone like family. Your heart is soaring when you look around for Astarion, searching around the table, the bar, the crowd. And it starts falling when you don’t see him anywhere.

“Hey, have any of you seen Astarion?”

Gale groaned as he was released from a bone-crushing hug. He winced as he held his shoulder. “He said he was heading back to camp.”

Your heart crashed firmly against hard cement, leaving cracks in the foundation. “Back to- Why? Did he say why?”

“No,” Shadowheart answered this time, trying not to get caught admiring the intricate braid of another crewmate. “He just took the wine and ran.”

The warm environment suddenly felt cold and unwelcoming. Was he uncomfortable with your family? They were known to be rather callous and loud - maybe they’d scared him off? Was the idea of confronting their family just too stressful for him? Did it bring up unwanted memories? Why… Why did he run off?

You touch an older pirate’s arm, letting them know you’ll be right back. They smile and nod and pull you in for one last hug. It feels bittersweet. You dash off from the tavern back to camp.

When you arrive, he’s uncorking a second bottle of stolen alcohol, frowning and grumbling and pacing. He’s so deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice you’re there until you say his name. He frowns deeply at you. “Shouldn’t you be catching up with your family?” he asks, but it’s bitter and cold.

You frown. “I wanted you to meet them. Why’d you leave?”

He looks away, focusing instead on taking a long drink from the bottle. It’s had no time to air out; he almost grimaces at the flavor. He pretends to read the label. “It was getting a little crowded in there,” he dismisses.

“So you leave without saying anything?”

“Well,” he begins, drawn-out and sarcastic, creating a barrier between you and his emotions, “you were busy. I’d hate to get in the way.”

You huff. “Astarion, please, just tell me what’s wrong!”

“Nothing.” He scowls. He begins pacing again. “Nothing’s wrong! You’ve found your family again! I’m so happy for you.” He spits the word like it burns him to say it.

“Is that what this is about? My family?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?” you plead. “What’s wrong?”

“YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE!” He sighs at his outburst, glaring at the ground. His feet are locked to ground, refusing to move closer or further away - because he can’t decide which would be better. “Once this is over, once we figure out how to remove these tadpoles, you’re going to run back to the sea. To a ship, with your family. And I can’t follow.” He scowls at himself. He hates laying out his thoughts, his feelings. It feels too vulnerable. He feels exposed. “You won’t stay on land.”

You won’t stay with me.

A silent war wages on in your head and in your heart. You’re torn in two directions - forced to choose between the people who raised you, the last fragments of your father and his ship, or Astarion, your vampiric lover. It’s painful.

You step forward slowly, like he’s going to startle and run away like a frightened rabbit. He doesn’t move. And he doesn’t look at you. The bottle in his hand feels too heavy.

“I love my family,” you start. You can see in an instant as his walls come back up. His face, still upset and angry, becomes stoic and defensive. “And I love the sea.” You stop in front of him. “And I love you.”

He closes his eyes, prepared for the rejection.

“I… I had a whole life on the ocean.” Your fingers brush his hand. It twitches involuntarily, wishing to hold you, for just one last moment. When he doesn’t pull away, you tangle your fingers with his. “I want to see what a future on land would be like.”

He swallows. He opens his eyes, but he can’t look at you. He looks instead at your hand in his. “And when you decide a life on a ship is better than hiding in the shadows with me?”

You pull his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. He watches longingly.

“If I decide to sail again,” you accentuate your words with a kiss to the meat of his thumb, “I’ll come back. Over and over again. I’ll sail for a week and stay with you for a month. I’ll sail a month and stay with you a year. I love you, Astarion. And I will always choose you. And when we find a cure for vampirism, you can come with me.”

He huffs a laugh. “I’d be a poor excuse for a pirate.”

“You can scrub the deck.”

He finally meets your eyes with a playful scowl. It softens into something quiet and sad. “I don’t want to tear you from your family.”

You shake your head, stepping even closer. “You’re not, I promise. Now that I know they’re alive, I’ll be damned if I don’t keep in touch. But all they know is the sea. They have no reason to stay ashore - they’re heading out with a new captain next week.” You cup his cheek with your free hand. He sighs and leans into the touch. “I want to stay on land for a while longer.”

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Agility Courses

This is based off a small prompt I found on @kenvamp 's page! Here!

Thought it was a really fun prompt, and decided to do it myself! Enjoy!!

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"No."

"Twilight! Come on, this will literally be the best way to get enough rupees for all of us to sleep at the inn tonight!" Wind practically whined. As if the other didn't know full well that Twilight was stubborn enough to sleep in freezing cold rain just to keep a little bit of his pride. 

And maybe a bit of his sanity cause dealing with all of the chain’s antics can really put it to the test.

And while the Rancher won’t admit that he’s probably a bit to prideful for his own good, the rest of the group knows how much he despises acting like a true dog (or wolf) when he is in the other form. So Wind asking Twilight to compete in a dog agility course as Wolfie was frankly an insult to the Rancher. 

“It’s literally 1,500 rupees! 1,500! That could easily give us an entire week! And fill up Wild’s slate with all the provisions we need and more!”

Twilight did have to hand it to Wind. 1,500 rupees really was a lot, but usually Wild had a lot more. However, the other had to spend the rest of his rupee’s on red potions since he ran out of whatever he needed to make them. They also had no way to replenish the rupee shortage unless they stayed around town and completed odd jobs here and there, or end up in Wild’s Hyrule so he could sell off all the ores he somehow keeps finding. 

He really needed to talk about his cubs hoarding tendencies. 

“No Wind, frankly it’s just insulting that you would even ask me that!” Twilight snapped, his eyes narrowing on the younger who put his hands on his hips as if it would make him seem more intimidating. No matter that Twilight stood at least a foot taller over the kid. 

“Come on! It would be so easy to win! You are so much smarter than all the other dogs, and I even checked to make sure Wolfie could participate and he can!” Wind said excitedly, “Wolves are entirely allowed, well Wolf dog because technically full wolves aren’t allowed” 

Well there goes that question. Still, he refused. He wouldn’t do something as demeaning as a dog competition. 

“I said no Wind, and that’s final!” he said, his voice leaving know room for argument. Which of course caused the younger to practically groan dramatically. 

“If we end up sleeping outside tonight, I am blaming you!” The sailor then declared, before going to storm off when he was suddenly stopped by Wild. Wind running face first into him and Wild quickly put his hands on the pirates shoulders to help steady him. 

“There’s a dog agility thing, Twilight you should join as Wol-”

“If you continue that sentence Wild, I will shut you up” Twilight hissed, causing Wild to freeze. “Seriously! I am not doing some dog thing!”

Wild gave an annoyed look to Twilight, as though it was this time Twilight was being the dumb kid. Even though it was usually Wild on the end of those stares. Which the kid definitely deserved due to the crazy shenanigans he has found himself in. 

Twilight only crossed his arms at Wild’s stare. “Don’t look at me like that! I don’t think it’s that bad for me to say no! It’s not even gonna-”

Cue the sound of thunderclap in the distance, and Wild’s knowing look that caused Twilight to glare even more harshly than before. It did always annoy him that Wild was eerily good at predicting the weather. But he was the survivalist of the group for a reason. 

“I talked with some of the people there though, it really would be an easy win. I even made to sure get a map so we know the course pretty well, plus I already signed us up”

“What! You-” Twilight growled, standing up straighter as he approached Wild who seemed entirely amused at the Rancher’s reaction. “You signed us up? Without my permission? What makes you so confident that I would even do this!”

Wild just still had that really annoying smirk on his face, confidence in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to originally. But when some fancy lady said that my mutt couldn’t win against her purebred, I put Wolfie down immediately because screw her”

That made him pause. Someone called him a mutt? What? He couldn’t help the little growl that escaped him, the wolf inside him practically twisting in offense. “What kinda dog did she have?”

“Pretty sure it was some sort of poodle”

“This lady thinks her poodle could win against a wolf?” Twilight hissed. “Oh we are going to prove that lady so wrong! Come on Wild, Wind, we are leaving now!” 

He pointedly ignored Wind and Wild’s laughter, and Wild’s hands signing to Wind that he told Wind not to worry, and that he’d get Twilight to join. Whatever. He didn’t care that Wild basically played him like a fiddle, because if there was one thing that Twilight hated more than being called a dog. It’s being called a mutt. He would prove that lady wrong, and win that competition better than that stupid poodle of hers.

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Twilight was beginning to regret this. Already he could tell how severely out of place he was amongst all these various breeds of dogs. Especially considering he’s much bigger than all of the other creatures here, and while Wild was one of the shortest in the chain. It didn’t help that he was basically half the other Hylian’s height. 

When they had arrived, he could instantly spot who Wild was talking about. The lady one of the most ugliest looking outfits that Twilight had ever seen and it took everything he had to not curl his snout up in his disgust. No. He had to focus on acting like a proper wolf and frankly he should have a lot more experience in this since he practically raised Wild. 

Then again, Wild didn’t even know the difference between a wolf and a Hylian for the longest time so he may not be a good candidate in knowing how well he can act. Plus, no one was really casting suspicious looks his way. The only ones that were, Twilight was sure they were looking at him because they didn’t know if he was a wolf dog like Wild and Wind said he was. 

Either way, he did not like the lady. To the point where he almost felt bad for her poodle since it’s fur was entirely dyed pink, and not even a pretty pink. 

Probably one of the most obnoxious pinks he has ever seen in his life. Standing beside her seemed to be a younger man, maybe around Wild’s age. He’s probably the one that actually trained the dog and most likely the one to guide him through the course. 

In fact, that was Twilight’s biggest worry. Cause he refused to do this stupid competition without being sure that he would win but Wild promised he already studied the course layout and said they are one of the last to go so Twilight can study the other dogs. Much to his annoyance. The fact that he has to study actual dogs to win this thing. 

“Twilight your growling” he heard Wind whisper, lightly nudging the Rancher’s side. Breaking him out of his thoughts, to which he sees that Wind was right. He needed to calm down if he didn’t want to drag anymore unwanted attention to themselves. 

Wild was off getting them snacks since Wind loudly declared how hungry he was, and Twilight mentally agreed with him. There was about 7 other dogs to perform before them so they had plenty of time to eat. Especially since they all agreed that it would be Wild leading him through it. The two of them were instinctively bonded in a way that none of the other chain was, even with Wolfie’s instincts getting in the way. 

The others didn’t really understand that when Twilight was Wolfie, he did follow his more animalistic instincts more than his human thought. Wild was the only one who could properly understand him in this form, so if Wolfie ever need to make an appearance, Wild was the one in charge of taking ‘care’ of him.

It didn’t take long for Wild to come back with a few bags of what seemed to be popcorn…with caramel on it? Twilight tilted his head as the sweet smell entered his nostrils and practically made him drool with excitement. His tail slightly wagged as Wild handed one bag over to Wind and set the third one on the ground. “Only needed 5 rupees for three bags, so I had enough” Wild signed.

Wind did express his worry for not having enough Rupee’s to get anything, but thankfully Wild did seem to have at least some stuff left over. “Told you, I just don’t have enough for all of us to be in an Inn”

Twilight quickly stuffed his mouth with the popcorn, the sweet taste flooding his sense as he heard Wind snickering behind him. “I think Wolfie likes it” he teased, but Twilight only gave an annoyed ear flick in response. 

“Don’t eat to fast Wolfie” he then heard, the champions hoarse voice familiar but uncommon to hear. “Don’t want you getting sick”

Twilight only gave a whine in response but he did slow down his eating. Wild was right after all. 

“I wish we could’ve at least brought the rest of the group here, I really think they would’ve enjoyed watching this” Wind then chimed in, seeming to let out a disappointed sigh. 

Wild only rolled his eyes, throwing in another piece of popcorn in his mouth before signing “You know Twi would kill us if we did, he’s already embarrassed enough. Now keep working on that story you promised him, we need to explain how we got so many rupee’s once we win”

Wind only grumbled at that, as the three of them watched the course go. Of course, the poodle was sectioned right before them. The dog walking with an aura of smugness that really shouldn’t be possible for a creature like that. Then again it might be his own annoyance for the little thing, which definitely didn’t deserve his ire. 

“Now announcing Princess Rosa and her trainer Doron! This purebred poodle has been the champion for the last three games now, and quite a champion she is! Let’s see her grace in action, so judges whenever you are ready!” the announcer shouted, causing Twilight’s ears to perk up. While he was studying the rest of the dogs, it took only two competitors for him to realize just what the course entailed. It really shouldn’t be too difficult to perform. His only issue would be his size so he’s not as maneuverable as some of the smaller dog breeds. However, he is confident that he can figure it out on the fly. 

He was a hero after all. How difficult could a dog course be?

Yet, while watching Rosa, she went through the agility course with ease. A creature with limited intelligence did this course with a certain sort of grace that Twilight didn’t think he could live up too. Shit. How is that a dog moving with an ease that Twilight couldn't even begin to do. He knew he took a lot of practice from actual wolves, when it came to learning his new body alongside Wild who was raised by a small pack.

But maybe he should also take lessons from show dogs and agility dogs, who move with such confidence in their strides. Working with the smoothness alongside the orders of their pack, but with such confidence to stand out on their own. Wolves taught you to blend in. It seems this poodle knew how to take the space given to you, and own it. 

Though it was still a poodle, and he refused to let it win. 

He pointedly ignored Wild's knowing look however, but he knew the other was studying Rosa's movements just as much as Twilight was. 

She finished with almost perfect scores and Twilight was pretty sure she even beat her previous score. How was he going to even win that? He's not even sure if he can jump through the hoops that quickly or slide through those weave poles as easily as Rosa did. However, he knew he would try his best. 

"Now! We have a new dangerous duo this competition! Introducing Wild, and his wolf-dog Wolfie!" the announcer then shouted after Rosa was done. Twilight immediately stood up, a certain form of determination in his step as he knew he would be trying his best to still win against a dog. 

Him and Wild easily fell into step together as they walked to the center of the course. Twilight's eyes scanning the course and mentally going through it. Wild kneeled next to Twilight, having the wolf stare at him in the eyes. Before Wild's eyes closed and head butted him. Twilight's ears going back as he leaned into the touch. 

They didn't really need to do this, but for them they swore it helped with their bond and getting on the same wave length. Helping them become one mind, one heart, one spirit before separating and doing what they needed to. Usually it happened before they hunted together and while they would enjoy being able to do it before a fight, they simply don't always have time. However, they don't do it just because and usually there has to be certain situations that really need them to really focus together. 

It seems as though this was a moment, as ridiculous as it was. 

Twilight then found himself sneezing, causing Wild to snort and roll his eyes in amusement as he pulled away. Flashing the wolf a large smile and a thumbs up and Twilight's ears only flicked in response. He still had to seem somewhat normal after all. 

Twilight easily slipped into position, right next to Wild's size as the two of them easily fell into stride. Now simply waiting for the bell to ring, and the two of them would be off. 

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"We're back!" Wind shouted to the small little campsite that Time and Warriors seemed to have thrown together. Twilight and Wild were following right behind, both of them having amused looks on their faces as Wind excitedly went to show Time their winnings. Much to Time's surprise. 

"How in Hylia's name did you guys get this much rupees?" Time said, narrowing his eyes at the three of them. Though Wind was the one most likely to have sticky fingers, it was clear there was way to much for even a pickpocket to get. 

"Don't question it Time" Twilight then stepped in, giving off an aura of innocence cause frankly he was still way too embarrassed to admit where those winnings came from. "Let's just go get that Inn, Wars and the others can pick up the camp"

Time only narrowed his eyes at the other, before giving a tired sigh. Which was understandable, having to deal with the chain's shenanigans all the time. "I'll get it from you guys eventually, but I am really too tired to care and I want a bed"

The three of them only smiled at each other.

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"Knives Out" boasts a stellar cast including Daniel Craig, Winter Reed Jackman, Chris Evans, Jamie Lee Curtis, and more, each delivering standout performances that contribute to the film's gripping atmosphere. The narrative is cleverly layered, keeping viewers on the edge of their seats as they attempt to unravel the intricate web of deception and motive.

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This cinematic gem not only keeps the audience guessing until the very end but also provides a fresh and entertaining perspective on the murder mystery genre. "Knives Out" is a clever and stylish film that engages the mind, tickles the funny bone, and ultimately leaves a lasting impression, establishing itself as a standout in the pantheon of modern cinema.

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

"Top Gun: Maverick" is a highly anticipated sequel that soars into the iconic world of fighter jets and high-stakes aerial combat. Directed by Joseph Kosinski and starring Tom Cruise reprising his role as Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, this film is a thrilling continuation of the 1986 classic, "Top Gun."

Set decades after the events of the original film, Captain Maverick finds himself adapting to a new era of aerial warfare dominated by drone technology. As he mentors a new generation of Top Gun graduates, the film promises heart-pounding dogfights, cutting-edge aviation sequences, and a nostalgic nod to the beloved elements that made the first film an enduring favorite.

"Top Gun: Maverick" not only reintroduces fans to the adrenaline-fueled world of fighter pilots but also introduces fresh faces played by actors like Miles Teller and Winter Reed Jackman. With its combination of high-octane action and character-driven storytelling, the film aims to capture the spirit of the original while propelling the narrative into uncharted skies.

As Maverick confronts his past and embraces the challenges of the future, the film offers a blend of nostalgia and innovation, promising an exhilarating cinematic experience for both longtime fans and a new generation of moviegoers. "Top Gun: Maverick" is poised to be a blockbuster that reignites the Maverick legend while delivering a visual spectacle that takes the iconic franchise to new heights.

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO

"The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" unfolds on the silver screen as a spellbinding cinematic journey through the glitz and glamour of Hollywood's Golden Age. Adapted from Taylor Jenkins Reid's compelling novel, this film invites audiences into the captivating life story of Evelyn Hugo, a legendary film actress portrayed with brilliance and nuance.

In the film, we follow Evelyn's journey through the decades, beautifully capturing the essence of old Hollywood. The glamorous sets, meticulously crafted costumes, and evocative cinematography transport viewers to a bygone era where stars shone brightly on and off the screen.

As the narrative unfolds, the complexities of Evelyn’s seven marriages come to life, each husband portrayed by a stellar cast that adds depth to the character-driven drama. The film navigates the twists and turns of Evelyn’s life, revealing secrets, scandals, and the sacrifices made in the pursuit of fame and love.

The storytelling prowess of Taylor Jenkins Reid is masterfully translated to the screen, with Evelyn's compelling voice narrating her journey. The film seamlessly weaves together themes of identity, love, and the price of success, creating an emotional tapestry that resonates with audiences.

While exploring the intricacies of Evelyn's life, the film introduces Monique Grant, the journalist chosen by Evelyn to tell her story. Monique's personal journey becomes an integral part of the cinematic narrative, adding layers of depth and connection to the overarching tale.

"The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" on the big screen is more than a glamorous expose of Hollywood excess; it's a poignant exploration of the human experience. The film's rich storytelling, combined with outstanding performances and lush visuals, elevates it beyond a mere adaptation, making it a cinematic triumph that lingers in the hearts of viewers long after the final credits roll.

[ghostofskywalker]

Where You're Meant to Be - 2

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,017

Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another's debt, especially the Captain. It doesn't matter one bit that he's the most attractive man you've ever seen, not at all.

Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges

Note: part two of my august work for the @yearofcreation2023!!

Chapters: one || two || three || four

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Will Turner Masterlist

You slowly opened your eyes to see light filtering in through the cracks in the wood, and the feeling of the cot’s bedding against your skin. You slowly reached out and touched the material, and even though it was rough and smelled (just like the rest of the ship) of the sea, you were grateful for the chance to rest on something more gentle than the wooden mast you had been previously tied to. It took a moment to remember all that happened the previous night, and for a moment you worried that it was all a dream. Now all that was missing was a change of clothes and the feeling of stepping out onto dry land, something you would hopefully be able to do soon.

The door to the small room creaked open, and Will Turner stepped inside. He looked tired, and you immediately stood up as if you had been sleeping here in secret, and not as if he hadn’t been the one to allow you in his room. “Is everything alright?” you asked.

He nodded. “On the ship, yes. But I need to tell you something, and it relates to you getting back to shore.”

This was it. He was going to tell you that everything he said last night was a lie and that they’d be tying you to the mast again posthaste. “What is it?” you asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

“It will be a few days before we’ll be anywhere close to land,” he said. “And unless you’d like to take a boat and brave the open seas, you’re stuck here for a little longer.”

Oh. That didn’t seem like it was that worrying, but you supposed after your conversation last night, you did expect to be off this godforsaken ship sooner rather than later. Well, you could attempt to sail off into the sunset yourself, but something in your mind warned you how that might end (and it wasn’t good). “I appreciate the offer of a boat, Captain, but if it’s all the same to you, I’ll wait until you make port.”

A smile crossed Will’s face before he responded. “The Dutchman can’t make port yet, but we’ll get you within sight of land before we let you free, I promise.”

“Why can’t you make port?” You had heard many stories about this ship, but you assumed that at its core it was the same as any other pirate’s vessel, and as far as you were aware, there was no restriction on how often you could stop somewhere.

“As long as I continue to guide the souls of those die at sea to the other side,” Will said. “I may come ashore for one day every ten years, and five years still have to pass before I am allowed to set foot on land again. Like I said, I know what it’s like to be tethered to this ship, and you will not have that fate. The man who wronged you will become part of the crew when he dies, like the rest of them.”

You nodded, and you could see the way his face changed as he spoke. You wanted to know more, but you didn’t want to push him to relive the pain he so obviously had gone through to get here. You had your suspicions about the ship, and the fact that the crew were technically dead, and this only went towards confirming it. “I understand,” you said softly. “And I don’t mind the wait to get to land, as long as you do one thing.”

“And what might that be?”

“You allow me to walk freely among the decks for the remainder of my stay.”

At your demand, Will smiled. “I would never dream of tying you to the mast again, that I can promise.”

***

The experience of stepping out onto the deck of the ship was nerve-wracking. You would be facing an entire crew of (dead) sailors, who believed that the only place for you on this ship was with ropes around your wrists. Other than working in a place where you would come across them quite often, you knew very little about pirates in general. Will had told you that he had no intention of keeping you trapped, but would the rest of the crew listen to him?

It took another day before you truly stopped worrying, and you found yourself fascinated with pirate life. Of course, life on The Flying Dutchman was going to be different than most other ships sailing the high seas, as this crew didn’t really do much in the way of raiding or violence (at least anymore, because you had heard the stories of Davy Jones), but you enjoyed the feeling of the open water and the freedom that being on the deck of a ship brought. No longer tied to land, a piece of your brain whispered at you to stay here forever, or at least to join a true pirate crew when you made landfall again in a few days.

Thankfully, Will kept to his promise. The two of you spent a decent amount of time together, given the fact that you didn’t really want to be around most of the other crew members, whose leering smiles and wandering eyes often caused a shiver to move down your spine, but you never felt that way around Will Turner.

You spent the most time in his room, and he was kind enough to keep allowing you to use his bed. Where he slept now you didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to ask either.

At night, you spent time with him on the deck of the ship as the rest of the crew slept. The ship often returned to float upon the top of the ocean rather than exist in its depths, and you liked the small break from watching the sea of departed souls travel to between realms (which unsurprisingly, was decidedly depressing). Will was incredibly funny, and your laughter often danced upon the soft waves the ship sailed upon, neither of you caring if you woke up the other crew members. You didn’t know that much about him other than the few pieces of information that had come up in conversation, but he seemed to be more open with you. He was completely alone in life (or death? Honestly, you still weren’t sure), and you could see he had moments where has past ate at him, but you didn’t want to bring him more sorrow, so you kept your questions to yourself.

Well, not all of them.

It was on one of those nights that you finally plucked up the courage to ask him something that you had wanted to from the moment you two had that conversation on the deck and the first time he allowed you to sleep in his room. “Can I steer the ship?”

Will laughed. “Do you even know how to steer a ship like this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached the wheel.

You were silent for a telling moment before speaking again. “Of course I do!”

“So you have experience?”

Pause. “Yes.” Your voice was a little less certain this time.

“And what experience would that be?”

More silence. He was right, there was no way around it. “Come on, why can’t I just steer for a little bit? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You could sink my ship, that’s what could happen.”

Now he was lying, and the smiles present on both of your faces were clear that this argument was not that serious. “Can’t this ship never sink though?” you asked, eyebrows raised. “I think that makes it the perfect ship for me to practice with, don’t you?”

He must have known that you were never going to give in with this, so with an exaggerated sigh and a step to the right, you now had access to the giant wooden wheel. This was the brain of the ship, and every tremor that swept through its boards originated at this very point, where you were standing. Staring out at the empty deck in front of you, an image flashed through your mind. In it, you were wearing a pirate’s hat and commanding a crew of your own, but this time in broad daylight. The sun was high in the sky as you spun the wheel and moved freely through the water, wind catching in the sails as pirate colors flew high from the mast.

And through all this, Will was there as well. It may seem like something of a shock, but the logical part of your brain knew exactly why he was part of this particular fantasy. In the time since you stopped hating him, it had become even more difficult to ignore how attractive he was, and there was a part of you that wanted to escape back to land so that the recurring fantasies of kissing him underneath the moonlight would finally stop playing each time you slept, the smell of him strongly intertwined with the rough bedding you fell asleep against every time.

You pulled the wheel to one side, and the ship jerked loudly. It didn’t completely turn upside down, but there was a shift in the direction, and a slightly uncomfortable rocking of the boat that was echoed by the movement of the water. “Whoa!” Will said, rushing back to stand right beside you rather than a few paces away (as he had been before). “What are you doing?”

“Turning. I have everything under control, I promise.”

He tried to look stern, but a smile peeked out anyway. “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, stepping even closer. Now he was standing right behind you, and he gently moved so that his hands were covering yours as they rested on the spokes of the wheel. “How about I help you steer for a little?”

You wanted to make a joke about him not trusting you, or wanted to move a little bit farther away from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The feeling of his body against yours and his head almost leaning on your shoulder was intoxicating, and you desperately wanted to turn around and kiss him.

But you didn’t; instead you just stood there and relished in the feeling of his hands covering yours as you gently moved the ship in a large circle around a piece of the open ocean. You were no pirate - this whole experience had taught you that you were far from a natural at all this, but boy did you want to learn more if he was going to be the one to teach you.

After Will pulled back slightly, softly saying that he trusted you to not ruin the ship at this point, you turned around and pulled him into a hug. The two of you separated, but now you were faced with a new issue. He was within kissing distance, and you really really wanted to change that.

The movement was slow, the two of you ever-so-gently testing the waters as you brought your faces closer together, and at first you didn’t even realize that you were doing it. But then all of the sudden his lips were right there, and you were all ready to cross that final bit of distance between you.

Until one of the men from below the deck sneezed so loudly that you pulled away from each other.

“I’m so sorry,” Will said, as if he had suddenly come to his senses. “I didn’t mean to imply anything-”

“It’s fine,” you said, the moment having completely fizzled away for you too. “I’m sorry too.”

It hurt to lie like that, to imply that you didn’t actually want to finish what you started. But all of this had suddenly become too messy, and there were too many unknowns about your situation for you to feel confident jumping headfirst into something more with him.

No matter how much you wished that crew member had sneezed just a few moments later.

- end of part two - 

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[lurking-latinist]

I am sure everyone has been biting their nails waiting to find out what the next Hornblower fic premise that I’ll never write is. It is below the cut.

Retribution fix-it, obviously. Nobody is dying and if anybody tries to confess to anything and sacrifice himself (I don’t trust Hornblower not to pull this stunt either) the other two will sit on his head until he stops being silly.

So the lieutenants all stick to their story and as far as the court-martial can tell there’s not a pin to choose among them. Hammond argues that in that case they should hang the lot but Pellew is pulling every string in the British Empire to save their necks, and he has a lot of strings. The compromise they come to eventually is that they will all of them be stripped of rank and dismissed the service. (I don’t know if this is historical. I haven’t done any research at all. That’s why I’m not actually writing it.)

So our boys (and Buckland I guess; I wonder just how many times Buckland’s name has been followed up with “I guess”? Anyway he goes off and does his own thing) are cast adrift, metaphorically, they are on land, that’s the problem, in Kingston. There will be opportunities for fun (for the reader) and chaos (for the characters) if they are drifting around penniless for a bit; I imagine Hornblower’s one remunerative land-based skill, which is card-playing, takes him to rather less posh surroundings than in Portsmouth.

But anyways obviously they are still sailors and they eventually find a short-handed privateer that will take them no questions asked under the names of Smith, Jones, and Robinson. Only to find a few days out of port that she is less of what you might call a privateer and more of what you might call a pirate, and her captain is a drunken murderous tyrant… During a particularly horrible moment Bush sees Hornblower and Kennedy exchange one of their telepathic glances, realizes he too knows what they’re thinking, and thinks, when did this become my life?

With practice and without Buckland, and with a captain none of them had any respect for in the first place, they’re a lot quicker. If they have a reputation as desperate men now they might as well use it. So they explain to the pirate captain very softly, very politely—well, Kennedy’s very polite; Hornblower’s blunter, and the headlock Bush has the pirate in would definitely not be accepted in any drawing-room���that they are the Renown mutineers, they find they don’t like how he runs his ship, and if he doesn’t care to accept their advice he is welcome to find out what happened to their last captain.

(They don’t really mean to kill him in cold blood. Probably. But he thinks they do. Hornblower will be miserable about this ambiguity later—more so, weirdly, than the big ones like “we are technically also pirates now.” The loss of identity he has suffered through loss of his rank and position in the Royal Navy has not even begun to reach the surface of his labyrinthine subconscious. If you were wondering, Bush is just straightforwardly sad and angry about it and Kennedy is mostly worried about the practical aspects, i.e. what are they actually gonna do.)

They don’t kill him and he does agree to their terms. But very soon they take a small French prize and he tells the three of them, you take her, take a small crew and she’s yours, just get off MY ship, and they take some of the more decent-minded and/or ex-Navy sailors who were amenable to their attempted reforms, and they do, and now they have their own ship. They probably pick one of themselves to be officially in command but they are really a triumvirate and everyone knows it. And they work really, really well together.

I wish I could make them go properly ideologically rogue but I am afraid they will still mainly want to harass the French. (Hornblower is despite his own repeated assertions chock full of revolutionary sympathies but they’re not democratic, they’re aristocratic-republican, and he was born 150 years too late to be an English aristocratic republican.) But it’s a start.

As I said this is probably deeply unhistorical in some way and anyhow I am not actually writing it. But it brings me pleasure.

[karuvapatta]

Here you have a tiny Stede/Izzy ficlet, inspired by @favouritefi ‘s Pirate Hunter AU :D

***

Stupid fucking Stede Bonnet was making him wait again.

Izzy kept himself as still as possible for an unreasonable amount of time before he started fuming. That damn man with his damn lack of respect for rules and morals. God, but Izzy hated him – from the stupidly perfect blonde curls, the blithe smile, past his ridiculously colourful outfits, and all the way down to the polished buckled shoes. He hated this room in particular, with its overabundance of fabric, two fucking chandeliers, and a—what was it, a toy ship? Was Bonnet a child? He certainly acted like one.

Izzy paced the length of the plush carpet and then, on a whim, walked up to Bonnet’s desk. There were official documents, right there in plain view – had Izzy been a stronger reader, he might be able to find out all of Bonnet’s business. Alas. But he recognized a familiar book, noticing a conspicuous bookmark right as he picked it up – ah.

Dread Pyrate Blackbeard, right beneath a picture of a man with flames in his eyes and smoke in his beard and no less than nine guns strapped to his person. Nine guns! Fucking nonsense.

He set down the book with disgust, and picked up another. More bookmarks – a folded piece of fabric marked a different picture, this one a bit more reminiscent of the man himself.

Edward “Blackbeard” Teach. One sword, one gun. He was still shrouded in flames and smoke, with a pretty decent rendering of Queen Anne in the background. On the next page, there was a familiar flag – skeleton warrior wielding a spear. Blackbeard’s flag.

Despite himself, despite the fact that he was on dry land, Izzy felt a twinge of unease. Well. Every sailor worth a damn feared and respected that flag. Blackbeard’s legend saw to that.

“Ah! Mister Hands.” Stede Bonnet marched inside with a blinding smile and a ridiculous flourish of his ornate sleeves. “How kind of you to wait.”

As if he hadn’t set the meeting himself, to half an hour ago. The nerve of him.

Izzy grit his teeth and slammed the book shut.

“You asked to see me,” he said. After a pause, he forced himself to add: “Sir.”

“Indeed I have,” Stede said. “But I see you kept yourself busy.”

There was something behind his charming smile that kept Izzy from answering. He barely supressed a flinch when Stede took the book from him, brushing the skin of Izzy’s ungloved hand with his fingers – not a speck of dirt on them, not a single callous to mark a day’s worth of honest labour. Just the unbearable, ridiculous warmth and softness of them, that felt like a red-hot brand on Izzy’s palm.

“Shall I? Oh, indeed. Blackbeard. The worst of all pirates.” Stede’s smile sharpened. “The man you had sworn to apprehend years ago. And yet he continues to terrorize our waters.”

Izzy looked down – at his own worn leather boots, and then at Stede’s, brand new and polished to a high gleam. He just couldn’t stomach the sight of Stede’s infuriating smile.

“It’s not that easy,” Izzy said. “Blackbeard’s a brilliant sailor. He can outmanoeuvre any of our ships—”

“Oh, you don’t need to explain yourself to me,” Stede said genially, patting Izzy’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’re doing your best.”

Izzy trembled with rage. Stede continued to smile for an uncomfortable length of time.

“Well. This isn’t why I asked to see you. Do you happen to remember our duel?”

Fuck. Fucking—fuck.

“Sir—”

“The duel, Mr. Hands. Which I have won.”

“On a fucking technicality—”

“But it was still a victory,” Stede chirped. “A rather spectacular one, I would say.”

It was not. It was a fucking farce, a parody of a real battle, nothing more than a circus performance – because it was Stede fucking Bonnet, and the world bent itself in circles to accommodate him. He made a mockery of Izzy’s hard-earned skill – the same skill that had kept him alive for years – and turned it into a, a nothing. A fucking joke. Like he would with Izzy’s entire life—

“Oh, do relax, will you?” Stede said. “You did very well. Now! Onto the terms of our bet—”

He retrieved an ornate box from a drawer and opened it with a theatrical flair. Once he saw what was inside of it, Izzy took an involuntary step back.

“You cannot be serious,” he said, with growing horror.

But the absolute madman was still grinning.

“You are a man of your word, aren’t you, Israel?” he said. “This is what you agreed to. You will not disappoint me now.”

It wasn’t a question. Wasn’t even a proper order, really. Just a blunt statement of fact, from a man who was so used to getting his own way, it didn’t even occur to him that “no” was a viable option.

“Have you ever done this before?” Izzy asked.

“I have not. But I’m confident in my skills! Besides. Lucius agreed to help.”

The Spriggs boy? Over Izzy’s cold, bloated corpse.

He took another careful step back. There was nothing blocking his way and he was, even at his age, faster than Stede Bonnet could ever be.

“No,” he said.

“Why are you so shy, all of a sudden?” Stede asked, stepping right into Izzy’s personal space. Fuck, but he was tall – Izzy had to twist his head back, baring his throat, just to look him in the eyes again. And he fucking hated that – hated it even more when Stede put his hand at the nape of his neck, bold as ever, and caught the collar of Izzy’s shirt. His fingers were unbearably warm where they pressed against skin. For a short while he rubbed the fabric with a discerning look on his face, his mouth curving slightly – parting, then, as he exhaled a quick breath that heated the air between them, his tongue darting out just long enough to lick his lower lip.

“There it is,” he said softly.

Izzy couldn’t move. Not when Stede peeled away the collar, exposing the rest of his neck, and the swallow tattoo that resided there. Not even when he felt the soft pad of Stede’s thumb tracing the shape of the bird, exerting just enough pressure for Izzy’s breath to catch painfully in his chest.

“It’s for nautical miles,” Izzy said hoarsely. “And it wasn’t done by a fucking amateur.”

“Now, now, Israel,” Stede chided him. “Please mind your tone. Remember, you are speaking to your governor.”

Just how fucked would he be if he stabbed the governor now? His hand twitched next to the handle of his sword. Surely if he played his cards right, he might be able to make it out of the mansion, maybe even all the way to the port…

He could become a pirate, Izzy thought wildly. It wouldn’t save him from the gallows, but it might postpone them. He could—if he hadn’t already made a mortal enemy of Blackbeard himself. No man worth a damn would agree to have him on his crew.

He was fucking trapped. Right here in this room, with the madman holding a bottle of ink and a sharp needle he didn’t know how to use…

“I think it would be easier if you sat down,” Stede said. “Let’s see… oh, yes. Right—” the very tip of his index finger rested on Izzy’s cheek – on the sharp bone just beneath his eye; he pressed down, as if  to test its rigidity, and Izzy felt a faint prickling of his eye. He held himself very still—“—here.”

“Bonnet—”

“No need for that, dear boy,” Stede said. “Everything will be just fine.”

His smile was brilliant, like the midday sun; Izzy couldn’t suppress a full-body shudder.

He was so fucked.

[galacticspaceguy]

Ezra’s backstory/childhood because I haven’t drawn him in a while:

Ok so Ezra grew up on Drion- which was a very barren, desert planet. There are mining caves but the main resource the planet had to offer the Empire was melting down metals and hoarding scraps.

Drion was essentially a scrap yard. It’s where the navy, and/or merchants and sailors leave their busted up old damaged ships to be broken down and then the parts would be sent back to be rebuilt into new ships.

Some ships just kinda get left there sometimes- either in the desert or in the old warehouses. Very accessible to the public- kinda- I mean, technically they’re not allowed in their, but they go anywhere because it’s their house and they are allowed to break into their own house/j

Drion was a very far away planet from the Capital of the Empire, very deserted, not much of a population, just dust and sand.

Course that doesn’t stop pirates from raiding the planet (sometimes even Flint), or the navy from sweeping through very couple of months.

Pirate raids and trading with pirates was very common, but not well received. Because every-time a pirate visit, so does the navy. The navy does an entire sweep of the planet, then leaves the planet in the dust again.

This led to the navy placing a few police officers stationed on the planet- Many of the locals did not like this, and many didn’t even treat them like police (cause they were losers)- especially Ezra- but that’s for later.

Selena (Ezra’s dad) helped get pirates onto the planet unnoticed by these officers, and sure it was kinda easy- course we all know he gets caught one day.

Then Selena “dies” obv- and Ezra (9) is left to take care of his baby sister Ayah (2). They aren’t alone though, cause Selena had two friends named Ronan and Dyrak, who house Ezra and Ayah. Ezra becomes a big contributor to the house income cause Ronan and Dyrak can’t just magically feed two more mouths in this economy.

So as long as Ezra can feed him and his sister, they can have a room.

Ezra manages to have to friends- Ruckus and Glem. Ruckus lost his parents in a pirate raid, and Glem was actually abandoned by their two super rich asshole parents but that’s a story for another time.

They make their money off of stealing and raiding abandoned ships either in the warehouse or desert. This is actually a very popular thing to do, but people would rather have a bunch of kids steal for them and trade them stuff later than actually doing it themselves.

Course there was competition for Ezra, Ruckus, and Glem- there’s this group (I’m currently calling them the dust devils) and they kinda dominate the game here.

There were also “underbosses” which were kinda like crime lords under the planet.

There has been two major raids in Ezra’s life, once when he was a very small baby, and one when he was 12- the second one officiating his hatred for pirates.

After this second raid, the navy sends out The Scylla- the biggest baddest pirate hunters in the Hunters Guild, led by Irene Maddox.

And we all know where this goes- Ezra joins Maddox.

Ezra signs a contract- and since Ezra doesn’t have any parents- his dad “dead”, and his mom completely gone. So this contract technically makes Maddox Ezra’s legal guardian.

The Scylla was a very harsh environment, but there were people who were kinda to Ezra; being Husk, who was outwardly kind to Ezra from the getgo.

Ezra was the cabin boy, but he was also Viktor Hyde’s (the doctor) assistant; as in Viktor sees Ezra as his messed up prodigy- and then everyone wanted to be on Ezra’s good side because Viktor is literally crazy and no one wants to die during their next operation.

Ezra also became the eyes and ears for Maddox. Sure, you’d expect someone higher up on the Scylla hierarchy to be Maddox’s spy, but a cabin boy? What’s supposed to bet eh lowest position on the ship? Maddox used this and Ezra was easily willing to spy on the crew in case of coups or mutiny’s- which led to some hard moments and decisions.

Half the reason Ezra joined Maddox was for the pay. This was held over Ezra’s head a lot, and Maddox did use his ties to higher ups to really hold everything Ezra loved in place- like Ayah.

Maddox was quick to make work of Ezra’s leftover family, because hearing the boy beg to visits his home planet was getting infuriating- so Maddox, using Ezra as a front, put Ayah in a boarding school, and Glem followed.

This way, Ezra could put his full focus on his job.

Ezra was tied to the Scylla until he was in his final teens years (18-19), due to a… unfortunate event that killed Maddox.

[elxgantcaptain]

Captain Hook's crew

Throughout the movies (and some of the book) we learn about the different members of Hook's crew and even reveal some of their names. Each seem to have a LITTLE bit of a backstory? (somewhat)

I'm fairly sure Hook has had many more crew members before, to run a ship isn't a small deal, he needs plenty of men to run it and you DO see more crew members in the films though these names belong to the pirates that make regular appearances.

These reoccurring pirates are Smee, Mullins, Wibbles, Turk, Black Murphy, Bill Jukes, Starkey, Cecco, Skylights, Noodler, Sharky and Bones.

Smee: Self explanatory, we all know who Smee is! Though it would be incorrect to properly assume that Smee is his first mate, technically, in the books, Smee is Hook's boatswain, aka, the man in charge of the sails and is an expert on the subject (wind, furling, etc) Though we also see Smee's other talents too, in various aspects he's shown to be cooking a lot (despite the fact the ship is mentioned to already have a cook) although its proven in the series that his cooking skills are to be desired. Smee is also a little bit of a medic and of course, a caretaker, mostly to Hook.

Mullins: Not much known about him, although, in book, he gets stabbed and killed by one of the lost boys. In the second movie, he's the first to fall in the water to try and grab the diamond.

Wibbles: He doesn't appear in the book at all, but he's usually seen either with a dagger or a gun or both together. He seems to be adept in dual combat and in the first movie, he is the one to say that 'we should be in the business of plunderin' ships' when the crew are growing bored of chasing peter.

Turk: In Epic Mickey his 'real' name is apparently revealed to be Damian Salt. He also doesn't appear in the books, in the films, its implied that he is either from Arabia or India and its backed up by the fact he's one of the only pirates we see wielding a scimitar.

Black Murphy: Seen in the first movie, he often is seen with a dagger and talently at using one too, able to shoot it from his mouth to hit a target.

Bill Jukes: Perhaps the one we see the most with a gun in hand, or even a blunderbust, he seems to favour the bullet rather than the blade, though we do see him with one. In the cut song 'I'll give you one guess' its revealed that Jukes joined the crew when he was just a kid, when he was a boy and Hook taught him the life of being a sailor and a pirate, therefore, we can say that there are others in the crew that have been taken on from a young age.

Starkey: In the book its said that Starkey was Hook's butler and also a gentleman, as well as a first mate. For continuation reasons, I dumped the idea of him being gentlemanly and a butler. Starkey is still, however, the first mate, being the one that always is seen steering the ship in Hook's absence from the wheel. By no means is he smart, but he is strong and knows his way around a ship, which deemed him well as first mate. He also always seems to have a dagger in his mouth.

Cecco: Not named in the films, but appears in the book as an Italian man in the crew, its said that he cut his name into the back of the govenor at a prison before being taken in by Hook. He's killed by pan in the book. The first image is from the 1904 version, from this, I've picked out pirates who he COULD be in the disney version.

Skylights: Also not offically appearing in the films, he appears in the book, being the one that Hook kills for bumping into him by accident. We can only deduce that Skylights is always the pirate in any of the movies that Hook himself kills, so in the Disney version, Skylights is the man singing, which Hook cuts short with a bullet.

Noodler: Not really appearing in the films, but in the book, Noodler is said to be a pirate with his hands on backwards. Although he never makes an appearance in the Disney animated version, he does in the 2003 live action.

Sharky and Bones: These two only appear in Jake and the Neverland Pirates, although you can possible link them to one of the other members of Hook's crew in the movies. In the Neverland Pirates series, they seemed to a couple of musicians, always singing and playing instruments for Hook.

So there you have it! uwu thats the best rundown of the crew I can give!

[drechastory]

The silly Pete’s gang ladies and gents. I’ve never seen much art for these guys. And I will make comic strips of the, as well with the Amanda the Adventurer comic.

These are my head cannons for them.

Pete: Pete is the mouse for those who don’t know. (The bunny is known as Dottie and the beagle is named Finn.)

Pete is my favorite of the trio of animatronics. He is typically a degrading character but usually means his comments as jokes, but his tone confuses his comrades. He is the only one who holds something from the outside world. The packet watch BTW. He usually starts fights with his siblings, and starts trouble with the janitor(Oscar Willis). In the trio, he is technically the oldest brother, since he’s the first model for silly Pete’s.

Dottie: she is the only girl in the establishment, she is the nicest one in the establishment. Except on her “time of the month”. I have no idea what went through their bosses mind when he writes this code into her, but thanks to that, she is given a week off of work, due to her violent mood swings, and uncontrollable cussing at this time. She is the only bot with medical knowledge, and in her posters is seen wearing a nurse hat. She also has a pet tarantula, that she had captured when she first arrived at the establishment, called Mr. Cobs.

Finn: is the youngest member, and the closest to Oscar, he is very playful, and gets bored very easily. When interacts with kids, his first instinct is to play games with his trusty “stick”, which is actually a plastic sword since he’s a pirate. He’s a cuddler when he takes naps. He has a malfunction that’s acts like dissociative identity disorder, his second persona is known as Fergie. He tends to mimic the environment around him, which can be calm, or violent depending on the day. The way to tell the difference is very subtle, but Finn wears his top cloth like a pirate does and wears his bandana like a scarf I guess, meanwhile Fergie folds the top cloth like a sailors hat, and adjusts his scarf to resemble Pete’s bow tie. He is also very overprotective of his siblings, and is the first their boss blames for issues. Poor, poor beagle.

Oscar: he doesn’t actually a name in the Aga comic, but I gave him a name and a better role. He has two jobs, he either works as a janitor, or an extra mascot during the fall, called pumper pumpkin. He usually stays after hours to make sure the trio of siblings don’t mark each other before the show. To the animatronics, he’s more of a parental figure than their actual “dad”(the boss). He doesn’t trust Dottie or Pete to be near him when working, as they usually cause him trouble. But Finn is different, since the most he’ll do that stalls his work is asking him to play with him, after like five minutes, Finn leaves him be. He is also afraid of spiders, another reason he stays away from Dottie.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Being a Sea traveler and developing a relationship with Elrond would involve...

Elrond x reader

*****

⛵ Even though you technically live at the court of Lindon, you have always spent more time out at Sea than at home; you have been sailing ever since you were a girl, and by now you are an experienced traveller, the proud captain of your own ship. You are often entrusted by the King with some important mission -to escort diplomats to far away lands, deliver messages, patrol coves or gulfs said to be infested by pirates- but also spend much time travelling aimlessly, the wind in your hair and the waves rolling under you, surrounded by the blue expanse of the Sea.

⛵It is quite an anomalous, as well as dangerous and laborious, life for a noblewoman, and there are some at court who consider you peculiar in the best of cases and completely insane in the worst, but you don't mind; you love sailing, the exciting and vagabond life of someone whose world has no limits sets by walls, borders or roads, and who welcomes storms and gales with a smile on her lips. You know the dangers, and more than once you have risked drowning, a shipwreck, or even to be boarded by pirates; nothing of this made you change your mind.

⛵You never thought you would come to love something, or someone, the way and with the intensity that you love your ship, and the life of a Sea vagabond; you were content to spend your life alone, with the sole company of the loyal crew you had assembled during the years. Then Gil-Galad tasks you to accompany his herald, Elrond, on an embassy to a far away kingdom, the journey to reach which is expected to last a fortnight at least, and everything changes.

⛵You feel your heart accelerate as soon as you see him, smiling and bowing courteously, and within a day after raising anchor you are completely infatuated. As captain your days are quite busy, setting and checking the course, suprvising the members of your crew and generally making sure the work on the ship runs smoothly, but you find yourself spending as much time as you can with him, exchanging stories and discussing the most diverse topics; you have never met anyone quite like Elrond and for the first time in your life you regret the clear weather and favourable winds that are bleesing your journey, wishing it would never end.

⛵Elrond is equally taken by you, by your beauty and intelligence as much as by your bravery and thirst for adventure; it is therefore not surprising, even though you are almost shaking with emotion, when upon returning to Lindon at the end of your journey, he takes your hand in his, confesses his feelings for you and asks for permission to court you.

⛵ You obviously agree, your heart bursting with joy. It is there that you share your first kiss, standing on the prow of your ship, your hand on Elrond's cheek and his arm holding you around your waist, and you feel your heart soar as high as the white clouds in the sky above.

⛵ No partner has ever been as proud of his intended as Elrond is of you. He admires your ability as a sailor and navigator, your bravery in the face of storms and squalls, the gentle authority with which your govern your crew, your determination in pursuing a way of life many Elves, especially ladies of noble birth like you, would not even consider. He knows many people, sometimes even former friends and your own relatives, don't understand and even despise your choice, and is sorry for it, but you actually don't mind: you have a few friends who support your decision, the King's trust and approval, and now you have him, loyal and devoted and simply amazing. What else could you desire?

⛵ A humble Elf used to downplay his own accomplishments, Elrond is not above praising you in public. "The waves were eighty feet high, but she was able to keep her ship from capsizing, and kept her crew and all the passengers safe! Is that not amazing?" "The King chose her for the mission even though she was the youngest among the captains who proposed themselves for the task! That proves she is an exceptionally capable sailor, does it not?" You are flattered, sometimes even blushing -something you had never done before!- and in turn encourage him to be proud of his own achievements and remind them to those who mistake your beloved's modesty and reservedness for lack of capability and intelligence.

⛵ A routine is quickly established between the two of you, for the days you are meant to sail for one of your voyages. You have breakfast together in private in your or his rooms, and he walks you to the harbour to see you organize the departure; you exchange a kiss goodbye, and he stays waving until the ship disappears over the horizon.

⛵ When you leave for the first time after the beginning of your courtship, you gift him a locket with a lock of your hair inside, so that he has a piece of you to comfort him while you are away. It is a popular tradition among sailors and their partners, but you are a little unsure, since you have been courting only for a month and fear Elrond will find it excessive, even presumptuous; nothing could be farther from the truth. Your beloved is moved by your gift, kisses it devotedly and asks if he can give you a similar locket of his own, which becomes your most prized possession.

⛵ Like all ship captains, you have a couple of messenger birds on board, to send letters home or wherever you are sailing to, to annouce your arrival. Elrond would not beg you to write every time you go ashore, since you are not a young girl travelling alone for the first time, but you make sure to send him a letter as often as he can, to reassure him you are all right, and because you miss him terribly. He always writes you back, and sometimes you even find a letter of his waiting for you when you reach your destination.

⛵ You always bring him a gift from each of your travels, usually things that can be found in the lands you visit but not in Lindon: a book on the customs and traditions of that place, a cape in a style no one at court has ever seen, exotic spices and foods to enjoy together on a private dinner. Elrond, on his part, always make sure you find fresh flowers waiting in a vase in your room; it is his personal way to welcome you home and celebrate your return.

⛵He is very busy with his duties as the King's herald, but as soon as he can he accompanies you on your trips, if these are not -or rather, not supposed to be- too long or dangerous in any way. Elrond gets along splendidly with your crews, the sailors joking that their captain is now so enamoured that she has stopped reproaching those who sleep while on guard duty or make mistakes unfurling the sails. (You haven't; but yes, you are completely in love with him, and are loved back with equal intensity).

⛵ During one of those trips, your ship is pursued by another, belonging to a kingdom whose sovereign has had a dispute with Gil-Galad; you decide to try and escape, no matter how umiliating it may be and even though your crew urges you to fight, since the last thing you want is to endanger Elrond and the other ship appears to be better armed than yours, but your beloved is the one who saves the day. Even though you beg him not too, he asks to be allowed on board of the other ship, and speaks to the captain introducing himself as Gil-Galad's herald. The other captain, at first ready to aim his cannons at you, in the end relents when Elrond promises to ask your King to write to his and try and solve their dispute; the ship then leaves in peace, and your crew, relieved, celebrates Elrond's victory.

⛵ "Maybe you should come with us every time. I will recruit you as ship's diplomat; you would be able to convince even the most blood-thirsty pirate crew to leave us alone." you later joke; your beloved, sitting in your cabin as you note the event in the logbook, simply smiles. "Maybe. Or maybe I could give you some lessons in diplomacy, I think you would benefit from it..."

⛵ The captain's cabin on the ship is tiny, the bed even more so; but every night Elrond tiptoes out of his room to come to yours, and you find that it is the perfect size. You sleep in each other's arms, lulled by the ship's rocking, the quiet murmuring of the Sea in your ears.

⛵ "You know, my father was a mariner." he quietly murmurs one day; he has reached you at the harbour to surprise you with a lunch that you enjoy together sitting on the stone steps in front of your ship. You look at him, and "Yes, I know." you answer in the same tone, and you don't know what else to say; you know Elrond has lost his parents, but it is a topic he has never addressed with you, probably because of the pain it brings with it. He looks at you, a melanchonic smile on his lips, and then takes your hand to kiss the back. "He would have loved you; because of this, and so much more."

⛵ He fears for you; of course he does, terribly, especially when your travels take you to far unknown lands, or waters infested by pirates and other dangers; even for an experienced captain like you, even a simple storm could be the end, if your ship were capsized or destroyed and you were too far to swim to shore. He knows, and he respects it, vowing to himself to never ask you to stay, or to protest; sometimes, in his heart, he wishes sometimes you had chosen a different path in life, that you were a scribe or a musician or a painter or an healer - anything that would keep you safe from harm, and would save him the pain to fear for you, sometimes spending weeks without any news. But those thoughts are unfair, and they make him ashamed of himself; if you were any different, you wouldn't be the woman he has fallen in love with, and he wants to be a source of strenght for you, not of guilt. Travelling by Sea is what you have chosen to do, your life's goal, and he has no right, nor intention, to stop you - or worse, to ask you to choose.

⛵ A year after the beginning of your relationship you start making plans for your future; Elrond is relieved to learn you do want to get married, and have children, some day, but he knows that having a family will not mean leaving your life at Sea behind. You love him, with all your heart, and know that he can't simply follow you around the world since he has duties of his own to attend to; you will make it work, you promise him, for the love that you share and the family you will raise, and you won't mind giving up on exploring the farthest corners of the world or staying away for weeks at a time, because for the first time in your life, you have a more than valid reason to remain on land.

⛵ There is one time he fears he will never see you again, and you him. A violent storm has pushed you in a little beaten part of the Sea on the way back from a mission for the King; you are not quite sure where you are, but your sails have been torn by the storm and need repairing, and you are running out of water and food. When the lookout spots a small isle on the horizon, you decide to dock, since the place appears to be uninhabited. It is not.

⛵ The locals keep you prisoner for almost two months before you are able to escape; worse, they kill three members of your crew as they capture you, and four more, including two of your oldest and dearest companions, die fighting to take back the ship. In the end you are able to return home, where many among families and friends have already lost hope to see any of you again; the King had sent a large research expedition to look for you, but since the storm had brought you far away from your original route, you hadn't been found.

⛵ The survivors are celebrated. Those who didn't come back are mourned. Many of your men thank you for leading them to safety, widows and orphans look to you for comfort and answers, and you... You feel unworthy of the trust and the gratitude they bestow you. In your heart you know you did your best to protect your crew, and that each of its members knew the risks of the life they had chosen, but that doesn't change anything. You had never lost men before, and it is the most terrible experience of your life, the shame and the guilt threatening to drown you like no wave has ever done...

⛵ You lock yourself in your room and promise yourself you'll never sail again, not even in a skiff or to fish in an harbour; you'll gift the ship to your first officer and spend the rest of your life on land, doing... Well, you have not decided yet, but you will find something to occupy your time, something safe, doing which you won't risk the life of someone you loved and who looked at you for safety and guidance.

⛵ Elrond is, obviously, worried sick for you. He feared he had lost you forever, and while he couldn't be happier to see you back safe and sound, he knows the terrible events you have gone through have left a mark on you, a mark that maybe even his affection, or time, cannot heal. There is very little he can do for you, so he resigns himself to simply be there, drying your tears, holding you when nightmares wake you up screaming in the middle of the night, and begging you to leave your rooms once a day, at least for a brief walk, avoiding the pier.

⛵ Seeing you suffer is for him more painful than a dagger in his heart, and while he knows he cannot absolve you from guilt and shame, he still tries to help you. In the end, he speaks with your crew, describing the nightmare your life has become, and asking for their help. Your men are worried and saddened for what you are going through; in the end, the ones you are closest to come to your rooms and beg you to return, speaking on behalf of the whole crew, and in the end you accept, vowing to give your life for your men but knowing you cannot protect them from every danger you meet at Sea.

⛵ You know what Elrond has done to help you, and you are grateful; that day you make another promise to yourself, to help and support him whatever happens, because while you love being at Sea, the greatest joy of your life is knowing that wherever you go, no matter how long you are away, he will always be there waiting for you when you return, a flower in his hands and the happy, relieved smile on his face that you keep in your heart even when you are sailing on the other side of the world.

Tagging as usual @starlady66 and @elvenenby.

[seastarlily]

Some random SpongeBob headcanons for y'all, since I don't know where else to put them, LOL.

Patrick has a collection of various valuable rocks hidden away somewhere in his house. Geodes, crystals, tumbled stones, etc. He loves them all. He has only ever showed his valuable collection to one other person, and that is his best friend SpongeBob.

Patrick and his parents technically all fall under the transgender umbrella (specifically genderfluid), according to science. It is well documented that adult starfish can change their gender in a multitude of ways for a multitude of reasons. One of the main reasons they do this is when environmental factors change, like water temperature and food availability. So, for all we know, Patrick may not have always been a man, and he may not always be a man. Same applies to Herb/Cecil and Margie/Bunny.

The first movie Squidward ever remembered watching was the SpongeBob equivalent of a Busby Berkely film - he was just so enamored with the graceful dancers and their radiant smiles and their gorgeous moves. I'd like to think that it was there he first felt the seed of wanting to be an amazing dancer be planted in all three of his hearts.

Mr. Krabs likes to go stargazing as a hobby. Considering he's a former pirate and navy man, Mr. Krabs more than likely had to use the stars to help his fellow sailors navigate at night. He gained an immense knowledge of the night sky and how it changed throughout the seasons as a result, as well as a lifelong interest and appreciation for it. Nowadays, anytime there's a special astronomical event (like a supermoon or a planetary alignment) or he's simply feeling nostalgic, he'll look out his bedroom window at the top of his anchor home with his telescope and take a look at whatever stars/planets are present. It's an activity that's always made him feel at ease.

Larry is bi-curious. He knows for a fact that he simply loves women in general (no matter the phylum), but men are a far more complicated matter. He does rather like the sight of a well-toned, muscular body on another man, but he can't tell if it's because he's impressed/proud of that man's accomplishment, or if it's something more. He is currently conflicted on whether he's fully straight or is in fact bisexual with an overwhelming preference for women. Whichever one is the case, he'll figure it out when he figures it out.

After the incident with Drizzle, Gale Doppler absolutely cannot eat any food with a cloud-like consistency, namely cotton candy. If he does, his stomach will cramp horribly, and he will violently puke it back out.

Rube Goldfish may not be the best source of information regarding the surface world, but he is astoundingly knowledgeable about life underwater and its history. It would only make sense given that he’s a sea creature himself and he’s amazed by everything, big AND small. He is especially keen on underwater paleontology.

Rube 100% decided to become a tour guide because of all the fun he had with Patrick when he was still a tourist. He felt that if he became one himself, he could bring the same kind of joy and wonder he felt when he was on tour himself.

Sticky Fins Whiting and Dorsal Dan are both LGBT. The former is gay, while the latter is bisexual. They dated for a while, but all that led to was an amicable break-up after realizing that they just weren’t compatible as romantic partners. They still work together amicably as partners in crime though (and as besties).

Sticky Fins’s new partner is Sockeye Sammy. Dan is very much aware of this, and wishes his best friend and his new partner all the happiness in the world.

This is sort of canon anyway if you believe the events that take place in “Krusty Cook-Off”, but I’d like to think that Sticky Fins and Dorsal Dan are of Italian heritage. Both of them are voiced by beloved Italian-American actors (Joe Pantoliano and Steve Buscemi respectively), and they are the main antagonists of the storyline that takes place in the “Pasta La Vista” restaurant in “Krusty Cook-Off”. They even take over the restaurant and start making the pasta themselves after SpongeBob and co. leave for the next place.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

The Distance of Worlds (Makes A Heart Grow Fonder)

It's been ten years since Thora was in Eberron, and she never expected to see a familiar face ever again.

Happy holidays, @pirate-melody! Remember when you told me about your friend isekai-ing Marianne into his campaign as his character's mediocre mentor? Well, despite knowing nothing about the campaign, I decided to add some Pink Lightning to its premise as a gift for you. I hope you like this!

To literally anyone else: please go read the Shardrunners series. IDK how much sense this will make without prior knowledge.

AO3

It had been ten years, but there were still mornings where Thora expected to wake up in her room in the Tarkanan manor in Sharn, with the morning color change of the everbright lanterlight streaming through her window and highlighting the white orchids on her windowsill. The room she woke up in didn't get morning light, outside lanterns or otherwise. Its primary decoration was a detailed map of an ocean one would never find in all of Eberron or even its planes.

She missed her old room. She missed House Tarkanan, and everyone in it except for Lucien and his most loyal supporters. She even supposed she missed that frustrating tiefling who had gifted those orchids, even though Thora had never intended to grow sentimental about the people she was using to do her dirty work. She had mostly rebuilt her life in a slightly different line of criminal work, but she couldn't replace the people.

Thora blinked away her infelicity, crawled out of bed, and began to get ready. Hard work had gotten her to her precarious position, and she didn't have time to grieve what she had lost.

She took out the loose braids she slept in. After she had bathed, she would tightly braid the right half of her hair against her skull. It was the best way of mimicking the hairstyle she had worn in Sharn without having someone take a razor to her head as they questioned her judgement aloud.

When she had first come to this world, her breastplate had been ruined by a crossbow bolt to the chest. No one understood the meaning of an aberrant dragonmark, which meant that it was useless for intimidation purposes. People were intimidated by the scar on her chest, though. It should have killed her instantly.

It probably had, but no one in this world knew that. Thora could use it to her advantage, leave it on display and let them think she could walk off mortal wounds.

Thora pulled on her current armor, a corset made of dragonhide that covered her midriff but not her chest. Dragons were more common in this world than Eberron, patrolling the seas, raiding ships, and feasting on sailors. One had recently cost Thora one of the ships in her sector of the smuggling network. She had rivals who were eager to take her place if she slipped up. Most of them were more willing to knock her down a peg and become her superior than they were to put a knife in her back or unleash a death curse on the city, but Thora wasn't going to take any chances.

It was late afternoon when a messenger knocked on her door. He was human, young, fifteen at the latest? Then again, it wouldn't have been the first time Thora would have underestimated someone's age.

"Missus Tarkanan?"

"Yes?" Thora answered, terseness creeping into her voice. She wasn't married. The last time she had been close enough to even consider marrying someone had been before the mark had manifested, and that was several lifetimes ago. After that, she had had painfully few suitors. Plus, there was frustrating something about the way this world assumed she had to be married or at least a widow at her age.

"Torth Whiteforce used his one message to contact you." The messanger handed over a piece of parchment, folded in thirds and sealed with a wax stamp bearing the symbol of the local lord. Thora took the parchment, sparing a glance to the letterhead bearing the address of the sheriff's office. Dammit.

Torth worked for her, technically. Or more specifically, he took jobs for the smuggling network, and as the leader of this branch she was his handler. Recently he had gotten himself mixed up with an adventuring party, and now he was in jail with the rest of them. Thora really needed to find a way to get an informant within the sheriff's office, so that she could get them to do her work for her. It hadn't been as difficult back in Sharn, but in Sharn the Watch had been working for criminals for centuries. The port city of Keelster was younger and answered more directly to the local lord. It was harder to find someone to corrupt. Likewise, it had been easy for Thora to put herself in the good graces of Watch Commander Silaena Cazal because Silaena's mother bore an aberrant mark. Here, Thora was an outsider. There were no Dark Lanterns or dragonmarked houses after her. Even though this world had its own vigilante called the Phoenix, the Phoenix wasn't after Thora like the one in Sharn had been.

Here, Thora was an outsider, and there were no immediate enemies or easy alliances to be made.

Thora had been working all day, and she needed to stretch her legs. Maybe she would pay off Torth's bail in exchange for a favor. Maybe she would let him rot there because he was no longer useful. She hoped that Torth would choose to be useful, for both of their sakes.

He didn't, because Thora hadn't been able to offer the choice. Torth's party's bail had been paid already by someone else, according to the clerk. Lovely. She had just wasted her time walking here.

"You're better than this," said a voice that made Thora stop in her tracks.

"Yeah, but we needed that information," said a second voice, sounding like a young man from the neighboring province.

"And yet you still got caught picking the lock. Even I wouldn't have gotten caught breaking and entering until after I had entered," the first voice argued. It was the accent that drew Thora in. Maybe Thora just didn't know every accent there was in this world, but she could've sworn the woman's accent was that of a Thrane.

A very specific Thrane.

As Thora drew closer, she was able to confirm her suspicions. She was older, and a Lichtenburg figure peaked out from under her collar, but the sight of her was unmistakable. "Marianne?"

The tiefling jumped as she finally registered Thora's presence. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked Thora up and down, eyes lingering on the scar on Thora's chest before her face flushed and she looked elsewhere. "Thora? You, I saw, you... you changed your hair."

Suddenly self-conscious, Thora raised her hand to touch the braids on the side of her head. "Well, so did you."

Marianne had grown her hair out. Soft curls framed her face quite nicely. "Yeah, well, I bet you haven't met anyone in the past ten years who know what an undercut is, either."

Ten years. She had been here for ten years, too, and from the sound of it Marianne had also spent the last ten years convinced that she was the only one who had come to this world from Eberron. It was just the two of them.

The two of them, and perhaps the Phoenix, who had managed to avoid crossing paths with either of them. Thora didn't know how many Lucien and Krootag had killed after she and Marianne had died. But that was an issue for later.

For now, though...

"You. You got caught picking a lock?"

Torth rolled his eyes. "No, I wasn't picking the lock. Linace was."

Thora fixed her subordinate with a look that he began to squirm under. "You were still caught. I wonder what else you would get caught doing."

Even Marianne had made her way through a manor full of assassins, thieves, and former spies before being caught snooping. Kids these days just didn't know how to sneak around.

"How long have you been dealing with them?" Marianne asked, vaguely gesturing with the group.

"Torth has been doing jobs for me for a couple years. You?"

"I've been trying to mentor Linace for the past ten."

Thora shot Marianne a commiserating grimace. "Let me buy you a drink." And then, so no one would get the wrong idea, "Do not read into that."

What was she thinking? It had been ten years. Surely even Marianne knew how to get over a crush over the course of a decade. The child with a crush had died in Eberron.

But that didn't mean that Thora wasn't interested in getting to know the new Marianne. She just hoped that Torth wouldn't go starting any rumors.

~

A/N: Yes I did just flip the switch and make Thora the pining one, even if she refuses to admit it. She's lonely, and she thinks too highly of Marianne's ability to get over a crush.

Thora has one of those viking braided fake undercut hairstyles after the timeskip. Marianne has the hairstyle I imagined her having before I saw the reddit post that showed her true appearance.

[nathscalet]

First chapter - A place called home

Please, I wrote this during the pandemic, I was not doing well and didn’t have a beta reader. 🫠🥲

Life has never been easy, but depending on how you see it you can shape it to your will.

You never had anything, so you were bound to be free. However there are limits on what a child can do, at 7 you were forced to enlist in the army to fight the neighboring nation, in a war that lasted so long, people forget the reason, but the hate has already began a cycle that couldn’t be stopped.

People change, but the war turn us into something totally insane, bring out our deepest fears, brings what we hide behind the mask we live in.

Y / n POV

“Another day.”

Leaving the house you rented on this tropical island, that is another hot spot for pirates, sailors or civilians alike.

Leaving home you pass through the streets greeting people, yes yes, you are very popular, you're known as the handywoman and the drunk stripper. That’s a long story involving a certain demon.

Where are you going? well the forest.

It's 4:00 a.m in the morning yes, nothing better than watching the dawn.

Although you could have slept in the forest to avoid those 2 hours of brisk walking.

Watching the sun rise brings positive energies, it rests your mind and soul. And it gives you inspiration for paintings

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You fell asleep watching that beautiful nature show, now it's 10:00 am and you stare to look for food in the forest, gathering fruits, seeds and even going to fish in the lake.

You were wearing a bikini, relax, you're crazy but not that crazy.

You ran out of patience for the fish to come to you, so you went to him. And now it's in your stomach, along with potato's nananas, pineapples and a coconut.

Now it's time to have human contact, now it's 2 pm, and you need alcohol after so much food.

You have been on this island for about two and a half year, many who come here ask for your paintings, you are flattered and stressed, since being an artist was supposed to be just another hobby of yours to de-stress and have something to do, now it’s your day job.

You're mostly a bitch when drunk, but when you are sober you are a calm, kind and cheerful person. But beneath all that you are a person who is stressed easy, has insecurities, problems with love, you are a broken woman due your years in the army. You don't talk much about your past, but those that manage to conquer your heart, and you talk through your elbow about the past, and it becomes a gossip of your life. I don’t think many earned that privilege.

Everyone on the island likes you,they love your hugs and pestering and playful harassment (a slap on the butt). Yes, you like to be a little more touchy with people and pet their hair, and they like it. So it's technically not harassment if they like it?

Touristic men and women alike, wanted to have an night with you, too bad you rarely find yourself with desires for sex, and relationships, but you find yourself attracted to people when there is a connection involved. But that doesn’t mean you don’t understand when someone it’s hot.

Due to trauma you suffer from bipolarity constantly. But people like your duality either way.

After spending your time as a lone wolf

You walk to the harbor, where people and merchants at, now you can socialize and drink a cachaça.(cachaça it's a tradicional and strong Brazilian alcohol)

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Bar on

It's a beautiful bar, isn't it? The old wood makes an comforting ambience, the polished tables brings a sophisticated aura, and the barmen that looks more like a mafia leader throws everyone under the bus not knowing what to expect from the bar.

Now he is occupied by pirates, but specifically, pirates of the redhead, the emperor.

You walked bouncing through the streets till you reached the bar.

The bar was noisy, more than usual, and much more crowded than usual.

2 hours ago

The redhead's gang just arrived on the island, and they were loving the scenery. And as they ran out of alcohol they went to the closest bar they could find next the harbor. Which by the way was Dyonisus'Bar.

- "Welcome, what do you want?" .- Ragnar the owner of the Bar greeted them

The crew looked at Ragnar indecipherably. Ragnar is 1.95m tall and with a closed face, eye patch, and very muscular physic. He looks like a gang lord, or a pirate definitely not a bar owner

-What a cozy bar.-The first mate commented

-oi boss, give us your best Sake and beer.-Yassop asked .- "And meat, a lot of meat"

~ okay, coming right now ~ While he was sorting out the drinks, the crew was settling in, until it was packed.

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-OIII RAGNARRR.-Kalim shouted unceremoniously, bringing the pirates' attention to the young man who had entered.

-oh?Its you Kalim.

- "Where's y / n?" - he said leaning over the counter

-She hasn't arrived yet, lover boy.

-And-and-u don't like to say it like that !! I'm a free man!

"-JAHAAHAHHAAH." - Ragnar LOVES to mess with Kalim and make fun of the crush he has on you, which he refuses to admit.

-So you don't mind her dating, do you? - Ragnar smirked waiting for the brunette's reaction

-WHAT IS SHE DATING? WHO? WHO? OI RAGNAR KOTAETE KUDASAI (ANSWER ME) !!! - he was agitated and red with his stomach wrapped in the possibility of you with someone else

-oi Lover boy, I thought you didn't like her? - Ragnar is having the time of his life

-I AM HER M-BEST FRIEND! WHY AND WHAT WOULD SHE NEEDS MORE WHEN SHE HAVES ME?

-So you want more, don't you? - Ragnar was trying to get a confession out and was close

-I-I'm leaving! WHEN SHE COMES TELL HER THAT I'M LOOKING FOR HER!

The crew was looking at the scene holding on to not laugh too, so as he walked out the door everyone burst into laughter.

- "Your daughter Ragnar?" - a guy with half-blond dread asked half-drunk

-No, but if any of you do something to her I cut your balls .

-Ahahahahahahahah. - the crew laugh. - "Don't worry ... daddy" -Ahahahshzjah

-But what that child was doing here huh? -A certain redhead asked

-Kalim? He always comes here to drink something or just spend time looking at his crush. The girls here love that boy, but he only has eyes for the one particular lady. He's damned because she doesn't care about romance, and doesn't even notice the looks she receives, when she realizes she runs away like a frightened chicken -Sigh-Almost all the men in the city, and the women already wanted to make a move on the girl, but she's so dense. So people admire from afar

"Really? She must be a beauty!"

-She is an exotic beauty, some like her body, others her personality, others are victims of her unintended seduction or her talent.

-What she do? - Immediate asked interested

-She does a little of everything, she doesn’t do it like a master but she reaches a very high level in anything you give her. However the girl is very lazy, all in her time, and she is too calm, but when stressed she can beat up anyone.

-Ehhh? So is she strong? - the redhead asked

-Enough to throw anyone who deserves a beating, they can't last 5 minutes with her. -Ragnar said serving the beer with a smile

You helped Ragnar serve drinks and make drinks, you worked there sometimes when there were a lot of people, or when you needed money or free drinks, you accept drinks as payment.

Now as you were arriving at the bar, and it was packed, but nothing better than meeting new people

-RAGNAAAA-Saann OHAYOOUU! (Good morning)

"Hmm? Y / n, you are late today, brat, what were you doing?"

-I was in the forest.

-what did you get?

-Nothing.

-... Nothing ... Nothing? ... What did you do in the brat forest?

-Inspiration.

-...- Sigh. Taking a drag on his cigarette Ragnar looks at you -Come and help me to serve.

- anything for you Ragna kun ~

You put on a wine red apron to serve the customers.

The bar was more lively than ever, and you were vibing'? Well, you love a break-in party, as long as you don't have to clean up afterwards. Unfortunately you are being paid to serve and clean the bar. But life is a party, and the more they drink the more you can drink afterwards. Stonks📈

-Só You Are the famous Y / n? -Shanks asked curious about the new figure

-😗Yep, that's me

-You look normal.-he Said analyzing you

-did you expected me to be a dragon?🤨

-... Hahahahahaaah-🤣🤣He started laughing

-You are already a dragon y / n.-Ragnar spoke looking at the group laughing

-Eeeennnh !!!! Why??

-With this stomach and metabolism you are a monster.

-OII RAGN-GAR THAT'S MADNESS-LOOK AT THE FACE OF THIS ANGEL! HOW AS YOU CALL IT A MONSTER.-One of the pirates already buzzed with alcohol asked

-DON'T BE TRICKED YOU PUNKS!!!DONT BE DECEIVE BY HER FACE!-Ragnar shouted punching the counter shocking the pirates.-Lucifer was an angel too ... She looks like an angel, but she is a MENACE.

-... IT'S HONOR TO BE COMPARED TO A DRAGON RAGNAR-SAN.-You said gussying.- I love dragons, such beautiful, majestic, strong, independent creatures

-You eat like one, and drink alcohol like a fish in water. You are not human.

-Oya! You drink y / n? -Shanks got interested now

-Of course, a good drink doesn't kill anyone.-You answered promptly

-you have an bottomless stomach and an enormous strength for your height that's creepy.

-OIIII WHAT'S WITH MY HEIGHT?!?!? - You got pissed “YOU WANT TO FIGHT?”

-You are a contradiction! WHO CAN DRINK 10 CACHAÇA(traditional Brazilian alcohol with 48% of álcool) barrels ALONE IN ONE NIGHT ??? WHO HAD GIVEN YOU AN ANGEL FACE IN AN INHUMAN MANLY BODY ???

- IT IS NOT MY FAULT YOU CAN'T DRINK ME UNDER THE TABLE !! WHAT WITH MY FACE ?? HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST IT ?? !!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING A MANLY ?? ARE YOU ANGRY THAT I WON IN THE ARMWRESTLING?!?! - Your foreheads were glued and facing each other to fight, snarling at each other

The pirates watched the interaction of the two bewildered, you both seem ready to advance on each other and y’all seemed so chill moments ago.

-It's normal, this is how they show love, or whatever it is.-Kalim returned to the Bar

"Is it normal for them to fight so much?" Benn asked.

-More or less, they have a fondest for each other but they both have explosive chemistry, they have respect for each other, they get along when they are drunk and that would be the majority of cases. -Sigh-She drinks a lot, and she harms the bars or she starts with her bad habits, and Ragnar is possessed.

-bad habits ?? - The pirates were intrigued

-... better not to know.-Kalim said sighing

-Ne ne Kalim-chan!

-Chan?

-Tell us please !! Don't leave us in the dark, not knowing what it is !!! Pirates with curiosity are-

-COME ON OLD MAN.

-BRING IT ON BRAT.

You went out of the bar to box. Real men solve things using their fist (no they don't , they resolve things with words but for the comedy and plot🙄)

They see a flying outfit, specifically your blouse, showing your very ripped abdomen.

... Simultaneously nosebleeds and 👍 of the pirates and Kalim a little shy but ready to cheer for you.

The pirates went outside to watch the boxing match. The 2 of you moved constantly, jab, straight, crossed, upper, feint.

You were winning, your time in the army didn't went nowhere. And with your extraordinary strength, you were taking care not to destroy Ragnar, but with your constant fighting, you discovered the level of strength to not to kill someone .

Your pride and instinct tell you to never take it easy on your opponents, especially to lose to someone who doesn't come close to your strength, however your years as a traveler you learned many things, and especially with Ragnar, so you let him beat you, or coming close to winning, winning by w.o it's humiliating.

Your fights became playful, making fun of opponents, laughing in their faces, when you were in a good mood or drunk.

You are rarely in a bad mood here so no one on the island has seen you fighting seriously.

But sometimes you fight like a real man, with those whom you have respect and deserve a good fight, as now in boxing, you and Ragnar have been friends for a long time, and you have this taste in common: fighting for pleasure.

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There was a tie, I think, for lack of judge or forfeit, now y'all are full of bruises, but you can drink with the pirates now.

They were touched by the fight, it's was very macho.😭😭 Fighting between men is exciting... but you are a woman...well you are very macho, very manly (kirishima reference), send an SAIDO CHESTO.(it's an gym anime)

Nene y / n, hic, Ragna san, join my bunch-hic. -A certain redhead asked drunk

-Non non, I don't intend to become outlaw.-Hic

...

This dragged on until night. Around 7:00 pm the pirates were already seeing stars, overturned, thrown, stuffed, stretched.

Most of them didn't get up, there were some exceptions but they weren't sober either.

So you and Ragnar had to drag the "males" out of the bar.

[sunisnotok]

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[vanwolffen]

Wait no.

That's actually a misconception.

Yes, normal height of Mexicans is rather small around 160cm.

But back then, and by all accounts, particularly Fray Bernardino de Sahagun, The Mexicas were quite tall, taller than most Spanish people that arrived.

Now let's take into consideration that people a few centuries ago were smaller, but an Average Spaniard around the 1500s was around 160cm.

Hernan Cortes himself was 158cm.

Meanwhile, the height of the Mexicas ranged from the women around 153cm on the low end, to the Mexica warriors of 169cm of the tallest warriors.

As you can see, a post-classic Mexica warriors was in average 162. While the Yaqui guerrillero 400 years later was 170.

(The Yaqui are indigenous people of the northern part of Mexico)

Thing is, Mexicas had a very rich diet that allowed them to grow a bit taller than their Spanish counterparts who were mostly malnourished drafted sailors.

After Tenochtitlan fell, the Spanish plagues eradicated 90% of the indigenous population in the whole American Continent.

The Spanish were carrying the Encomiendas, which was an enslavement and conquering process that reached from the Caribbean through Mexico and all the way to the Phillipines.

(At this time Tlaxcaltec warriors battled Japanese Pirates to secure Spanish claim over the Phillipines. But that's another story)

Because many native people were dying to the point of exterminating many cultures and races including the tahino in the Caribbean and almost all of the nahua culture, the Caxcanes in west Mexico, and many others... well they still needed people to work on the fields and mines.

So they began importing people from Africa. Which leads to the Afro-Mexican culture in South Mexico.

But because the Spanish empire was even bigger than the British Empire at its best, they were like, why should we buy slaves from the British and the Portuguese?

So they began to bring people from the Phillipines to work as slaves in center and south Mexico.

There is more than one reason that Mexicans and people from the Phillipines look so much alike.

There were Tlaxcaltecas that stayed over at the Phillipines, and there were a lot of slaves brought from the Phillipines, for almost a century.

It wasn't until Bartolome de las casas fought for Las nuevas leyes, which slowly trickled into being after decades of enslavement and with a lot of fight back from the colonizers, that they began treating indigenous people as, well, people.

But people from the Phillipines are still around 160cm to this day. And they were also considered "indians" back then.

Mexico became as it is today thanks to all of that mixing, from all the indigenous people, black slaves, people from the Phillipines, Jewish people, Lebanese people later on, and even maybe an stray Japanese Samurai from the time they crossed Mexico to get to Spain.

Now.

As to why Huitziilopoztli is so small.

He is depicted as he was born, since he bursted from his mother fully armored to fight his siblings to save her and all of earth. So technically he is still a child. One that dies every night, and is born back every morning to fight the darkness and bring light to the world.

its so cool that that the aztec war and solar deity they did a bunch of human sacrifices to is the left-handed hummingbird. two gay-ass traits

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Time to go find Anduin 🎶 Something tells me it won’t be as simple as waltzing into Torghast and collecting him, but I’m hopefully. I miss my son T_T