#And sling is a flying fish!

[mossy-paws]

PHIGHTING! Mermaid au chibis

What silly little guys,,, decided to design scythe since yeah!

She’s based off of a olive head sea snake! And the rest y'all hopefully know by now :3

[ltwilliammowett]

Old naval slang

A small collection of terms from the 18th - early 20th century that were and probably still are known among sailors.

Admiralty Ham - Royal Navy canned fish Batten your hatch - shut up Beachcomber - a good-for-nothing Cape Horn Fever - feigned illness Cheeseparer - a cheat Claw off - to avoid an embarrassing question or argument Cockbilled - drunk Cumshaw - small craft - Chinese version of scrimshaw Dead Marine - empty liquor bottle Donkey's Breakfast - mattress filled with straw Dunnage - personal equipment of a sailor Flying Fish sailor - sailor stationed in Asian waters Galley yarn - rumour, story Hog yoke- sextant Holy Joe - ship's chaplain Irish hurricane- dead calm Irish pennant - frayed line or piece of clothing Jamaican discipline - unruly behaviour Knock galley west - to knock a person out Leatherneck - a marine Limey - a British sailor Liverpool pennant - a piece of string used to replace a lost button Loaded to the guards - drunk Old Man - captain of the ship One and only - the sailor's best girl On the beach - ashore without a berth Pale Ale - drinking water Quarterdeck voice - the voice of authority Railroad Pants - uniform trousers with braid on the outer leg seam Railway tracks - badge of a first lieutenant Round bottomed chest - sea bag Schooner on the rocks - roast beef and roast potatoes Show a leg - rise and shine Sling it over - pass it to me Slip his cable - die Sundowner - unreasonable tough officer Swallow the anchor - retire Sweat the glass - shake the hour glass to make the time on watch pass quickly - strictly forbidden ! Tops'l buster - strong gale Trim the dish - balance the ship so that it sails on an even keel Turnpike sailor - beggar ashore, a landlubber claiming to be an old sailor in distress Water bewitched - weak tea White rat - sailor who curries favor with the officers

Sailors' Language, by W. Clark Russell, 1883 Soldier and Sailor Words and Phrases. Edward Fraser and John Gibbons, 1925 Sea Slang, by Frank C. Bowen, 1929 Royal Navalese, by Commander John Irving, 1946 Sea Slang of the 20th century, by Wilfried Granville, 1949 The Sailor's Word Book, by Admiral W.H. Smyth, 1967

[giuseppe-yuki]

i promise

daniel ricciardo x mermaid!reader

w.c.: 4.9k

warnings: curse words, mildly graphic violence/abuse, fluff with angst

summary: ever since you were a young mermaid, your father only had one rule, and one rule only- don’t go near the surface.

picture credits from pinterest :)

ever since you were a young mermaid, your father only had one rule, and one rule only- don’t go near the surface.

again and again, from before you could barely swim, your father would remind you and your sisters of the horrors that were above the gentle waves that you called your home- giant flying objects that whistled, great iron beasts that launched boulders, nets that scooped your fish friends into the great unknown, and the worst one, humans that hunted your species for fun. you recall curling underneath your weaved seaweed blankets trembling with fear when your father told these stories, imagining how these monsters could even bear to do such horrible things. your sisters, however, only laughed at you for being a scaredy fish, and instead begged for your father to tell them about the famous sirens that dragged the evil humans to their death.

afterwards, when all your sisters were sound asleep, dreaming their silly dreams of having their names scrawled in the books of myth with the famed temptresses like pisinoe, thelxiepeia and aglaope, you hugged your father tight and promised to never, ever, go to the surface.

you kept your promise from when you were little like an oath. in the mornings, after your father went to work treating the local sea life, you and your sisters swam out from the secret opening behind the kelp forest that was the entrance to the hidden cavern that you called your home. they always told your father they were out hunting for new accessories and jewelry, but you knew better. the minute you passed the long green strands of seaweed concealing your home, your sisters would flip their glittering fins and swim up, up, up. they would linger at the surface, with just the tops of their heads to their eyes peeking out, studying, waiting, for just the right moment to push an unsuspecting sailor into the water. meanwhile, you opted to dive lower towards the sandy floor towards the shipwrecks that littered the ground. there, hidden underneath the crumbling floorboards and in the broken cupboards, hid shiny gold coins and colorful rocks that you were so fond of.

when the water darkened and glowing orbs twinkled like distant fish scales above, you would swim your way back to your home, alone.

in you and your sisters’ shared bedrooms, you would carefully place your day’s work- several rings or a pretty pearl necklace, next to your growing collection. your sisters would swim in moments later, giggling about how they almost successfully drowned yet another vile man. to their own collection, they would add yet another golden compass, hand knife, or scrap of cloth. and when your father swam in, giving each one of you a hug and asked about your day, you would excitedly tell him about the gems you found while your sisters lied through their teeth about all the little sea creatures they visited. internally, you scorned your sisters for lying to your father. you would never do such things- you were obedient and a good daughter, after all, weren’t you?

of course you were. that’s why, on your father’s birthday, instead of following your sisters to the surface to try and hunt down a sailor for a trinket, you decided to swim to the lush beds of oysters next to the shore to collect pearls for a pretty little necklace. everyone knew that these specific oysters, albeit a teensy bit closer to the surface, held biggest, shiniest pearls that the ocean world has ever seen.

you sling your kelp-weaved bag over your shoulder as you weave your way through several schools of colorful fish towards the oysters. you even wave a ‘hello’ to emmy, the giant whale shark that you had grew fond of over time. emmy uses her echolocation to send a ‘hi’ back. the swim is brisk, and you arrive at your designation in no time- a spread of shiny gray-black oysters sat on a seabed of waving green kelp. tiny bubbles flow out of their shells, drifting towards the mysterious blue surface world.

reaching your hand out, you take one, then two oysters carefully and place them into your bag. honestly, you would probably need at least ten to make a decent necklace for your father. oysters number three and four plop gently into your bag after brushing away a few pesky blue crabs that had decided to infiltrate your serious harvesting session.

you are about to reach for a fifth oyster- a ginormous one that was guaranteed to house the centerpiece of the necklace, when suddenly, a weaved web descends upon you.

almost immediately, you drop your bag. fear flashes through you- hot and sharp. you hurriedly kick your fins, propelling yourself away from the net, but all it does is for you to knock sand everywhere and scatter the once-peaceful colony of oysters throughout the shallow bed. before you know it, the net ascends up, up, up towards the only place your father had said not to go- the surface.

the first thing you notice when you are above the calming waves of the place you call your home was how cold it was. gusts of air cool your sensitive skin, making you tremble. the sky, now clearer without the frothy waves of the ocean distorting it, looked strangely pretty. as you are dragged unceremoniously through the strangely dry sand, you look through the holes of the net to find an expanse of white sandy beach, littered with purpley-pink seashells. it is framed by rocky cliffs that are lined with stringy seaweed-like plants.

you come to a stop.

footsteps sound behind you, a thump-thump sound that makes your heart race. you try to turn in the net, but the rough fibers restrict your movement by digging roughly into your flesh.

“wow! looks like i caught a fat fish!” a voice exclaims.

it sounds masculine, a deep rumble with a slight lilt of an accent. a soft rustle above you sounds as the being untangles what you assume to be the top of the net.

when you feel the strands of the net fall away from around you, you whip around, as fast as you can.

to your surprise a man stares back at you with deep whiskey-brown eyes that are wide in surprise. his curls stick out every which way a worn brown tricorn hat, and his slightly parted lips are framed by a slight stubble.

you can’t help but look down. his toned chest peeks out his dirty linen shirt, and his muscular arms are frozen, still holding the damp net. he wears a rather ragged pair of trousers that are rolled up, showing off his legs. legs… legs!

he was a human.

a shrill scream erupts from your throat, and you leap back towards the surface of the ocean.

“please!” you cry, desperately trying to claw your way through the sand that coated your wet skin. “please…don’t hurt me!”

the mysterious man immediately drops the net, hands raised in a gesture of peace, a concerned look crossing his face. he looks as shocked to see you as you are of him.

“hey! hey! it’s okay!” he shouts. “i won’t hurt you now- i promise!”

true to his word, he backs up away from you, simultaneously yanking the offending net away behind his back.

you glance at him wearily, your father’s warnings and stories bouncing around your head. he had always told you that humans were evil, greedy creatures that would stop at nothing to capture your kind.

but now, looking at the human man standing in front of you, for the first time, you started to doubt your father.

yes, he was a human, but did it really matter? he was pretty, and you liked pretty things. your horde of glimmering gems and jewels at home would vouch for you. how could a gorgeous being like him ever do any wrong?

the man in front of you hesitantly opens his mouth.

“i’m- i’m daniel,” he says, reaching a hand out for you to shake before changing his mind and rests it awkwardly to his side. “i’m sorry i called you a fat fish earlier…i didn’t know you were a-“ he gestures vaguely to your shiny tail- “mermaid.”

you brush the guilty thoughts of what your father would think away from you, and instead, scooch closer on the hot sand towards daniel.

even when the setting sun the paints the both of you a luminous orange hours later and you both lie at the edge of water, you still continue to chat idly. it’s honestly mostly daniel talking, but you don’t mind. his voice is enchanting in a way, like how you assume the sirens that your sisters always dreamed to be would sound to sailors in the water. your fingers swirl shapes in the sand as daniel continues to tell you how one of his silly shipmates named lando broke their captain’s most beloved magnifying glasses after he knocked it off a table.

“…and then, lando just leaves the mess hall as if the max’s magnifying glass wasn’t just broken in like, four pieces on the ground!” he says, moving his hands animatedly.

you giggle, fins flicking a little bit of water into the air, but you aren’t listening to his story, and instead, studying his face.

noticing your stare, daniel lets out a laugh and a toothy grin that you have come to be familiar with quickly. “what? do i have something on my face?” he asks, tilting his head in question.

”well…” you say teasingly. leaping up as best as you can, you place a kiss on his cheek before diving into the waves in front of you.

when you emerge from the foamy tides, daniel now stands, stunned, one hand lightly pressed to the place where you pressed a kiss.

you can tell his face is dusted with red, like the smooth coral near your home. there’s no doubt that yours is too.

“it’s a goodbye kiss,“ you explain. “because i have to go- it’s getting dark. it was nice talking to you, danny!”

you wiggle your fingers in a goodbye and are about to dive back into the water when daniel lets out a shout.

“wait!” he yells, hurriedly patting his pockets.

you hesitate, turning back to his figure on the shore.

from his left pocket, he draws out a beautiful patterned handkerchief.

“for you,” he states, extending his arm towards you.

when you grab the soft material from his hand, you swear you feel an electrifying buzz that flows from him into you.

god, how were you going to hide this from your father?

cursing yourself for forgetting the time, you practically dash home through the kelp forest and into the secret entrance that led to the cavern you called your home. your sisters are home already, carefully wrapping various items, like a gold compass and silver eyeglass in shimmery jellyfish-paper.

selkie, one of your older sisters, approaches you with an smile when she sees you float in.

”well? where’s your gift for father?” she asks, eyes trailing over you to see if you had brought anything special in.

quickly, you reach to your side for your kelp bag full of oysters. however, it isn’t there.

fuck.

it was probably still sitting on the oyster bed, abandoned, after daniel had mistakenly reeled you in with his net.

you scratch your head.

”well, i- er…”

selkie wrinkles her eyebrows, perplexed. “where were you all day, then, if not finding a gift for father?”

your other sisters look over, temporarily pausing from wrapping the stolen knick-knacks from the sailors.

”let me guess,” your other sister, marina, says from the messy table. “you went to go peek at the hot mermen down by the underwater cove, weren’t you? and then you lost track of time?”

if only she knew that you were looking at a gorgeous man, just not one that lived in the sea.

“no!” you screech, cheeks feeling a little warm from the thought of daniel in the sun. ”i wasn’t! i swear!”

your sisters laugh, fully convinced they had caught you in a lie. suddenly, selkie stops laughing and narrows her eyes at you. her slender arm reaches out, quick as a swordfish, and snatches daniel’s handkerchief from your hand.

“what is this, dear sister?” she says, holding it up to the algae light source at the top of the room to study it better.

panicked, you snap your hand towards the valuable cloth and try and rip it out of your sister’s grasp, but she is quicker. the cloth flicks out of her hand in a perfect arc and is caught by marina, who had stopped cutting the jellyfish paper. your other sisters stop what they are doing and crowd in as well, wanting to catch a glimpse of the fabric.

“give that to me!” you exclaim, pushing your sisters aside to take back daniel’s handkerchief. they had no right taking it away from you.

marina lets out a gasp before you are able to reach her.

“this…this is a human handkerchief!”

whipping her head towards you, she raises her eyebrow and smiles at you in amusement.

“so, you’ve finally broken your silly little promise to father huh?” she balls up the material and throws it at you. “did you finally get the guts to go up to the surface and steal something special for father?”

“yeah, and she didn’t even succeed in getting anything either- all she stole was a piece of cloth,” one of your other sister interjects.

you ignore the giggles of your sisters and sniff angrily at marina before picking up the fallen handkerchief from the ground shoving it into a chest on your shelf of shiny treasures.

that night, you give your father a small necklace made of the rubies and diamonds you found on the sunken shipwrecks. it is a far cry from the pearl necklace you had promised to make him, but he thanks you appreciatively and gives you a big hug. after dinner, he makes a big speech about how he is so thankful for such kind, obedient, and beautiful daughters, and you feel just the teensiest bit guilty for lying to him for the first time ever. however, the thought of daniel’s smile wipes it all away, and you fall asleep that night with his handkerchief tucked under your sponge coral pillow.

when day breaks, you often find yourself traveling upwards towards the forbidden surface in the same direction as your sisters. while poke their heads up near the massive wooden ships with plenty of sailors to prey on, you instead glide your way towards the bed of oysters. daniel is always there, in his scraggly linen shirt and brown tricorn hat, when you pop your head out of the bubbly tides. when the sun above him creates a halo around his head of curls and he smiles at you with twinkling brown eyes, you swear he must be an angel of some type. you both talk about every topic in the book, about daniel’s shipmates on his fishing boat, about your silly sisters and their siren dreams, and about life in general. and when the sun sets, like the first day, you press a kiss to daniel’s rough stubble, and he gifts you with a new trinket for your collection. as time goes on, your usual collection of gems and jewels are overshadowed by the many items from daniel. your sisters question you from time to time, but you never answer them. daniel was a secret- an oath- that you vowed to keep to yourself forever. your sisters could never appreciate daniel the way you did.

it’s just like any other day when you swim out of the secret entrance, past the seaweed forest with your sisters. like always, they drift towards their normal spot near the big mighty human ships and bob in the water, watching as the little sailors on the boats raise their sails and tie their ropes. taking a sharp turn, you leave them there as you head towards the oyster bed towards danny. when you pop out of the lazy tides of the water, the familiar muscular figure of daniel is standing there on the sand, like he always is. he gives you a smile and a wave, making your heart leap in your chest. you waste no time in gliding towards the shore and pulling yourself onto a low-hanging flat rock near the water.

danny practically leaps through the dunes of sand to take a seat next to you, not caring that the right sides of his linen shirt and brown trousers grow a little damp from the water on your tail. carefully, he undos the laces on his worn-out boots, before tossing it aside and sticking his feet in the cool water of the ocean.

a minute of comfortable silence passes over your figures on the rock. even without looking, you know his eyes are trained not at the endless expanse of ocean in front of you, but rather, on you.

”what?” you question him, without breaking your gaze on the beautiful surface world.

daniel doesn’t flinch from being caught staring. instead, he just smiles, eyes crinkling.

“you know, you do kind of look like a siren sitting on this rock,” he declares, not hiding the way his big brown eyes rake over your body appreciatively. you see how his gaze lingers on your glittery tail for a slight moment, probably admiring the sheer rainbow scales.

your cheeks heat up, unused to compliments from men (a human one, at that).

“well, you better be careful, danny,” you joke, using your fin to splash some water at him, “i might just lure you in with a song and drag you into the waves to drown you.”

he laughs, using a tattooed hand to shield himself from some of the bigger droplets. “well,” he admits, “i might just let you pull me in- how can anyone resist your pretty wiles?”

to that, your cheeks flush even more, and you become a little shy, looking at daniel timidly through your long lashes.

it’s weird to think about it- a year ago, an offhand mention of coming into contact with a human would have sent you into a frenzy. what if they captured you? what if they hurt you? you can’t help but feel silly at your past thoughts. as if your danny would ever do that.

”oh! i forgot,” he says quietly, reaching into his pocket. “i have something for you.” from the depths of his pant pocket, he pulls out a silver ring set with moonstone, a beautiful cloudy white gem that sparkles in the midday sun. gently, he places it in your lap. the jewel is shaped like a perfect circle, reminding you of the glittery white pearls that your sisters often wore in their hair.

“d’ya like it?” he inquires, eyes scanning your face for your reaction. “i found the gem, and asked my mate yuki to set it in this ring, especially for you!”

especially for me? this was just another reason why danny was better than all of the rather plain mermen down below the waves. when had they ever made a pretty ring- just for you?

you slip the ring onto a finger to find that it fits perfectly- not too tight and not too loose. in a burst of emotion, you reach up and cup the side of daniel’s face and pull him into a deep kiss.

when you pull apart a minute later, with flushed faces and swollen lips, daniel looks at you slyly.

“i take it that you liked it?”

you whistle a sweet tune as you do a flip in the water, leaving the oyster bed and daniel behind. you can’t help but keep glancing at the ring on your finger. it now glowed red, sparkling in the rare reddish rays of the setting sun that penetrated the water, a polar opposite of the pearly white from hours ago on the surface. when you reach the ships, you swim barely below the surface, teasingly flipping your tail into the air once in a while. he loves me, he loves me, you giddly repeat to yourself. a sudden thought of you leading your father to the surface to meet daniel flashes in your mind and it sends a shiver of scandalous delight through your body. you giggle to yourself quietly, but that’s when you hear it.

an awful scream, one that sounds awfully like- selkie.

you pop your head hesitantly above the water, alert and on guard.

like you predicted there, a distance away, was selkie. she was being hauled up into one of the towering ships by her tail. to your horror, your sister flails uselessly against the side of the boat as a grinning sailor pulls on the rope wrapped tightly around her body, hefting her up one pull at a time. your eyes meet your sister’s just as the evil sailor pulls her onto the deck of towering ship, effectively cutting off any possible chance of you communicating to her.

what the fuck?

you don’t even have a chance to react before you find yourself leaping through the water towards her. what the hell just happened? your sisters had to be around here somewhere. how could they let selkie get captured just like that?

when you reach the boat, the absence of the rest of your sisters is obvious. you only see marina bobbing half-hidden underneath the surface, face streaked with tears. even if she looked like she was in visible distress, you can’t help but reach toward her roughly, shaking her.

“what are you doing hiding under the surface??” you demand. “didn’t you see? selkie was just captured! we have to get father, and- and- everyone, and save her!”

marina pushes you away, face contorted with obvious fear and anger. “don’t you understand?” she yells, “they took father and everyone else, okay?? if i go up there, they’re gonna take me too, and they’re gonna take us and chop us up and sell us and-“

unable to continue the sentence, marina breaks into uncontrollable sobs.

you aren’t even sure how to even begin to comprehend your sister’s sentence. father…? your sisters…? how…?

before you can react, a brown net blocks the line of vision of where your sister was. it yanks upwards with surprising speed, pulling the blurry shape of marina with it.

”NO!!” you shriek, desperately trying to grasp the net before it pulls away. alas, you miss it by a centimeter, and it lifts up, up, up, out of the water. you don’t even think before leaping out of the water, catching onto the net with one hand, your last hope of rescuing your sister. she peers down through the holes of the net with teary eyes, but makes no attempt to move, as if accepting her fate.

no, no, no, you think desperately, tears blurring your vision. you ignore the burn of the rope cutting deep into your fingers as you use your free hand to slash at the net while it swings in place, too heavy for one sailor to lift. your nails breaks a few strands of the hard rope, but truthfully, you and your sister both know it’s no use. above you, a sailor with blue watercolor eyes peeks over the railing, spots you dangling there, and laughs. the ribbons of his sailor’s hat shake as he laughs, and a gold-lined brooch, with a grotesque image of mermaid in the center, shines brightly, as if taunting you. he disappears back behind the railing, and the footsteps of several other sailors slap across the deck before the net begins slowly lifting upwards again. you know you can’t keep this up for long. your strength was slowly fading from clutching to the net.

reaching up, you attempt to hack at the net holding marina one last time when she slips her hand through one of the holes and squeezes your hand.

“go,” she says, strangely calm, eyes meeting yours. “go and save yourself. it’s too late for me, okay?”

you start to refuse, words clogging your throat as your emotions overwhelm you. it’s not too late, you want to say, i can do it! i’ll break the net and then i’ll save you, and then- and then- i’ll get on the boat, somehow- and then i’ll save father, and then selkie, and then everyone else, i swear! i can do it! please!

marina snakes her hand onto your shoulder, and pushes.

against your will, your grip falters on the net and you fall down, down, down, back into the ocean.

and when you swim back towards to surface, wanting to tell marina to come back, come back, please, she has disappeared over the edge of the towering ship.

the salty tears that you cry disappear in the ocean around you as you flee like you never cried at all. the fish around you swim gleefully, as if you hadn’t just had your father and sisters ripped from you. the orangey-reddish glow of the setting sun continues to filter through the water, and the calming red glow now taunts you. the seaweed on the bottom of the ocean floor waves side to side in a calming rhythm, but all it does is remind you of the front door of your secret home, that you once shared with your sisters and father. emmy, the whale shark, blows a bubble ring at you in hello as she swims by. you don’t know why, but you punch the bubble ring, as hard as you can, shattering it into tiny bubbles, causing emmy to swerve away in fear. it’s weird, how fast your life can change. one minute you were sitting with daniel, one hand in his curls and his lips glued to yours, and the next you were- wait. daniel. he could help you! he was human, wasn’t he? he could talk to the evil sailors and convince them to release your sisters and father! they’d listen to him- he’s so nice and charismatic, he’s bound to be able to persuade them.

daniel was sitting on the beach where you had left him half an hour ago, when you approach the shore, drawing shapes in the sand. he seems surprised to see you, but immediately jumps up from the sand and waddles into the ocean. his boots and the bottoms of his pants become drenched with seawater, but he continues deeper into the water until he meets you in the middle.

smiling from ear to ear, he starts to say, “you missed me so much that you came back?” in a teasing tone, but his face immediately drops into a concerned one, once he realizes the droplets of water on your face are not from the ocean, and are in fact leaking from your eyes. he immediately opens his arms, as if inviting you in.

you swim into his arms, hands clutching to his muscled shoulders for dear life.

“hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, patting your back in an up and down motion comfortingly.

as memories of the traumatic kidnappings of your family flash through your mind, you begin to sob even harder. you are sure that your steady stream of tears could fill an entire ocean, at this point.

daniel doesn’t pry, like the kind-hearted person he is, and continues to run a hand gently down your back until your sobs have quieted down to occasional hiccups and you are ready to tell him what has happened.

he carries you gently to the upper shore, and sits with you, chest deep in water, while you tell him the events that occurred after you left- selkie being hoisted up onto the boat, marina getting caught in the net, the sailor with the brooch laughing at you, and marina pushing you away. when you finish, you grasp his hands, and plead with him to save your family from whatever awful fate was awaiting them on the ship, fresh tears rolling down your face.

he agrees almost immediately, and assures you, tomorrow- tomorrow, we will go, and i will save them for you, i promise, i promise.

and you believe him. the sun had set, and there was nothing you could do in the dark of night. all there was to do was to wait for tomorrow. so, when your quivering body calms, curled in deep sleep by the rocking waves of the shallow water and the comforting embrace of danny’s arms, he reaches up, and adjusts the collar of his linen shirt, making sure the gold-lined brooch, with a little mermaid engraved in the center, is still hidden. he then reaches down and gently slips the moonstone ring off of your finger and slips it into his pocket for next time. his work here was done. now all he had to do was to wait for max and lando to come haul you into the ship, and then they could go to the next location. he smiles, looking at your peaceful body entwined so willingly- so trustingly- against him, and can’t help but laugh. mermaids were so easy to trick.

a/n: i think i am just incapable of giving my fics good titles ;-; someone save me and help me give this one a better name please 🙏

[zevred]

Good Friends

pining and in denial rosie is doing something to my brain chemistry

rosie rosenthal x gn!reader

wc; 699

Rosie likes to think he’s friends with everyone at Thorpe Abbott. He’s been with his crew for years and he makes an effort to befriend the new guys when they come in, even if they won’t be around for long. Even John Brady’s stopped making snide remarks, and Rosie swears the band has started playing more of the songs he likes.

He’s definitely friends with you. That’s what he says when Pappy elbows him in the ribs, grinning, and when Crosby wags his eyebrows over the rim of his glass. It’s just that you like to dance and Rosie’s usually the one to indulge you. He can’t control when the music slows down and he can’t help but pull you close because he’d never ruin the last song of the night for you.

Maybe he’s given you a ride or two on the handlebars of his bike, or when he’s conveniently forgotten his bike at home, he takes the time to walk you across base. He likes hearing your laugh and even during those late nights, your smile is radiant under the moonlight. He’s chased you through the rain and let you muss his water-logged curls. Rosie’s hands tense at his sides when he sees the hair plastered to your neck. He tells himself he’d do the same for any of his friends and brushes the wayward tendrils into place. He says goodnight but Rosie knows you’ll haunt his dreams. The curl of your lips is superimposed on the inside of his eyelids. Your whispered taunts linger, brushing up against the shell of his ear. Even the smell of you is stuck on his skin.

He does his best to scrub himself of you before each mission. Rosie knows there’s a job to be done and he hates that the thought of you might distract him. So, he uses extra aftershave the morning he flies and slicks his curls into submission. He doesn’t have time to think about his friends flying in other forts, certainly not enough time to think of you. There’s only him, his crew, and the mission. There’s no room in the plane for the ghost of you.

When he lands and interrogation is over, Crosby tells him you’ve been a live wire, on edge for hours up in Air Exec. Rosie aches to know you’ve been fretting, but when he sees you, he plasters on a cocky smile—the one that always has you rolling your eyes—and asks if you’ve been missing him.

You always look a little shaken, a little like a ghost when you see him again, but without fail you scoff and turn to walk away from him, allowing him to sling an arm around your shoulders and haul you into his side. You walk like that, hip to hip, and Rosie can almost feel your ribs folding, making room to interlace with his.

You stop outside the gear room, and the rest of Rosie’s crew is already inside, stripping out of their flysuits. It’s the two of you alone in the hallway and his name is a hoarse whisper on your lips. Rosie. He’s never Captain Rosenthal when it’s just the two of you. You called him Robert once, to accuse him of cheating in cards, and the aghast look on his face sent you into such a fit of laughter, the game of cards was abandoned. But when you say his name like that…

Rosie.

Your bodies are pressed close, near enough to share breath. You’re looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, cheeks flushed and—he shouldn’t notice but he does—your lips are bitten-red. He doesn’t need to hear your question to know he’ll say yes. You could ask him to fish down the moon and he’d steal it from the sky. Usually, you’re asking to see his plane or to swap sides at meals. There are some things, some things that make his breathing hitch, that Rosie wonders if you’ll ever ask. He could ask, step just an inch closer, but the question tangles in his throat and he repeats the same mantra he’s been saying for months.

You’re just friends. Good friends.

[pixelnrd]

The final destination on Heather’s bucket list was Sulani. It was a place she had been to once before but never really gotten to know. She knew her Dad had grown up there in a hippy island community, that he had resented it and moved away. She had always wanted to know more about this place that looked so tropical and picturesque in all the pictures - surely it couldn’t be as bad as her Dad made it out to be.

Indeed upon arriving Heather realised her Dad was surely wrong. This place was a paradise. An island haven of beautiful beaches and oceans. These days it was less hippy commune than it was in the 70s, and more tourists and spring break beach parties. But that didn’t stop Heather from exploring it at her own pace. She would snorkel in the reefs and JetSki across the foreshore, feeling the salty spray in her hair. She would purchase food out of little beach shacks - barbqeued fish, sweet tropical fruits and Kalua pork - and eat it on the beach.

Heather made contact with her cousins while in Sulani and spent time with them too. She got to know her cousin Siouxie well and the two would often go to the beach in the late afternoon to sunbathe and swim.

Siouxie showed Heather the fun side of Sulani. She helped her find a job bartending at one of the many beach shacks that lined the foreshore, and every night Heather would sling cocktails before clocking off and partying with the rest of the backpackers and college students that came through.

And every now and then someone new would catch Heather’s eye, and those little sparks she loved would begin to fly. She couldn’t help herself but fall head over heels for every girl that reciprocated her affection.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

💚 for Jake and baby Blue please my lovely 🥰

💚 A Healing Kiss with Jake and Baby Blue

I had an absolute blast writing this request for you, Beth! I hope you adore it! After all, what could be cuter than stingrays and kissing Jake on the beach?

“Oh my god, you're so cute!” 

You're in seventh heaven, wearing waders and standing in the middle of the clearest waters you think you've ever seen. There are so many rays prowling cheerily through the water. The throng is thickest around you as you stand holding a basket of scraps of fish. The water is the clearest blue you've ever seen, the white sand sparkling under the rays of the sun. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, getting to experience the Cayman Islands with so many stingrays. You've always been interested in stingray conservation, and Jake, your beloved, wonderful husband, heard you express longing only once before you had tickets booked. Of course, Jake's here too because he loves beaches and because he hasn't let you out of his sight since you said, “I do.”

You don’t mind, relishing in the heat of his gaze as he watches you do what you love to do, what you thrive doing. Right now, he's a ways down the beach, strolling through the waves and looking like a model. He's got your wedding ring with its blue sapphire for safekeeping while you're dealing with smelly fish guts and eager stingrays. Speaking of the rays, and not your husband, you're here to help measure the rays right before they enter their breeding season. Your job is to slip each ray a piece of fish after they get measured and released outside of the temporary enclosure, the one the other marine biologists call the “baby gate”. 

By the time you walk back onto the beach, you're sweaty and stinking of fish. But your heart practically sings. This is what you studied so hard to do. You're part way through a discussion about stingray mating when you notice Jake limping your way.

All marine statistics and thoughts of cute stingray pups fly right out of your head.

“Are you okay?”

He slings an arm across your shoulders and pastes an easy grin on his face.

“I’m perfect, sweetheart! Now, why don’t we go get cleaned up and get some dinner?”

You agree easily, but halfway to your rental cat, you get the sneaking suspicion you aren’t actually going to enjoy dinner anytime soon. 

“Are you sure you’re alright, Jake?”

“Right as rain, baby Blue.” His smile is starting to look more like a grimace. “Why do you ask?”

“‘Cause you’re limping, and you look like you’re in pain.” You pop the tailgate of the ridiculously big truck Jake insisted on and push him down.

“What happened, darling?”

“A jellyfish. I didn’t even see it in the water.  All I felt was the bite. Then I looked down.”

Your brain goes into overdrive. What if Jake was stung by a Box Jelly or a Sea Nettle?

“It was a little clear white one with purple dots on top.”

You gasp in relief as you scramble for the tote bag you slung into the backseat this morning.

“You’re lucky I packed for jellyfish stings and stingrays, babe.”

You brandish the hydrocortisone in success as you tug it out of your bag. 

“Where's the bite, Jake?” Your eyes are focused on his legs, trying to figure out where the bite could be. He doesn’t respond. There's a hopelessly fond look on Jake's face when you look back up.

“On my calf.”

Treating the small sting is easy, a couple of dabs of hydrocortisone cream and Jake is good to go. You massage the cream into his calf in slow, gentle circles, trying not to put too much pressure on it. Every time your eyes flick upwards to meet his own, you see a grin growing across his cheeks. But you don’t address it until you've wrapped a protective bandage over the skin.

“What're you smiling at me for, huh?”

“Well, you're smiling back!” he quips, eyes crinkling with the force of his smile, sun-streaked hair curling over his forehead. You roll your eyes at the childish quip.

“You're so beautiful, Baby Blue.” 

The gentle words in a reverent tone make you flush with a heat completely different from the summer sun blasting down.

“You were in your element today, and I swear you've only been more beautiful when you walked down the aisle to me.”

He tips your chin up, hands gentle as they pull you closer.

“My hands are covered in hydrocortisone cream,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Don’t care. Want a kiss from my Baby Blue to make me feel better.”

Those words, coupled with a boyish smirk, have you groaning even as you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping your fingers away from his person.

“Mmm, you're lucky I love you, Jake.”

“You are going to kiss me, right?”

The kiss you press to your husband's lips makes today even better than stingrays and getting to flex your Marine Biologist skills ever could. How did you get so lucky with this man? You can't believe another woman once looked at him and decided he wasn't her forever. But you know you'd thank her anyway. Because Jake Seresin is yours.

“Mmm,” his groan makes you shudder when you pull away. “You know, I'd get stung by jellyfish any day if this was the tender loving care I got at the end of the day.”

You cackle as you wipe the rest of the sticky cream off on a napkin.

“You know, if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask, right?”

“What can I say? My pretty wife gets me all hot when she's competent.”

You get a little heart-eyed and swoony when he says things like this. So you press another kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“So take me back to the hotel and show me! I don't mind room service tonight!”

Tonight's going to be fun, you think, as you chuck the tote into the backseat and buckle yourself in. You can hear Jake cursing as he closes up the tailgate and starts the car.

“You, Baby Blue, are trouble.” He admonishes, green eyes dark as they playfully glare you down.

“Yours!” you chirp back, completely sure tonight is going to be even better than stingrays.

Not to spoil anything, but it definitely was.

Ask me to write a kiss for one of my pairings!

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Shanks x Reader Imagine - Unfortunate Sailing

(This little imagine has been stuck in my brain for a while.)

You're part of the Red Hair Pirates, while you're happy to drink and get drunk with the crew, you only do it sometimes as you like not waking up with hangover or trying to do your liver in. Plus in the mornings you enjoy the quiet before everyone starts to wake up and groaning with a hangover.

If you're feeling annoyed because of the crew you will bring pots out of the kitchen and banging them, watching the crew moan, simply for your pleasure.

One particular morning you got a call on your personal Den Den Mushi, from your childhood friend, explaining a situation that was happening and needed help. After listening to them you figured that the rest of crew of wasn't needed for this, as you knew a few people in your hometown that will that would be more than happy to help.

After telling crew and declining the offer for them helping, knowing that them being there was a little overkill and you didn't want the town run dry of rum, with how much they all drunk and stocked up on, but did promise them that if you needed help you would inform them.

After packing what you needed and weapons, you told the crew to behave till you got back and hopefully you would be back as soon as possible. Shanks asked once more if you were sure of your decision and told him you were. He then said where they would potentially gonna be when you finished with business, you pressed a kiss on his lips and left, as you began your journey home.

You made it to your hometown quicker than you were expecting and immediately started making plans with some of the other people to deal with the problem of the bandits.

Having dealt with pirates of varying crews, the bandits were easy to take care of and very little injuries were attained by all. The whole town held a party after the bandits were defeated and didn't have to worry about them anymore.

Having spent a week catching up with your friends, you knew it was time to leave and head back to your red headed man.

Surprisingly you were able to get on a ship that was heading near where Shanks and the crew should be, so that made your life easier or it would of, had the ship not been attacked in the night half way through the journey.

You were thrown from the bed you were sleeping into a table with such force you were certain that you heard cracks, as you wheezed trying to get your breath back.

Hearing shouting and screaming, you grabbed your weapons and left the room to find who was attacking and help out. More cannonballs were being shot and you were doing the best to dodge people and the splinting wood that was flying around.

Just as you reach the deck, you were thrown again by the sheer force and you crashed into the railing of the ship, with your left collarbone taking the brunt, making you give a small cry of pain.

You did your best to fight but due to the darkness, the pain you were in and being unable to recognize who was attacking, most likely pirates, the battle was over and you were left clinging to broken wood to keep yourself afloat.

At some point you slipped unconscious and when you woke next, you were in a white room with light hitting your face, you were sure you would of died drifting unconscious at sea.

Eventually you found out from the doctor that had been looking after you, that a fishing boat had gone out earlier and had found you and brought you back to their island to be treated.

The doctor explained that you had broken your left collar in two places, and that it should remain in a sling until it was healed, you also had a couple of ribs that were fractured and the others were bruised, so best to avoid to doing much as they heal and then there was a gush to the head that was healing fine.

You had more cuts and bruises all over your body, that were bandage up, but resting and not moving much was the best thing for you.

After a couple of day, you were able to contact Shanks and the crew, letting them know you needed to be picked up, but conveniently left out what had happened, that was a conversation for later.

You had been at the port since the ship was spotted, so when the Red Force had finally arrived in port and docked, you were relieved to finally be going home, sleeping in your own bed and taking a long bath but you were also apprehensive giving your current state.

Taking a deep as breathe as you, being mindful for your ribs, you watched as the gangplank was lowered and waited for the commotion of the crew, when a little voice in the back of your mind made you wonder if you could escape before they saw you but that thought quickly left, as you heard your name being called.

You quickly told them to shut up, it was too early to be dealing with them and their shenanigans plus you weren't in the mood for it. You could hear Beck say it was past midday and you shot him a betrayed look he was meant to be on your side, as the other responsible person on the ship.

You were doing everything in your power to avoid the glaring issue and certain red head, you were happy they were here but you just wanted your bed and deal everything later one.

You were distracted by the crew that you didn't notice the looming shadow over you till your head was moved so you were looking up into the face of your captain and lover.

You could see concern in his eyes, obviously, but also there was a hint of anger and could see he was about to ask, but you stopped him by putting your hand up and shook your head.

His shoulders fall and pressed a kiss into your hair, and only says later to you, to which you just nod your head as his hand rests on the small of your back, as you head back aboard the ship.

Once back in the capital cabin, you looked at the bed and couldn't wait to be in it but you first a had a quick wash and pulled on loose cloth, with slight difficulty and pain but you managed. You then settled on the bed and did the best you could to find the best position to sleep.

At some point when you were napping Shanks had come in and settled behind you, gently pulling you between his legs and laying you against his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head.

When you wake sometime later it takes you a few moments to realise you weren't in the same position as earlier but definitely felt more comfortable than what you had fallen asleep in.

You felt a hand stroking your hair and moved your head to see Shanks, you didn't think it would anyone else but you never know its happened before.

After a few moments and feeling more awake, then shuffled around so your right side was against his chest, allowing you to look up at him easier. There was silence between you two as his hand came up and ran his fingers over the nearly healed gush on your head. It left a little scar but your hair would cover mostly.

His hand then travelled down your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, then travelled down your neck and across your left collarbone with the lightest of touches and then continued down over your ribs before resting his hand on your waist.

The stillness between the two of you only last a few moment, before Shanks is resting his cheek on top of your head before asking what had happened to you to end up with those injuries.

So you explained to him how everything had happen, there were a couple of moment, while explaining when his fingers digged to your waist, which made you wince as you were still covered bruises and cuts.

You knew that he was down right furious, murderous, at the pirates that had attacked you and a little angry at himself for not being more insistent that the Red Force went with you, and you getting hurt could have been avoid altogether.

To distract Shanks from his musing, you moved your head and pressed kisses into his jawline and a couple of his neck, which got him, as he looked down at you with a cheeky smile.

He then peppered your face with kisses, as he teased that you couldn't be that hurt but he wouldn't fall victim to your alluring smile and addictive kisses till you had recovered.

You just laughed at him and kissed him again, to which he turned his head away each time and said nope, he wasn't falling for it again.

After a few moments of trying, you pouted at him and saying you were gonna tell Beck that he was being mean and attempted to get up but Shanks just tighten his hold to keep you against him, as he gave you a couple of more kisses and rub his face against your, whining that Beck would make him do some sort work.

You shook your head at his antics before a yawn escaped you, so you settled into a comfortable position and closed your eyes. As you drifted off you felt one more kiss pressed into the side your head and a mumbles words of affection.

It had been over a week since your return to the Red Force and had docked at some little island, having a party on the beach.

You were happily sitting in-between Shanks legs, using his thigh as a pillow, watching the fire as Lucky was cooking on it, when an unexpected visitor turned up, making some of the newer crew mates reach for their weapons.

Lifting your head up to see who was causing the commotion, you saw that it was the sword wielding Warlord. Shanks told the men to stand down as he welcomed Mihawk to come and drink with them.

Mihawk eyes locked on you, as you gave the Warlord a smile as you laid your head back down, noticing the bandages and sling that your arm was still you.

While Shanks was carding his fingers through your hair, Mihawk came and crouched in front of you, taking your face gently in his hand, he then called you Darling as he looked over you.

Upon hearing Mihawk call you darling, Shanks pouted at the swordsman and complained why he never got called darling.

Noticing the look that Mihawk was giving Shanks, you giggled to yourself, before his attention turned back to you and inquired as to what happened, as he stroked your cheek. You gave a murmured short explanation of what had happened.

When he let go of your face, you made a little grumble at the loss as you went back to using Shanks thigh, as the red head gave a better explanation of what happened to you to the Warlord.

As both men spoke (more like bickering you though) with each other, you slowly drifted off to the sound of their voices.

(Possibly implied MiShanks x Reader, take it how you wish)

[cooperbutter88]

I'm seeing some other people share their mlp one piece designs so I wanna share my own here!!

I made the designs pretty simplistic- I wanted them to look like they could be background ponies inside the actual show of mlp. I also tried to make them look as show-accurate as possible!! I'll talk a bit about them under each picture, but you can just scroll through to see them all.

Starting with Luffy!

A purple earth pony! Also, I made it so all devil fruit users gain swirls on their hooves. His cutiemark is a treasure chest with some meat inside, next to his hat. (Don't... Don't think to hard on the implications of meat in the mlp world 😅)

Pegasus Zoro! Three sword style is so much easier with 6 limbs. His cutiemark is a thought bubble of three swords in the shape of a Z (to signify his constant napping) (Zoro will say it's to signify his name)

Nami is an earth pony, simply because if she was a Pegasus then her weather based attacks wouldn't be too impressive... Her cutiemark is a vine with tangerines attached, though if you look closely you see they aren't fruit, they're berri and a compass

Usopp is a unicorn with an extra long horn. I gave him some deep purple eyes that I think goes well with his coat

His cutiemark is mallet and a sling shot meld together.

Sanji is a unicorn with a slight curve of his horn. His eyes are magenta to reference his heart eyes. His cutiemark is a frying pan with four fish cooking, plus a smoke cloud that starts with a curly line that grows into a heart.

(couldn't get it to download with no background... Lame)

Chopper!!! He's a a reindeer that ate the pony pony fruit. He's smaller than the rest still, but when he transforms he either turns into a large stallion or his usual reindeer look. Also gave him some blue accents to go with his nose.

Robin! I gave her cuffed hooves, because I think it goes well with the cowboy aesthetic of Miss All Sunday

The hooves she makes with her devil fruit don't have her the swirls, but they do have the same cuffed look

Her cutiemark is a book, that also appears to look like a poneglyph (pony glyph?)

Super franky! Another unicorn, though he lost his horn in the train crash. He rebuilt it with metal but it doesn't work the same now. His different coloring represents the parts of his body rebuilt as a cyborg.

His cutiemark is a ship in a sea of cola. The top of the ship is also a hammer. The background sun also looks a bit like the sunny! I imagine he was a late bloomer of his mark, getting it after he recovered from the train accident.

Brook who looks honestly pretty creepy like this! I tried to replicate his goofy skeleton look but it's difficult for a pony... Anyways! I made him a Pegasus that can no longer fly (no feathers...)

His cutiemark is embroidered on his pants, a music note that's also his top hat.

...

There's all the strawhats!! If you're a fan of these designs, I actually have them all (+ another character) available as stickers on my Etsy!

They're three inches big and they stick wonderfully, I've had one on my water bottle for the past two months and it hasnt shown any signs of peeling!!

[willtheweaver]

OC favorite tag

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet @theink-stainedfolk @winglesswriter

Rules: Share photos of your OC’s favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast, and if they’re an introvert/ ambivalent /extrovert. BONUS: Add some music/ songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don’t have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe!)

Fen-

Color- Green and red

shoes- none

Season- Spring

Weapon- Sword, sling, bow

Food- Hotdish

Drink- Ginger tea

Clothing- Nothing overly fancy, just simple and comfortable. He prefers long clothing in order to conceal himself

Mode of transportation- Foot (never got around to learning to fly due to ,well, having to keep his identity a secret :(

Animal- Crow (obviously)

Hobbies- Stargazing, archery, spear fishing, parkour, stone skipping

Breakfast- Bread with honey, sometimes with jam, dried or preserved meat

Introvert/extrovert/ambivalent- Introvert

Song- (If anyone knows if Tolkien named this one, pls let me know)

The Road goes ever on and on

down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

and I must follow if I can,

pursuing it with eager feet,

until it joins some wider way

where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

Tagging @inseasofgreen @kelpie-writes @theeccentricraven @darkandstormydolls @words-after-midnight

@whatwewrotepodcast @noblebs @an-indecisive-nerd @indecentpause @the-inkwell-variable

@alinacapellabooks @mundanemoongirl and open tag

[queerdiazs]

Eddie’s alive, just stuck in the Upside Down, but he doesn’t go to Dustin or Mike or Lucas—oh, no. And not even Steve, either, no matter how much he respects the dude.

Nah, Eddie traverses the woods of the Upside Down, knows where that old beat up truck sits that he and Wayne found a few months ago during season that they fixed up with the blessing of the landowner, and waits for his uncle there. 

Eddie’s trailer is fucked and he knows Wayne doesn’t have the money to afford a hotel room, so he sits in that truck in the woods, shivering and bleeding and singing songs to keep himself awake, and waits until Wayne turns it on.

And when he does in a few hours, Springsteen’s faintly heard and Eddie laughs because he loves his uncle, adores the man and he wishes he told him more of that when he had the chance, but he’s determined he’ll have more time later, he just has to get out of this hellish place first, and so he starts talking. 

It startles Wayne at first, swears and yells flying, and then there’s tears shared between them, so close and yet so far apart. Eddie explains what he can, pressing his hands into his wounds in hopes of slowing the bleeding, and he tells Wayne to hurry with an aborted, “I love you.” 

Wayne hurries. He fishes his rifle out from beneath his seat and thinks—about the kids who joined Eddie's club, about the band kid and the kid with the questions and the other kid, too, with soft brown eyes and a sad smile when he ducked his head in acknowledgment—and takes off. 

He finds Harrington’s house, knocks on the door until the kid comes running. He slings it wide, revealing himself and the band kid and Henderson, Wayne thinks, who's momma is sweet and kind at the diner, and says, “My nephew is alive. Let’s go get him.”

And he didn’t know what he expected from this kid—if he thought he’d get directions or what—but he’s surprised when Harrington nods, slips on some shoes, and follows him outside to his truck where Eddie's voice is still coming through the radio. 

Harrington says hi, a broken sort of thing, and promises they’re on the way, for him to just stay where he’s at, and Eddie giggles, says, “My knight in shining armor,” because he's always been romantic, and Harrington goes red and says, “Goddamn right I am,” and Wayne listens to Eddie's laughter the whole way to the portal that takes them to the other world. 

It's dark and ugly and dead, but they find Eddie fast. He’s bleeding out, blubbering as soon as he sees Wayne and Steve—“Call me Steve, please.”—and it takes both of them to carry Eddie up and out of that shithole dimension. 

They take him to the hospital, Eddie resting in Steve's arms the whole way, and as soon as Eddie's taken back and stabilized, Wayne and Steve collapse in the hallway. They’re quiet when they do it, but Steve's tears are hot and Wayne’s grip is tight and they hold one another close. They ask a nurse for an extra bed in Eddie's room; she’s reluctant but she does it anyway when Steve asks nicely. 

Wayne and Steve camp Eddie's room as he rests, talking quietly and getting to know one another better and sharing stories of Eddie. soon, Wayne passes out in the recliner—helps his back if he sleeps upright since those discs have been deteriorating—and wakes up a few hours later to see the extra bed unused.

Steve’s crawled up into Eddie's bed with him, nestled close and tight, and they’re both awake, faces turned toward one another as they giggle and whisper and chuckle, but Wayne can’t hear them and he thinks that’s okay. 

He rests some more, content to listen to the soft sounds of his boys—his boys, ‘cause Harrington is his now; a decision he made when he saw the darkness in the kid's eyes that reminds him so much of his own shit—lull him to sleep. 

That is, until one Dustin Henderson hears the news that Eddie's alive and safe and recovering. He causes a ruckus and a half, and the hospital staff is in shambles, and Wayne laughs because he might just have to make Dustin one of his own, too.

[i-give-you-a-fish]

holy shit you're so cool

-- @fishslingeranon-official

Thanks, it’s mostly the saltwater i cover myself in

Also

You get a Blue Flying Fish

Exocoetus volitans

I want you to sling this bad boy into the sun

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Missing Sock

Summary: Azula and Sokka take a trip to Norway. Sokka does not like planes.

He first sees Tromso as a twinkling of golden dots amid a sprawling, craggy snow-capped expanse. A sea of black rocks with frosty-sugary caps. The rest is hard to make out between the semi-darkness of near nightfall and a good wintery haze of snowflakes. He watches them rush over the plane’s blinking wing. He leans back in his seat and holds his breath. 

Azula reaches for his hand. “You doing okay?”

“I hate this part.” He admits. “My ears do this popping thing…”

“Everyone’s ears do that.” She fishes around her carry on bag and offers him a stick of cinnamon gum. He hates cinnamon but the popping it twice as unpleasant so he hastily unwraps it and pops the gum into his mouth. 

“I hate flying. I really hate flying.” He winces. “I hate landing the most because sometimes it does this bumpy thing, especially when the weather is like this. But landing is the only way to stop flying…are you seeing the issue?”

Azula chuckles. “Yes, I think that I understand the problem.” 

He squeezes her hand as the pilot welcomes them to Tromso and announces their descent with a reminder to remain seated with their seatbelts fastened. As though Sokka had even unfasted his to begin with. 

“It’ll be over before you know it.” Azula promises. But he knows that she knows as well as he does that he is going to be petrified and sinking deeper and deeper into that plane seat until its wheels touch the icy ground. 

Oh geez! What if the runway is icy? What if they forgot to salt it and it is too slick for a good landing? Do they even salt runways? He yelps as the plane hits its first patch of turbulence. To her credit Azula doesn’t sigh or roll her eyes. He decides that she is a true gift from the universe when she allows him to practically crush her hand.

.oOo.

“Well that wasn’t so bad.” He declares. 

“Right.” Danger behind them, she resumes her eye rolling. “Please don’t tell me that you get carsick too because we still have about a two hour bus trip to Lyngenfjord.”

“Buses, trains, cars, those are fine. I can deal with those.” He promises. And he keeps to his word. In fact he seems to rather enjoy watching the frosty landscape roll by. And she is rather fond of watching the snowfall in the headlights. 

She yawns and leans herself on Sokka’s shoulder. The chatter around her combined with tinkling folk tunes playing over the speakers and the rocking of the bus is making her sleepy. She nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck and lets him stroke her hair.

When she opens her eyes again it is to a wall of mountains that fill the skyline.

The bus comes to a stop. While she waits for the aisle to clear she yawns again and gives her arms a good stretch.

And when her feet meet the snow she gives her legs a few pumps. “I really do hate sitting all day.” She remarks. Especially since it is now an hour into nighttime. The wind gives her cheeks a few good kisses and she has burrows herself deeply into her coat. 

Sokka steps off of the bus and takes a candy cane out of his pocket and his eyes light up. “I forgot that this was in there!” He looks at it and shrugs. 

“Please tell me that you got that last week or something and not last year.” Azula grumbles. 

Sokka hums, “it very well could have been from last year.”

“You sicken me.” 

He slings an arm over her shoulder. “And you’re going to spend a whole week with me in a small glass igloo.” He fixes her with a lopsided girn. “Just you, me, and the night sky. And also a bunch of people we just road the bus with but they won’t be in our igloo…”

“I sure hope not.” Azula stuffs her hands into her pockets. 

Sokka checks his watch. “It looks like we’re just on time for dinner. I’ve been meaning to try that delicious, delicious reindeer meat.” 

“What would Aang say about that? I’m going to tell him that you…”

“Don’t do that! He’s a sensitive guy. What happens in Norway stays in Norway.”

“Is that how we’re approaching this trip? It’s going to be one big secret?”

“I think that it would be funny if every time Zuko asked how it went we both just said something like, ‘oh…you know…’ and then just not elaborate. Make it sound more exciting than it really was. And if he really pushes for details we can talk about how I was abducted by a troll and taken to the mountain said and you had to steal a longship and come rescue me.” 

“Let’s just get dinner.” She sighs. 

“You’re right, sled-dogs would be more believable than a longship.” 

“That’s the part of the story that would be unbelievable?” She shakes her head and stuffs her hands back into her pockets. She follows Sokka down the snowy path, listening to the sifting of snow beneath their feet. Watching her breaths puff towards a starry night sky. 

Sokka slips his arm through hers.

.oOo.

He thinks that Azula is absolutely precious when she is asleep. Her face is so serene, so relaxed. She isn’t exactly asleep yet, she is still stirring, trying to keep herself awake. He keeps telling her that they have all week to see the northern lights and that he will wake her up if he spots them. 

She begins to untangle herself from abundant layers of the most fluffy blankets that he has ever seen. Now and then she treats him to her softer side. The softer side that enjoys wearing oversized sweaters-–usually his. The softer side that allows for moments where her feet hang over the side of the bed; during her sleep, one of her socks had come off. She stares at her feet with a soft pout, resigning herself to rummaging through the blankets to find the missing one. 

He doesn’t wait for her to find it before scoping she and the remaining blanket that she has left wrapped around her shoulders into his arms. She gives him a small protesting shout. “I haven’t found my other sock yet.” 

“Why do you need a sock when you have a Sokka?”

She groans. “I swear, I will throw you out of this igloo and let you freeze to death.” 

He snickers. “Then who’s going to make you some hot chocolate to go with your view of the northern lights.” He sets her down on the sofa and gestures to the glass ceiling. He turns his back on her. “Trick question!” He answers before she can and turns around to reveal two steaming mugs. “I already made them.” 

It is so stupid. Even he knows that. And while it is indeed stupid, it is stupidly touching. He can see that smile on her face. The one that she makes when she is trying not to laugh. She takes the cup in her hands. 

He loves that particular smile very much. She doesn’t wear it often, usually saving it for when they are alone together. 

“You want to go outside and have a closer look?”

“I’m going to need my sock for that.” 

He points to the floor at the foot of the bed.

.oOo.

This isn’t the first time that she has seen the northern lights with him. But they look different—each location providing its own special atmosphere and magic. Rovaniemi had been more enchanting and childlike, like a fairy tale. The lights over the Blue Lagoon in Iceland had a very contrasting maturity to them. In part it felt like they were a part of the Lagoon’s package deal. They were nice to see with glasses of wine and a hydrating facial mask. Lyngenfjord is a nice in between;  majestic and powerful. Caught between a visual lullabye and a type of luminous meditation. They wrap themselves around the mountain tops adding sprays of green and teal to the sharp white of snow. 

Lyngenfjord has a rolling sheet of water and she can see the glowing ribbon reflected in it. It is like seeing two displays at once. 

She supposes that she should consider herself lucky that the lights only show themselves briefly, she could get frostbite while transfixed under their spell. Gloves and a steaming cup of hot chocolate won’t spare her nose from the harshness of the cold. 

“You just don’t get tired of them, do you?” 

She shakes her head. She would like to see them everywhere. To pick and choose which displays were her favorites. She sits herself in Sokka’s lap and hands him her phone. So far they have three pictures for their scrapbook—a hobby that has been treating her well. She can refer back to it when she needs a reminder that things aren’t so bad. That most of the time she is a happy person. She slips her phone back into her pocket and tilts her face up for one last glimpse at the lights as they fade back into the stars. 

Sokka takes the opportunity to press a kiss to her lips. “Want me to tuck you back in?” 

She nods. “Yes please.”

Her dreams are pleasant that night. 

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (37)

37. The Kraken and the Dragon

MASTERLIST

Summary: The war takes an interesting turn, and you found yourself with your hand ties with a new danger looms over your new and big family 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2.8 k

Notes:  Sorry it took so long, I was really overwhelmed with all the fronts I opened, but here we are! thanks for the patience

You know Cregan had been sleeping some herbs into your nightly tea for you to sleep more soundly, and you thank him for it… you  had been so psychologically drained that nights are essential to recover your energy… but the dreams you are having are slowly torturing you

Last night dream consisted in scouting the frozen woods, on foot, finding your dragon slings hugging each other in a frozen cave, they jumped at the sight of you, and ran towards your awaiting arms

It felt so real you almost believe it, you could see the scenery so clearly in your head, it broke your heart when you woke up and you were alone in your room in Winterfell

Your search has been fruitless, your children were still missing, no leads, no nothing, except for…

When you were flying above Torrhen’s Square, you had heard of a group of two children, a young woman, and a dragon, that led you to a small fishing town on the banks of a river.

But what you found there was even more scary…

Ironborns, in small boats, raiding the villages… There was no connection and yet, you felt like it was… like there was a vivid connection between those two separate sightings

You knew your sister had a pact with the Greyjoys, a flimsy pact that was less of an alliance because you knew how flimsy Irion borns where only a fool would trust them…

Before you could investigate that lead further, Rhaegar came to find you, you shared your theories with him, but before you could act on them… He gave you his news

“We have to return to Winterfell, now”, he said, alarmed, “there is news from King’s Landing, we need to go”, with your heart in your mouth you both flew back to the capital of the North, what can it possibly be this important to…?

Rhaenyra had taken King’s Landing, and she was summoning you

“She what?”, you asked, your son wore concern in his eyes, and Cregan did as well as he looked at you

“Rhaenyra took King’s Landing, it wasn’t difficult, the royal army decimated, all the Queen’s children gone, nobody knows where Aegon is”, he said firmly, “and her first command was to summon you to the capital”, he said, looking right at you

You grabbed your forehead, because you were certain you had gotten a sudden fever, you felt dizzy and 

“Gods”, you whisper, “What about… all the traitors?”

“She filled the dark cells under the Keep”, said Rhaegar, “the first one to go will be Otto Hightower

“Of course”, you whispered, “and you both said, she wants to see me?”

“Yes, she summoned you first”, said Cregan

“Me? why?”, again, his concern was visible

“I’m guessing for you the bend the knee”, he said

“I can’t go, I’m looking for my children”, you said wobbly

“There is something else”, Rhaegar said

“What? what is it?”, you asked

“He said something cryptic in the message, she wrote, The Kraken and the Dragon”

You got angry, you didn’t want to answer the call, but, how could you say no? if the ironborn… if the Greyjoys had your children… you didn't even want to know what might happen to them, they were treacherous, not to be trusted, and Sarra…

“What?”, you asked, suddenly enraged, there were no coincidences, you had learned that the hard way, and if Rhaenyra mentioned the name of the people you thought responsible for taking your children…

“You need to go, I will stay here and follow the lead, I’ll fly to Pyke myself if I have to”, he promised you

“The Greyjoys cannot be trusted”, you warned, but as you look into his eyes, you whined, “I want to find my babies”, you whispered, “I want to find Sarra”, you said

“I know, but if you don’t go…”

“What? what do you think is going to happen?”, you asked

“Mother, you had risen armies, you looked her in the eye and told her she wasn’t your Queen, you need to bend the knee”, he said, “there is too much at stake”

And it hit you

You had said those things to her, you fought her battles as you were distracted, she had taken the Iron Throne for herself.

“I will go”, you said, “I will go and bend the knee for all of us”

“I will go to Pyke”, Rhaegar said

“I will need a ride South”, said Cregan looking at you

Time was acting curious when the only thing you cared about was finding your children, time became a funny thing, and when you flied all the way down to King’s Landing in one night, time happened even faster

Soon you landed in the Dragonpit, and everywhere you looked at… was black and red, red and black, the red three headed dragons heraldry could be seen hanging from everywhere

It was insane

Cregan had come with you, sensing he needed to bend the knee to ease the troubled mind of the new Queen, who had lost so much during this war.

You were received by a carriage and a platoon of soldiers, all of them wearing black and red, it was dizzying.

King’s Landing has not been touched by war, it had no held battles within its walls, and yet, you could feel it in the air as you were advancing through the empty streets, the unrest, the uneasiness, the mistrust, it was like the calm before the storm. Like in the middle of the gloomiest, coldest day you felt this warm breeze, something that clearly did not belong there, that it was a clear omen that a storm was on their way.

That is what you felt 

You were received by cold, unknown looks, not even one single Lord, the Keep seemed empty, devoid of life, and the lousy court. It was empty.

You guessed that first the Greens eliminated those who were devoted to Rhaenyra, and now Rhaenyra had eliminated those who were devoted to Aegon the Usurper

Black banners with your sister’s sigil were hung on both sides of the huge entrance to the Throne Hall, and soon you walked those short steps up to enter the most important room in all the Kingdoms. You shared concern looks with Cregan when you were before the doors, he only nodded, and soon, the doors opened

“Princess Y/N of House Targaryen, Lady of Harrenhal, and Lord Cregan of house Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North”, someone presented, you looked down the room, to the other side and…

There she was

It was like a dark vision, your sister seated in the Iron Throne, grabbing it tightly, her mouth twisted and a frown on her face, your uncle was standing next to her on her right, and Jacaerys was in her left

“Sister”, she greeted

“Queen Rhaenyra”, you said back, you couldn’t anger her, this woman before you, she was no longer your sister, who knows what she is capable off

“Cregan Stark”, she greeted then

“Your Grace”, he said back

“You took the capital”, you observed

“My rightful place, wouldn’t you say?”, she asked

“Of course”, you said back hastily, “it was a good strategy, not even I saw it coming”

“Because you were everywhere else, but where it mattered”, spitted your uncle

“Sister”, you said gently, ignoring him, “maybe you are not aware, but Aegon the Usurper attacked Winterfell, in these terrible events, my two young children barely escaped, alongside Lord Cregan’s oldest daughter Sarra, they are missing in the frosty forests, I was searching for them…”

“Your children are safe”, she interrupted, and you looked up at her wide-eyed

“What?”, you asked, astonished 

“I know where your children are”, she said, “and you own daughter, Lord Stark”, you both stood there, frozen, you couldn’t see if that in your sister’s tone was a threat, or if you should feel relieved

“Where are they?”, you asked

“Safe”, she said

“WHERE?”, you asked loudly and firmly

“You are talking to the Queen”, said Daemon, “Show some respect”, he muttered, but as he looked at Rhaenyra, she shook her head slightly

“To my understanding”, she said then, looking at you, “you have captured Helaena Targaryen, and her children”, she said like it was a good thing, you shared concerned looks with Cregan

“Captured?”, you asked, “what do you mean?”

“She is your hostage, isn’t she?”, she asked

“She is in Harrenhal, yes”, you said vaguely, “and her children”, the ones you tried to kill, you thought bitterly 

“I see”, was she hinting what you thought she was thinking

“And the traitor and usurper, Aemond targaryen?”, asked Daemon

“What about him?”, you said

“He plotted to usurp our righteous Queen”, he said, “he is a traitor and therefore, must be executed”, you paled at the thought

“He was key, in the defeat of the Greens”, you said then, “he convinced Highgarden to join our side, my queen”, you said firmly, “he is faithful to my daughter, they are married, he is of my blood now”, you said firmly, “he surrendered, he surrendered the Baratheon Army he was leading”

“He will have to come here and bend the knee”, she said

“He tried to kill me!”, interrupted Jacaerys

“And I stopped him”, you fought 

“Because of him this war erupted”, said Rhaenyra

“The war is almost won”, you said, “Aegon might be at large, but you, my Queen, hold the capital, we have armies, the Lannister’s is completely destroyed, as the Baratheons, we have dragons”

“The Northern army is at your service, my queen”, said Cregan, “thanks to your sister, is almost complete, just as the Arryns”

“The Arryns are facing an uprising and a civil war”, said Daemon

“Sister…”, you called, taking the complete attention of her, you couldn’t care less about anything else, “where are my children?”, you asked then

“I need you to understand it is not easy for me to trust you”, she said defensively, “you said I was not your sister, nor your queen, so you must understand, you need to fall in line”

“So you took my babies to make me fall in line?”, you asked, and she kept quiet, your father’s crown must have a tight hold in her brain, you thought bitterly, “I’ll fall in line”

“This is a good start sister”, she said, “If you say our half brother and sister are not a threat, they will come here and bend the knee to me as well”, she said, “as will your children”

“You have no reason to suspect me or my family”, you said

“Really?”, mocked Daemon, “Do you want to know what sigil is hanging over the Twins in the Riverlands? or in Highgarden in the Reach?”, he asked, and you didn't even know the answer, “yours, not our Queen’s” 

“Those were…”, you didn’t even know how to explain that

“Your children weren’t they?”, she said, “they did those treacherous things”

“We are on one side”, you said sincerely, “they took those castles in your name, they were fighting your battles”, you said gently, even though you weren’t truly sure about what you were saying. 

You looked at Cregan by your side, the war had exploded because of you, your children fought battles because they thought you were dead… you couldn’t even began to explain what they were thinking, they wanted blood in your name

“You said I wasn’t your Queen, nor your sister”, she repeated, “of course now you spew deceitful words in front of me”, she said spitefully. You sighed loudly, this is something you could have never even think about happening, so you did the one thing you could in this position

You kneeled right in front of her, “I, Princess (Y/N) of House Targaryen, Lady of Harrenhal, rider of Vhaelar, I pledged my undying allegiance and devotion to you Rhaenyra of house Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm”, you said firmly, looking down at the ground, Cregan kneeled right beside you

“I Cregan Stark, swear my allegiance to you my Queen, the North is yours”, he said then. You didn’t care at this point, you would do anything to recuperate your babies, no matter the cost. 

“Like i said”, she said firmly, “this is a start, you will summon your family here, and they will al bend the knee and call me their rightful Queen”, she demanded, and you nodded, and you started planning, you needed to speak to them first, to explain, to see what they thought about this.

“I will”

“And the Tullys, and the Tyrells”, she also demanded

“This war isn’t over yet”, said Daemon, “we still have battles to fight, enemies to defeat, that cunt… needs to die”

“What about my children, when will I be aware of their whereabouts?”, you asked again

“As soon as all the family and the Lords and Ladies of the realm that you so selfishly rallied to your side instead of mine, swore allegiance to me”, she demanded.

And you looked at Cregan.

You had come willingly to King’s landing, but now you were not sure you could get out of it by your own will.

As soon you realized, you were right

You and Cregan were politely asked to stay and rally the Lord and ladies by raven.

You were not treated like a prisoner, but they wouldn’t let you leave, though they gave you complete freedom within the keep

Your children were prisoners, your older children could be easily treated as traitors if your sister so pleased.

Helaena, Helaena and her babies, the rightful heirs of Aegon II, the current King of the seven Kingdoms… they were more in danger than anyone else, and you had no idea how you were going to protect them

In your stay in the Keep you had learned other things as well

Otto Hightower had the first ticket for a one-way trip to the gallows, but first Rhaenyra wanted the surrender of the biggest army at play, an army with a dragon that were stalking the Stormlands not far from here… other treacherous lords were condemned as well, but they deserve it…

And Queen Alicent, she was made a prisoner in the tower of the hand

You needed to see her as well, but you weren’t sure they were going to allow you to

“Where are we going?”, demanded to know Sarra, as she held on tightly on Saera and Vaegor

“The dragon Queen has given us permission to plunder and ravage everything in the Westerland we can get our hands on”, said the Red Kraken, “we are going to start in Casterly Rock”

“You are insane, even I, a Northerner girl know that the Rock cannot be conquered, not even by Dragons”, Dalton Greyjoy only chuckled darkly, “let alone by sea”

“You know nothing of what we are capable of doing, the Lannister army is in shambles, if we cannot take the rock we will take Lannisport and hit them by land”, he said, “I don’t have to explain military strategies to a little girl”, he mocked 

“That is even more insane!”, she said, “Let us get out”, she looked at the far off shore, “Here we are near The Grag, aren’t we? we are in the Riverlands, the Tullys are our allies, leave us in a small boat, I can row to shore, and then you can go and plunder and sack whatever you want, we are deadweight”. She said urgently, “My betrothed has a dragon, his twin brother, his sister, HIS MOTHER!”, she said, “they are all looking for us”, she explained, “they are going to be angry”

“Even in Pyke we have heard stories about the Strong Dragon”, he said, “I know who he is, he is the main reason why you are still in one piece, and I haven’t let my crew have their way with you”, Sarra flinched, grabbing the kids tighter against her, “you are safe as long as our new Queen says so”, he said mockingly, “I have no intention of burning to death, not before I fuck the Lannisters nicely in the ass”, Sarra tried to cover the children’s ears but it was of no use

Dalton looked up at the sky, the medium size dragon was flying over their heads, untiring, unwavering, sometimes she would fly towards land, but she would always come back, then he looked at the little girl, who the beast was bonded too

“No, you're going to stay here, in the safety of my boat, how can I deliver you to the Tullys, uh? what kind of gentlemen would I be?”, he said simply. Rapuaa was going to help with the invasion, medium sized or not, she was still a fire breathing dragon

More notes: it looks live everyones meeting in Casterly rock

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[verysmallcyborg]

Just lying here wondering what Fornax's fondest memory might be. Or a regret they can't quite get rid of... 😁

one of their fondest memories that is both boggling and amusing is The Major General Incident™

in their early days, they would sit out on the docks or large rocks while fishing, often utilizing their tail as a second "lure" because the end is tapered off and could be mistaken for a larger worm of sorts to fish. however, one day fornax had a rather mighty bite on their tail, and when they pulled it out of the water, they saw this miniscule, rotund shark ... that had equally miniscule legs! she stared at this little creature for a solid 20 seconds before processing that this thing bit them, and they let out a yelp while slinging their tail out toward the ocean to send it flying away. almost no one believes what she saw, but they certainly have the bite scar to prove it!!!

now, a regret that they can't quite get rid of.....

fornax knows it's impossible to help and save everyone, they know they can't do that - it's unreasonable. they regret that they don't have the ability to do it, and yet... they still try. this is tied to the helplessness that they felt when they lost both of their parents at a young age; it fueled both their protective and vindictive nature down the line. their heart and rational thinking often conflict with each other because of this :pensive:

thank you for the ask, iron!! <3

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Fly-fishing is a popular passtime for everyone, from children to senior citizens to spiders. The bolas spider, also known as the angling spider or fishing spider, releases a scent that mimics that of female moths. When male moths investigate, the bolas spider captures it with a special silk thread with a sticky end, called a bolas.

(Image: A bolas spider (Mastophora cornigera) slinging a bolas by Peter J. Bryant)

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[avionvadion]

Trying to sleep but brain (which keeps spelling itself as Brian so I guess my brain is naming itself that) keeps throwing goofy Sesshomaru/Irene ideas at me like please just let me sleep I haven’t slept in weeks.

Anyways.

Sidon always carries Iliana around like she’s the MOST precious thing. Must protecc. She is tiny and he is ten foot tall giant. Look at his Hylian!!! So precious!!! His pearl!!!

But. But Sesshomaru would never. He’s also like 5’10. So. For your consideration:

Sesshomaru grabbing Irene by the ribbon on her mo-bokama and just tossing her over his right shoulder. He has just the one arm, his right shoulder is covered in fluff, and it makes flying with her in tow much easier. Irene is baffled by it. Eventually, it becomes a thing.

Kagome gets piggybacks from Inuyasha, Irene gets to be a sack of potatoes slung over Lord Fluffybun’s shoulder.

AND THEN MY BRAIN SAID, HEY.

Irene is buying some veggies and fruit. Because fish and random forest berries aren’t really good for letting tiny child Rin grow up healthy. So. And this involves some fic spoilers for chapters that aren’t out yet-

Irene is in the castle town. She’s dealt with Ryuuno and Diana and has her kimonos back. She gets together a basket of fruit and veggies and stuff.

She talks with the Inugang+Maria. Decides to stay traveling with Sess for now.

(Insert my sleep brain ideas now)

Sess slings her over his shoulder to fly off instead of walking away like originally planned. A pear falls out of the basket. Irene starts freaking out and shouts for one of the gang to throw it at her since they’re in the sky and Sess ain’t likely to turn back. Sango does so.

Sess catches the fruit.

Irene is about to thank him… but then he just fucking eats it. Because if Google is not lying, according to a Rumiko interview, Sesshomaru actually eats by devouring the life force of the demons he kills… and also by just eating fruit. So he would totally eat a pear.

(Also he didn’t get to kill Ryuuno so man’s is probably hungry after going all that way to find Irene)

Irene is AMAZED. Sesshomaru is actually eating!!! Didn’t know he could do that since he never freaking ate in front of anyone!!! She ends up trying to give him another pear later and my brain just went, “Sess PoV, he does not understand why he is humoring this human”.

And any time she starts annoying him by asking the wrong questions or starts arguing with Jaken, he just picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder again. She becomes baffled/flustered and Jaken shuts up because his brain stops functioning. Problem solved.

CHAOS.

I need to sleep. Brian why you do this to me???