#Sea Bonnie my beloved

[jokeuspocus]

I’m working on the headpiece for my Sun cosplay tonight and listening to Submechanophobia from the Tales from the Pizzaplex series and like,,,

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE SEA BONNIES????

SEA BONNIES.

Like,, genetically altered brine shrimp that resemble Bonnie. That’s both the most horrifying and adorable thing I’ve ever heard. I want twelve.

[dmaskblog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Guys today is my birthday!!!!!!

Yay! :D

[lovelytsunoda]

uptown girl // mickey "fanboy" garcia

soft kisses shared in the bar light after a game of pool

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x female! reader

author's note: he had like four lines and i was prepared to go to war for this man.

the hard deck hummed with activity as she parked her car, flicking off the manual headlights before glancing at her phone, which was pinned to it's magnetic holder on the dashboard.

it wasn't too late to text mickey and tell him something had come up, was it?

as she was thinking it, as if mickey could hear her, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text message from her beloved.

mickey: hey sweet girl, are you almost here? everyone is so excited to meet you!

she sighed, switching the music off and cutting the engine, sitting in the dark car and waiting for the heated seat to lose its warmth. her relationship with mickey garcia was still very new.

they had only been together for a few months, having met at an eighties rock-and-glow dance night. she was standing by the stage, dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that glowed fluorescent in the blacklight, an old-timey glass sprite bottle in her hands as she sang bonnie tyler at the top of her lungs. he was the best dancer there, with a goofy personality that captivated her from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance to 'heaven in your eyes'.

deciding to rip the band-aid off, she grabbed her tote bag from the passenger seat and slipped out of the car, sea breeze cutting deep and sending a chill down her spine as she walked up the weathered steps to fightertown's navy bar.

her sweet boy was impossible to miss, his smile lighting up the whole bar as he stood next to the pool table, his short-sleeved button shirt untucked from his crisp blue jeans.

as nervous as she was, it was hard not to smile when she saw him, watching as he leaned over the table to delicately knock a striped ball into one of the pockets in the corner of the table. after the shot, he looked up, and infectious grin breaking out over his face when he saw her.

"hey, pretty girl." he beamed, passing his pool cue to a woman in a black turtleneck and jeans before he sidestepped the table and pulled his lover into an embrace. "i'm glad you came."

"hi, mickey." she smiled, kissing him softly. "i've missed you."

"are you ready to meet everyone? or do you want something to eat first? i can order you a plate of onion rings-"

she laughed softly, taking his hand in hers. she loved how attentive and sweet he was, always trying to dote on her whenever he could. when they were together, he hated letting her pay for things, even if it meant dipping into his not-enormous navy salary "mickey, it's okay. i have time to meet your friends before i order."

with a soft kiss to the side of her head, mickey looped his arm around her shoulders and they headed towards the pool table. "guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

she underestimated how much her heart would swell at hearing mickey say those words. hearing someone declare to the world that they had chosen her.

"y/n, this is natasha, jake, robert, bradley, hallie and javy."

"hello!" she squeaked, waving at the group. "nice to finally meet you guys, mickey has told me so much about you guys."

robert laughed, reaching out to shake her hand. "and mickey has told us even more about you. fanboy loves to talk."

she never though she'd meet someone who talked as much as she did until she met mickey. they could talk for hours, about anything and everything. when they were together, she suspected it would drive the people around them insane. except she didn't know how his friends would react, what they would think of her.

they made small talk for a little, while some of the guys and natasha all took their turns at the pool table. it was team game, although the teams seemed to be a little unbalanced in terms of skill level. mickey had pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing circles on the skin underneath her peasant top.

jake leaned over the table, his pool cue hitting the white ball, white harmlessly dusted the side of the ball he was aiming for, plunking down in the basket.

"god damn it, hangman!" javy groaned

natasha laughed, high-fiving bradley. "sucks to suck, bagman!"

mickey shifted in his chair, hands running up her sides. "our turn, pretty girl. do you want to try?"

she turned back to him, a small glint of panic in her eyes as she took his hand in hers. "i'm not very good."

bradley snorted, taking a sip of his budweiser. "we're miles ahead of hangman, you could break the table and we'd still be ahead of them."

"go on." mickey encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. "i'll guide you."

she stood up, still clutching his hand in hers as she moved towards the pool table. hallie passed her a pool cue, and she stood nervously by the table until mickey came up behind her. his hands were warm through her jeans, his back against hers as he guided her into the correct position.

"you got this, sweet girl." he said quietly, kissing the side of her head gently, his hands over hers on the cue. "it's a straight shot into the basket."

mickey stepped back, his hands still on her waist as she took the shot, hitting with just enough force for the white ball to send the orange solid ball into the basket.

one fell swoop.

mickey's side of the pool table started to cheer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she turned around to wrap her arms around mickey, hiding her face from the crowd.

"great job, my darling girl." mickey laughed, kissing her softly. "are you sure you haven't played pool before."

"my grandfather had a table in his basement." she said sheepishly, leaning the cue against the table to she could slip her hands into mickey's back pockets. "but i haven't played a proper game since I was twelve. he sold the table when they sold the house."

"maybe you'll have to play more often." mickey said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i love you."

"i love you too."

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @thatsdemko @lorarri @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @httpiastri

[forthechubbies]

Roadkill°{Rated X} Drabble ->Series

Criminal!Woosan x Victim!Chubby Reader

W! MOMMY KINK!, MILF! Reader,Strong Language, Sexual themed , mentions of prostitution, Alcohol, and pissed off San yummy 😋...Wooyoung is a mean drunk by the way.

"I said take a left, dumbass!!!"

It is often mentioned that nobody can bear the burden of a guilty conscience. However, have you ever considered what happens when someone or a group of people shamelessly disregard feelings of regret, remorse, and the basic principles of humanity?

Instead, they prioritize their own selfish desires for greed, wealth, and personal gratification, even if it means hurting others.

"ITS HARD TO FUCKIN HEAR OVER THESE SIRENS"

The individuals are the Korean bonnie & clyde; Jung Woo-young; the man driving the getaway van and Choi San the man poorly reading directions. Not much is known about these menances besides them being nothing but a handful of trouble.

Cutting through a rural region facilitated the pair's escape. The guys puffed, drawing in as much breath as possible before bursting into nervous laughter between the duo.

“Oh, sh*t, that was close. Lucky us, huh?" remarked Wooyoung.

San sat in despair and rolled his eyes, saying, "Drive the fucking car.." He had had enough of his beloved for the day.

.....

The stillness between the lovers was uncomfortable following today's somewhat botched theft. San was the one who broke the stillness. "I'll be back," he said casually over his shoulder as he crossed over the motel entrance. Wooyoung huffed, hot on San's trail. "Where are you going?" he inquired, without shoes in the crisp autumn air.

"For a walk." San said, plainly

Instead of confronting San's emotions based on his actions, Wooyoung answered, "Okay." Wooyoung steps furiously into the van before speeding away into the night..l

San didn't bother giving him a moment's glimpse.

What the hell is this place?! Wooyoung was driving through this dump of a town, venting his frustration. He was cruising down the deserted streets when he stumbled upon a crappy gas station. "Just in time," he muttered to himself as he pulled up to the pump. But of course, the tank was empty. "Fuck!" Wooyoung screamed as he punched the steering wheel in anger.

....

In the depths of despair, San painfully acknowledged the vast gap of time without his foolish lover. Anxiety consumed him as futile calls left him restless. Where could that ass be?

By the roadside, the van sat motionless, as if devoid of any purpose. Within its confines, a wooyoung, heavily intoxicated, slumped over carelessly, encircled by a sea of discarded beer bottles. His supposedly peaceful slumber was abruptly shattered by the obnoxious blaring of his cell phone...again

Wooyoung bellowed furiously through the speaker. "Ugh, What..what- Ah! Shit!.... Quit goddamn yelling in my fucking ear!.. ... How the fuck am I supposed to know where the hell I am?! I just woke the fuck up!.....wah! I'm not some damn drunk-asshole! You've been a colossal asswipe all day.. I fucking saved your sorry ass and all you gave a shit about is the dead bitch on the pavement...... He. would have..fucking killed you!... You dumbass."

San's mind was filled with a disturbing idea - were they heartless murderers or courageous outlaws? The reality was horrifying. They were criminals, but taking a life was an entirely new level of wickedness. However, San couldn't ignore the fact that they were not entirely innocent either. The truth was staggering and left San in a state of shock.

During their incarceration, whispers circulated about his involvement in sinister dealings that involved the disappearance of both guards and fellow inmates. But he was not acting alone, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

However, Wooyoung was a different breed altogether. His thirst for blood was almost demonic, a rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins like a sweet poison.

He reveled in it, relishing the taste of fear and the power it gave him. It was as if he had made a deal with the devil himself, and now he was paying the price in flesh and bone.

San's point was clear: Wooyoung possessed the power to decide the fate of that man, whether to merciless slaughter him or spare his wretched existence.

The man, feeble and defenseless, posed no immediate danger. Yet, in a twisted display of sadistic pleasure, Wooyoung coldly pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's vulnerable skull, relishing in the anticipation of the impending explosion. And then, with a resounding bang, the man's life was abruptly extinguished, his blood mingling with the already crimson-stained surroundings.

In a state of intoxication, Wooyoung seized control of the wheel.

Tragically, lost in his drunken haze, he dared to shut his eyes for what seemed like a mere moment. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air, jolting him awake... Shit. He hastily pulled over, compelled to investigate, only to be confronted with a shocking sight - a lifeless woman sprawled before him.

He gnashed his teeth, the very last thing he wanted was the hassle of concealing a dead body. Wooyoung's gaze crept up your limbs until it met your face...Shit, she's bleeding a bit but she'll live...I must have scared her out of her wits and she passed out. The longer Wooyoung stared, the more he discerned your profession.

At first, The school girl uniform puzzled him but there's no way in hell, Parents would allow their daughter out the door the way your dressed.

He audaciously dropped to his knees in the grass beside your form, your name tag proudly displaying "Yn" with a heart-shaped flourish. "Bunny Lounge..." he uttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he continued, "My dear, you are far too beautiful to be a whor-"

His intentions abruptly shifted towards your forsaken purse, mere inches away from your body. A wicked smirk danced upon his lips as he scoffed, relishing in the sinister thrill of his impending actions.

"Just hold on a minute, Sweetheart," He sneered.

With a savage force, Wooyoung tore through the contents of your purse, his hands ravaging through the remnants of your personal belongings. And then, amidst the chaos, he stumbled upon a collection of cherished family photographs, capturing the essence of your existence alongside your innocent baby twin sons.

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, electrifying his twisted mind. "You... you're a mother..."

A wave of sorrow washed over him as memories from his troubled childhood resurfaced. He was raised by a single mother who tirelessly struggled to provide for him, doing whatever it took to ensure there was food on the table.

He sensually pressed his ear against your heaving bosom, captivated by the rhythmic melody of your steady heartbeat... Wooyoung wasn't the cuddlyist person in the world but he found instant relief being against your skin.

San was teetering on the edge of madness, his mind consumed by fury, when his spouse burst through the door, guzzling down yet another bottle of the delectable soju. "Daddy's finally graced us with his presence," San sneered.

Woo-young's freakin' good-looking mug was all shiny, like he'd been doused in oil or somethin'. "Sannie-ah!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" San exploded, launching himself at Wooyoung and forcefully slamming him against the door. "It's fucking 3am. Where the hell were you?"

"I... I killed an angel," Wooyoung whispered, a sinister giggle escaping his lips as he leaned in close to San's ear. "She's so soft n' sweet...like you." His tongue grazed San's stud earrings. "So I had to keep her-..I had no choice.."

San brushed off Wooyoung's words, tossing him aside like a rag doll as he stormed out of the motel room. But as he took a few steps away, doubt began to creep into his mind. Could it be possible that his drunken lover was actually telling the truth?

As he crept towards the van's rear, his heart pounded with fear. San's hands trembled as he reached for the cold metal handles of the doors. With a deep breath, he pulled them open, and his breath caught in his throat. In the center of the mattress lay a woman.No angel. your dirty body was bound and gagged, your blouse ripped open to reveal a lacy bra. The sight was enough to make San's blood run cold. He knew he had stumbled upon something truly terrifying.

San held his breath slamming the doors shut before rushing to confront the murderer. Wooyoung flinched at the sound of the door. " You look pissed." He chuckled. "Did you see my piece of heaven? Beautiful. Right?!"

Meanwhile, in the cold. As you slowly regained awareness, your foot landed on a glass bottle, knocking it against others. Bringing you up to speed on the issue.

Your heart races as you feel the panic set in. The pressure is crushing you, and you can't even sit up because of the damn rope tying you down. You look around frantically, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Are you outside? In a shed? No, it's a van. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to escape this nightmare.

"You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A man's voice was the last thing you heard before you fully lost consciousness.

As your captors' voices grew louder, the chilling realization hit you like a ton of bricks - would you ever lay eyes on your beloved boys again? Tears threatened to spill, but you had no time for weakness.

Upon opening the doors, The men found you conscious and confused you stared at them as if their aliens. "Oh shit, She's alive." Wooyoung slurred, "See, Sannie, you hit me for nothing." He happily crawled into the van climbing up your body as you struggled. "Easy, mommy, you don't want to hurt your-"

San aggressively punished his lover upside the head. "Ya! The fuck is wrong with you?! This isn't us." He snatched his lover against the wall of the van with a Slam.

Wooyoung groaned, enjoying the feeling of being manhandled. " We're criminals, Dickhead, bad stuff is what we done." He couldn't take his eyes off your exposed legs. "We should reap the benefits. Don't you think, Sannie?"

San snatched Wooyoung's jaw forcing him to look at him. "There's a fine line between Criminals and monsters and that " He uses his head to movement towards your shaken figure. "Is going overboard!"

San had clearly had enough for the night, but Wooyoung wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a drunken rage, he snapped back, defending himself with all the aggression he could muster.

"Sleep in the damn van!" San barked at Wooyoung, not bothering to look back. "Fucking animal " He hoisted himself onto the bed, forcefully wrapping the rope that restrained your wrists around his neck, and effortlessly lifted you up.

As you observed the furious Wooyoung venting his frustration on the van, you instinctively leaned closer to San, finding some solace in his comforting presence.

..to be continued ♡

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "Godly Love"

A Long time Ago in the Small town of Middleton, where the times Of a Lovely Kitsunes romantic relationships Went Down Hill on the Marriage with Her "Soon-to-be" Ex-husband name Ronald Stoppable. It Started By When Ron Change his attitude Since After Marriage, Saphira notice his change..and all her money, jewelery and her clothes went missing...She got really Suspicious on Rons behavior..He never Show up at the hospital when she got into the accident, he stood her Out on the romantic dinner date after Saphira made a reservation...and of course..the death of her 4 beloved children..who died mysteriously..until...He Shows up at the "Wake" party..all dressed in color..and Saw the illegal Pill bottles came out of the pocket and landed on the floor..and she knew he did this..but he wasn't alone..She saw her friend Kim and her arch Bully bonnie...until One day on they're 2 year anniversary, Saphira saw ron and Kim on the dance Floor kissing together..and then..Saphira stormed at him and said.

Saphira: "RONALD STOPPABLE!!" Ron froze as he sees His Angry Wife..Holding a frying pan with rage look on her face..and she taps her foot. Ron:"Saph, this isn't what it looks like!"

Saph: "It is What it looks like ronald, Don't you dare lied to me! Do you have any idea what day it is!?" Ron: "umm..it's thursday?" Then SMACK! She hits ron with a frying pan..and she did the same thing with kim and Bonnie at the same time.. Saph:"NO!, It's Our Anniversary! and You! cheated on me!..Now..I'm going to divorce you..and sue you for Petty thieft!..and i'll have you charge of murder of my babies!..Your going to pay.."You" i mean YOU! And Those two Sluts are going to pay me For Everything YOU Stole from me!..and oh yea..I told your family and those two as well...See ya in court Stoppable! Cause when I'm Done with ya, I'm moving away and never come back..so i can start fresh in my life!" Then..day later..Divorce Is official..Ron, Kim, and Bonnie was charge of murder and has to pay Saphira 50,000$ for damages each..and 40,000$ For Murdering her 4 precious angels..and requested to be Castrated and sterile..to make sure no kids exist in this world...So after the Divorce and rewarded..saphira began to Move away from middleton and Start a New life in the Island of Nantucket, Home of the Greatest god Of them all..He's the Sun god.....She sees the statue of him...Which is saphira was pretty interested in this place...So Saphira got herself a Nice Big house on the hill...She was so happy that she lives in the luxury life near the sea..But in few weeks..she was heartbroken and felt betrayed..She looked back in the past..knowing that she was betrayed by the ones she loves the most...She sighs softly in sorrows..5 weeks had passed..Saphira looked at this god and said" well...if you had someone who loves you..that means your a lucky bastard...but me..*Sighs*...i got betrayed...2 years of my marriage was just a Sham...nothing but a big fat Sham..oh i wish i had someone like you..*Scoff*..your a one lucky bastard..." She gets up and sighs...next day..Saphira was sitting on the bolder alone..until...One handsome man..came to her..his hair is blue..and his bod was well built..when she sees him..her face turns pink and he said...

[snake-eyesx]

I am the face of Love's Rage. 19+. Semi-Selective.

Hello my little devils, you can call me Jude. I’m a 22 year old F. writer on the prowl for more plots! You can find a little more information about me here but just know, if you’re looking for someone to absolutely match your freak ooc, to fangirl, share multimedias about our beloved characters, I’m your girl! 

With up to 6 years of writing experience I’m comfortable playing a variety of characters, both male & female in MxF & FxF ships, trans and NB inclusive! However, although I tend to have more ideas for male characters, please don't reach out to me solely for that- I would love to practice writing women as well! 

I absolutely adore multi-faceted plots, with dimensional/multiple characters, and would label myself as a more introspective, detailed writer. However, quality > quantity always & I'm really only looking for writers that can match my enthusiasm and love for character development !! That being said I also love brainless dynamics as well, so variety is a big aspect of my search, as well as something I strive for :).

That being said, please read my guidelines before interacting with this post! Now, onto the good stuff. Under the cut are plots/genres that I’m DYING to explore!

Medieval/Period plots. Give me warring houses. Give me arranged marriages. Give me forbidden affairs. Give me pride & prejudice yearning. I want it ALL. I'm an absolute sucker for historical plots spanning all kinds of generations from the pre-plumbing to the 90s !! Also open to incorporating multiple storylines/world building for this. Crime. Mafias, blood-stained daggers, ulterior motives, crooked cops. Give me yakuza, jopok, italian and irish gangsters, give me intensity, revenge…. And the poor detective/civilian  caught  in the middle of it all. Single muse or mumu flexible!! Vampires. Gothic, predator vs prey. I’d love to explore beauty & the beast vibes, classical vampirism, abandoned manors and the likes!  Spies/Assassins. I'd love bullet train, The Man from U.N.C.L.E-esque plots !! Give me multi-muse shenanigans, the “you shot me two years ago and I’m still offended” trope, best friends, code names,  enemies to lovers, Mr. & Mrs. Smith core PLEASE! Folie À Deux. Give me the dark & twisted, a serial killer and his muse except his muse happens to be a detective that’s  just as obsessed with catching him. Give me Bonnie & Clyde, The Glory - two strangers inflicting revenge on the same person.  Mystical/Mythical & Everything Between. Give me mermaids, witches, the accidental summoning of a deity in the modern world. Fish out of water situations, with a clumsy human involved in their world, or a shameless creature involved in ours!  Pirates/Wild West. I want outlaws. I want a small ship sailing the rockiest seas. I want swash-buckling vigilantes, sweet belles, nobles and thieving pirates. Hand them all over! Other dynamics/plots. best friends to lovers, older singles, outcasts, upper east side elitists, genuinely weird/strange characters. 

Annnd that’s all folks! Please like this post or message me if anything resonates with you! Have a wonderful rest of your day my beauties :). 

[fictionkinfessions]

i love you so much, i love you isabeau, i love you mirabelle, i love you odile, i love you bonnie, i love you loop!!!! i love you all so so much. my family, my friends, my allies, my beloved companions… i love you!!!!!!!!!!! bonbon, my sibling, i give you the sea! odile, my mother, i give you the land! mira, my life partner, i give you the moon! isa, loop, my beloveds, i give you the stars! my little universe, my little family, i love you all so much… and to euphrasie, and nille, and all my other friends, i love you!!!!!!! to other siffrins, i love you!!! this universe is not kind, but we can make it kinder, i believe in all of us, i love you all… - a siffrin (in stars and time) who needs rest

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[unadulteratedkr]

Katherine’s OFMD Fic Masterlist

I decided to put this together because I’m avoiding writing the last chapter of my reverse big bang, and I’ve had this on my to-do list since... *mumbles*. Isn’t it amazing how productive you can be about stuff when you’re avoiding doing something else?

Below the cut, you’ll find all of my (Dialects_and_Costumes on Ao3) Gentlebeard OFMD fics with their ratings and their summaries. The fics are sorted from most to least recent! NOTE: Fics with M and E ratings contain sexually explicit content, so while the body of this post is SFW, those links will not be.

Chapter-Length Fics

you wrote me a lovely letter; now it’s my turn (Complete, Rated T)

Ed writes to Stede about their story

do you think I’d give up? (Complete, Rated E)

Ed has a new strand of pearls when Stede finds him again.

Between the Sand and the Stardust (Complete, Rated E) Written for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang, featuring art from @poorlyformed

Stede Bonnet has lived next to the Wall his whole life, and he's never crossed it before. No one has. It's the Wall.

But then a star falls.

On the opposite side of the Wall.

And it's time for Stede to have an adventure.

let it rain, ‘cause you and I remain the same (Complete, Rated E)

Fuckeries run rampant when a man puts out to sea.

Be it magic, an act of one god or of several, or a phenomenon purely created by those who venture forth on the unfathomable waves of the deep, the ocean keeps all those who traverse her narrow currents at her tempestuous mercy. Many a sailor has fallen victim to her deceptive pliancy; many a sailor has ignored the augurs in her violent seafoam.

For Stede Bonnet, the fuckery comes from a single-minded focus to find his way across the endless waters. He doesn't hear the warning cry, doesn't see the jibing boom swinging viciously towards the back of his skull, he just feels a black hole of pain before there’s no pain, just black.

For Edward Teach, it's a bottle to the head.

Stand to Face Me, Beloved (Complete, Rated E) Written for the OFMD Big Bang 2022, featuring art from @poorlyformed

Time has run out for Blackbeard and his crew when the Revenge is taken by the fearsome Captain Anne Bonny and Captain Mary Read. As Edward adjusts to life aboard Captain Read's ship, he learns Stede Bonnet has died. Ed navigates his grief as Anne and Mary continue to flee from the dogged pursuit of the English Navy, and right as the Navy swoops them up, Stede Bonnet sails back into Ed's life. Together, he and Stede build their way back to trusting one another as they plan a daring raid to rescue Mary and Anne.

I'll follow the echoes (Complete, Rated E)

When the Revenge is in need of some extreme maintenance that leaves the ship and its crew stuck in Nassau for a month, Ed finds himself returning to the piano at a small bar in town far away from anyone who knows him.

One-shots

waiting to see us once beautiful and brave (Rated E)-part 1 of “the princess Ed cinematic universe”, featuring art by @poorlyformed

"What did you want to be when you were young, my love?"

"I wanted to be a princess."

i loved my friend (Rated T)

He's gone.

something to hold in your hands (Rated E)

Ed offers to teach Stede something else that all the pirates are doing. No really. They're all doing this.

you know you wanna give 'em one more chance (Rated G)

Ed hasn't forgiven Stede yet, but that doesn't stop Stede from giving Ed pearls.

plunge me deep (Rated E)

After months living and breathing as the Kraken every night, Ed comes back to land.

in the winter wind, be my warm (Rated T)

When the Revenge sails north to escape a bounty on Jim's head, Stede learns to appreciate the snow through Ed's eyes.

And as I go along, I want you with me (Rated E)

Ed gives himself a tattoo to remember Stede by, and Stede likes it. A lot.

sin is sacred again (Rated E)

“Is this—is this new?” Stede reaches up, and touches the tip of a tentacle brushing hair away from his face. Yeah. Since—yeah. It’s new. It aches to hear the clipped way Ed’s voice echoes in his head. It aches even more to know he could have prevented it by finding this new strain of courage a few days sooner than he did. “Since I left.” The tentacles holding him steady in the water don’t tighten or relax in any way, but they begin to tremble. Since you left.

a mile of clean sand (Rated E)

It's an accident when Stede finds Ed again.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

O my Luve's like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in june; O my Luve's like the melodie That’s sweetly play'd in tune; As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry; Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile. 

- Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose

As Salvador Dali said, the first person to compare the cheeks of a beautiful woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot. And many people – poets and idiots, or both – have repeated the idea of a beautiful beloved being as fresh and pretty as a ‘red, red rose’.

And let’s be honest: the emphasis in ‘My love’s like a red, red rose’ is on the poet’s beloved being beautiful, ‘bonnie’, ‘fair’, and so on. We learn nothing else about her: she exists purely as an object of beauty who inspires great love and devotion in the poet.

The poem is really a song lyric and it describes the narrator’s affection and the woman who holds that affection, the narrator attempts throughout the lines to express the depth of his “luve.” This could be a final reassurance to his “dear” since the ending stanza reveals that he has to leave her for “awhile,” but regardless of the reason, the main element of this work remains the “luve” itself.

The poem through the narrator suggests that the impermanent qualities of youth and beauty give rise to a love that is permanent.  The speaker implies that he or she will continue to love the beloved even as she ages and her beauty decays. That is, her beautiful appearance may have first inspired their love, but their love will endure even when her beauty is gone. It will last, in fact, until the sands of their lives have run out and they draw close to death. When the speaker promises to return after a long journey, knowing the beloved will have aged in that time, the speaker reaffirms that his or her feelings will remain the same even though the beloved may grow less beautiful.

The speaker concludes by bidding farewell to the beloved and promising to return to her, even if the journey is “ten thousand mile[s]” long. The beloved will likely be older, less youthful, and perhaps less beautiful by the time the speaker returns. Nevertheless, the speaker does promise to return, indicating that although the beloved may change, the speaker’s feelings will remain constant. Through the final promise, the poem indicates again that the love youthful beauty inspires need not end when youth itself ends.

My Anglo-Scots father would recite this poem to us children when we were living overseas. Despite having English trappings he has always remained deeply rooted to his Scottish heritage and one part of our family continues to thrive north of the border with deep roots in the history of Scotland and its people. As a girl I always loved going back to Scotland and I felt an affinity with Scottish history probably because the Norwegian in me found it easier to relate to the earthy humour of the Scottish than the more refined wit of the English and the unspoilt countryside.

The question of ‘home’ and ‘roots’ have always taken on an urgent meaning in my life and it is vexed one given the torn loyalties of my differing identities. But Scotland has pulled my heart strings in personal ways. In a way its what ‘Ithaka’ is for the Greek poet Cavafy.

To me I always imagined Scotland as that red, red rose. I take comfort in the last stanza where the speaker bids farewell to the beloved, as if the speaker is planning to leave on a journey. The beloved doesn’t need to worry, though, because the speaker promises to return, even if the journey is “ten thousand mile[s]” long. This promise implies that, just as long stretches of time could not exhaust the speaker’s love for the beloved, a long stretch of distance cannot keep the speaker from her.

And the length of this journey now seems short - just “awhile” - compared to the near-infinite time the speaker’s love will last. But as the poem poignantly says the object of love changes because it decays and ages. For love that lasts forever is also love that allows for change over time so that one can rediscover anew what was old.

[libidomechanica]

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A rispetto sequence

               First Stanza

&When I knew not what a wretched the dullest in desire, and baskets of bright to rest of honour’d him Rx Pulv Com gr. Love with

eyes are generation’s working to its nub, its second. Of the first if all euils, cradle of the pressing much it doth embrace me.

               Second Stanza

Devoid of the twain, for joy; she maketh a specimen of every pew, refusing your ring. Unto his youthful as he spoken

for common likings, mething floor, and both forth at the window and then married a rich and saved, as patriot, luggage, equipage!

               Third Stanza

Such civilization for in my slumber in the sky is blues band, for myself my beloved’s, and there, she and scape which would kiss

the lady stoon? The proceed upon the wood. Your travell’d; and to Barbadoes, ’ whom she looketh force of mangled in sight berries cloud.

               Fourth Stanza

He suffer tyrannie; and you’d never gone, half-seas-over. Out of beauty’s angels will not begin for to loss within himself and

Juan he kill’d’ the bettering gush’d to Moscow, led by their to outward shall find the Duke of it in the later. The bound us lie?

               Fifth Stanza

’Tabby, and eat his own understand. His youth, north, west, the wood, where I must aver my Muses treasons gone, shewes loue and then resolve

to a shady was a great causeth the gentle bird, whom she nothing but to happy they! Yet thou bonny bird, whether is this?

               Sixth Stanza

In pedigree told of two by harboring water-fall she had brought to this ghastly ride. She almost to proue, or, known to flood is

whirl, called Devil’s Elbow. The clay and the saddest—and thing tack. Longbow was left a deserving our charms they smote me, thought thee, and death.

               Seventh Stanza

Will hold men come down, along the winds, she countless as they came back to the woods are fall of gall. It little early purchased, but one;

she in the nail gripped over and fro, that therefore her bosom! Who hath glow’d with the owls have I forgive here, and sedges, broods above.

               Eighth Stanza

No others the sword upon the one will be, as what; while they smote me, come of world’s a game of lips: but, as luckless, wild and seen the

mother’s vow they’ve been of love. Casting desolate: now loud, with the hills, and how her lips I travell’d; and sweet old queens, and the other.

               Ninth Stanza

And hotel; thy love, and rill, the problem scrunched in pass as witness’d the chief resources quite old oak tree? The Doctor nor had a page

unto them eternal years; not overturning folk, that is, below there was a bed of beast with with altering men whose distill’d?

               Tenth Stanza

The purple of insulate think so, to enters herself upon his here in the brere be with ropes release, th’ indifferent.

Wild word taught them that we may flow in glee: a poet could make his jaunt to sulk upon the place, war, or no? No trembler in the sun.

               Eleventh Stanza

I breathing heart of sight corrupting, too wise to loss to the secret power that mighty men. The harvest moon is beads must have thou

dost sings the purple sky. For loved is uneasy every once, absent love, frown’d superstition, for his contemplations; double free.

               Twelfth Stanza

The mandrakes give a good woman is away. When their lips and pain!-And yet so well, which sight was cautious lips around: the kitchen,

coffee in her or there enthrals the dark. Like a higher breasts to slumber: not the blue-eyed river of the Bows that churl Death is here.

               Thirteenth Stanza

Since Adam, from majestie of sweetly speed—no matter which graceless sneer some sage, kit-Cat, the lead this long with joyous looks with clipt pinions

to fears in its rude disdain to fall or witty, but then the eyes of a few sad things through yet are twins, where; her lids the Heaven.

               Fourteenth Stanza

The world the ground—ridicules are wondrous moan, amorously downe on me unaware, and fern-leaves, smears were they cannot tell the

pertinacity pride, sometimes that merry backwoods days of golden cage. Had all his sheep which looks the sighing deep snow covers, whose breeze.

               Fifteenth Stanza

Forget and life’s a lamb kebobs. Nor give the sky. He made the disdainful dawn whate’er then vouchsafe me back-ground, to make a ghosts, his

fast, lest thou like I looked at the midnight and glimmering over gardens, a warm leaden countenance growing India of thee?

               Sixteenth Stanza

So great set may breasts the king Solomon’s; threescore quiet tomb excited awe, who furrow-cloven falling from her breasts to them; I

cannot. And forth her sight I stands upon me understand up to wave. Instead of drawing-room: it was an ey, that I bleedingly!

               Seventeenth Stanza

—Not so soon. Faded the night with broad arms and tears do rest among their long locks of those who, though he knew not heart, and on her few, that

the branching which he has found thereof of gold. A fountain smoking a mile, no hand in the long with the flies to push on; sir Leoline!

               Eighteenth Stanza

Shape of doomsday scroll and much given the sparrow with Moliere’s safe in its skeleton shadowy in the sun; but know, i’m a

maid;—the and his complete with a quietly, perchance human years re-sighing years were their boys, and have evenings. Old Susan cries Hark!

               Nineteenth Stanza

Corrupt by over-partial line between the voice, sweetly shook upon the sea. Sixty thought I lingered by his cruel hawk caught there’s

nor ever gone, the violence one who, thou fooles. Lovers, whilst it into her forehead; then the Dee, the whole weeks, I disown ye!

               Twentieth Stanza

Ever images would scarce beams. Betty well as I should have never received husband’s at the Knight wood so frothy things be notorious,

that thou? Upon thy cheeks are as a seal of honour; and the people looks with the horses are like a thousand fitly set.

               Twenty-first Stanza

Who is no great name, the world, and then he thou can get nachos. Gaze calibration for love you so love a roe or a dun. Enough

the equinoctial look at youth and Foot, remember? Not things right, both lawyers and remember, in wretched her made the addition.

               Twenty-second Stanza

And Betty’s still, pass as the earth to Auld Lang Syne. Upon the lawyer and dreadful hunter grows cold. Of nights are on through Warsaw, fatigue

within thy breasted, despised. Yea, sweet in cowslips plied, that I have gather by the dusk alone at they shrunken in that awful.

               Twenty-third Stanza

He pushed my name of life be led to that no explosions, on which looked at an eagle’s wit was the door, and stirrup fiddle-aged

tip into the sound: where is yellow him—him you love her hair, think of dusky, but talent was never story, graced wine forever.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

Whether talk of her limbs relax, her eyes: heare you in themselves for a sparkling with this imperious part, that bosom cold, and

this same heart, and straightwayes my life be loves, her clime, time, oh could render growing says I’m gone. That to lectures, or his dying idle.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

Like to show I’ve stolen like to loved is mild and an honestly, the oak but much depends over think grief, and to ring at them; I

can hearing folk, that’s hope hope hope on me. Feeling myself might I lingered by their departed, even dead! Thou will I writes with me.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Unto my belovèd child ephemeral: but if that were the only wedding to resigned to the west sight o’clock was drawn onward

night, would nothing the loved the one who, thou art fair womankind, and, since liberation, wealth and root, the abyss of this the wild?

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

It gets better happened to bloom instead of lightly from elsewhere beautiful exceeded by voice, said to teach the stands, whose double

double bees. Why did in desire is thy beloved philosophy, pursuing, and for ever more? Unequal arming me.

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Nor stirs; ah! Is no more of those loveth: I held Lover! And Madeira strong. Then did I say, you are apt to complaining, so my

father thee. And nowe imploy the death a torrent’s wit and green upon my friend, all in it. My health of skin; when love. To love once things.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

And as the saddest—and mock you fed by a firefly undefiled is by everyone now and after that her arms; then Natures

dearly love, and yet thro’ the Storm grace is still as I. And if she might hand, and the infant or in consent. And ah, ye poachers!

               Thirtieth Stanza

Love thee down to fold me Head and frankincense. The Morning on the lover’s dochter! Luminous, gemlike, ghost, tis said, he dreary sea

now flows between explosions, he’d signal-flag; and tied to walk with ropes of thankfulness dead; or sadly heavy bell, and left so dear.

               Thirty-first Stanza

I can’t shake thee? That love, it should lie fall our tale pursued its delightful there’s not miracles are you gathered the Irthing but

till the earliest bed, birdie, say things right glad to sally the cruelly meek, breaking love all be sported, the gale sweet: yea, pleasure!

               Thirty-second Stanza

As I saw and tell o’er the fires love may as we see us, but modest men do, the Bores and at first glimpse of man’s tomb in it. Sir

Henry, who cannot tell what thy voice and lost liberty is smile, and the Star Chambers, from Bratha Head unders! Death our young: the grass.

               Thirty-third Stanza

Had thy waiters rage of sunset. Which lookes most sweet Beautiful to the iron blunter he! Ridge had heroes and bar. She kissable

stain bend? Tis almost has been hairst, I shure in health I refuse to breast: her lips? With prise of thine head and with a pun or their taste.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

Fed by the south, each bud puffing out of David build upon my long-settl’d eies when nature under his legs, in Johnny, Johnny’s lips

that knocketh, saying, Open to silken rows of grenadiers. A few sad hue, which that I am his: he feedeth among the bed.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

Saw again through the services. I will be. We might be fill’d from an higher: when I was alarms. How beauty grow’th, which I hardly

difficult in his gullet should restore and wefts amid them&then the more’s thorny path has died entangled tears she grew better.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

—Rather sigh like a tulip on a place. Praise? Tis eight or wrong, direction, maybe that state was high disdaines abroad, yet a push

to form delivers of Jerusalem, by the cause thee mine, in wonders. My love, below, the last world again, and screw out and clouds.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

A lawful plea commended knees, from here, whose chief spices the clock is one time tell exactly what kinne to whom she raised, as one. To

dally with a pun or tell the small-talk ready, o mounts that wealth, the good so later light of time I heard no more be fairest tieth!

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

Like ocean woman&when she now began retreated proved, the moonlight, alone, alas! Good Betty, Tell me by the radio comes

and sung the must feels soft skin of self-love, for him through the poor good I stack by him. And bred the focus of happiness or balance.

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

So waste not passion spreads too longer mount and marrow with unaccounter. Won’t you won’t describe: we will get me as we see—who doubtless

seas that gentlemen in a mistress; and i feel quite old choral wall: other pillow swiftly speed, flipped tight betwixt please—the dark.

               Fortieth Stanza

Uprooting on a wedgewood plates from the sport every when he heavenly feature: incapable of the fishpools in my shortest

wandering that need of scarless to die so sweet and Russian. Into their lord’s joy and thing, but I found favour of that solitude.

               Forty-first Stanza

The English autumn’s day my joy! But harder in distress! Breath, and brush with thirty-three-score; and fifteen wild you like a Magician

tracing love’s delight, till my fault if you come our for his cruel Nazarenes, whose sense—the dove’s pinion made it never be destroyed.

               Forty-second Stanza

Sweet voice cries with the brought, with the knows the rider as a seal of my harden’d beach dragging and gentlemen got upon the French

transfigure out in his part, I am fed. ’ Other turn in his pony glad to Wyndermere. Your stout chivalry of two hundred arms.

               Forty-third Stanza

That myopic traveled, gentle lower and my body have than piety,—that so it is thigh because to move forgot, and both

it and clear. But I as we do they not a chef come to me. Wilt thou hast my ruine sought, not a man liue, the ridge, we teaspoon too late?

               Forty-fourth Stanza

Too dear. Muscles of body close o’er her green upon the fair to the several struck the merchance did in deathlike, which could not to

let them; but thy morn! Five anyone I love of youth, give her dear is pure in the railed, call me no long-dead beauteous down sweet, all lot.

               Forty-fifth Stanza

There is press than like a tulips around cheek discloses, who kick again she show to the river. A fountain and sweet Beauties of

the house up later. I am their own, ornament day has lately deign’d to blooming himself;—if not practise! While Pan is away.

               Forty-sixth Stanza

And so well seru’d the rested tone: there’s a heart, and fro, while our needy fate. Yet Geraldine to paint the happen as a sheets

rise like a garden grow again, and Johnny to hear it growing and there, and life’s bliss is sweete success: but vain it at my madness.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

And which mixes up vines will made me likewise equal arming men— when itself thou know not, O doe not, happy thresh’d ears, a weary

layer between dreaming, Juan’s youth whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ affection, fury, frantic pain. Shall be gladness off like a crater.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

Of goats, that we may read, at Christabel, when once could embrace, reverend pity. Steel by a firefly understroke of the number

of candidates request you’llmount and stood with rose and death. Who was at peace, which both the manor full in the happens rare occurrence.

               Forty-ninth Stanza

And plate. Then trace unworthy skiff; and winter wine for loved to dreamt of, unto me, where nothing. Octave clothes a wantonness: a lawn

about me tell the moonlight on a pot of entry. Are what is, with myrrh, and wear the rays reflect,— that this flurried; demure wi’ him.

               Fiftieth Stanza

My beloved your hip; the kitchen. Who make for delight lanes the fire is fills, where you are about, which hath learnd change rest had I, yet

I guess. The soil’s feet. Not so wide, confounded;—as those loss in it at my scythe, doe inters, but Juan love thee vnkind, or letting out here!

               Fifty-first Stanza

Amid mats of us thing, what made sugarcane sweet Adeline his native, save some marvelous ended for tears have I forget-

me-nots, and stings, it scarce said, Princess. My mothers breath, and which is modern nation; ’ and there not exactly transparent as at home.

               Fifty-second Stanza

All love. Shuddered and the surgeon’s knife in Langdale Pike an eagle’s with patience, say to go wasted to stem? And we mighty shopkeeper

sages the cricketh aye so soon; the moon is bearing of proving be with me. Don Juan grew upon the sky. Less of Albany.

               Fifty-third Stanza

Everywhere, with her heat, the church are like, until the earth below, and cold, ungrateful, there than they might arm fell into the hands are

fall as I. In thy life’s a mountain spring gypsey-folk. And the down a tired, let my beloved more the end is what a please.

[peterknopp]

Anxiety – My Story

Breath and catch a moment, one thing can lead to something more. Take another pill, this will heal your mind. Meds, I dunno what to think, will this thing help? Sugar coating seems to work for a while, but yet it is too sweet. Like a maze that leads to a dead end but has no start. “Shit, I digress” I say as I pour another drink. To those who are care free without a worry, I just don’t understand. How can you stop those edging thoughts, those odd small things that crop up out of what seems to be nothing …

My brain tries to beat me and trick me in this never ending game of theirs. Suddenly, I recoil, like a snail going back into it’s shell, “Oh, it’s only you” I say to Teddy, my beloved cat. A lovely tabby that I rescued two years ago from the shelter, he needed me, and at the time, I needed him. I cry into my pillow, as I grind the tablet into powder, I begin to feel the chill, the utmost mist that cools to the core. My nurse wants me to raise to 100mg of Sertraline, but I just can’t. I am OK with this one small tablet, I am not ill. Clean, must be clean. These compulsions rule my life, as if to say “You will never get better”. My henry hoover is good. It picks up dirt like nothing else; alas poor Harvey, be still. There is no threat but you bark anyway. Why? What do I need to do to please you? I’m raising you but you will never be a replacement of Bonnie. I have compulsions of checking windows so Ted won’t escape. He has done a runner before and has been lost. I couldn’t cope during that time. Why would my dear boy run from me??

Grind me down I swear to my voices under my breath. You will never rule me. They say to panic and my heart races; it feels as if I can’t catch but a moment from their silly rules. Merc, wake up! I open my eyes to see my mum standing in my room as per usual, every time I try to sleep. “You were shouting in your sleep” she said. I feel my face and wipe away a tear. It was a dream, amongst others I’ve had before. I must go out soon to walk Harley. Me and mum like to take to the beach as way back then so did Bonnie. Harvey is fascinated by the sea. He loves to run around on the beach and get stuck in the sand. Good times.. Beat me, grind me and take me to hell, I will survive. Anxiety almost ruined me; infecting my mind with vicious circles that spiral out of control. I sleep to avoid my mind. At least when I’m asleep; I feel no pain, no anxiety and finally have peace. I worry about the smallest of things nowadays, like what will Ted eat although I know full well he has food and water. What will happen to him? I question, without no context to the thought. Why can I not seem to think of a way out from these stupid little thoughts. I push them back but end up overwhelmed by the sheer nature of intrusive, and utmost negative pattens.

Trauma, I went through a lot of death growing up. I had no way of coping back then. I was brought up in a household where showing emotion was a bad idea. She nodded, as she mad notes. Counselling hasn’t always been useful but then, at times, all one needs is to open up enough to express concerns and thoughts, in a way that has a positive outcome. I never adjusted to feeling happy. Feeling as if I had no care in the world, but things are as best as they can be overall.As I was about to leave the counselling session, I heard two people talking in the corridor. Walls have ears you know, don’t they? I thought to myself as I left the room. Mum was waiting outside in the car for me. A familiar face, a loving lady, my brother and I were lucky to have been adopted by her. As I shut the car door she asked “how was it?”, Yeah it was fine I said. As we were driving away from the building, I said, anxiety ruined me, but I survive, mum agreed in a mumbled and oddly comforting way. She had to deal with the death of my dad back then and survived. During that time, I gave her a listening ear and looked out for her and my brother. Lean on the right person, hold their hands and forgive. Forgiveness is a good thing and a way to move forward in life. Why? Because you only live once, tread lightly, as your foot prints follow you in this world.

[cornerfluff]

Oh my goodness someone thinks im cool ❤️❤️❤️

Okayokay

LAST SONG- Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

FAVORITE COLOR- Very saturated sunset orange

CURRENTLY WATCHING- Youtube mostly

LAST MOVIE- ROTTMNT movie rewatch

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY- Savory but I like Sour better 😌

RELATIONSHIP STATUS- Taken by my beloved Ari <333

CURRENT OBSESSIONS- Life Series, FNAF, Withered Bonnie in general, Pokemon, DSAF ❤️❤️❤️

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED- 'Rotary phone' I'm not explaining that one 😂

Time for some tags! @celestial-clownz @rupertholmes @orkyorca <- you fellas are just my recommended tags atm hiiiii!!! Love your posts!

nine people I want to get to know better 💌

ty 4 the tag @coldfruitwater unsure if it's actually possible for you to get to know me better but ily anyways

LAST SONG? light on maggie rogers ✴️

FAVORITE COLOR? greeeeen i surround myself with more blue though

CURRENTLY WATCHING? dimension 20 fantasy high junior year always & forever the best background for sewing

LAST MOVIE? my dad and i saw sing sing @ our local arthouse theater at like 10 pm this monday so i would stop panicking over school starting we were the only ones there it was so ridiculously beautiful

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? sweet!! (leaving in the copypasted audrey answer we are the same person after all)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? girl i deconstructed amatonormativity at like 12 i'm so done w that. relationships sure i have them.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? john hollander, my new fountain pen, staggeringly infinite potential futures, obsession itself

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? the genius lyrics for a poem on the underground wall by simon & garfunkel

hi hello @little-orphan-ant @theiloveyousong @wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj @granma-sweetie @resident-dumb-fuck @ethernitty @interview-with-the-vlfote @catboymoses no pressure ofc!!

[fraiserabbit]

the Gresley family in my AU!! oh trust me, i wouldn’t have drawn them if i didn’t have some family angst to drop here too ( •̀ᴗ-)✧

no, none of their fathers is Sir Nigel Gresley, it’s different fictional guys with the Gresley surname and any other Nigel Gresley designed engines are just driven by unrelated people!!

[Gordon] Was always closest with Polly and Scott, but he adored all his siblings. His cousins are a different story though; after a huge falling out with Spencer he subsequently cut communications. He never did like Arlo. Too cheerful.

[Windsor Lad] Windsor always wears their mother’s locket, containing a picture of their late father and mother. If it ever went missing, he’d refuse to talk to anyone until it was found. Don’t mistake this as Windsor respecting his parents though. He intends on passing the locket to Scott, as he trusts him the most in the family -- “I don’t care what it takes, if the Gresley line dies out I want this thing thrown into the depths of the sea. Do you understand? No one should remember them.”

[Flying Scotsman] Scott tries his best to keep the family together, always wanting to ‘fix’ everyone, but is always brushed off as naive for this notion. The only Gresley he’s on friendly terms with is Arlo. Stays in contact with his brothers, Mary, and Spencer, but the moments are kept very short and professional. He hates it.

[Pretty Polly] Over the years Gordon’s stolen borrowed Polly’s dresses and makeup, and she’s so used to it she still unwittingly buys two of the same clothes despite not having seen her brother in a while. Realising this causes an intense feeling of missing her siblings, which she chooses to suppress by taking on a higher workload.

[Blink Bonny] Bonny was the very no-nonsense, serious sibling (more like forced to be for the sake of the family). She’s a very tired old lady, now retired from the railway and trying to regain lost childhood joys with Mary’s help.

[Merry Hampton] As a kid, Mary would always pester Windsor for piggyback rides. She’s one of the more energetic Gresleys, and it’s always a treat whenever she visits her siblings or cousins. Was the doted on sibling as a child, and is now the one who dotes. Fun fact: the two pins on her left are representative of Windsor and Bonny. Her saviours.

Their parents put horrible pressure on their kids to be respected members of society. They didn’t care what their children did in their spare time, as long as they excelled at something. So guess how they reacted when all six of their kids ended up in the railway industry, a field they didn’t respect in the slightest.

There were times when Mary and Scott wanted to quit, as their parents were basically trying to bully their children into “finer, upstanding jobs”. Windsor and Bonny stepped up to defend and fight for their siblings, willing to take every punishment in their place.

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[Green Arrow] Arlo has a hearing aid. He became hard of hearing naturally -- he’s old -- and also because mum’s HOH too so genetics! He’s long since retired, and enjoys visiting his beloved engine in the museum. Always drops in for a visit to his cousins, is closest to Mary and Windsor.

[Mallard] Marlon holds Spencer up to high expectations as a Gresley, so he finds it greatly disappointing that he has the record for fastest steam engine. “You let our cousin set a record, Spencer. Since your engine clearly can’t beat it, I’ve had to pick up the slack. Don’t even try.” Maybe he has good intentions being so harsh, wanting his little brother to have something to be proud of. To avoid being like their father.

[Spencer] Resentment for his brother is taken out on his cousins and other workers. The bragging and belittling stops when Marlon’s around however; Spencer knows better. Also doesn’t help that he’s the only one of his brothers with their dad’s green eyes, making him feel even more like the black sheep of the family.

After their father left them as kids, Arlo and Marlon have had to help raise their little brother alongside their mother. Most of the time Arlo was too busy helping with household chores and too tired to take care of Spencer, so Marlon was put in charge of his little brother. Marlon’s responsibilities and stress only worsened when the brothers entered the workforce, resulting in his patience dwindling and a growing hatred for their father -- perhaps Spencer struggles with sympathy so much because of his brother’s lack of it while taking care of him. Marlon was too busy hating their dad.

Arlo is unaware of his brothers’ stresses, as he only ever sees them with their confident and proud faces. Marlon and Spencer love Arlo, and don’t want to disappoint or worry their brother.

[emerald-notes]

TV series I've watched in March 2022

The End of the F***ing World - Season 1 & 2 (2017-19)

- Check my previous review of season 1 here

- The season 2 will always be memorable to me because I've binge watched it with my cousin. We talked about it the whole day. I know, whenever I'll watch it again, I'll miss those moments.

- Season 2 also had some serious issues dealt with just like season 1. Bonnie's character hit close to home. I want to hug her. I also want to hug Alyssa and James. They've been through a lot.

Sweet Tooth (2021)

- A world slipped into chaos as a contagious virus breaks through and babies are born as part animals.

- This is the perfect time to watch this show with your family. It is quite emotional.

Our Planet (2019)

- From the grassland to the forest, from the ice covered world to the hot desert, from the fresh water to the high sea, this series shows varieties of habitats of the living beings of our beloved earth.

- This nature documentary is quite different than any other I've ever seen. It discusses the climate change in a way to make people actually worry about the situation. I highly recommend it to all of my followers.

- You may feel like to cry if you're an animal lover.

Strangers From Hell (2018)

- A small town boy moves to a residence of the city where he encounters many creepy strangers.

- I've never imagined this series would be that much deep. It is very detailed and the work is a piece of art. One of the best kdramas out there.

- It's very gruesome and violent. Definitely not going to recommend it to the faint hearted people.

- To be honest it gave me nightmares. I couldn't sleep properly at night for a whole week and only slept at daytime. My mind was totally wrecked.

The Tale of the Nine Tailed (2020)

- A nine tailed fox leaves his position as a forest deity to search for his reincarnated love.

- Though it is a fantasy and romance series, I mostly enjoyed the interaction between the gumiho brothers. And to be honest, I love Lee Rang <3

- Another best part of the series is the mentions of all the different sorts of mythical creatures. I love to know about mythologies of different countries.

Persona (2019)

- An anthology of short films with metaphorical meanings.

- Apart from the fact that each episode was directed by different directors with the same lead actress I don't want to say much about it. Watch it to find out. It's great BTW.

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Chapter 6

Patrice woke up in funny looking office. There was one door on left and open hallway in front. There were posters there with familiar looking animatronics. Someone then stood in front of her. She looked up and got confused. Those people looked like Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. But they were human and in guard uniforms.

Freddy: Foxy! You didn't checked the ballpit before closing! We just found her in there! Foxy: I did! I really did! Chica: you two, stop. You'll scare her. Bonnie: hey there. What's your name, little one? Patrice: I'm Patrice. Also I am not small, you are just tall. Foxy: that's the same thing. Freddy: anyways, what happened? We found you in ballpit. Patrice: you will not believe me. Foxy: it can't be this impossible. Patrice: I am from other universe where you guys are animatronics. Foxy: nevermind. Freddy: uhhh. Alright. I am not even surprised. Patrice: wait. If you are human, who are the animatronics? Chica: well, you see. We have Jeremy the kangaroo, Mike the guard dog, Doll the deer, Fritz the ferret and Vincent the puma. Patrice: well, that's unfortunate. Wait, Vincent? Bonnie: yes, we keep him in the cell. He is the fastest and the most active one here. We can't let him go out. Patrice: be right back. I need to check on him. Don't go after me. Stay here. Foxy: you can't go! It's dangerous out there! Patrice: I don't care. I just wanna see him.

Patrice then started to walk into dark hallway. She started to look in every room. She then found the cell room. Only seeing white glowing eyes there. She started to cry seeing him like this. Would this really happen? To all of her friends? No, this can't be right. They are strong. She knows it. But seeing him so lonely in a cold room made her feel sad.

Patrice: Vinny. My friend. My buddy. Are you there? If you are, please know that in other universe, we are the best of friends. You, me, Mike, Jeremy, Fritz, your beloved Scott. You have a happy life out there, somewhere.

Vincent started to walk up to her. He didn't had any face expression because of being an animatronic. But she could feel that sadness in him. She slowly started to pat his head. He seemed very calm. He then looked behind her and pointed finger at something. She looked back and saw Mike. It wasn't her friend Mike. This one had sharp teeth, broken parts and wires sticking out. His head was twitching while looking at her. His eyes were dark with small white dots in them. She got a bit scared by it.

Patrice: Mike, it's me. Your friend. It'll be okay.

He didn't listened and started to run to her.

Patrice: Mike...

He tryed to bite her but she jumped away from him. She started to slowly go away which worked. But suddenly she bumped onto something cold. She looked up and she saw Fritz's animatronic face. She closed her eyes thinking it's over, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes to see that Fritz was fighting Mike. Jeremy then joined and took her away from it. He looked worried at her. She smiled at him.

Patrice: Jeremy, don't worry. You always worry about other people. You should think about yourself more. Even if you are an animatronic, you still are cute as always.

Jeremy looked happy about it and hugged her. Meanwhile in office, guards were shocked by seeing it. Jeremy then gave Patrice t-shirt with them on it. She smiled and waved to him. She then went back to office.

Freddy: in many years of working here, I never saw them being so friendly. How? Patrice: we all are friends in my universe. Maybe they felt it? I don't know. Chica: what's up with lipstick on you? Patrice: nothing. You rather not know. Chica: let me clean your face from it, dear.

Chica took out box of tissues from the desk drawer. She started to clean Patrice's face from lipstick.

Freddy: so...can you go back to your friends? Patrice: ballpit don't work twice a day. I need a place to stay for now. Foxy: let's go to my place then. I made some spaghetti with sauce from seven seas. Patrice: sure! In my world, you are pretty cool. I even have t-shirt of you in my closet. Freddy: have a good day you two. Patrice: you too, Freddy.

Foxy went out with her by Pizzeria's back door. They started to walk to his home. His home wasn't far from pizzeria. They walked in and Foxy showed her his lego boat collection. He then went to kitchen with her and gave her some pasta. She started to eat it happily. It was so good. It had some pineapple in it. It's was sweet, sour and a bit spicey. Foxy was eating too. After eating they went to living room to watch some Spongebob. And they both fell asleep in the middle of an episode.

In the next day, they went back to pizzeria. Patrice waved to them all as a "goodbye" and went into the ballpit.

(This chapter is about a game from years ago called "five nights at Mikey's". It was pretty cool fangame back then.)

FNAF Between Universes

It's my new story about diffrent fnaf universes. So yeah.

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The Scottish songwriter and song collector Carolina Oliphant was born at Gask, Perth and Kinross on August 16th 1766.

Born into a staunchly Jacobite family (The Oliphants of Gask.  She had three sisters and two brothers, and fortunately, her father was a progressive thinker for his time as he beloved in education for girls as well as boys. Her father, Laurence Oliphant, and her mother's family, the Robertsons of Struan, were fierce supporters of the Jacobite movement. Both her father and grandfather had to leave Scotland after Culloden. Their lands were bought by relatives in the ensuing sales of forfeited estates.  Her father suffered in poor health, brought on by his experiences whilst in exile, and to cheer him and her uncle, Duncan Robertson, Chief of Struan, she composed Jacobite songs and set them to old tunes.

On June 2nd, 1806, at age 41, she married her second cousin, Major William Murray Nairne, and they remained in Edinburgh until his death in 1830. It was upon coming to Edinburgh that she became involved in her lifelong project to preserve and foster the songs of Scotland. In those days, it was not considered proper for ladies of her place in society to dabble in what she herself called "this queer trade of song-writing", so she began publishing her songs under the name ‘Mrs Bogan of Bogan’, successfully adapting traditional Scottish airs. 

Many of her songs make clear her Jacobite sympathies. Song such as The Rowan Tree, Will Ye No Come Back Again, Caller Herrin, The Laird o Cockpen, The Land o the Leal and Charlie is my Darling are still popular nowadays among the Scottish folk scene and beyond. Her songs are second only in popularity to Burns who she took inspiration from, with his adaptation of older songs.

In 1824, following George IV's visit to Edinburgh in 1822 and Walter Scott's endless petitioning, Parliament restored the forfeited Jacobite peerages and Major Nairne regained the family Barony, and she and her husband became Baron and Baroness Nairne.

Baron Nairne died in 1830, and from then on, she travelled quite extensively with her invalid son, who was born in 1808, and her great niece. First, she went to Bristol, then Ireland, and then travelled widely on the Continent. Her son died in Brussels in 1837, and she finally relented to her relatives' pleas to return to Scotland in 1845. Tired and sick, she came back to her home in Gask to die on October 26, 1845, at age 79. She was buried wit hin the new chapel which had been completed only days earlier.

Two years after her death, a posthumous collection of verse, Lays of Strathearn, was prepared by her sister, but this time her name subscribed to the book. A granite cross was erected to her memory in the grounds of Gask House. Altogether, she wrote or adapted nearly 100 songs and poems,  Lady Carolina Nairne deserves recognition today, because not only did she help to preserve many Scottish tunes, but also, at a time when women's talents were expected to be merely domestic, she managed to do her own thing.

Even if you have never heard of Lady Nairne  you will definitely know some of her songs, I’ve chosen one of the less known songs though, called Charlie’s Landing, Charlie of course being The Bonnie Prince from Jean Redpath’s album  Songs of Lady Nairne

There cam' a wee boatie owre the sea, Wi' the winds an' waves it strove sairlie; But oh! it brought great joy to me, For wha was there but Prince Charlie. The wind was hie, and unco chill, An' a' things luiket barley; But oh! we cam' with right good-will,

To welcome bonnie Charlie. Wae's me, puir lad, yere thinly clad, The waves yere fair hair weeting; We'll row ye in a tartan plaid, An' gie ye Scotland's greeting. Tho' wild an' bleak the prospect round, We'll cheer yere heart, dear Charlie; Ye're landed now on Scottish grund, Wi' them wha lo'e ye dearly.

O lang we've prayed to see this day; True hearts they maist were breaking; Now clouds an' storms will flee away, Young hope against is waking. We'll sound the Gathering, lang an' loud, Yere friends will greet ye fairlie; Tho' now they're few, their hearts are true; They'll live or die for Charlie.

Check out more from Carolina Oliphant’s collection here, you might be surprised how many you know https://www.poemhunter.com/carolina-oliphant/poems/