#hurricane marisa

[akindofmagictoo]

hi Zoe!!! rapier, spear and pistol for the weaponry ask game??? have a good day/night!

@ink-fireplace-coffee

hi carmen!

rapier: which character is the most stylish?

in Hurricane everyone is stylish in their own way, but the most fashion-conscious is Marisa. Aella would be too, given the opportunity to dress for fashion and not practicality.

spear: what is at the heart of the story?

for Hurricane, it's family. good, bad, found and biological, all of it.

pistol: which character has your favourite introduction?

Theo has the most pathetic introduction, half dead floating on a piece of driftwood. and I get a great kick imagining Anvindr's first line ("what is the point...?") in a squeaky voice.

thanks for the ask :)

weaponry ask game here!

[blueshistorysims]

hey y'all! so my college is in hurricane helene's direct pathway. while i am not near the coast, there's gonna be a lot of rain, flash floods, and fast winds, so i'm not sure if i'll lose power or not. i already have a post queued for tomorrow so hoping nothing happens tomorrow or friday. for anyone else dealing with helene, stay safe!

[optimismxmagicism]

“Hey. Ewan. Are you having fun?” Marisa approaches the little red-haired witch, ready to discuss her findings from the events earlier in the night, she only feels comfortable talking about it with him. Whispering, she asks, “We can trust each other? I trust you. I had candy stolen from me.” She looked particularly upset about it, even though there was no way of knowing she had been deceived, this did not help with the paranoia she was already feeling. After a brief pause she resumes, “Chad… and Dorothea. I think one of them must be a devil. There’s also the corpse man. They speak for themself.” She fidgets a little, feeling a little nervous about how the man acted, “What… do you think, Ewan?”

Compared to bright and sunny skies which the boy personified just a moment ago, it seems it has been replaced with hurricane grumpy. Snacking on (read: shoving into his face) his (ordinary, not special) candies with a disgruntled expression.

“Ah! Marisa, hi!” He forced himself back to 100% when he spotted her a little distance away, not wanting to let her know he felt a bit down. “Oh.. You too, huh? Well, join the club sister, ahaha..ha.” Upon realizing she shared a similar plight with him, his shoulders sagged a little as he laughed. At the very least, Marisa’s show of trust helped him feel just a little bit better.

“I don’t know about Kitty Cat enough to really tell if they’re lying or not, but I don’t think it’s Dorothea.” He spoke, after a moment of contemplation. She didn’t strike him as a saboteur type at all, she was too honest and too nice for that! “As for mister stinky though.. yeah, 100%. Dunno if he’s a devil, but he’s definitely acting a little suspicious.”

[pia-writes-things]

✨Tag 9 people to get to know better!✨

I'm soooo late to this but thanks for the tag @three-atoms and @tragicotps ! I've answered some similar questions just now, so this will be quite repetitive, sorry ^^

last song : Hurricane by Fleurie

currently watching : Fais pas ci, fais pas ça more than 10 years after the facts lol It hasn't aged as bad as I though tbh, it's quite a nice watch ^^

three ships : This is always hard for me to answer but at the moment, I'd say River/Doctor from Doctor Who, Marisa/Asriel from His Dark Materials and Florence/Antoine from L'Art du Crime, but I will also mention Guenièvre/Arthur from Kaamelott and Moiraine/Siuan from Wheel of Time because truly those five ships are constantly rotating in my mind

favorite color : bordeaux!

currently consuming : um, idk, music and good vibes ?

first ship : i honestly don't know, probably something HP related

current location : my room, at my desk quite exactly

relationship status : single

Just realised I forgot to tag people in the similar post I just posted so, um, will do it here haha : @cdyssey, @cozcat, @readingtheentrails, @corleyan, and anyone else who wants to have a go!!

[freuleinanna]

three-sentence fics: reqs are welcome!

Masriel + stone cottage

Inspiration: Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

She thought she quite forgot these rooms, but they welcome her with an aching familiarity of the steps, while ghosts run happily around, almost invisible, half-dressed, offering her the past with a certain kind of nostalgia. The kind that settles over everything like a thin layer of dust but is ruinous, more so than a hurricane, because it brings back memories, and memories have hooks, and hooks tear at your insides to pull you in every direction until you're so full of longing you'd rather take a bullet to the heart than feel it for one more second; that kind.

Marisa looks around and everywhere, around every corner, she sees them - Asriel and herself, drunk, happy, in love - but then Lyra starts to fidget in her sleep; under her stare, the ghosts turn to what they must remain: beautiful diamonds and rust.

[rygoespop]

The King of Street Fighters: Kimberly vs Rashid (Chapter 8)

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the fourth round is about to begin!

The crowd cheer

Announcer: First up, we have the Niece of Albert Jackson, the Student of Guy, and Rising Ninja Star of the Bushinryu Style, Kimberly Jackson!

Kimberly: Let’s get this started! *enters the Macho Ring as she spray a cloud of Spray Paint*

The crowd cheer

Announcer: And her opponent, hailing from Saudi Arabia, he’s known as the Turbulent Wind, give it up for Rashid!

Rashid: Who’s ready to start this match like a Hurricane?

The Crowd: Rashid! Rashid!

Terry was watching Rashid and notices

Terry: He kinda reminds me of Najd

Back to Rashid

Rashid: Yes! *enters the Macho Ring and places his camera on the wall*

Kimberly: Wait, is this fight going to be livestream?

Rashid; Yep!

Kimberly: Sweeeeeet! *gets in a fighting stance*

Rashid: Simple and Clean! *gets in a fighting stance*

Announcer: Both contestants, begin!

Rashid: Flapping Spin! *uses Flapping Spin on Kimberly*

Kimberly: Whoa! *evades*

Rashid: Hmm, not bad, but no matter what, the turbulent winds will be my side!

Kimberly: I figured! Windmill Kick! *uses Windmill Kick to kick Rashid*

Rashid: *stumbled* Not bad for a guest on my Livestream!

Kimberly: Hey, thanks!

Rashid: But the fun ends, Arabian Cyclone! *uses Arabian Cyclone on Kimberly*

Kimberly slides back from the attack

Kimberly: Not bad!

Rashid: Tch! You wished that you learned from me

Kimberly: I wished, but I’m happy that Guy mentored me!

Rashid: What?!

Kimberly: Bushin Senpukyaku! *uses Bushin Senpukyaku on Rashid to defeat him*

Rashid: Doooh nooooo! *defeated*

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Kimberly Jackson advances to the Semi Finals!

Kimberly: Hey, I had fun! *holds her hand out for Rashid*

Rashid: I’m glad you did *takes her hand and gets pulled back up*

Kimberly: Bet everyone enjoyed it

Rashid: *takes his camera* Yes they did

Announcer: The Semi Finals of the King of Street Fighters tournament will begin shortly, reveal the Semi Finals Bracket!

The Bracket reveals the 2 matches, Marisa vs Terry, and Ken vs Kimberly

Terry: The Semi Finals, I’m impressed

Meanwhile, outside of the arena, AKI and Ed were planting explosives nearby

AKI: Once they’ll go off

Ed: We’ll get their attention *brings out a drone with a Hologram Message by Bison*

Back inside the Tournament

Announcer: Let the Semi Finals, get underway!

The crowd cheer as the scene cuts to black

Story End

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio June 4

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we’ll hear new music from Gyasi, Motorists, Frank Turner, The Amplifier Heads, Cherry Fez, Gene Champagne, Lionlimb, The Lemon Twigs, Jessica Pratt, The Hollywood Stars, new Paul Weller, La Luz, Andrew Bird, Mountain Movers, DIIV, and a few more. In the second hour we’ll sample a few tracks from a brand-new album of JEM Records artists covering the songs of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards along with some other Stones covers. We'll hear��a bunch of classics and in betweens including Jet, The Animals, Yo La Tengo, PP Arnold, The Beach Boys, Wondermints, Billy Nicholls, Nick Drake, Deerhunter, Crowded House, The Marmalade, and others. Frank Turner - Girl from The Record Shop Gyasi - Fast Love Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl Motorists - Barking at the Gates Chime School - Wait Your Turn The Animals - It's My Life The Amplifier Heads - The Best It's Gonna Be Cherry Fez - Super Excited Sloan Peterson - Friday on My Mind Gene Champagne - Back In My Arms Yo La Tengo - Here Comes My Baby Neil Diamond - Cherry, Cherry Crowded House - Always Take the Weather with You The Bolshoi - Dolores Jones Seaside Stars - Summery Girl Lionlimb - Hurricane The Lemon Twigs - In the Eyes of the Girl The Beach Boys - The Warmth of The Sun Jessica Pratt - Get Your Head Out Wondermints - Reality Check P.P. Arnold - The First Cut Is the Deepest The Marmalade - Baby Make It Soon The Grip Weeds - Dandelion Tina Harvey - Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow Nick Piunti - Ruby Tuesday Social Distortion - Backstreet Girl The Anderson Council - Connection Lucinda Williams - Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker) The Hollywood Stars - Can't Do It Right The Rolling Stones - Happy Billy Nicholls - Girl from New York Paul Weller - Soul Wandering La Luz - News of the Universe Andrew Bird, Alan Hampton, Ted Poor - Softly, as in a Morning Sunrise Jeff Parker - When Did You Stop Loving Me, When Did I Stop Loving You Mountain Movers - My Holy Shrine Hermanos Gutierrez - Thunderbird Helen Money & Will Thomas - Half Asleep - DIIV - Raining on Your Pillow Deerhunter - He Would Have Laughed Flyying Colours - Never Forget Wallows - Only Ecstasy Bill MacKay - Keeping in Time Nick Drake - Day Is Done Marisa Anderson & William Tyler - Pray for Rain Read the full article

[alexlacquemanne]

Février MMXXIII

Films

Danger : Diabolik ! (Diabolik) (1968) de Mario Bava avec John Phillip Law, Marisa Mell, Michel Piccoli, Claudio Gora, Terry-Thomas et Adolfo Celi

L'Horloger de Saint-Paul (1974) de Bertrand Tavernier avec Philippe Noiret, Jean Rochefort, Jacques Denis, Yves Afonso, Julien Bertheau et Jacques Hilling

Les Grandes Familles (1958) de Denys de La Patellière avec Jean Gabin, Jean Desailly, Pierre Brasseur, Bernard Blier, Françoise Christophe, Annie Ducaux et Louis Seigner

Les Ambitieux (The Carpetbaggers) (1964) de Edward Dmytryk avec George Peppard, Carroll Baker, Alan Ladd, Bob Cummings, Martha Hyer et Elizabeth Ashley

Bathing Beauty (1944) de George Sidney avec Red Skelton, Esther Williams, Basil Rathbone, Bill Goodwin, Jean Porter, Nana Bryant, Carlos Ramírez et Ethel Smith

Que les gros salaires lèvent le doigt ! (1982) de Denys Granier-Deferre avec Jean Poiret, Michel Piccoli, Daniel Auteuil, François Perrot, Tchéky Karyo, Nadia Barentin, François Lalande, Florence Pernel, Jeanne Lallemand et Marie Laforet

Pain, Amour et Fantaisie (Pane, amore e fantasia) (1953) de Luigi Comencini avec Vittorio De Sica, Gina Lollobrigida, Marisa Merlini, Virgilio Riento, Tina Pica et Maria-Pia Casilio

Les Ripoux (1984) de Claude Zidi avec Philippe Noiret, Thierry Lhermitte, Régine, Grace de Capitani, Julien Guiomar, Albert Simono et Claude Brosset

Scoop (2006) de Woody Allen avec Scarlett Johansson, Hugh Jackman, Woody Allen, Ian McShane, Romola Garai et Julian Glover

Sous le signe de Monte-Cristo (1968) d'André Hunebelle avec Paul Barge, Claude Jade, Anny Duperey, Pierre Brasseur, Michel Auclair, Raymond Pellegrin et Paul Le Person

Une femme sous influence (A Woman Under the Influence) (1974) de John Cassavetes avec Gena Rowlands, Peter falk, Fred Draper, Lady Rowlands, Katherine Cassavetes, Matthew Laborteaux et Matthew Cassel

L'Enquête corse (2004) d'Alain Berberian avec Christian Clavier, Jean Reno, Caterina Murino, Didier Flamand, Juliette Poissonnier, Pierre Salasca, Éric Fraticelli et Alain Maratrat

Didier (1997) d'Alain Chabat avec Jean-Pierre Bacri, Alain Chabat, Isabelle Gélinas, Lionel Abelanski, Michel Bompoil, Jean-Marie Frin, Zinedine Soualem et Elliot

Les Aventuriers de l'arche perdue (Raiders of the Lost Ark) (1981) de Steven Spielberg avec Harrison Ford, Karen Allen, Paul Freeman, Ronald Lacey, John Rhys-Davies, Denholm Elliott, Alfred Molina et Wolf Kahler

M. Hobbs prend des vacances (Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation) (1962) de Henry Koster avec James Stewart, Maureen O'Hara, Fabian, John Saxon, Marie Wilson et Reginald Gardiner

Mr. & Mrs. Smith (1941) d'Alfred Hitchcock avec Carole Lombard, Robert Montgomery, Gene Raymond, Jack Carson, Philip Merivale et Lucile Watson

Ulysse (Ulisse) (1954) de Mario Camerinia avec Kirk Douglas, Silvana Mangano, Anthony Quinn, Rossana Podestà, Jacques Dumesnil, Sylvie et Daniel Ivernel

Séries

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 4, 5

Le Jardin de la mort - L'ange destructeur - Vendetta - Qui a tué Cock Robin ? - Sombre automne - Le Fruit du péché - Un village très coté - Le Ver dans le fruit - Les Sonneries de la mort - Meurtre dans un collège anglais

L'agence tous risques Saison 1, 2

Détournement - Le candidat - Un si jolie petite ville - Immigration clandestine - Poussière de diamants - Otages à l'orphelinat - Les mustangs : première partie - Les mustangs : deuxième partie - Histoire d'eau - Pression amicale - Le pain quotidien - La pêche miraculeuse - Agitateurs - Acier - La guerre des taxis - Le Scorpion du désert - Tirez sur le Cheik - Eclipse - Les marchands de poison - Dites-le avec du plomb - La vache maltaise - Pas si facile que ça

Affaires sensibles

10 mai 1981 : l’arrivée de la gauche au pouvoir - Ali contre Foreman : choc des titans à Kinshasa - Le 6 février 1973. L'incendie du collège Pailleron - Sharon Tate : l’Ange et le Démon - Voici l’histoire de Hurricane - Harlem, 21 février 1965 : Malcolm X est mort

Friends Saison 5, 6

Celui qui embrassait - Celui qui a des triplés - Celui qui accepte l'inacceptable - Celui qui rate son week-end - Celui qui a du mal à se taire - Celui qui emménage - Celui qui avait des souvenirs difficiles à avaler - Celui qui s'était fait piquer son sandwich - Celui qui avait une sœur un peu spéciale - Celui qui prenait de bonnes résolutions - Celui qui riait différemment - Celui qui avait un sac - Celui qui découvre tout - Celui qui prenait des coups - Celui qui enviait ses amis - Celui qui ne savait pas se repérer - Celui qui se sacrifiait - Celui qui ne savait pas flirter - Celui qui sauvait des vies - Celui qui jouait à la balle - Celui qui devait casser la baraque - Celui qui était à Las Vegas : 1re partie - Celui qui était à Las Vegas : 2e partie - Ceux qui revenaient de Las Vegas - Celui qui console Rachel - Celui qui était de mauvaise foi - Celui qui perdait sa belle assurance - Celui qui avait une belle bagnole - Ceux qui passaient leur dernière nuit

Coffre à Catch

#101 : Une belle petite pause dans un torrent de merde ! - #102 : Hornswoggle, Evan Bourne : le renouveau à la ECW ! - #103 : WWE Draft : la fin du Mercato d'été à la ECW ! - #104 : CM Punk et Mark Henry champions du monde !

Top Gear Saison 18, 17, 19

Spécial Journée Circuit - Made in China - Une course comme sur un green - La Vallée de la Mort - Une Lamborghini à la mer - Les pires voitures de l'histoire - Spécial Afrique : Première partie - Spécial Afrique : Deuxième partie - 1500 km à fond de 5ème

Spectacles

Un Chalet à Gstaad (2021) de Josiane Balasko avec Josiane Balasko, Armelle, Philippe Uchan, Stéphan Wojtowicz, Justine Le Pottier et George Aguilar

Livres

Friends, mes amours et cette chose terrible de Matthew Perry

Undertaker : Rise Of The Deadman de Rodrigo Lorenzo, Edu Menna, Serg Acuna et Chad Dundas

La renaissance des héros Marvel, Tome 7 : Phénix de Greg Pak, Greg Land et Kirkham

Catch : L'âge d'or, 1920-1975, l'épopée du catch français et les "Michel-Ange" du ring de Christian-Louis Eclimont

[akindofmagictoo]

Beneath the Waves

a continuation of the Hurricane x ARMV crossover Potions and Pirates, and a gift to my beloved @ashen-crest​ in return for her wonderful hurt-comfort

part 1, in which we answer the question of “what will Aella get up to with a potion of water breathing?”. part 2 coming tomorrow.

Word Count: 2697

TW/CW: drowning, claustrophobia, panic attack

Context: Ambrose and Eli washed up on the Hurricane, and as a thank you for saving them, Ambrose brewed a potion of water breathing and sent it to Aella, Tempest and Theo. The full thing can be found on my Wattpad, @/zcmitchell.

Breathing underwater was certainly a strange situation, but Aella could have lived in the feeling forever. She flipped over to look back up at the surface, already so far away, but not so far that she couldn’t see the sunlight on its surface. The water of Wavemeet’s bay was so clear. Clear and blue, just like Theo’s eyes. 

She could picture them now, actually. He’d tried not to show it when she dived, but she’d seen the worry in them. The little furrow of his brow as he clung resolutely to the other end of the rope now tied around her ankle, ready to help pull her out at a moment’s notice despite his hatred of deep water. If she squinted really hard at the surface, she could maybe see the dark smudge that marked the jetty. 

As much as she trusted him, she was also glad that he had his uncle and several of the Hurricane’s crew standing by to help as well. Not that she really needed help. The rope had been obtained at Tempest’s suggestion and Theo’s insistence, even though Aella had never needed to dive with a rope before, not in a clear deep area like this one. But Theo had asked her to take it, and she didn’t mind the slight extra tug on her ankle if it kept him from being too worried about her. 

This potion had a time limit on it, she recalled. She should keep going. 

She turned a slow flip backwards and kicked, forcing herself further down into the inky gloom below.

~

Since the sun was directly overhead, it pierced far into the darkness beneath the water, but eventually even its last soft rays had to give way to the embrace of the cold depths. She pressed on, stroke after stroke, feeling the deep satisfying burn in her muscles as she propelled herself deeper and deeper, letting the abyss wrap around her like a dark cloak. 

She liked it less when she couldn’t see. 

For a split second, she could hear the sound of a cell door locking behind her… but no, she was just diving. This was safe darkness. The sea was safe, she reminded herself; it always had been, ever since she was a tiny child too young to walk. 

Tempest, Aria, Marisa and Cai had held her while she learned to swim. Theo, Emmy and Victoire were holding onto her now, all of them ready to feel three tugs on the rope and pull her safely back to the surface. 

She could leave now if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to. Not with so much left to explore. She was Aella Onyeisi, veteran of the Hurricane, and she had survived horrors far greater than this. She would not be turned back because she was scared of the dark.

~

As she reached forward for another stroke, her fingers brushed something. She stopped mid-motion and extended her hand again. Whatever it was was smooth and cold, and strangely familiar. She kicked behind her so she could place her hand flat on the surface. Still oddly normal, but in the darkness it was difficult to tell what. 

Wood. It was wood, worn smooth by time and water. 

It felt like the wood of a ship. 

She felt along the surface in front of her until she reached an edge, then pulled herself along it, hand over hand. Alright, so that felt like it could be a railing, which meant that either she was on the deck or hanging off the side — at least as far as that description applied when she seemed to be more or less horizontal. She pulled her feet forward until they also met the wreck, gauging angles as best she could in her head. Off the side it was. With a gentle push against the hull, she hoisted herself up level with the rail. 

Was that light, or just her mind playing tricks on her? She screwed her eyes shut and waited a moment. Whatever it was she’d just seen was gone. When she opened her eyes again, it seemed to be back. Just a very faint glow somewhere in front of her, maybe one or two arm’s lengths away. 

Another gentle push sent her flipping over the rail and downwards towards the deck. The glow brightened as she moved forwards. It seemed there was a hole in the deck, and the light was coming from within. She kicked out behind her, pushing herself towards the gap.

~

The gap’s edges had once been jagged, but just like the rest of the ship, they had been rounded and smoothed by currents. She wrapped a hand around the edge and peered over. This gap seemed to lead into the ship’s hold, and that hold was covered in softly glowing algae. 

In places, there were only small pinpricks of it, tiny blue stars in the dark. But one corner was completely covered, and it was that glow that had summoned her. 

The algae didn’t hold her attention for long, however, because its light gleamed off metal in the furthest, deepest corner of the hold. She wriggled through the gap — a tight fit, even for her — and into the hold.

~

Whatever had happened to the ship, the hole in the deck was the least of the damage. Support beams and all sorts of loose chunks of wood and metal stuck into the room at odd angles. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but off to one side, sticking up from the sea floor, was what might have been another ship’s ram. Two shipwrecks? 

Keeping an eye out in front of her for further debris, and both hands, she swam deeper into the room, heading for the metallic glimmer ahead. What could it be? Weapons? Treasure? Some further indication of what had sunk this ship? She didn’t know, but she needed to find out.

~

As she swam, she realised the algae wasn’t just blue. Patches were green and purple, and even one or two small specks of gold dappled the overlapping glows. On one wall, just at the edge of her peripheral vision, was something else gold. When she turned, it wasn’t algae, but a picture frame. Parts of it still shone, though parts were covered in algae or tarnish. She flipped over, avoiding a loosely floating crossbeam, and swam closer. The wall with the portrait was tilted such that it seemed more like a ceiling, so she floated underneath it on her back while she inspected it. It seemed to be some rich-looking white man, dressed like a merchant. Perhaps this wasn’t a hold. Maybe it was a cabin. Hard to know. She turned back over, surveying the dimly lit room. That could be a table in the far corner, a broken half-cabinet still attached to another wall. 

Time limit, she reminded herself. Time limit. She abandoned the portrait and dove for the gleam in the bottom corner. 

It was indeed metal that the algae had glinted off. A small chest, not much bigger than her two fists, the metal bands around it tarnished and aged, but not enough to dull their shine. And it didn’t seem to be locked. She drew her dagger and dug it under the latch. 

The latch sprang open to reveal… treasure. 

Pearl necklaces. Golden earrings. Shining jewels in every colour she could imagine and several she had never seen before. A golden ring set with an amber stone. Silver chains with delicate pendants attached. All of it reflecting the colours of the algae behind her, blue and green and purple and pink. All of it beautiful. 

She was probably running out of time on her potion. She shut the chest and gathered it into her arms, and let herself sink down into the corner, ready to kick off upwards. 

Was that a ram over there? Surely she could check quickly? She shifted direction, swimming in that direction instead. 

It was a ship’s ram, forced through the hull but not fitting tightly. Of course. The ship had likely sunk thanks to taking on water, which was harder to do if the ram remained to plug the hole. She hadn’t expected to find a shipwreck here, let alone one that had lost a battle. Rams were a pirate tactic, and Theo said they hadn’t been seen in Wavemeet for a very long time. 

TIME LIMIT. Perhaps she’d have to write to Ambrose to ask him for more of the potion. There were so many unanswered questions in her mind, answers to be found somewhere in this wreck. But she couldn’t stay to find them out, not without getting herself into significant trouble. Theo would be very worried about her if she pushed her limits on the potion. He’d be worried enough about her as it was. She should go.

~

Finding her way back to the hole in the deck was fairly easy. Manoeuvring through while keeping her hold on the chest was harder, but she managed it without catching her clothes on the edges of the gap or dropping her loot. Now all that was left to do was swim back to the surface, and let herself be reeled up like a beautiful fish if the potion started to wear off. Easy. She kicked off the deck. 

The rope around her ankle pulled her up short. 

Shit. 

She jerked her knee up to her chest to dislodge whatever it was caught on. Or rather, tried. The motion simply pulled her back down. 

What could it be tangled up in? It could be anything. But she might have time to fix it. She took a deep breath in, then let it go, and dived back down.

~

It seemed that in all her roaming of the room, the rope had gotten looped around some sort of metal apparatus on the wall. She braced her foot on the wall, tucked her jewel chest safely under her arm, and tugged. 

Nothing. Her hands just slid on the wet rope. 

She looped the rope around her hands and tried again. Still nothing. In frustration, she launched a kick at the wall. The shipwreck might be old, but it wasn’t that old. All she managed to do was send a jolt of pain through her heel. What could she do? She could cut the rope, but it was thick rope, and tying it securely back around her ankle underwater would be pretty difficult. She could hook the rope around something else and use that as leverage to pry the metal off the wall. That didn’t seem likely to work either. Shit. 

She yanked on the rope a third time. The wall seemed to groan, a rough grating sound that echoed through the whole room. Something struck her shoulder and she bit back a yelp, letting go of the rope. 

The whole shipwreck was shifting. She glanced down; what she could see of the ‘floor’ was starting to rock and slide to one side. 

She had to get out. 

How could she get out? Could she still get to the deck gap safely? She should have enough slack in her rope still, but… she glanced up towards the gap and nearly shrieked. 

The shipwreck seemed to be falling towards her. 

She couldn’t breathe. 

Why couldn’t she breathe? The potion should still be in effect. Her hands flew to her throat, her heart beating erratically beneath her fingertips. The water pressed in around her, colder now, chilling her to the bone, the glow of the algae seeming to retreat to the corners of the room. 

No. No no no NO. Why was the algae fading? Was she dying? Was she going to be stuck down here until her air ran out, with Theo and her friends unable to pull her up because the bloody rope was bloody stuck and— 

She had to get out. She had to leave. She fumbled for the knife at her belt, her fingers slow and clumsy, barely able to feel anything. Knife. Knife. Where is it? Had she left it where the jewel chest had been? 

Around her, wood creaked and cracked. 

She still couldn’t breathe. She was running out of time. No time. No time. 

There! Her numb fingers closed on the handle. She squeezed it tightly, so tightly her nails dug into her palm, though she barely felt it. Then she grabbed the rope and began to saw at it, still gasping for breath in the cold water. Come on, come on… the rope was thick, but not that thick. She could do this. 

Deep breaths, she heard Theo say in her mind. With every scrap of reason she had left, she forced herself to listen. Deep breaths. One breath in as she drew the knife one way; one breath out with the next stroke. She could still breathe. The potion was still working. And slowly, slowly but surely, the rope fibres were splitting beneath her blade. 

Don’t look at the ship. Don’t think about how to get out. Cut the rope. One task at a time. One task at a time. Just one. It will be okay. It has to be. 

The rope snapped free so suddenly she could hardly believe it. In the same moment, the ship rocked beneath her again. A beam crashed hard into her back, sending pain firing like lightning through her chest. 

Time to go. 

She dodged another slowly falling piece of ship and dragged herself through the hole in the deck. Its edges caught on her shirt this time. She didn’t care. She barely noticed it past the throbbing in her back. She just had to leave.

~

Swimming up was harder than swimming down. She was tired, she was scared, and she had to work harder to pull herself towards the surface. 

One stroke at a time, she told herself. Theo would be waiting for her. She needed to get back to him. The only way to do that was to swim. 

Something scaled brushed past her bare foot. She shuddered and kicked harder. As with any bay, there were stories of creatures in the water. Some good, some bad. Theo’s parents’ friend, Nell, swore she’d seen several nasty-looking sea serpents in the bay. On the other hand, Theo’s father had told a story of going swimming in the bay and almost drowning, but waking on the shore with a single shimmering scale on the sand beside him. 

Neither story had been proven, but either could be true. The Hurricane had run afoul of a kraken far too recently for Aella to really doubt either story. Either way, she’d rather not take her chances with nasty sea serpents. She swam on. 

She could see the surface of the water, the rays of the sun spilling down, not quite reaching all the way to her yet, but close. So close. The muscles in her arms and legs burned; she shifted her treasure from one arm to the other. Her chest was burning too. Breathing was difficult now. Was it the potion wearing off? Was she just tired? She had to keep going. The rope would do nothing for her now; in her haste to swim back up, she hadn’t thought to follow it. She had to keep swimming.

~

The burning wasn’t going away. She was so close now, close enough to see the sun sparkling on tiny waves in the bay. Just as beautiful as before. No, even more beautiful, because it meant safety, and now she desperately needed that safety. 

Something brushed her foot again. She ignored it, still striving for the surface. 

As before, she breathed in and took in water, but this time it stung. This was wrong. This was bad. There was nothing in the water to help her anymore. She tried to breathe it out, but there was nowhere to send it. No. No no no. 

The surface seemed to dim. She wanted to scream, but she had no air left to do it. She wanted to keep swimming, but she had no more strength for it. Nothing she could do but watch her vision fade to nothing.

Potions and Pirates Taglist: @copper-dragon-in-disguise @diphthongsfordays @pepperdee @zmwrites @the-orangeauthor @quilloftheclouds

Hurricane Taglist: @writingbyjillian @oddsandinks @ahowlinwolf @aziz-writes @juls-writes @lookinpeach @zmwrites @quilloftheclouds @lowslore @isherwoodj @katnapped @thepsycheofbrokenthings @happyorogeny @magicalwriting @ettawritesnstudies @florraisons @tea-and-pirates @writtendevastation @talesofsorrowandofruin @lilmissravingwriter @zielenbloesem @metanoiamorii @little-boats-on-a-lake @lottieiswriting @violetwrites @the-unwrittenwriter @ink-fireplace-coffee @iparisaltanwing @tragedieds @pamsdrabbles @waysofink @hekat-ie @thehellinsideyourhead @starryeve88 @trans1ence @vellichor-virgo @the-orangeauthor @google-plexed @literary-lavender @crystallized-ink @ellatholmes @seamajorshanties @crowewritesstuff @ashen-crest @astridmayewrites @wannabeauthorzofija @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @waterfallwritings @enchanted-lightning-aes @wizardfromthesea @huloglangit @diphthongsfordays​ @ruby-overlock @copper-dragon-in-disguise​ @mr-writes​ @josephinegerardywriter​ @teardropsandtherain​ @emilyoracle​ @matcha-chai​ @fablewritten @autie-auden-writes​ @innocentreticent

ID: a banner with a brown pirate hat in the middle. the hat has two fluffy feathers sticking out of it, one blue and one yellow. the banner is placed above and below the main text. /end ID.

[batsinurbelfrey]

Jani Hakanpää | x | 

[ninja8tyu]

[13melekradyo]

Güncel folk kayıtlarından bir seçki // A selection of recent folk recordings. Download.

01 – Steve Gunn – Circuit Rider 02 – Grouper – Ode To Blue 03 – Maxine Funke – Lucky Penny 04 – Elena Setien – Unfamiliar Minds 05 – Ben Chasny – Second Moon 06 – Marisa Anderson & William Tyler – Hurricane Light 07 – The Phonometrician – El Mar De La Memoria Silenciada 08 – Boy Scouts – Charlotte 09 – Marissa Nadler – Bessie, Did You Make It? 10 – Shannon Lay – Shores 11 – Bedouine – The Wave 12 – Karen Peris – I Would Sing Along 13 – Lingua Ignota – Pennsylvania Furnace 14 – Myriam Gendron – Au Cœur De Ma Délire

[tessasocs]

BOOK POSTERS :: WILDEST DREAMS ↳ obx ( season 1 - ? )

Marisa Murphy is a Pogue. 

She’s always been a Pogue, even before her parents had died and she’d been placed in the care of her older sister alongside her twin brother on the edge of the Cut. Used to the minimum wage and extensive labor on the south side of the Outer Banks, Marisa finds comfort in the friends she’s grown to adore.

Summer comes at the perfect time, with her sister stressed to the bone and her brother mixing with the Kooks in an attempt to upgrade his status, Marisa relishes in her time away from home, taking out the boat and lounging on the beach with her small group of friends. 

But then Hurricane Agatha hits, and Marisa’s entire life is flipped upside down as the Outer Banks is revealed to hold more secrets than she’s ever come to know.

[stayteezdreams]

Thanks for the tag!~ Love these :)

LOVE SUX - Marisa Maino

Anybody Else - Faouzia

Halazia - ATEEZ

Aurora - K-391 ft. RORY

like that - Bea Miller

Dancing in a Hurricane - Freya Ridings

Thunderous - Stray Kids

I Know - Faouzia

Super - Seventeen

Good For Her - Mothica, emlyn

I don't have 10 people to tag but I will tag: @otsilliak, @thunderous-wolf and @tumbleboof (No Pressure!); and also OPEN TAG for those want to share some songs!~

xx

Thank you for the tag @pearbunny 🖤

Rules, shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

1. "Item" - Stray Kids

2. "5882 (OPPA ASAP)" - Sik-K

3. "Close (HAN)" -Stray Kids

4. "Amnesia" - 5 Seconds of Summer

5. "Less Than Zero" - The Weeknd

6. "Easy" - Stray Kids

7. "Gento" - SB19

8. "アイドル" - YOASOBI

9. "Criminal Love" - Enhypen

10. "Connected (Bang Chan)" - Stray Kids

No pressure tags: @cas-skz @minnysproutgriffinteddy @nopethatsnotembarrassing @songbirdchris @greek-psyche @celestial-choc0late @chansshands @milo-likes-art @paboswriting @zoe8stay

[akindofmagictoo]

incorrect quotes tag game

my beloved! this comes from @klywrites and @diphthongsfordays... almost a month ago, but I got here eventually!! (using this generator)

Marisa: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Aella: I'm a knife. Theo, from across the room: She’s the little spoon.

Theo: Where are you going? Aella: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Theo, tending to Aella's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Aella: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Aella no

Aella: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Emmy: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Addie: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Sequoia: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

the four youngest crew members, or as I like to think of them, the four that should not be left alone without supervision

*Aella is cooking* Emmy: Any chance that’s for me? Aella: It’s for Tempest. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need her on my side. Addie: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

Aella can’t cook very well, so this should be interesting

Aella: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Theo: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Emmy: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Sequoia: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Aella: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Theo: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Emmy: Rude. Addie: That’s fair. Sequoia: Not again. Aella: Are you going to want this back?

Theo... trying to learn how to pirate?

I will tag @vellichor-virgo @ashen-crest and anyone else who wants to play!

[the-picked-last-club]

OLD WORLD MASTERS: THE FILMS OF NORMAN JEWISON (1987-1999)